Post by: Xantalos on August 30, 2012, 11:07:35 am
Follow forum rules and whatnot. No descriptions of sex, gloss over the details of super unsavory stuff like torture or what-have-you ... just be reasonable. This thread's for reading about dreams, not drama. That said, given that the thread's gone on for 82 pages without Toady having to intervene, I gather that everyone gets the implicity of it. Yay!
Hopefully you all got that, so now, let the dreams commence!
AFTER mine, of course. It goes something like this: I had joined the military, snd was on a ferry boat for a 2-week tour. Midway through, the Schettino guy from the cruise ship thing comes onto our ship, having run out of fuel (or something) on his ferry boat, and wanted the captain, who was one of my sempais from karate for some reason, to pull his boat along with the crane we had on deck and using a buoy as a grappling hook. For obvious reasons, he was refused, and he left. Time sorta skipped then, as I was in the kitchen at my house, making myself a sandwich and eating it while thinking about the Turian I'd hooked up with (or would hook up with - I seemed to be seeing into the future) and planning to go on another tour when the resulting baby was 2 years old, with the aim of impressing baby with impressive ab muscles when I got back. I didn't seem to be very smart in this dream.
Post by: kaijyuu on August 30, 2012, 11:10:21 am
But anyway~
I don't even remember much of last night's, though I remember I had one. I think it did involve bay12 somehow, or at least my mental representations of people here, but they weren't a major player.
Most my dreams are wish fulfillment. If I'm having a problem in real life, I'll often have a dream where it's resolved positively for me. Naturally I like to sleep, and get a bit depressed when I wake up :P
Post by: Flying Dice on August 30, 2012, 11:57:36 am
Sadly, no wet dreams recently either. :P
Did have one that had something to do with me being a giant toaster, though. I don't really remember why I was a giant toaster, but it was pretty cool.
Post by: Telgin on August 30, 2012, 12:00:30 pm
Recently... wow, I can't recall any recent dreams. Probably had something to do with my teeth falling out as a xenomorph leered over me.
Post by: DarkWolfXV on August 30, 2012, 12:20:03 pm
So here we go:
I go through sequence of really bad stuff happening as observer, like tsunamis, earthquakes, people getting beaten/burnt/whatever to death, zombies, greedy buisnessmen, and it all flashes before me, then i stand on cliff, i see desolated capital city, then a nuke falls and i get watch it explode and i finally die by the blast.
I sometimes get good dreams, and im extremely pissed off when someone wakes me up, its like they are best things that happened to me ever, but i have to wake up.
Post by: Dutchling on August 30, 2012, 12:24:13 pm
I saw everyone as MRI scans of their brains.
That's all I can remember, but it was fucking weird.
Post by: Wayward Device on August 30, 2012, 12:49:21 pm
Headless of their vague warning we went to the castle and and had an awkward meal with the elderly Chinese couple and their lawyers. Over the course of the meal, I began to suspect that on of the lawyers was a vampire, so I blessed my glass of water with my mind, turning it into holy water and tricked him into drinking it. He promptly burst into flames, proving my suspicions correct. The last thing to happen before I woke up laughing was the elderly Chinese woman shouting at me
"Fool! Don't you know how expensive Vampire Lawyer is? You break you buy! You break you buy!"
Now my only problem is that my subconscious apparently loves racist stereotypes, no matter what my waking brain thinks about the matter.
Post by: Jervill on August 30, 2012, 02:30:44 pm
Post by: kaijyuu on August 30, 2012, 02:36:24 pm
Magma magma.
Magma magma magma!
Post by: miauw62 on August 30, 2012, 02:39:26 pm
Magma!Magma?
Magma magma.
Magma magma magma!
Post by: kaijyuu on August 30, 2012, 02:58:03 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 30, 2012, 03:22:02 pm
That was a memorable one.Ever had a lucid dream? That stuff can get scary. Rainbows and Blue Chinese Demons. 'Nuff said.Spoiler: Hi there! (click to show/hide)
Post by: anzki4 on August 30, 2012, 03:38:05 pm
I was standing in some random room and listened as two women discussed. What I gathered from their talk, the other one - a blonde - was an athlete, going to partake in some important contest soon. The blonde was wearing only T-shirt and panties which had some writing in them (I recall particularly the number "1917"). For unknown reasons - at least on that point - their discussion drifted to the writings on her panties and soon, she pulled them down, revealing that the same writings were "tattooed" (I somehow got the impression that the writing had ingrained to his skin from the panties) to his skin with red at exactly the same positions as they were in the panties. The blonde said that she would want the markings removed, but it would be expensive, mentioning something like: "The trophy would help." She also was worried what her boyfriend would say/think, because apparently his name was written there somewhere.
Any analysis? :P
Post by: kaijyuu on August 30, 2012, 03:42:49 pm
Any analysis? :P(http://i.imgur.com/x5LCI.jpg)
Hrm...
No really, I'm not certain there is anything to analyze from that, other than you're a normal human being with normal human weird dreams :P
Post by: kaijyuu on August 30, 2012, 03:49:21 pm
Post by: Telgin on August 30, 2012, 04:10:44 pm
wasn't his idea basically: everything in humans is driven by sex. our culture, wars, history et al?
Seems plausible.
Post by: Wrex on August 30, 2012, 04:11:59 pm
It's never the conventional horror, either. Oh no, that would be much too simple. No. In them, I am the monster, the fiend, the horror that lurks at the edges of your mind. Carnage. Bloodshed. Death. And worst of all, I enjoy it. Part of me is utterly horrified and disgusted, but the other half revels in the destruction and pain it causes.
To me, knowing that what you are, your very essence, is so...mutable is the most terrifying thing I can imagine.
Post by: kaijyuu on August 30, 2012, 04:14:47 pm
wasn't his idea basically: everything in humans is driven by sex. our culture, wars, history et al?He had a set of basic instincts that everything else was just extrapolations from, yes. Sex, food, etc.
Back to dreams!
Saying that "I have bad dreams" is much like saying "Water is wet".That IS terrifying. :X
It's never the conventional horror, either. Oh no, that would be much too simple. No. In them, I am the monster, the fiend, the horror that lurks at the edges of your mind. Carnage. Bloodshed. Death. And worst of all, I enjoy it. Part of me is utterly horrified and disgusted, but the other half revels in the destruction and pain it causes.
To me, knowing that what you are, your very essence, is so...mutable is the most terrifying thing I can imagine.
Post by: Scelly9 on August 30, 2012, 04:41:46 pm
Post by: King DZA on August 30, 2012, 08:50:57 pm
Allow me to share one from when I was very young, that to this day I can still remember remarkably clearly:
Me and my mother were visiting some friends in a huge fancy house, and I was left alone in a spacious and elegant living room with a big jack-in-the-box while the adults went elsewhere to chat. The jack-in-the-box began to play the traditional tune as the lever slowly turned on its own. The box soon sprung open, revealing a large smiling clown head atop a long metal spring, accompanied by two gloved hands also attached to springs.
I knew immediately that this springy smiling clown head had malicious intentions, and attempted to run away. Unfortunately, I was wearing socks, and the entire room had hardwood flooring, causing me to slip and fall each time I tried to escape. I yelled to the adults, who I could see just outside the room, but they ignored me and walked into a different portion of the house.
The jack-in-the-box picked me up by my arm and began to spin me around at terrifying speeds. However, me being the courageous little bastard I was, I decided to fight back and punch the clown in the face. The clown head shattered, exposing another, smaller version of itself on the inside. Surprised, I proceeded to punch the smaller clown head in the face as well, which again shattered only to reveal an even smaller clown head within. This continued until the clown head was even smaller than my little toddler fist of fury. With one final punch, I shattered the smallest clown head, and watched as another one the size of the original somehow grew out from it. It then let go of me, causing me to fly through the air and slam violently into the wall.
I can't clearly recall what happened after that. I only remember the sense of hopelessness I felt knowing that whatever I did, I could not get away from that sinister toy.
Post by: Psyco Jelly on August 30, 2012, 11:17:39 pm
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I entered a really dusty apartment, planning to kill an old man while he slept. I didn't know why. I didn't know who this man was. I had a job to do. I didn't think anything of it for the duration of the dream, but I was female. (This is a recurring happening in my dreams, I never notice when I am), and I crept through the apartment that was empty until I made it to the bedroom. My target was sleeping there, so I stabbed him.
If only it were that easy... He actually grabbed my stiletto with his hands when I went for the kill then punched me clear across the room. From where I stuck the knife into him, his shirt was torn but he wasn't bleeding from the cut. He basically chased me all over the apartment with me looking for an opening the whole time, he could just plain overpower me.
I managed to get him after I bated him into a bad swing, tackled him down, and managed to get the stiletto through his heart after using all my strength to do so. I was utterly exhausted. Then I woke up.
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I'm female in most of my dreams - any that I see myself in it's a consistent look... Any of you guys have something similar to that? Or have an idea why?
EDIT: I don't go around assassinating cyborgs in any dreams other than that one.
Post by: Mr.Zero on August 31, 2012, 06:20:13 am
All of these things are quite strange...
1. I remember in one dream that i was eating wooden pencils, i cannot remember why but i do remember that i enjoyed it.......
2. In one dream i remember that i went to a big mansion decorated with rich stuff ( Red carpet, big door, butlers etc.) to see it's owner, which was one fat fellow which sat in his royal chair. I went there to buy a carp from him... which was encased in tin foil and newspapers.
3. In another dream, which was particularly strange. I dreamed that i was standing at the edge of a corn field with my aunt ( Which i had recently visited in Real life) and my dad was standing at a small hill near us pointing a double barreled shotgun at us. He said "It's the prophecy" and then started to maniacally laugh.
4. This is one dream that i remember from my childhood which is a nightmare. I was running down a very dark hallway with my best friend towards a light which was at the end of the said hallway/tunnel. we kept hearing whispers and screams coming from behind so that's why we ran, just at the door my buddy trips and the shadows grab him. He quickly tells me "Save yourself!" before he gets dragged into the shadow and nothing could be heard from him.
So obviously i went inside the room which was a poorly lit room with mold over the walls, in the middle there was one of those fireplace chairs and a small wooden table with a lit candle and a book. I immediately closed the door which was a big steel door with a handle closing mechanism, it was rusty and squeaked a lot. Eventually i closed the door and pulled the handle and quickly ran to the chair in the middle looking at the door. You could heard loud bonking on the other side and whispers, eventually it stopped. I sat on the chair and looked at the book which had a strange sign on it. Suddenly you could see shadows coming from under the door, surrounding the whole room and closing in on the middle. Out of panic i opened the book and woke up.
Post by: Yoink on August 31, 2012, 05:10:08 pm
Post by: Wrex on August 31, 2012, 05:27:52 pm
I am going around, doing something at night. In this case, I think I was just walking around downtown Tacoma. Moon comes out from behind cloud.
Now, I'm going to do my best to describe what happens next. I am not sure if I have the words to describe it, but I will try. First, I just start hurting all over. I get shaky, nauseous. Then, maybe...ten seconds later, then pain kicks itself up to eleven. I can feel my bones moving , my muscles thickening, my skull changing shape. It is excruciating. It is the worst pain I have ever felt. Slowly, agonizingly, the pain is replaced by...something. I guess the best way to describe it would be....a rush? Just this surge of power, it feels so goddamn good I can't even begin to describe it. At this point, I don't even think I'm thinking anymore, just going along by instinct. And you know what instinct is telling me to do? Kill. And so I did. And I loved every minute of it while what little humanity I could still feel was screaming at me to stop.
....kaijyuu, please hold me. I need to go cry.
Post by: Yoink on August 31, 2012, 05:33:58 pm
...it wasn't a dream? :o
Edit:
were you al capone in it?Nah, while I don't really remember much, it was some guy robbing a bank, I think. And shooting lots of people. Whilst wearing some kind of brown suit.
were you al capone in your previous life?
I think in some parts of the dream I was the guy, in others I was investigating his crimes or researching him or something.
Post by: King DZA on August 31, 2012, 05:37:49 pm
What if...
...it wasn't a dream? :o
It's the only logical explanation.
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 31, 2012, 05:42:20 pm
What if...
...it wasn't a dream? :o
It's the only logical explanation.
Right, bring out the burning stakes guys.
(It's for the celebratory barbecue, there will be chicken)
Post by: brainfreez on August 31, 2012, 05:43:53 pm
also i had this extreme dream where i was riding a rhinoceros through a city , i was laughing so hard , because the rhino was stabbing very big cotton candy , while i was screaming at it - "STUPID CATS KEEP EATING MY CARROTS" then the rhino grabbed me with its leg and gave me a knife , i then stabbed the rhino with the knife and woke up .
Post by: Wrex on August 31, 2012, 05:45:15 pm
What if...
...it wasn't a dream? :o
....There is only one statement I can make in response. That one emoticon on SA. You know the one recoiling that looks like :o but infinitly more horrified?
That one.
Post by: brainfreez on August 31, 2012, 05:53:46 pm
Post by: kaijyuu on August 31, 2012, 05:53:55 pm
....kaijyuu, please hold me. I need to go cry.I'm here! But keep those claws to yourself; I like my liver uneaten.
Post by: brainfreez on August 31, 2012, 06:10:24 pm
Post by: Scelly9 on August 31, 2012, 06:12:31 pm
Post by: Zanzetkuken The Great on August 31, 2012, 06:38:00 pm
Post by: kaijyuu on August 31, 2012, 06:39:23 pm
Post by: Scelly9 on August 31, 2012, 06:41:12 pm
You probably did dream something but have no memory of it.Pretty much definitely.
Post by: Xantalos on August 31, 2012, 06:44:08 pm
Happens all the goddamn time.You probably did dream something but have no memory of it.Pretty much definitely.
Post by: Scelly9 on August 31, 2012, 06:45:48 pm
It was very strange.
Post by: Wrex on August 31, 2012, 06:55:26 pm
Post by: Roboboy33 on August 31, 2012, 07:18:48 pm
I was in this research lab where I was sent to find out about some new material these guys had found and rescue one of our members of our orginization. The dream started with me already in the lab and about to rescue my teammate. The capsule she was kept in looked like a cyrogenic chamber, and after we got out of there we started getting into to lab, we discovered they had called it "Epixum" and emitted rainbow-like auroras. When we were discovered by them in a chamber that they where testing a weapon powered by this new material in, and so this big buff guy used it on himself and he turned into this gigantic circular eight-legged crab thing, I remember my pov shifting out to the entire planet to see how big this guy was, he must have covered like 1/3 of the world. His pincer things started glowing purple and sinking into the earth. But then I woke up.
This is one of my strangest and most memorable dreams I've had. I really wanted to see what happened next.
Post by: Skyrunner on August 31, 2012, 08:08:05 pm
i remember another dream: i was in a house that had 3 rooms. i went in the first room and saw huge pot, full with boiling water, then a crab jumped out of it and snatched off my nose; i was really depressed about how ugly i am and went to my friends house to look in the map and see where did i put my phone. when i was in my friends house, i heard police outside. they were chopping down trees. one of the trees fell on me and i woke up.
:D
Magic of punctuation.
I seem to have a lot of dreams in this particular piece of imaginary architecture. Very labyrinthine, tall, full of many stairwells, halls, corridors, floors, rooms and stuff. @_@
Just before I was about to wake, I was sitting in some kind of bar with my dad and waiting to eat buffalo wings. ._.
Now I want to eat buffalo wings.
Post by: Criptfeind on August 31, 2012, 08:40:02 pm
Post by: Scelly9 on August 31, 2012, 08:42:04 pm
Do you guys have dreams that are... Uh. Continuations?Yep. Love it when that happens.
Post by: Skyrunner on August 31, 2012, 08:42:37 pm
It's like watching the next episode of a really fun drama that you didn't expect you'd be able to see!Do you guys have dreams that are... Uh. Continuations?Yep. Love it when that happens.
Post by: raptorfangamer on August 31, 2012, 11:03:49 pm
anyways, I dont dream much. really, when I do its either bizarre stuff, scary stuff, or mundane stuff. I mostly go lucid on mundane stuff dreams,
I find it to be the weirdest part of it.
I remember this mundane dream where I was on school, the typical rainy day of winter, but I was completely invisible to others (not that my dream-me knew, I was ignored by mostly everyone) and I suddenly go lucid. The first thing I do? Blink, not the blinking blinky blink you need to do to have eyes, Teleporting blinks, only for a short distance. I remember blink-jogging to the exit of the school shortly after that and take off flying, the sky was white, I remember as a mixture of rain-cloud white and empty white. My mind decided I explored way too far when I got like halfway trough a street and I woke up.
Then there was this mundane dream where I was at home and had to do something and go lucid again, I used my lucidpowers to go and finish the dreamjective. Bad idea, I lose lucidity and go to a generic water level to find a water god. And I woke up
Then there was this other dream, not mundane, I remember I was fending off a cat while some x files stuff happened. I follow the x files guys doing their x filey stuff and I am forced into watching cartoon gore from a boat, now, this might not seem bad. But you dont know my dreamphysics, my dream became the screen the pictures came from, and saw how a chicken exploded like a balloon staining coins with blood as its feathers fell down, all the while psychedelic music accompanied it.
Or this other dream, which features this character... "Her" was the name of it, it supposedly gave me one of those tissue boxes but it had a hole where impressive heat sprung from it, the box soon started to burn and I went to my house bathroom to turn it off, I leave it there shortly after and I inform my brother, I go to my room and The box is back I See a light trough the wall (as if it was trough a window) and receive a phone call from "Her". I woke up shortly after.
remember some for lucid, remember others for telling, remember others for how shockingly bizarre/creepy they were. I remember others, but I prefer not to write them down right now.
Spoiler: Confirmed dreamphysics of mine (click to show/hide)
Post by: Scelly9 on August 31, 2012, 11:25:13 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 01, 2012, 12:39:22 am
One recurring dream of sorts I've had quite a few of involves this bizarre concourse kind of location, like a massive convention center meets airport terminal kind of setting, which also meets the Cube/Hypercube world. Hallway after hallway after hallway. Different colored halls, different species, people, things, many of them looking at me or greeting me as if we've known each other for millennia; and oddly enough, I was my 6-year old self, feeling lost in this crazy-ass environment, looking for someone. But over the course of time (other times I dreamed of this place), with the dream, I've been maturing, or had better control over my RSI (residual self-image (probably solving issues within myself or something)), and looking more like my current self, except with more abilities and such exotic to our reality (essentially, magic), and being able to better navigate this place, and the very same creatures and etc. were barely phased by my developments, and were actually more welcoming me to chat up with them. Mind you, these things looked like real aliens; eldritch horrors and whatnot, crystal beings, and so on. They were behaving so familiar with me, it was as if they were waiting for me to have a drink with them and catch up on old times.
Maybe it's me, but I don't know if I was something crazy-awesome in my past life or something, but that has to say something if even things like elder gods, angels, and demons, want to have a drink with me, just to chat, and nothing else. I mean, they were like old friends, and they even had that familiar feel about them. Sure, they don't speak our language, yet I understood them enough, and vice-versa, it was like those sci-fi shows/movies where I can speak normal to something with non-verbal language, and we understand each other when we communicate. If aliens and gods really do exist, I'm plenty open to hang out with them just by these dreams alone. Sure, they may give your everyman a broken sanity or eternal nightmares when you look at them or hear them speak (much of them also being principalities and powers; meta- and multi-dimensional beings, and being things that would even make Cthulhu himself shudder), but they're actually pretty cool guys, and have some interesting stories to tell. Unfortunately, we, as humans are the subjects to many of their pranks; either on us, or on other aliens and gods. A good epiphany I got was, there's no good nor evil; just a crap-ton of assholes, regardless of background, origins, and intent of actions. God's an asshole, the devil was an asshole, Christ may have even been an asshole as a child when being raised, and he could have viewed his parents as such too while being disciplined. Face it, everybody's an asshole to some degree no matter what; it's natural.
Funny enough, I think I was hit on by a few crazy-ass beings as well; fortunately, most of them with forms compatible with my own (yes, your standard monster-girl type or technicolor-skinned babe; apparently, regular women just don't see much in me. Felt nice to be appreciated once in awhile; even if by a non- or partial-human.), at other times, not so much; unless, in a past life, I WAS one of them, and they somehow recognized me in this body. Maybe it's a spiritual thing? I dunno. But these things revered me, and fallen angels and demons that would not think twice to harm an innocent child (mostly for fun) are absolutely terrified of me, as if I could erase them from existence absolutely (including any backups, and alternate realities that may include them (erasing them from them)), or annoy them so much, that I, as a being, am an outlawed form of torture by the Geneva Convention. Then again, considering how far I would go to bend or abuse certain rules (SEE: Things Bay-12ers are not allowed to do in RPGs; mostly what I came up with), makes sense.
EDIT:
Reading back on some of this, I hope the sign for the place doesn't say something along the lines of Gensokyo (though I wouldn't mind too much; especially if I'm revered as such).
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 01, 2012, 04:20:53 am
Except when it's one month of falling. Though I guess I didn't expect the landing :PIt's like watching the next episode of a really fun drama that you didn't expect you'd be able to see!Do you guys have dreams that are... Uh. Continuations?Yep. Love it when that happens.
I had an odd dream last night.
I was dreaming I was semi-conscious. But there is also the possibility I was semi-conscious in real life, and just being semi-lucid.
Semiiiiiiiiii
Post by: Yoink on September 01, 2012, 05:10:20 am
Post by: brainfreez on September 01, 2012, 07:08:23 am
in the first dream i was running around huge green plains with a sword in my hand and 2or3 barbarian friends.while we were walking forward,we could see a huge mountain in the right corner.i don't know why,but i was bragging to everyone that i had once climbed on the mountain,and then i woke up.
in the next dream i was in my house. then random creatures attacked me.one of them was huge dinosaur,i was running away from it, and then i appeared in the same grassy plains with the same mountain and bragging about the same stuff.then i appeared in the city, with my friend running away from the dinosaur.i saw a very dark street and said to my friend "in the new year we will have fruits."the friend answered"but why do i need eggs then?"and i gave him a fruit and we ran in the dark street,after few seconds of running,we found a very bright warehouse,it had lots of guards.i said to them "give us what you have and leave",they gave me vodka,we all sat on the floor and drank it.
Post by: Furtuka on September 01, 2012, 07:47:34 am
Post by: Yoink on September 01, 2012, 09:53:52 am
Bear in mind, at that time I had a terrifying nightmare EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.
But then every so often, I would have this very nice, calming dream about a whole bunch of Disney characters on a tug boat. ???
Post by: Furtuka on September 01, 2012, 10:00:10 am
Post by: kaijyuu on September 01, 2012, 01:13:52 pm
I was living in a Gravity Falls esque town, and for some reason I found a talking dog in my car. And he was a total jerk. And I suspected he was an alien.
After some shenanigans aliens DID show up, this time to judge humanity, and the dog had by this point morphed into a centaur for no reason. The aliens deemed Earth to be the property of the Centaur race (who were from Earth; the aliens were different), since they had been taking care of an old lady. No, I don't understand the logic either. Anywho, several people objected due to the old lady being absolutely nuts, probably caused by the Centaur's bad job of taking care of her, and that's when the dream ended.
Post by: Wrex on September 01, 2012, 04:11:30 pm
Post by: Xantalos on September 01, 2012, 05:05:28 pm
Post by: rarborman on September 01, 2012, 05:09:36 pm
I had a dream about playing an indianna jones puzzle game the night before.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 01, 2012, 05:21:19 pm
Everyone knows Fap Dracula can't become a werewolf.Same dream happened again. I...I feel like a wreck.I'd hug you, but my organs are best inside my body, and I don't want to become a werewolf.
Post by: Xantalos on September 01, 2012, 05:27:16 pm
...BRAIN BLEACH!!! BRAIN BLEACH!!! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-m6Ua9Iqkg)I can't remember being fapcula!Everyone knows Fap Dracula can't become a werewolf.Same dream happened again. I...I feel like a wreck.I'd hug you, but my organs are best inside my body, and I don't want to become a werewolf.
where do I bite the- oh god.
Post by: Wrex on September 01, 2012, 05:35:55 pm
Post by: Xantalos on September 01, 2012, 05:41:04 pm
I need a drink. A strong one, Any reccomendations?OLD SPICE DRINK HAS 16 HOURS OF SOBER BLOCKING POWEEEER! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-m6Ua9Iqkg) Sorry about that; I just had to.
Post by: rarborman on September 01, 2012, 05:45:55 pm
Post by: Xantalos on September 01, 2012, 05:48:13 pm
Nightmares tonight, thanks for that Xantalos.That does remind me of a dream I had where it was only Terry Crews yelling at me and breaking the universe and generally becoming an Eldritch Abomination. Creepy as hell.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 01, 2012, 05:59:46 pm
have I unintentionally scarred the bay12 forums?Oh we both know it was intentional.
Veeeeerrryyyyyyy Iiiiiiint
Post by: brainfreez on September 01, 2012, 06:02:31 pm
so i was in the police station and a police officer came to me and screamed "WHY ARE THE MOUNTAINS SO HIGH , I MAY CLIMB THEM BUT NOT NOW" i screamed back "ITS BECAUSE EARTH IS ANGRY AND THEY ARE COLD" , the officer screamed back to me "I MAY BE COLD , BUT YOU WILL NOT LEAD" then i grabbed the officer , took his jacket and woke up .
Post by: Xantalos on September 02, 2012, 02:21:48 am
Post by: Wrex on September 02, 2012, 02:47:01 am
Post by: Xantalos on September 02, 2012, 02:55:13 am
Post by: Wrex on September 02, 2012, 03:06:49 am
*raises eyebrows*
Post by: Xantalos on September 02, 2012, 03:12:55 am
Post by: kaijyuu on September 02, 2012, 04:41:43 am
Post by: Scelly9 on September 02, 2012, 04:42:42 am
Post by: kaijyuu on September 02, 2012, 04:43:09 am
Post by: Urist McPenguinhead on September 02, 2012, 07:11:52 am
There was about a dozen or so creatures with the upper body of a penguin and the lower body of a pony. Like a centaur, but with penguins and ponies! They were all standing in a circle on a flat, grassy plain doing some sort of really fast paced Irish jig thing to dubstep music. Sounds kind of weird, but it was actually pretty cool.
Then when the music ended they all ran away and I was screaming at them to come back but they wouldn't.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 02, 2012, 09:13:23 am
wow. a spambot.Seems more likely a human directed advertiser, so it's quasi-automated.
A dream where you shout expletives at a Barracuda for hours is a great dream.
Post by: Trapezohedron on September 02, 2012, 09:37:10 am
Post by: Yoink on September 02, 2012, 09:39:51 am
Post by: miauw62 on September 02, 2012, 09:51:07 am
Post by: brainfreez on September 02, 2012, 11:39:21 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 02, 2012, 11:54:27 am
Also, I've just realised, I've not had any nightmares.That you remember.
Post by: Xantalos on September 02, 2012, 12:52:18 pm
Second dream was in some kind of 2d racing game, from a first person perspective. You couldn't pass the car in front, so the objective was to floor it until you got to the end, then stop. The cars changed frequently, and and one point it was a blue pickup truck that had a blue gorilla with a red fez on in it that was shooting at us with a pistol. At this point I realized the dream was 3d and I was in the passenger seat, the car being driven by Randy Marsh from South Park. The car in front of us, a normal car this time, continued onward past the endpoint, and we followed, somehow moving without pressing the gas pedal, reasoning that since the other car went on, it gave us permission to do so, too. After a while of driving through a winding forest road (that was paved and well-lit) my phone rang. I answered, and my mom said, in a really out-of-breath voice, "Do you have *indistinct* Phillips?" This creeped me out so much I woke up.
Post by: Wrex on September 02, 2012, 01:51:45 pm
Post by: kaijyuu on September 02, 2012, 01:54:42 pm
Though I guess I should stress there's no such thing as werewolves, and you didn't actually murder anyone. :P So, /internet hug. I do not fear for my liver actually being eaten ;D
Post by: brainfreez on September 02, 2012, 02:03:02 pm
Though I guess I should stress there's no such thing as werewolves, and you didn't actually murder anyone. :P So, /internet hug. I do not fear for my liver actually being eaten ;Dwooo , watch out , we've got a badass over here !
Post by: kaijyuu on September 02, 2012, 02:04:43 pm
Post by: Xantalos on September 02, 2012, 02:05:18 pm
Worse than the other ones. Damn, I feel awful
What kaijyuu says is true. Here, have an internet hug.
+1! :D
How long has this been going on for, if I may ask?
Post by: brainfreez on September 02, 2012, 02:07:47 pm
Post by: Wrex on September 02, 2012, 02:23:32 pm
Post by: Xantalos on September 02, 2012, 02:26:44 pm
Post by: Wrex on September 02, 2012, 02:27:47 pm
Post by: Xantalos on September 02, 2012, 02:40:42 pm
Post by: brainfreez on September 02, 2012, 02:56:16 pm
i was walking around my house and found 1000 dollars so i decided to go on a trip to Africa with 2 other random girls that I've never seen before .
after a milisecond we appeared in Africa and i had huuuge green pickup with huge horn like on unicorns and the pickup could speak and generate a blue force field that did nothing . one of the girls said "why is here beach , i like other beaches" i became angry and yelled "DON'T SIT ON BEACH IF YOU'RE ALIVE" then i threw a golden apple at random guy . the guy then transformed to something like sea star (or whatever is the beast that lives in seas) with shoes on all the arms . i ran away from it and went to my old friends (i have no friends in Africa) rice farm , my friend gave me 3 leaves of a tree and i ate them like rice and woke up .
Post by: Wrex on September 02, 2012, 03:52:00 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 02, 2012, 03:58:20 pm
And a picture of greatorder by the bedside.Thanks guys *hugs*keep a silver bullet on hand.
and a gun. preferably a revolver for the sake of being a revolver.
Post by: Wrex on September 02, 2012, 03:59:22 pm
Post by: brainfreez on September 02, 2012, 04:01:58 pm
I've heard that they do nasty things to people .
the necklace should be named "the virginity keeper".
Post by: Xantalos on September 02, 2012, 04:02:25 pm
Post by: kaijyuu on September 02, 2012, 04:02:51 pm
and onion necklace to ward off fapires .Very nasty ;D
I've heard that they do nasty things to people .
Post by: brainfreez on September 02, 2012, 04:05:40 pm
this thread has derailed into nasty things .
Post by: Wrex on September 02, 2012, 04:13:42 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 02, 2012, 04:21:28 pm
I'll leave all derailed threads till they get put onto the rails, kay?It's not you causing the derails, at least actively
Post by: kaijyuu on September 02, 2012, 04:23:35 pm
Note how this thread has been derailed into talking about derails.
Post by: brainfreez on September 02, 2012, 04:24:58 pm
Post by: raptorfangamer on September 02, 2012, 04:27:07 pm
Raptorfangamer inserts dream topic to make sure it is not insane!
so. huh, any of you guys feel like you had a dream that was either recurrent or a memory just to then realize your brain made it all up? I had it happen with certain dream, including one where for some reason I knew it was going to end into a nightmare so I tried to wake up constantly from it.
Expanding upon that dream I supposedly saw a guy with a snow bike thing kill another guy by running him over and doing a backflip to crush him again. I supposedly went to a hospital with some friends shortly after where for some reason I knew it was haunted (or going to be) so I tried to wake up, shortly after I simple opened my open dream eyes and I am awake.
I find it weird that I have enough lucidity to know it is a dream but not enough to have common sense and lucidpowers.
I seriously hate it when dream-me lacks common sense.
Post by: Wrex on September 02, 2012, 04:28:11 pm
backflip to crush him again.
Very through, this man.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 02, 2012, 04:30:41 pm
I find it weird that I have enough lucidity to know it is a dream but not enough to have common sense and lucidpowers.Well one of the theories for the existence of dreams is that they're our normal lives with subtle / extreme variations. Mental mutations if you will :P
I seriously hate it when dream-me lacks common sense.
Post by: rarborman on September 02, 2012, 04:32:43 pm
I've never thaught about any of these so where the fuck are these coming from?
Post by: brainfreez on September 02, 2012, 04:36:10 pm
everything is connected somehow , like a dog chasing purple planet might be your real life experienc where you saw a dog chasing a car or something .
Post by: Euld on September 02, 2012, 04:46:08 pm
Post by: Xantalos on September 02, 2012, 04:49:13 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on September 02, 2012, 04:51:48 pm
Last night's was about Guild Wars 2. Video game dreams are usually a sign that I need to stop playing said video game so much. In this case, I refuse.
Post by: Nega on September 02, 2012, 04:53:10 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on September 02, 2012, 04:55:37 pm
Post by: brainfreez on September 02, 2012, 04:55:41 pm
Post by: Nega on September 02, 2012, 05:05:16 pm
Post by: rarborman on September 02, 2012, 05:17:17 pm
Also I dont ever remember seeing a dog chasing a car, in real life experiences I've seen 18 dogs in my entire life, I have great subjective memory and I've never seen a dog chase a car anywhere besides movies or television.
Post by: brainfreez on September 02, 2012, 05:20:21 pm
Post by: rarborman on September 02, 2012, 05:31:31 pm
They also say dreams can be your brain making things up, situations that may or may never happen to try and prepare you to survive them, and its why children dream of monsters.
Post by: brainfreez on September 02, 2012, 05:35:48 pm
Post by: Graknorke on September 02, 2012, 06:39:17 pm
Even my subconscious acknowledges how much I do things horribly wrong and embarrassing.
Post by: Vorthon on September 02, 2012, 06:50:23 pm
Post by: Wrex on September 03, 2012, 12:09:38 am
Post by: Furtuka on September 03, 2012, 12:39:37 am
Post by: Wrex on September 03, 2012, 12:40:48 am
Post by: brainfreez on September 03, 2012, 07:19:02 am
Post by: Yoink on September 03, 2012, 08:44:21 am
Can't remember exactly how it started, but early on the dream was some sort of party-based dungeon crawler, with the party- consisting mostly of dwarves apart from my character, who was a human who looked a bit like the fighters out of Disgaea- fighting various generic underground monsters that I don't remember too well.
Anyway, the group's progress stalled before we got very far, as the dwarven members of the group debated what to do with a (possibly magical/artefact) admantine sword and suit of armour they had found. My character, not interested in all that nonsense, went down a level and was fighting these weird monsters as he navigated between pools of lava. (They kinda reminded me of some pokemon, Sneazel or something?)
Eventually the party decided (mostly at the urging of the more patriotic members) that the sword and armour would be given to the leaders of the dwarven civ for testing, that they might learn to imitate it. That was the dream's cue to switch to a sort of newspaper comics page, with several strips showing the dwarf civ's plan to send the adamantine gear out to various fortresses for field testing.
The first strip showed the rather unenthusiastic party leader handing over a cardboard box containing the sword (a weary expression of suppressed anger on his face) to a hyper-cheerful mayor/expedition leader of some backwoods fort, a representative of the government solemnly looking on.
"We're going to launch it 15 z-levels at the goblins [and have a squad retrieve it]!" said the recipient, happily.
I don't remember the rest as clearly, but there were strips showing the bizarre "tests" thought up by the overseers of various forts, goblins protesting the war crimes committied on them(and the unfair OP-ness of the adamantine), and, for some reason, a few strips on the benefits of marble-coated guitar strings, which the dwarves were somehow milking out of cows. ??? Marble guitar strings were apparently brought into popularity by Elvis Presley.
...That was a very weird dream. :P For some reason I remembered that part of it quite well, compared to usual, at least.
It helps that I typed it into a memo on my phone near as soon as I woke up. There was more dream earlier on, though, which I don't remember it. Thinking back, I believe the artifact, magical adamantine sword and suit of armour were actually a fairly common drop(in the game the dream started in), hence why my character wasn't too interested.
Post by: GoombaGeek on September 03, 2012, 09:03:20 am
And in a different dream I was walking in a scenic mountain town and I saw this rocket and this safety guy was all like "dont go over there ok" and I was all like "ok safety guy" and I didn't go over there and the rocket pivoted in midair and flew right at me and it was a huge space rocket and it was really scary and then it exploded the building I was standing on and then I ran away and then there was another rocket and it also flew at me and I exploded and died.
But not all of my dreams involve giant explosions! They also have weird places, like a bunch of trails near my house that I was sure were real when I woke up but they weren't - just lots of fabricated locations that are nearby.
Also, here's my weirdest dream of all time.
This space guy has his planet exploding and was sent in a spaceship to plant pumpkins. This would help somehow. So he goes around on generic space planets planting pumpkins until he lands on a planet made out of whole wheat flour. He cannot plant pumpkins on a planet made of whole wheat flour so he freezes to death in despair.
Post by: kaijyuu on September 03, 2012, 11:06:26 am
I had my most common dream last night. Well it's hardly a "dream"... it's just me thinking about problems and figuring out absolutely wacky solutions, forgetting them, then fixing them again in progressively weirder ways. Last night I was concerned about moving later this year, so I had what amounted to a very long daydream about it.
I like these dreams better when they concern programming, because sometimes my mind makes up impossible solutions... and sometimes it makes up practical ones that actually work. The latter often catches me off guard.
Post by: Wrex on September 03, 2012, 02:13:24 pm
Post by: ab00 on September 03, 2012, 02:32:02 pm
Post by: Scoops Novel on September 03, 2012, 02:35:09 pm
Post by: Wrex on September 03, 2012, 02:46:45 pm
Wrex, why the forum avatar? Are you trying to remind your subconscious how distinct the two are?
And it's a pretty badass avatar. Can't forget that.
Post by: Tidal on September 03, 2012, 08:34:11 pm
Post by: Evilsx on September 04, 2012, 03:28:26 am
Post by: GoombaGeek on September 04, 2012, 06:36:22 am
I can't wait!
Wait, I'm posting here before school. break the habit
Post by: brainfreez on September 04, 2012, 09:54:43 am
Post by: Shinotsa on September 04, 2012, 12:22:23 pm
This went on until it actually got boring enough for me to roll over and say fuck it, but it was thoroughly awful for the entire duration (it seemed to be hundreds of cycles, probably low double digits) before that point.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on September 04, 2012, 01:35:39 pm
And then, I woke up. I've thought: "Whew, it was only a dream". I looked out of the window... and saw the same orange gas thing seeping out of the kindergarten across the street.
Then I woke up again, for real.
Post by: Scelly9 on September 04, 2012, 02:02:41 pm
I had a very weird dream today: Some crazy-ass performance artist, whose "performance" included launching grenades full of some orange-colored nerve gas at people, was running around my hometown. No one cared, because everyone had thought it was actually a fine contemporary art performance. I was going home on a trolleybus full of people, suddenly I've heard the sound of a grenade launcher being fired and saw the cloud of this gas moving straight at the trolleybus. The gas engulfed it, I took a deep breath...Maybe you didn't wake up for real. Maybe this is all a dream.
And then, I woke up. I've thought: "Whew, it was only a dream". I looked out of the window... and saw the same orange gas thing seeping out of the kindergarten across the street.
Then I woke up again, for real.
Post by: Wrex on September 04, 2012, 02:52:46 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 04, 2012, 03:02:05 pm
Is that while you're awake or sleeping?Coffee. Coffee is good. Must drink more coffee. Sleeping is bad.well, once the hallucinations start...
Post by: Wrex on September 04, 2012, 03:08:57 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 04, 2012, 03:09:59 pm
also, microsleeps begin happening, where you sleep for five minutes (or thereabouts) and NOTHING can wake you up. they shoved mice into water and started to drown them and they still slept.Powernap underwater ftw.
Post by: Xantalos on September 04, 2012, 03:30:42 pm
At this point, I Have had less than 6 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours. I plan to crash so hard on caffine I pass out, and get some restful sleep.If it's your mind that's doing it, try to counteract it by wearing silver or something?
Post by: kaenneth on September 04, 2012, 03:35:55 pm
Post by: Vorthon on September 04, 2012, 03:36:24 pm
At this point, I Have had less than 6 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours. I plan to crash so hard on caffine I pass out, and get some restful sleep.If it's your mind that's doing it, try to counteract it by wearing silver or something?
Oh! I just had the best idea ever: Photographic film mummy.
Post by: Xantalos on September 05, 2012, 05:53:51 pm
Post by: Wrex on September 05, 2012, 06:23:29 pm
*dances with joy*
Post by: Vorthon on September 05, 2012, 06:25:59 pm
No dreams last night!
*dances with joy*
Nope. You just don't remember any.
I know, I know. I'm being an overly pedantic ass.
Post by: Wrex on September 05, 2012, 06:28:08 pm
No dreams last night!
*dances with joy*
Nope. You just don't remember any.
I know, I know. I'm being an overly pedantic ass.
Well, to be fair, I did have dreams last night and do remeber them, but they were not noteworthy because they didn't involve me strangling someone with their own intestines.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 05, 2012, 06:31:52 pm
No dreams last night!
*dances with joy*
Nope. You just don't remember any.
I know, I know. I'm being an overly pedantic ass.
It is entirely possible to have dreamless sleep.
Post by: Vorthon on September 05, 2012, 06:34:47 pm
No dreams last night!
*dances with joy*
Nope. You just don't remember any.
I know, I know. I'm being an overly pedantic ass.
It is entirely possible to have dreamless sleep.
Huh. Learn something new everyday.
Post by: Yoink on September 05, 2012, 07:25:20 pm
Post by: Criptfeind on September 06, 2012, 09:36:59 am
So anyway. I had one of them this morning. And I am like "Huh. I wonder what time it is. Maybe I should wake up." So I look at a clock and it says 6:50 (interesting to note, in this dream that appears to mean it is 50 minutes past the hour, and the next hour to come up will be 6, so 6:50 actually equals 5:50. I have no idea why my dream was using such a odd and confusing time system, but whatever.)
So I see it is 5:50, and I say "Huh. Okay. I can sleep in a bit more." So I don't wake up. About a half a hour later (in these simi lucid dreams I am aware enough that I can tell at least how much actual time is passing, roughly.) I wake up and look at the clock. 9:30
Mother fucking lying dreams.
Post by: GoombaGeek on September 06, 2012, 10:02:13 am
*some dream*
In the dream, I suddenly become aware of the current time
"OH MY GOD IT'S 4:30 I HAVE TO GET UP AT 5:30 I'M LATE"
*wakes up*
*does not fall back asleep*
Post by: Graknorke on September 06, 2012, 10:56:38 am
No dreams last night!
*dances with joy*
Nope. You just don't remember any.
I know, I know. I'm being an overly pedantic ass.
It is entirely possible to have dreamless sleep.
Although if you don't have any for an extended period you end up feeling very tired and I would assume also fatigued.
So it isn't the best thing.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 06, 2012, 12:13:47 pm
Although if you don't have any for an extended period you end up feeling very tired and I would assume also fatigued.And there is also the possibility that it does very bad things to your mental state.
So it isn't the best thing.
Post by: miauw62 on September 08, 2012, 07:37:34 am
It was a sort of continuation.
I'm in a store buying stuff to kill bugs and redecorating my house because some ladies are coming over, and i will attempt to get laid.
They come over, and some stuff happens that i dont remember anymore. Suddenly i'm in another room fighting some random guy, and i change my attack modus. Suddenly one side of the room is a beach, and random plants are there. I suddenly realize it was just a dream and think "i should have axed the scroll" Then one of the ladies says that i should cook, but i cant cook, yet i go to the kitchen. I see one of those pans that are deeper then normal pans (dont know how they are called in english) and i think of a meal i had a few days ago in rl and that i should be able to make. Then i notice that the pan is kinda fat and not washed and then i wake up.
Post by: raptorfangamer on September 08, 2012, 10:53:50 am
The first person part, at first. And the third person part, in the last chunk of it.
I felt like I had three different themes of this dream, I barely remember the first and have completely forgotten the second one. The third part goes like this.
Dream rules on there:
1. I knew it was a dream but was unable to wake up.
2. I could feel I was on my gaming position.
3. I could feel pain.
It all started after being weirded out by the place of the second segment. I was there and the whatever was on my second section was too, it said something about symbiosis or parasites or magical bonding or something along the lines, took no care to it and went to the wilderness. It was becoming night, werecritters and vamps exist on the night, they were extremely powerful. I fought a bandit and the full moon came.
I ran into the city, I was only safe at lit places but on the entrance there were little to none. Some slenderman intermission happened around there quickly, but nothing else. I approached this dark elf that had frankenstein hair on this lit place (at this point it became a elderscrolls mashup with some vampire mutated media). I went downstairs to retrieve something, and as soon as I get to a dark place she freaks out and turns into a vamp, I run into the city and find that everyone is a weresomething chained.
At this point the bandit followed me in as a werewolf, and a long chase scene happened, my mind became a jerk and didnt let me deeper into the city by "quest-something" tried to enter the fighters guild and couldn't, so I found myself running away from this werecritter while finding ways out.
I finally go down the river and the creature finally misses me, the sun was rising and some wizards went to help me.
I was drowning with guy and all, so I went into my inventory, drank a healing potion, a fatigue one and a mana one and started casting healing spells on myself, I then try to loot the coffer behind me and the werecritter noticed me.
It didn't turn back, it killed a wizard trough a wall and then me, I saw the gameover screen and ragequitted out of the dream.
Did I say that on the chase scene I was arrowed a few times and felt them on my ribs?
That one part of it really sucked.
Post by: brainfreez on September 08, 2012, 12:16:51 pm
i was walking around a forest for no reason. then i saw 6 men,i don't know why but for some reason i knew they were bandits.i took out my sword (it was yellow and it had red ball at the tip of blade) and charged at them,one of them grabbed me by my right ear and threw me at a tree.they all enraged,became red and they were chasing me,i remember that i saw a bright red watermelon under my foot, the watermelon had a little door.i went in the watermelon and saw 2 ants fighting with knives on their heads,i was really excited about one of the ants. then a random bird appeared and started shooting seeds at me,i picked up a sniper rifle and zoomed with the scope and i saw the bird had a purple mace logged in its tail.the sniper rifle for some reason was shooting grappling hooks,so i appeared on the bird,somehow i knew that i must burn the purple mace that was logged on its tail to remove the curse that was making birds angry. i made a fireplace on the birds back and burned the mace .
Post by: raptorfangamer on September 08, 2012, 12:51:57 pm
my extremely nonsensed dream :
i was walking around a forest for no reason. then i saw 6 men,i don't know why but for some reason i knew they were bandits.i took out my sword (it was yellow and it had red ball at the tip of blade) and charged at them,one of them grabbed me by my right ear and threw me at a tree.they all enraged,became red and they were chasing me,i remember that i saw a bright red watermelon under my foot, the watermelon had a little door.i went in the watermelon and saw 2 ants fighting with knives on their heads,i was really excited about one of the ants. then a random bird appeared and started shooting seeds at me,i picked up a sniper rifle and zoomed with the scope and i saw the bird had a purple mace logged in its tail.the sniper rifle for some reason was shooting grappling hooks,so i appeared on the bird,somehow i knew that i must burn the purple mace that was logged on its tail to remove the curse that was making birds angry. i made a fireplace on the birds back and burned the mace .
if dreams are preparing you, you will be ready for a bay12/dwarf fortress leaking into reality scenario.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 08, 2012, 12:57:53 pm
my extremely nonsensed dream :
i was walking around a forest for no reason. then i saw 6 men,i don't know why but for some reason i knew they were bandits.i took out my sword (it was yellow and it had red ball at the tip of blade) and charged at them,one of them grabbed me by my right ear and threw me at a tree.they all enraged,became red and they were chasing me,i remember that i saw a bright red watermelon under my foot, the watermelon had a little door.i went in the watermelon and saw 2 ants fighting with knives on their heads,i was really excited about one of the ants. then a random bird appeared and started shooting seeds at me,i picked up a sniper rifle and zoomed with the scope and i saw the bird had a purple mace logged in its tail.the sniper rifle for some reason was shooting grappling hooks,so i appeared on the bird,somehow i knew that i must burn the purple mace that was logged on its tail to remove the curse that was making birds angry. i made a fireplace on the birds back and burned the mace .
In any other time past I would hail you as a prophet of the divine madness.
Post by: brainfreez on September 09, 2012, 03:33:35 am
Post by: Wrex on September 09, 2012, 03:48:22 am
Post by: Graknorke on September 09, 2012, 04:09:50 am
Anyone care to inform me when the next full moon is supposed to be?Are you a werewolf?
Also it's probably in a bit over half a month. I think?
Post by: brainfreez on September 09, 2012, 04:37:42 am
Post by: Yoink on September 09, 2012, 04:39:11 am
Anyone care to inform me when the next full moon is supposed to be?Are you a werewolf?
Also it's probably in a bit over half a month. I think?
He is. We've been over this earlier in the thread.
Post by: Graknorke on September 09, 2012, 04:41:43 am
Should I leave out some scraps of meat or something?
Post by: brainfreez on September 09, 2012, 05:16:56 am
Post by: Sprin on September 09, 2012, 07:51:21 am
I was sargent Johnson from Halo and I killed a scarab with my bare hands...
And I was contracted to kill Nobel team but make it look like battle feild incidents, like druging Gorge so he stayed on the ship...
Carter tho actualy killed himself.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 09, 2012, 08:41:14 am
I shall sacrifice my brother to you, if needs be.To what nefarious goal?
Post by: brainfreez on September 09, 2012, 08:48:02 am
Post by: Wrex on September 10, 2012, 04:44:57 am
Post by: Reudh on September 10, 2012, 06:13:05 am
Made no sense.
Post by: brainfreez on September 10, 2012, 06:53:36 am
you should read my dreams .
Post by: Reudh on September 10, 2012, 07:10:47 am
I might post some of my older ones. :/
Post by: Angel Of Death on September 10, 2012, 07:40:03 am
Post by: Xantalos on September 10, 2012, 10:08:25 am
I became aware of myself in a dark void. There was nothing there, and I felt unhappy at this. So I unfolded myself...or something; it's difficult to describe. It was a sort of (italics) expanding myself to meet the space I thought was necessary for my purposes. It was still dark, but not empty, so I made some light. Unfortunately, I made it too bright, and I apparently couldn't undo this, so I split the blinding light source into innumerable smaller, less bright ones and threw them around the...space, so they wouldn't reform back into the big one. The space now sufficiently illuminated, I set about doing stuff.
Only there was nothing to do. The...universe, I suppose you'd call it, existed, and it had light, but nothing else. So I sort of (I) made some other things exist. While the universe was empty and the light orbs were sort of erethreal, these new things were solider. I made a bunch of these things and figured that since I made them, they were part of me, and I didn't want to be darkened. So I put them near the...stars, I guess they were. I put them near the stars, and since I liked it like that, I sent them spinning round. I wanted to take a look at these planets, which is what they probably were, so I ... compressed myself. Previously, I'd been sort of everywhere, omnipresent, but I concentrated and compressed myself down to a single place. It felt weird. Anyway, I went to look at one of the planets, and even though the universe was vast, I was there pretty much instantly. I stopped it orbiting the star, turned it over in my hands, or just manipulated it with my mind; hard to tell. Anyways, I looked it over, and I found myself disappointed and lonely for some reason. I wanted to communicate, so I tried to make another. This other was fragile, and once it was done, that which it was began flailing (as I understood movement) and I feared that it would end. I put it onto the star, and my first creation sort of faded away. I tried making another one and dragging it away from the star system, but it was too much like me to survive; the universe was me, and the universe could only tolerate one of itself in each universe to stay real. Without that thing like me, though, it wouldn't be alive in the sense that I was; sentient, I suppose? Anyway, I got around that by infusing the me-thing with something that was like the planet substance, but not entirely (so they wouldn't fuse with the planet) the same, and placed them on the planets, so they wouldn't burn up on the stars, or get the aliveness in them destroyed by the universe (which didn't like such things). I put it there, adjusting it's size as I did so to fit the planet so it could wander around, and waited to see what it did. It sort of stood there for a while and then crumbled away, letting the ... soul, I guess, float away. I realized I'd have to do something about that, and spent the next little while constructing something to make the soul not escape. It involved threads of stuff and tubes and a bunch of jarlike things. When I put a soul inside it, I noticed that it wouldn't hold the soul forever, and I didn't want to constantly have to create new things; I wanted to communicate with them! So I gave them the ability to make more of them, at the rate of about one new thing being created (complete with new soul) per one thing wearing out. I made a few of them, put them down on a planet, and 'sat' down to watch. Stuff happened; I'm not sure what. Eventually, when I was sure they were going to stay there, I tried talking to one of them. It sort of...exploded or something when it saw me and heard what passed for my voice. I tried it again; same thing. I supposed I was too big for them or something, so I made myself a physical form and 'stepped' into it and onto the planet. It was fascinating , being in a body. Everything was so...noticeable, or THERE, that I had trouble adjusting my mindset. Eventually I did, and began communicating with one of the things. This was probably in a city or something, but I didn't really notice what the planet was shaped like; I only paid attention to the people. I talked to one of them (fascinating sensation, talking - so much manipulation of the physical form) and found it rather boring. These things seemed to be focused on meaningless, trivial matters, something about stretching the form, not anything I wanted to talk about. So I left that planet and went somewhere else. Arriving at another planet, I decided to decrease the ratio of spirit to flesh and see how that went. As it turned out, not well. I made the things, a bunch of them this time, and waited a bit before entering a body and going to the planet. What I found was weird and disturbing. The people here were making others of them do stuff like breaking little bits of the planet for bits that looked different, and cracking the outer layer of the people doing this, and worse stuff, like breaking the top bit of them off, where the soul was, killing them. I saw people putting weird combinations of stuff that was in a liquid inside their bodies that made their spirit flare for a bit, then dim past it's usual glow, and only flare up again when exposed to the substance again. It was weird and scary, and when I tried to talk to some of them they demanded thin stuff made out of the planet from me, and when I didn't have any, they caused me pain. It was the first time that I had experienced the sensation, but to me it was a slightly elevated version of the sensations that bodies gave me. I was too big in a metaphysical way for it to actually hurt me, but for the people with their comparatively tiny minds I could tell it would hurt. Disturbed, I sort of made the things there never have existed. I continued doing this for a while, making species of beings, trying to communicate with them, and if I didn't like what I got, unmaking them and going somewhere else. It mattered not; I (the universe) was big, and there were many stars and even more planets. I didn't like any of the species I made for a while, but eventually I made some really good ones that were reasonably curious, not overly harmful, and were sort of endearing. I walked among them for a while, talking with them. It was cool, they were interesting to talk to, while they lasted. Eventually I got comfortable enough to try talking to them while not in a body. I picked one of them and revealed the barest hint of what I was to him, and tried talking to him that way. He didn't want to talk about much though, only wanted to know what I was. I tried telling him, but he started babbling and didn't make much sense. I watched him, though, and he started telling people about me, and for some reason, they believed. It was a grossly distorted version of the truth, but I couldn't blame them for trying. Then they started calling out to me to appear, or break the form of another of them, and other stuff. So I appeared to them, and they were impressed, and they wouldn't stop bugging me about giving them laws to live by or something. I, being a nice being, obliged, and wrote up a set of basic things like don't kill the other people, don't take planet stuff (I think I meant matter and possessions and stuff) from other people, try not to let the species die out, and some other nonviolence stuff. (I'd noticed that whenever I took away the ability to be bad from the mortals, they sort of just became automatonish, I suppose because that took away free will or something, so I left the ability to be bad in them, but not the inclination) They took the laws or whatever they called them and tried to spread them, but over the years, the message became less 'don't violence' and more 'we're right and you agree with us or we kill you' or something. I decided that I should stop this, so I went down to the planet in body form again, and let them know ahead of time. When I got there (made in the mortal way to give me a sense of credibility) I made a big show, because after several species, I knew how mortals think - I impressed them with show and wow, and convinced everyone to follow my laws and stuff. When I judged them sufficiently laws-following, I stripped off my body, and promised my return so they'd continue to not kill each other. Looking down at the planet, I realized I'd forgotten to pay attention to every other part of the planet, so I appeared to other people on the planet, altering time so they each had time to spread, because I was the universe, screw causality. I then sat back and watched the little me's run around interacting for a few thousand rotations around the star. After the first thousand rotations or so, I got bored, and kept a metaphorical eye on the place while the main me went somewhere else. After a while, I went back to the planet and was just about to look at it when I received a metaphorical tap on the shoulder. I turned around and there was me! Or it looked like me anyway, but sort of patched together, made up of a trillion little me's. The next exchange took place in a mortal instant. I questioned what it was, and it explained that it was that first species that I'd created and forgotten about, and they had eventually figured out a way to go out of their physical forms without dying. I was delighted, but they them explained that they did this by carefully observing the universe and tracing it back to me, as I was functionally a smaller version of the universe, and constructing an apparatus partially made up of physical matter and partially soul stuff to sustain them until they destroyed me. I was confused, and they explained that they could only stay like they were for so long before the souls in the apparatus containing them gave out and they all died. I was going to reply, but they then CONTAINED me, forcibly tore me away from the universe; now I was just a very big soul in space. They attempted to assume control of the universe, but they were still many, and it took one to BE the universe. They failed, and they began to dissolve, and to my horror, I did too. They attempted to go into the hole in the universe created when they tore me from it; now closing, but I was desperate; I shoved them aside and raced in and the hole sealed shut behind me.
I eventually tried to explore this place. I couldn't do anything, but I reasoned that as long as I was the universe, it was infinite; now that I was separate, there were places outside of it. I don't know how long I was in there, but I eventually began panicking. What was happening to the people? Who would watch over them while I was gone? Who was going to talk to them? I despaired over the people, and began focusing on a way to get out. There was a lot of high end stuff flying through my head, but it boiled down to "this place doesn't exist, therefore to escape I need to make a part of it real". The only problem was that I couldn't do that; I was nothing more than an insubstantial wisp. I spent a LONG, LONG TIME in there, my fear for the little ones eventually turning to boredom, disgust, malice, and eventually hate. I hated the little things I wasted so much time nurturing. For all their posturing that they served me, where were they when I needed THEM? I hated the stars, for blinding me at the dawn of creation and blinding me once more (the traitors used some starish thing to contain my power while they ripped me out of reality). I hated the other failed species, for being unworthy of my care. Most of all, I hated the Firstborn, for straying from their rightful place and attempting to overthrow their creator. They should've known better. HOW DARE THEY ACT AGAINST THEIR BENEFACTOR?! HOW DARE THEY ATTEMPT TO USURP THE CROWN OF CREATION?! I strained. I pushed at the 'walls' of my prison and all the while I raged in silent torment. The urge to punish the mortals was a need now, it was a part of me. I stretched and I squirmed and I eventually tore a minuscule hole in the prison I was in. I squeezed myself through, but it snapped shut almost before I started. Only the barest hint of me got through, but it was enough. Before I could dissolve, I found a newborn person and booted it's soul out of it's body. I used the power of my hate to infuse myself into the body, at the cost of my memories. I can feel me out there, though. It doesn't remember, but it subconsciously knows what it must do. No matter how many times it dies and has to repossess another body, it will eventually free me, and I will reclaim myself in the universe and the upstarts and all those who exist in the universe would know what it was to behold an angry GOD.
And then I woke up, and I was kinda scared.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 10, 2012, 12:14:56 pm
I liked the horrific dreams more personally, at least those ones were entertaining.
Also Xantalos, I like your massive wall of text but it's a bit hard to see :d
Post by: DrPoo on September 10, 2012, 12:16:34 pm
I woke up a very early morning, while i was still night-gaming. I had gotten my clothes on, then i fell down. I could hear my own breath, but i couldnt move. Then i suddenly stopped existing. How can you say, i had this very long moment of feeling like i was virtually nonexistant. It wasent dark or anything, there was simply no vision, feeling of my body, sound or anything. Not even this constant background buzz i have in the back of my head, even when dreaming, was there. I was simply nothing. Then suddenly it was like my disembodied nonexistant consciousness was lifted out of this extra-dimensional pool, and i saw weird tones of blue and just the hint of a silhuette of a fractal. Then the fractal got purple colours and a voiceless.. voice(kind of like when you think, like someone was mouthin it inside your head) tell me that my existence is irrelevant, that my life is worthless. That we all share the same soul "root", like we are all one soul, just in pieces. That we even change souls sometimes. This infinitesmal that wasent even my soul, the vessel i observed this place, it was impossible for that to be changed, but since it does not contain any sort of identity or information, or anything, not even control, just faint existence, it wouldnt matter any way. So he explained that theese veins of the fractal that ended in a bulbous shaped blue glow were like where our souls were connected or something. Like that blue bulbs that the tentacles of the fractal terminates in, are the links to the physical brain. Then suddenly it felt like i had a body, but no sight, sense, hearing or anything. Without feeling it.. i felt that i was placed in a chair. Infront of me sat a man, a docter, i dont know how this works. But he spoke in the same voiceless voice "You could never see, David. It was always blindsight. Your senses are being redirected, blindly." He said much more than that but i cant remember it. Then i woke up, you know false memory right, guys? I woke up in my room, it was rather defurnished and empty, all there was, was my old bed and closet. I didnt realise the world was colourless, just that it was a really boring grey misty weather.
So i got out of bed. And went outside. Then without any desire, drive or motivation, or even forced control, i just walked down the road. The temperature was at that perfect balance where you cant even feel that the air has a temperature. And i, without realising it, still, without any influence on any tought pattern, saw that the world was all flat, all houses the same, arranged perfectly in a grid. There we some clusters of sky scrapers, but even all the clusters looked the same. I continued down. People had no face, the music was very generic, almost as if someone was trying to control it. Everything was so silent and dead, monotonous and homogenic. The sun was behind clouds, white, making this greyscale gradient over the sky. So, as dead as it was, i just felt like something was lurking beyond the places and things i could see, just waiting there, rubbinng its whatever in anticipation, just ready to strike. And when it would strike, the world would end. I also sensed that something out there was enjoying our faceless, sheepish, blind existence out there, feeding on us. And then i stopped existing again. And suddenly i felt the warm sensation of my body again. Rather cold on the skin. But seriously! Gravity! Physical objects! Holy shit!
Later that day i had a horrible migraine. And since then, i have found some significance in the number '33', and theese uncanny abilities to sense what otherwise cant be sensed. For example i can guess peoples faces with high accuracy on chats, not that i find any connection. I really dont believe in theese things.. yet..
What a strange dream.
Post by: brainfreez on September 10, 2012, 03:25:45 pm
i woke up in a hospital , a dog was chewing my leg . i really freaked out , grabbed a small table that was next to me and bashed the dog with it . i bashed the dog so hard , that it flew out of the window .
i felt agonizing pain in my torn open leg . i took a sheet and bandaged my leg with it , the pain was slowly fading away , but i couldn't walk , because it was hurting really bad when standing . i was screaming for help , but the hallways were empty . i managed to crawl to the window and saw that there was big pool of blood where the dog must have fell down , but the dogs corpse wasn't there . i saw big army helicopter in the air , it landed on the roof of hospital . i was really nervous and after 10 minutes i heard footsteps and people talking army style (like , you go to the left , while i backup you) . i screamed "HELP , PLEASE , MY LEG IS WOUNDED !" and i heard them saying like "wait , WAIT , he might be infected !".
(my phone has character limit,so i will post next part)
Post by: brainfreez on September 10, 2012, 03:26:14 pm
Post by: Vorthon on September 10, 2012, 03:52:29 pm
-Snip-
o_o
...Whoa.
Post by: Xantalos on September 10, 2012, 05:35:18 pm
Indeed. I was woahing more than Keanau Reeves when I woke up.-Snip-
o_o
...Whoa.
Post by: Xantalos on September 10, 2012, 05:56:58 pm
Post by: Wrex on September 10, 2012, 05:58:20 pm
More like I WAS God, and got betrayed by my creations, and turned to hate and is now the worst thing ever.
So now you know what it feels like. Intresting...
Post by: Xantalos on September 10, 2012, 06:01:04 pm
The power was intoxicating, to say the least, not to mention that the dream hinted that I was the god vessel waiting to free it.More like I WAS God, and got betrayed by my creations, and turned to hate and is now the worst thing ever.
So now you know what it feels like. Intresting...
Post by: Graknorke on September 10, 2012, 06:11:39 pm
That is not an easy task.
Post by: raptorfangamer on September 10, 2012, 07:44:50 pm
-snip-
having godly dreams?
Don't let godly-you consume you.
and... huh... don't erase me out of existence?
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 10, 2012, 11:03:01 pm
More like I WAS God, and got betrayed by my creations, and turned to hate and is now the worst thing ever.Heh, sounds like fun. Betrayal is the best thing ever, right next to that other thing.
Btw, I do believe a one 'Xantalos' shall be joining my pantheon as the God of generic Godness, alongside The Darkling Wolf, God of keys and all things amorphous and Duuvian, God of striving (and corn).
Post by: Yoink on September 11, 2012, 05:25:35 am
At first I was reading a book/watching a movie about some gang of murderous criminals, then as the dream progressed I was just experiencing their story without any real explanation; a cutscene, basically.
The dream went on a long time, I think at least one of the gang's leaders (who were brothers) was/were captured and the remaining one was hell-bent on getting revenge. Somehow his plot to free his brother involved hijacking a primrary school or something, (???) and by this point I and a friend were actually a part of this story, distracting a police chief who was about to discover what what's-his-face-criminal-dude was up to.
Oddly enough, this distraction involved me talking in a squeaky voice and pretending to be a girl. :-\ I don't know, I really don't.
That's all I can really recall now, but there were some videogame-like gunfight scenes in there at some point; and interestingly a couple of hours later I purchased L.A Noire. Hmm...
Post by: Xantalos on September 11, 2012, 10:03:20 am
YYYYAAAAAYYYYYMore like I WAS God, and got betrayed by my creations, and turned to hate and is now the worst thing ever.Heh, sounds like fun. Betrayal is the best thing ever, right next to that other thing.
Btw, I do believe a one 'Xantalos' shall be joining my pantheon as the God of generic Godness, alongside The Darkling Wolf, God of keys and all things amorphous and Duuvian, God of striving (and corn).
Post by: Vorthon on September 11, 2012, 03:45:57 pm
Post by: Xantalos on September 11, 2012, 05:31:23 pm
Dammit I wish I was the god of something. So jealous right now.I crown thee god of pointless rambling and humpdancing.
Post by: Levi on September 11, 2012, 05:46:25 pm
One of the neat things about this is that I also sometimes get some pretty spectacular and exaggerated city-environments. Where as at the moment I walk across a bridge downtown to get to my workplace, in my dreams it will be 8 bridges some passing above and below other ones and be super-wide and long, and the ocean below will be dotted with islands and more bridges. A slightly run-down part of town will have giant acre-wide crumbling buildings, and a shopping district will be so packed full of shops you can barely get around.
A small shortcut through the woods to my old house would have all sorts of crazy huge trees and rivers and creepy shacks, and a university campus was this massive sprawling environment with lakes and fancy sci-fi looking buildings. Almost every basement is an infinite dungeon, and after a few floors down I'll never be able to find my way up again.
I'm not sure why getting lost in exaggerated environments is such a common theme in my dreams. Also strangely I very rarely get nightmares, to the point where I actually kind of enjoy the rare occasion where I get one.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 11, 2012, 09:15:17 pm
They're still out there...
Post by: Furtuka on September 11, 2012, 10:42:08 pm
Post by: DrPoo on September 12, 2012, 08:15:28 am
Post by: Graknorke on September 12, 2012, 08:22:58 am
So no comments on my lovecraftian surreal horror mindfuck two pages ago?No-one is really surprised at anything you post anymore.
Post by: Gamerlord on September 12, 2012, 08:25:58 am
Post by: Parsely on September 12, 2012, 08:52:33 am
Thats when I woke up. My left arm was holding onto the mattress and my right arm and leg were holding me up. Essentially I was clinging to the side of the bed just like the black spider, and it kind of creeped me out once I thought about it. When I took a shower that same morning a green spider was hanging from the ceiling by its web and nearly landed in my hair. To this day I still double-check the ceiling of the bathroom for spiders.
I semi-consciously suspect that at least some of the more profound dreams are completely made up. Hmm.
Post by: DrPoo on September 12, 2012, 09:13:30 am
So no comments on my lovecraftian surreal horror mindfuck two pages ago?No-one is really surprised at anything you post anymore.
What? Why?
Am i really the personalisation of chaos?
So many people have told me stuff like "Your fucking my mind, shut up!" or "You are the king of random! Where do you get that shit from?"
Post by: Parsely on September 12, 2012, 09:18:58 am
Me as I read Xantalos' wall of text. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LN5eYFH8HZ8)Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Xantalos on September 12, 2012, 09:23:47 am
To be fair, I think it was better than mine...So no comments on my lovecraftian surreal horror mindfuck two pages ago?No-one is really surprised at anything you post anymore.
What? Why?
Am i really the personalisation of chaos?
So many people have told me stuff like "Your fucking my mind, shut up!" or "You are the king of random! Where do you get that shit from?"
Post by: Telgin on September 12, 2012, 12:46:51 pm
However, this time when my tooth was loose, I thought to myself, "You know what? I'm tired of you being loose in my mouth, you stupid tooth," and pulled it out before it fell out.
I'm totally going with that meaning that I'm taking control of my anxieties.
Post by: Kedly on September 13, 2012, 01:20:20 am
Post by: Dirg on September 13, 2012, 11:33:50 pm
Post by: yaklin on September 14, 2012, 12:44:36 pm
There was one where I was a mage and I had to kill some evil witch, but her sons were her body guards. I killed them pretty easily but then when I fought the witch she resisted every spell I threw at her, except for one: polymorph. I transformed her to a frog, then killed her by stabbing her repeatedly with a pencil.
Another one, I don't remember much of it except the end, I was laying in a bath tub staring out of the water at a big man in a dark hooded cloak, then i woke up gasping for air. That guy in the cloak used to be in a lot of my dreams, but that was the most recent dream he's been in and that was like 4 years ago, I actually miss him because he was always there in my dreams, like a childhood friend, even though i was terrified of him.
I've also had dreams that ended with me being shot by Nazis, hit in the head with a brick, driving off a cliff, drowning, getting impaled on a spear then roasted on a fire, and one time I was tortured to death by my girl friend.
Post by: kaijyuu on September 14, 2012, 12:47:44 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 14, 2012, 12:57:41 pm
I had my first "oh dear I'm in a public place completely naked" dream. It was a wall-mart esque store though, so I just went and picked up a heavy coat from one of the aisles.I imagine dream-Kaijyuu just wondering what to do, you know, after solving the dream dilemma *rather* easily.
Post by: Geen on September 14, 2012, 01:58:27 pm
Post by: Reudh on September 14, 2012, 11:09:23 pm
Earliest dream I can remember vividly.
Post by: DarkWolfXV on September 15, 2012, 08:49:58 am
-snip-:O, this is really weird, but also interesting and kinda fascinating.
Post by: miauw62 on September 15, 2012, 08:56:57 am
Several times in the dream i was suddenly at "top" with a cat-man.
This was a weird, weird dream.
Post by: Tidal on September 15, 2012, 09:45:30 am
I was driving some sort of darkly-painted car-like vehicle that didn't belong to me. Being a dream, it was probably way too small to actually drive. I swerved down the road a ways before jumping out of the car (which continued driving haphazardly along without me). It seemed to be about midday, and I was on the right side of the highway, which I recognized as an interstate. It ran along the top of a hill, then turned into a bridge that followed the lowering terrain on other side. Immediately near me, the interstate split off into a smaller road, which continued somewhat parallel to the interstate, veering away slightly, before splitting into two roads: one that continued below the highway ((and very parallel)), and ((right next to me)) one that dropped below ground into one of those subterranean roads. I saw some fellow in a respectable looking suit walking down the other road with a young woman in a flamboyant costume. As they walked, they would periodically jump onto or off the railings, occasionally on a skateboard-like thing, making it seem like a series of tricks. At this point, a guy I knew ((I believe I recognized him as my old biology teacher)) pulled up in a similar looking car and asked me why I was following those two. I explained that I wasn't, I was just looking for a ride. He shrugged and kept going down the highway.
I began to descend into the tunnel, following the road. It was lit by orange-yellow-tinted lights in the walls or ceiling, giving a strange cast to everything.
It actually looked a lot like this,
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
A little ways down, I saw a few people I knew, who I joined up with. ((At this point, the dream gets a bit fuzzy until later on.)) We continued down the tunnel, which eventually ended far away from the entrance. ((The road also stopped at the mouth of the tunnel.)) We were looking out onto a desert that resembled a pine nut forest from Colorado -- lots of scraggly trees and scrub -- and it was the middle of the night, with lots of stars visible in the night sky. Down the hill and at the peak of another one ((We seemed to be much closer to the foothills of the mountain the highway ran towards)) was a sort of sandstone temple or something. With the few torches that lit up the entrance and a bit of the grounds with an orange tint, it was reminiscent of Minecraft. Apparently, some sort of thieves have forced us to take refuge in the temple, though my dreamself realizes that they're deeper inside. The room just inside the temple -- which is actually more like a tomb now -- is small, made of plain sandstone. Along the left wall are two panels, each about the size of a door. Ahead, aligned with the right side of the room, is a set of stairs that goes deeper into the temple. Along the right side of the wall is another one of those panels. After considering with my group a bit ((who proceed to spread out and start searching)), I walked over to the panel on the far left. I placed my hands on it and, with some effort, slid it into the wall to the right. As a group, we continued on down the tunnel that was revealed and then down the stairway that followed.
Near the bottom, I remembered that there was a geocache in the tomb, which I located through a panel nearby. None of my group saw me or followed me in that I noticed. Inside, there was an upside-down "L" shaped room ((The panel I entered through was in the short leg of the "L")). Along the wall to the right, there was a small square window, about a foot wide. Ahead, there was a bookshelf and, to the left of it ((parallel to the wall)), there was a single twin size bed that looked quite rumpled. Most of the room was a mess, full of objects and things dropped off or stored by previous geocachers. I went to the window and opened it up a crack. Outside, I could barely make out dim figures slumping around in the desert. I closed it, as to not get their attention. As I did, I noticed a shadow in the corner of the window that turned out to be the face of a child faintly molded into the window. As I moved to turn away, I moved into just the right angle to see that someone had carved something into the window. There was a short message that I cannot recall, followed by an email (("atakius@gmail.com" or something)) and a crudely scribbled drawing of a cartoony monster. I pulled out a flip-phone gaming thing, booted to the main menu, started a new game, chose to take a picture to represent my avatar, and tried to take a picture of the message, which failed horribly because of the terrible resolution.
I walked over to the bookshelf, which was only about 4' tall with two shelves. Kneeling down, I began to look through the books. On the top shelf were several ((about six)) copies of a "Hitchhikers Guide to Speaking X" ((Where X was English, Italian, Dutch, etc.)). There were also numerous guides to native flora and fauna, as well as survival ((and game)) guides ((notably, a Zombie Survival Guide)). In addition, there were a good number of novels as well. On the top-right shelf, behind most of the other books, I saw what I had left last time. I recall a comic-novel called "The Last Starfighter," another Zombie Survival Guide, and some D&D campaign notes that I hadn't written. I pocketed the Zombie Survival Guide after I saw the double, then looked on top of the bookshelf. There was an array of coloured Game Boys, each with ((presumably)) a corresponding Pokemon game in it, as well as several other consoles. I scooped up each one and dumped them my bag. I took a quick look at one of them. It booted up what seemed to be Animal Crossing. The player was an owl, followed by several werewolf creatures that seemed to be friends. ((A closer look at the owl showed it to be werewolf-ified as well)). The music was high and flat, and a bit creepy. Recognizing that whoever had played it last had already reached endgame, I put it away.
Someone then called my name, telling me that I had to hurry. I finished grabbing anything that looked valuable and ran to the other side of the room, sliding open a new panel. Outside, my group waited in a room that seemed to be the end of the stairs. They seemed to be waiting for me. I told them that if we wanted to escape the tomb, they knew the dangers. They told me that they were ready to go. In the middle of the left wall of the room was a steep ramp that descended about a hundred feet, then turned. In the center of the ramp was a channel full of rapidly flowing water. At the top of the ramp was a small pool of calmer water. I walked over to the wall and began to pull rings from a slot. I placed one in the small pool, where it inflated slightly. One of my group members jumped over and sat in the center. He screamed a bit as I pushed him down the chute. I began to distribute the rings and then followed everyone else down the flume. Much further down, the flume ended in what appeared to be an ancient garden and then flowed into several irrigation channels. A cobbled path continued much further into the distance and was lit by torches. Far to the left was a highway. All along the cobbled path and hidden in the garden were walking corpses.
((Dreamaware me was like
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Luckily, we were armed with infinitesimally small toy revolvers about an inch and a half long. Just big enough to pull the trigger with the pointer finger and cock it with the thumb.
We began to move down the path, fending of the corpses. Strangely, they were all female and wearing fancy Victorian-doll costumes which, combined with their porcelain complexion and silence, made them seem creepily doll-like. When cocked, the revolvers gave a loud click, but their only effect when fired was a pitiful amount of recoil, no projectiles. Despite this, a "headshot" from one of the revolvers would down one of the dollpeople. As we worked our way down the path, someone lurched towards me, and I shot them by reflex. Unfortunately, it was a member of our group. She went down exactly like a doll, slowly crumpling over, but she mumbled quietly to herself as she died. We continued on, losing very few people, until I realized my brother was no longer with us. I noticed him off the path, kicking around a ball in a shallow pool of water. Several dollpeople were lurching towards him, but he was oblivious. It was obvious that he saw them coming, and he when he saw me, he shouted that he didn't care if they killed him. We left him behind, but at around this point, I woke up.
0,o
That was more wall-of-texty that I thought it would be.
Post by: Scelly9 on September 15, 2012, 02:08:36 pm
I think I was an apple in it, however I had arms and legs, so that was alright. Now, I was trapped in a warehouse with a friend, and more apples where being used for something. My friend broke free, but he fell into a stream in the middle of the floor, and was swept under a grate. Then, I saw something. It looked like a circuit board, and it had arms and legs. It grabbed my friend and shackled him up again. Then, it disintegrated and the lights went out for a split second, everything electrically powered froze. Then, suddenly I broke free, then I jumped into the stream for some reason. The same thing happened, but the circuit board didn't bother to chain me up again. I saw a door in the wall, marked "EXIT" It was one of those ones you see at the back of walmart. I pushed the bar, and an alarm went on briefly. Somehow, I knew that if I did that again the circuit board would be alerted. The lights went out again, and as the next circuit board appeared, I noticed that during the dark the alarm system on the door had also gone off. Right when the lights where about to go out, I pushed the door. It beeped a bit, then the electricity died. However, looking back at where the circuit board used to be, I saw a ghostly image of it, drifting toward the next circuit board. I shoved at the door, but it wouldn't budge. The lights mostly came on, but much dimmer than they had been. The next circuit board glowed blue, and slowly approached me. As it touched me, I woke up.
Post by: penguinofhonor on September 15, 2012, 02:33:19 pm
Post by: Tidal on September 15, 2012, 08:16:23 pm
Last night I had a dream in which someone was going to kill herself, so one of my college professors knocked her unconscious to prevent it from happening.Seems like a prudent action.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 16, 2012, 04:33:41 am
Very well, but you will forever be at conflict with Dutchling, he-who-faps-at-the-dark. Congrats!Am I aMore like I WAS God, and got betrayed by my creations, and turned to hate and is now the worst thing ever.Heh, sounds like fun. Betrayal is the best thing ever, right next to that other thing.
Btw, I do believe a one 'Xantalos' shall be joining my pantheon as the God of generic Godness, alongside The Darkling Wolf, God of keys and all things amorphous and Duuvian, God of striving (and corn).minorgod of fap? :P
Post by: Yoink on September 16, 2012, 08:56:47 am
I remembered it fairly well and wrote it down, so here you go. I edited a few bits, either for anonymity or to correct my half-asleep grammar. (Then again, I'm half asleep now, only I'm falling asleep rather than waking up. Go figure.)
Quote from: Dream
I was back in the small town I used to live in for some reason, but the main thing I remember doing was shopping at the IGA (supermarket) a couple of times and having a great chat with the girl at the checkout.
The second time I was there, I was strolling slowly along, pondering what I needed and observing the people in the place. Eventually, when I finally reached the checkout, I realised, embarassingly, that I hadn't picked up anything to buy. I quickly mumbled something to the checkout girl(who was telling me to hurry, as it was closing time) about going back for the stuff I needed and hurried off down the aisle, only to realise after searching for a bit that I actually didn't need to get anything.
Apparently I'd just wandered back in to watch people and chat to checkout-girl. So I grabbed a can of Monster on my way out, joked with her about 'forgetting' what I was supposed to get, and left.
After that I decided to go for a jog on a path nearby, despite how overcast it was getting. (It was a different, distorted dreamt-up version of a walking track that actually exists.) Running along, feeling great, I bumped into a yuppy-looking family on their way back, and the father asked me to retrieve their logbook-type-thing and pens from where he'd left them under a tree down the path.
I did so, gave it to him and continued, before long coming across a dead fish on the boardwalk. Dream-me realised that they had been fishing in the creek, and for some reason this had stirred up all the aquatic creatures. First I saw another, sickly looking fish floating in a tiny pool of bubbling yellowish water, and then after that the water level was just over the boards and they were everywhere, fish of all sorts, frogs, and probably other stuff that I am forgetting. I could hardly walk without stepping on them(seriously, it was starting to become a bit of a nightmare at this point), and eventally it became impossible so I resolved to jump over this infested part of the path to avoid all the slimy creatures.
I jumped straight up into the air, but didn't make it quite over these weird brown bushes(that sort-of stretched up into the sky just as far as they needed to stop me, because, y'know, dream physics) which I realised, to my horror, were filled with families of birds which I was disturbing by crashing into their home. I was trying to disentangle myself without causing any further damage when I woke up.
...Yeah. :P Well, it got a bit weird there towards the end, but in fact it was actually a very pleasant dream, especially earlier on talking to that girl. It's annoying when dreams do this; in dream-land I will be great friends with someone I hardly ever knew and haven't seen in years, to the point that I feel sad not knowing them well in real life. :-\
Post by: rarborman on September 16, 2012, 10:47:49 am
Post by: NobodyPro on September 17, 2012, 09:00:17 am
Time: Exactly midnight.
Quote from: Things NobodyPro no longer does while lucid dreaming
1. Use light switches. Fuck those things.And it was going so well too.
2. Try to summon my 'Green Eyes' manifestation. She hates that.
3. Pull trains. It wastes time.
4. Fall off buildings. This is not a valid way to fly.
NEW: 5. Look in mirrors. AGH! WAT!
Post by: kaijyuu on September 17, 2012, 09:01:35 am
Post by: NobodyPro on September 17, 2012, 09:15:28 am
Basically, a terrifying, pale version of my avatar's face.
Post by: kaijyuu on September 17, 2012, 09:16:11 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 17, 2012, 12:31:40 pm
In place of my face there was two big black eyes, a big dark maw, no nose and long, thin, needle-like teeth.Bling bling
Basically, a terrifying, pale version of my avatar's face.
Post by: Jervill on September 17, 2012, 09:28:08 pm
In place of my face there was two big black eyes, a big dark maw, no nose and long, thin, needle-like teeth.
Basically, a terrifying, pale version of my avatar's face.
Don't worry, it just means you're slowly turning into your avatar.
Post by: Yoink on September 19, 2012, 09:02:14 pm
I had this very long, exciting and violent dream, which was unusual in that I woke up briefly a few times, was distracted by family members in the room talking loudly, and still somehow continued the dream when I dozed off again.
Sadly, that didn't really help me with remembering it. I vaguely remember something about burglarizing this place in some snowy, Russia-like country at the start, there was a heap of violence in the middle there, and it ended with some pitiful attempt by some guy to break out of a prison. I really don't know.
Even though I barely remember it, it was interesting simply because late-night reading often causes me to dream about that topic, especially when I sleep in an odd location. Hmm.
Post by: Hanslanda on September 19, 2012, 09:04:16 pm
Post by: raptorfangamer on September 19, 2012, 09:20:51 pm
I get murky water and a crystal-shaped grass blade (an individual one).
The later segment of that dream I was playing along and saw all these ARG slenderman videos and a website with a slenderman game contest.
I became the screen but woke up before seeing him again.
on my last dream, the first segment was composed of me playing a flash RTS game, after beating the AI I find out it is slenderman and my browser corrupts with the The darth vader prophecy (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwMhX0iWUes) esque special effects (around 1:25 to see what im talking about). That was my first segment and the second segment was my most mundane dream until now.
I was organizing a LAN party with some friends to play age of empires.
I could almost connect to the server but I woke up. D:
Post by: JoshuaFH on September 19, 2012, 10:10:55 pm
Post by: Xantalos on September 20, 2012, 12:40:15 am
I just saw the OP and thought I'd come in to say that I can't remember the last wet dream I've had. All my dreams are weird, filled with regret, or is a terrifying nightmare.The best kind! (kidding)
Post by: penguinofhonor on September 20, 2012, 03:04:09 am
Post by: kaijyuu on September 20, 2012, 03:05:12 am
Post by: penguinofhonor on September 20, 2012, 03:10:43 am
Post by: kaijyuu on September 20, 2012, 03:13:12 am
Post by: Wrex on September 20, 2012, 03:15:59 am
Not unless you didn't notice your pants were stained in the morning. They're called "wet" dreams for a reason.
I"m not even sure how that works. How exactly does your brain deliver enough stimulation?
....Still, I'm the guy who experiences horrific pain in my dreams, so I'm not sure I should be doubting the power of the mind.
Post by: Criptfeind on September 20, 2012, 03:20:55 am
So anyway. I was driving along, dodging cars. When suddenly a fucking cop car comes barreling down the road with like three cars behind it, of course they are all on the wrong side. I wait for the cop to pull over to the other side of the road, but I realize too late that it is not going to, so I swerve out of the way and clip the cop, sending him spiraling off the road.
Suddenly the cars following the cop (which I realize now the cop was trying purposefully to stay in front of and maybe slow down) erupt in a hail of gunfire at each other, I barely manage to avoid getting shot or hit and they end up driving off the road and away into the swamp.
I'm thinking holy shit. What the hell was that. Then I realize that the cop car had turned on it's lights, and instead of chasing the cars shooting at each other was chasing me! It pulls up in front of me and spins around so it is facing me and forces me to come to a hard stop. The cop sorta jumps out and gets behind his door with his gun drawn and yells at me to get out of the bus. I sit there stunned and wondering if he does not have more important things to do. Then he fires two warning shots off at me. So of course I stick my hands up (inside the bus as I am standing up and leaving? This is where the dream is not even making physical sense anymore as I start to wake up and it dissolves.) and as I am exiting the bus I think to myself. Shit. I don't have my drivers license.
Then I wake up.
What the fuck was that brain?
It means you're gay Cript.
Thanks brain. Thanks for that.
Post by: kaijyuu on September 20, 2012, 03:23:50 am
Your mind makes it real.Not unless you didn't notice your pants were stained in the morning. They're called "wet" dreams for a reason.
I"m not even sure how that works. How exactly does your brain deliver enough stimulation?
And this is just about the only thing where that Matrix quote actually reflects reality.
Post by: NobodyPro on September 20, 2012, 07:10:31 am
Your mind makes it real.I've led a thousand men, died a thousand deaths and eaten a pizza with lettuce on it. Thanks brain.
And this is just about the only thing where that Matrix quote actually reflects reality.
Post by: Kedly on September 20, 2012, 07:18:43 am
Not unless you didn't notice your pants were stained in the morning. They're called "wet" dreams for a reason.
I"m not even sure how that works. How exactly does your brain deliver enough stimulation?
....Still, I'm the guy who experiences horrific pain in my dreams, so I'm not sure I should be doubting the power of the mind.
Well if you COULD also be dry humping your bed while you sleep...
Post by: Hanslanda on September 20, 2012, 09:34:26 am
What the fuck was that brain?
It means you're gay Cript.
Thanks brain. Thanks for that.
Hehe. I lol'd. :D
Your mind makes it real.Not unless you didn't notice your pants were stained in the morning. They're called "wet" dreams for a reason.
I"m not even sure how that works. How exactly does your brain deliver enough stimulation?
And this is just about the only thing where that Matrix quote actually reflects reality.
And this may be a bit too explicit, but I've had dreams where I ahem, climaxed, but never an actual 'wet' dream with the mess in the morning bit.
Post by: Trapezohedron on September 20, 2012, 09:39:26 am
Post by: Graknorke on September 20, 2012, 11:52:49 am
I'm scared for my sanity if the best thing I can come up with is bad fanfiction.
Post by: rarborman on September 20, 2012, 06:14:59 pm
Videogame dreams... I get them bad, always about finding loot to sell and monsters to stab, they keep me from happy sleep.
Post by: Levi on September 20, 2012, 06:16:46 pm
Videogame dreams... I get them bad, always about finding loot to sell and monsters to stab, they keep me from happy sleep.
I despise most of my videogame dreams. They are always super repetitive and I don't sleep well.
The other day I kept dreaming I had a awesome ship in FTL but all the oxygen kept running out for no reason and my guys were dieing. Over and over and over again. >:(
Post by: rarborman on September 20, 2012, 06:27:38 pm
Post by: Yoink on September 20, 2012, 06:43:22 pm
I had a dream last night, but sadly I cannot remember it. :-\
Post by: raptorfangamer on September 20, 2012, 06:58:01 pm
it was a mix-n-match of snes starfox graphics with a steampunk style on a third person view of a ship.
which could then go on a top-down view with a bullet-hell stile core-boss attacking with multiple cores and z-levels, culminating on the last core being a mixture of the last saw patterns. My mind even created a main menu theme song (Which I am sure was cobbled together from past soundtracks I heard) and a weird name with a separate .exe name
Iron defenders of the Iron attackers of the Iron attack
Aposit fun.exe
The dream was so weird that I wrote it down as soon as I woke up.
Edit: reading on the notes again I saw one of the features was "overly long title"
Post by: Vorthon on September 21, 2012, 06:55:58 pm
Last night, I had a dream where I was nomming on a strawberry-flavoured gluestick that was either Ecstasy or lace with it.
Post by: Wrex on September 21, 2012, 08:56:40 pm
Now, for some reason, I remeber the duke's coat of arms very clearly. A Wolf rampart, in gold, on a green background, with the motto "magnum lupus resurgam". Now, I took latin at one point, but I have no idea if that is latin-sounding gibberish or actual latin. Anyone know?
Post by: Hanslanda on September 21, 2012, 09:37:31 pm
Okay, that was less helpful than anticipated.
I got this:
Magnum Lupus means Great Wolf
Resurgum was unknown, but sounds like resurfaces or returns. So. There's that.
Post by: Wrex on September 21, 2012, 09:39:50 pm
Post by: Hanslanda on September 21, 2012, 09:42:11 pm
Post by: Wrex on September 21, 2012, 09:43:18 pm
Post by: Hanslanda on September 21, 2012, 09:51:00 pm
Pretty fitting for you, right?
Post by: Wrex on September 21, 2012, 09:51:51 pm
Great Wolf Rises.
Pretty fitting for you, right?
Damn you subconscious! :shakefist:
Post by: Xantalos on September 21, 2012, 10:03:09 pm
Post by: rarborman on September 22, 2012, 01:22:51 am
Post by: Xantalos on September 23, 2012, 10:14:31 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 23, 2012, 11:53:03 am
Post by: kaijyuu on September 23, 2012, 12:48:26 pm
Oh, and somewhere in there a humanoid robot learned the value of Friendship and stopped wanting to kill all humans.
Post by: Yoink on September 23, 2012, 04:39:25 pm
There was more to the dream than that, though. I think it started off with my mother and I visiting some city/town place, touring around and going to these walking paths. (I don't remember them very well, I think they were run by some family or something? And they were kindof more rural/isolated than the main city?)
We walked along those, and then went to another, older one, which had been designed/run by this nasty old woman who had died, and it was now falling into dangerous disrepair. I pointed out that it was too dangerous, falling apart, but Mum was determined that we checked it out.
For some reason I (think I) ended up going alone, walking along this creaking, rickety boardwalk of unpainted, dead grey wood. There was all sorts of debris scattered around amongst a few scraggly grey gumtrees; dilapidated furniture, shelves and stuff, along with a few abandoned pots of paint and various maintenance tools.
Eventually, as I reached the end of the 'trail'(it was really a boardwalk, sort of ascending as it went along. It's hard to describe but it kindof turned into steps to go up a bit of a hill, and there were higher walkways around it towards the end. The whole thing was surrounded by empty-looking buildings; it had a sort of 'abandoned amusement park' feel), I discovered (or was discovered by?) this crazy old guy in some sort of jumpsuit, carrying a rifle.
Apparently he had been the groundskeeper of the place when it was in working order, and he still lived out there for some reason. I found out, though, that his saner brother also was out there, working on something. That struck me as odd, and I think this was the point where I started to get suspicious of the company running the place.
I don't remember quite what he talked to me about, but he chattered on for a while, I think it came out he was a shell-shocked veteran of something-or-other and told me to tell Mum something. (I don't remember what. I think it was some kinda old-people injoke or somethin', dunno.)
At one point, maybe as I was about to leave, he fired his rifle towards his brother, who had his back to us at some kindof workb-bench. The brother, used to this and knowing he wouldn't aim to hit, simply turned slowly around and gave him a stern look before going back to work.
So eventually I made my way back out of there, leaving the mad old groundskeeper wandering the boardwalk, told Mum whatever the message was and then we went back to exploring the city, me with my suspicions about the place.
Now I can't remember the next bit very well, I'm desperately trying to type this out before the memory fades, but somewhere (maybe near that boardwalk?) there was this old, small motel or similiar, all abandoned-looking and shabby, which was used as the set of this failing sitcom. Naturally, this being a dream it was utterly batshit insane, like some kindof family of anthromorphic mouse people were characters along with some sort of sugar-obsessed person, possibly with superpowers, who created this weird, incredibly sugary and unhealthy drink. Or maybe it was ice cream, hell if I know.
Sheldon Cooper was involved somehow too, but sadly I really don't remember how he came into it. Maybe he had a seperate storyline at first? I vaguely remember him walking along beside a busy road with some people and freaking out when cars passed too close to him. Or maybe I was just watching Big Bang Theory at some point during the dream.
But the point is, eventually for some reason he started sharing my suspicions about this company who ran the boardwalks and that sitcom, they were definitely up to something.
Damnit, I really can't remember much more. I believe Catwoman used the dubious, volatile sugar-drink from the show to drug him* as she kidnapped him, and then once he woke up trapped in the chair she was talking, being incredibly suggestive, cooing at him and I think she told him it was a bad idea to meddle with [EVIL COMPANY]. As she teased him, Sheldon naturally had absolutely no grasp of what was going on, and asked to be untied because his "hands are sore,".
That was about where I woke up, with Catwoman rather bemused at this strange guy she was supposed to be torturing and killing, and Sheldon righteously indignant. I'm still not sure just what [EVIL COMPANY] had in-store for me. Unless maybe I was Sheldon at that point in the dream? That seems doubtful, since I can remember watching the scene with amusement. Oh well, I barely remember it now. :-\ Still, it was an entertaining dream.
Edit: *I just remembered, she actually used some other, more 'normal' substance to drug him, and then told him when he woke up how he was lucky she hadn't used the sugary stuff. Apparently it was fairly lethal or something, I dunno.
Post by: rarborman on September 23, 2012, 08:02:18 pm
Post by: Wrex on September 23, 2012, 08:05:28 pm
Post by: Xantalos on September 23, 2012, 08:15:04 pm
Full moon in a few days. I'll keep ya posted.Good luck.
Post by: Wrex on September 23, 2012, 08:40:08 pm
Full moon in a few days. I'll keep ya posted.Good luck.
Woof.
Post by: Hanslanda on September 23, 2012, 09:13:54 pm
Post by: rarborman on September 23, 2012, 10:17:19 pm
Post by: Hanslanda on September 23, 2012, 10:18:29 pm
You got caught using in your dream... sound about right.
Oh, I didn't get caught. I thought, "Shit, I'ma have to test soon. Maybe I can dilute..." Then I woke up.
And to be honest, I could beat the drug testing, but I've got more honor than that.
Post by: Yoink on September 23, 2012, 10:18:47 pm
Also typing on this keyboard is a strangely sensual experience.
Post by: Hanslanda on September 23, 2012, 10:19:44 pm
Post by: Flying Dice on September 23, 2012, 10:28:08 pm
Post by: Graknorke on September 24, 2012, 02:45:53 pm
They're just a false front to throw you off the scent of the Thought Police.Who is this Flying Dice person? I do not remember a person of that name.
This web forum clearly has an issue with nonpersons. This must be fixed.
Post by: Pitchblende on September 24, 2012, 10:56:10 pm
Post by: Yoink on September 25, 2012, 05:58:32 am
I was expecting to die, but somehow I managed to shoot them all with my dual revolvers, narrowly avoiding their swords and the bullets from their own pistols in this weird sorta dance, reloading my guns once or twice meanwhile.
And then after I shot them all, the khan of the Mongolian army went into peace talks with the rulers of the area, ending the Mongolian reign of terror that had been going on in the place.
The oddest thing? The mongolians were all dressed in jockey livery, complete with bright colours and riding helmets. ???
Post by: Xantalos on September 27, 2012, 02:34:39 am
Post by: Yoink on September 27, 2012, 07:15:19 am
Well, I was browsing Bay12 for most of this dream, with it switching perspectives between my computer screen, a sort of 3rd-person videogame-style view, and a general camera angle as though I was observing events mentioned on the forums. I don't remember the earlier parts of the dream, just what was going on towards when I woke up.
Anyway, apparently BlargityBlarg was a cop. A badassed, tough-as-nails part-time cop who would take breaks from rocking out in his band to partake in crazy action scenes, such as one where he was blazing away with an assault rifle at an armed drug dealer in a glass-fronted building, causing untold amounts of collateral damage whilst shouting at them to surrender/go f*** themselves.
Whilst doing all this he maintained a near-constantly updated BlargityBlarg thread, in which he regaled us all with tales of his exploits in the twin(?) worlds of rock music and law enforcement. (Apparently he was allowed to do that.)
As if all this wasn't strange enough, he would lapse into a bizarre, near-unintelligible rastafarian accent (think Little Jacob in GTA4 to the power of ten) when discussing drug abuse.
I remember my dream self getting confused over the number of hyperlinks in Blarg's posts, and shortly after that I woke up.
...I know only one way to sum up this dream.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Reudh on September 27, 2012, 07:26:24 am
Post by: Xantalos on September 27, 2012, 09:34:36 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 27, 2012, 02:19:16 pm
Wrex, why are you bringing your friends into mah dreams? D:
Post by: Wrex on September 27, 2012, 05:36:58 pm
Hmmm.... I just dreamt of fending off three wolves using legos. Odd. I built a blockade out of them (and holy crap they nearly got past it), but I held it out on the stairs. Bit odd.
Wrex, why are you bringing your friends into mah dreams? D:
Clearly, LW, we need you. Were you bit?
Also had the dream again last night. At the least, I didn't kill anyone in this one.
Post by: Xantalos on September 27, 2012, 05:39:51 pm
Hmm. So they do happen on a regular basis. Give me some time to think on this.Hmmm.... I just dreamt of fending off three wolves using legos. Odd. I built a blockade out of them (and holy crap they nearly got past it), but I held it out on the stairs. Bit odd.
Wrex, why are you bringing your friends into mah dreams? D:
Clearly, LW, we need you. Were you bit?
Also had the dream again last night. At the least, I didn't kill anyone in this one.
Post by: Yoink on September 27, 2012, 05:49:44 pm
We were checking up on some herd of strange creatures that supposedly lived out this way, after some malign force had posessed half of them to trample over the other half for some reason. I dunno, it all made sense in my dream.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 28, 2012, 12:02:34 am
Hmmm.... I just dreamt of fending off three wolves using legos. Odd. I built a blockade out of them (and holy crap they nearly got past it), but I held it out on the stairs. Bit odd.
Wrex, why are you bringing your friends into mah dreams? D:
Clearly, LW, we need you. Were you bit?
Hell naw. Though they did eat this one guy. Never liked him really. I still don't get why dream me-chose to build a barricade on stairs as opposed to just closing the doors -_-
It's a good thing dream physics are broken.
Post by: penguinofhonor on September 28, 2012, 12:48:37 am
Post by: Wrex on September 28, 2012, 05:55:50 pm
Post by: Graknorke on September 28, 2012, 06:12:26 pm
*Sigh*. You know the drill. Another fine night of bloodshed and chaos.It's cool.
Would you mind clearing up some cats or something? There's always too many of them about.
Post by: Xantalos on September 28, 2012, 07:20:39 pm
*Sigh*. You know the drill. Another fine night of bloodshed and chaos.I grilled everyone at my school in my dream. I wonder what that means?
Post by: kaijyuu on September 28, 2012, 07:22:18 pm
I had a nice dream last night, but I'm explicitly forbidden from talking about it, per the OP :P
Post by: Wrex on September 28, 2012, 07:25:41 pm
*Sigh*. You know the drill. Another fine night of bloodshed and chaos.I grilled everyone at my school in my dream. I wonder what that means?
That you are an Eldrich Abomination?
It's just that, well, I enjoy how it feels, and that disturbs me. Deeply. It's not by any standard( except mine) bad. Point of fact, its one of the best things I have ever felt. But the fact that I could take joy in the taking of life, even life that is but a figment of my imagination, just makes me knot up inside.
Post by: Xantalos on September 28, 2012, 07:29:18 pm
Post by: Vorthon on September 28, 2012, 07:40:37 pm
Post by: Kilroy the Grand on September 28, 2012, 07:53:58 pm
Then I woke up.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 29, 2012, 01:50:31 am
They had distended bellies and sallow complexionsSounds like they were all starving. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kwashiorkor)
Meanwhile I had an unusual dream - immediately after having a dream (which is odd, there's usually a 2-3 days gap between each), which was spent entirely by dream-people telling me to put on a shirt.
DOWN WITH THA SYSTEM
Post by: kaijyuu on September 29, 2012, 01:51:42 am
Post by: Yoink on September 29, 2012, 02:01:57 am
Spoiler: Rambly dream (click to show/hide)
Post by: Xantalos on September 29, 2012, 11:52:08 pm
Post by: Wrex on September 29, 2012, 11:52:36 pm
Full moon tonight, Wrex. Good luck.Woof!
Post by: Yoink on September 30, 2012, 01:43:58 am
I remember one bit where I was some kind of scowling, expert martial artist who was confronting the producer/director of some dodgy martial arts flick. Can't remember how it started, but I broke some crappy sculpture he'd made to promote his film, and then he threw this knife/cleaver thing at me, I dodged and we started fighting with swords. (I think I had a Chinese-looking one, and he had a cheap imitation of one of those Shiloh blades?)
By this point martial-arts-guy was just amusing himself, toying with the other guy who had no idea what he was doing. I broke his sword, and then we switched to staves(Just grabbing weapons from the baskets of props around the room). He was frightened at first, but then as he grabbed a staff I realised it had a disguised, semi-hidden blade on the end.
So I was fighting him in the showiest way possible, everything in the room/on the walls was getting smashed, and all the spectators were amazed. Then I woke up.
I vaguely remember being Niko Bellic earlier on in the dream, he was doing missions for the LGBT community and fighting bikers. ??? I have no idea. I blame Bay12.
Post by: Reudh on September 30, 2012, 04:04:42 am
There was about forty different kinds of adipose tissue and we had to learn them all, and all I remembered was that ones was called 'Timid fat' and that it was somehow related to 'Proud flesh', the flesh inflamed after a cut has gone necrotic.
Then I saw some guy from my primary school and said "Hi!" and then I woke up.
Weird.
Post by: Yoink on September 30, 2012, 05:52:28 am
He is on the verge of an amazing medical discovery related to human tissue structure, and will revolutionize the field of medicine if you're there in time to defend him from the shadowy paramilitary types who are planning to assassinate him before he can release his findings.
You have to find him, load him and his laboratory up into the back of a jeep along with guns and several hundred kg of ammunition and set off on an epic buddy-movie-road-trip-thing, dodging your pursuers, getting lost, getting the girl, having dramatic car chases and providing the audience with lots of yuks along the way.
Or maybe you should just say hi.
Post by: Reudh on September 30, 2012, 06:21:18 am
Obviously your dream's telling you to track that person down.
He is on the verge of an amazing medical discovery related to human tissue structure, and will revolutionize the field of medicine if you're there in time to defend him from the shadowy paramilitary types who are planning to assassinate him before he can release his findings.
You have to find him, load him and his laboratory up into the back of a jeep along with guns and several hundred kg of ammunition and set off on an epic buddy-movie-road-trip-thing, dodging your pursuers, getting lost, getting the girl, having dramatic car chases and providing the audience with lots of yuks along the way.
Or maybe you should just say hi.
Either/both sound good. He's doing a Bachelor of Psychology last I heard.
Post by: rarborman on September 30, 2012, 07:35:29 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 30, 2012, 08:03:19 am
Yup.
Post by: JoshuaFH on September 30, 2012, 12:49:37 pm
First there's me playing a weird Sailor Moon videogame that oddly takes place in a city that has an eerie resemblance to my home town. We keep having to kill a really fat Tuxedo Mask in the game but we keep getting a game over and having to restart.
Then I'm in a car, and we're thinking how the clouds look really strange, being in single straight lines converging on a point. Then in seconds a massively violent tornado forms and picks us up before we can react. As we're sucked in and the intensely violent winds tears us apart, I can only think about "Really, this is how I'm going to die?" and I'm just filled with regret. This dream felt really realistic, down to the pain I was feeling and how I imagine dying feels, which is just all your senses fading out.
Then I'm in this odd lodge next to a train tracks. The train passing by that's carrying these multi-ton tankers of fuel explode and kill me and everyone else inside. But I wake up and I'm in the lodge again, and apparently I've been given this weird Groundhogs day power where whenever I die, or someone else dies, time just rewinds itself 24 hours. I can't remember all the dream, but apparently I eventually just lose my sanity as I just do whatever I want and then kill someone to undo everything to do it all over again.
EDIT: Also, this power was given to me by bizarre undercover time cops, and eventually I could activate it manually by tapping on my eyes. Forgot about that part.
And then I wake up.
Post by: Haspen on October 02, 2012, 02:28:44 am
Basically I'm in my flat and I'm looking out of the windows, and then I say to my very old classmate-friend (from primary school) 'hey look, those bushes look like faces!' The friend doesn't pay attention but the faces soon turn to look at me, grin, I hear the phrase 'soon!' and when my friend at last looks through window, the faces are gone.
Next part of the same dream was that there was evening, and me and my friend were chased by the faces. My friend was wounded but I don't know how and how badly he was wounded. At one point, as we hear the ghosts' giggling and laughing getting closer and louder, I call out for my neighbour, 'R', who pulls us inside and we find out that my girl-cousin is then as well, and we were all experiencing the ghostly manifests.
Then we run through several corridors and rooms, trying to outrun the ghosts, and suddenly we end in a small valley with forested hills on our sides and behind us. Very steep hills so we couldn't run away. The ghosts manifest in front of us, four of them - girl, young man, slightly older man and middle-aged man.
They start to torture us with controlled electric discharges and ghostly touch that feels like extreme cold. My girl-cousin is burned by white fire looking like horizontal thunder, and then ghosts soon finish the rest of us. The pain... actually, I felt the pain. Not really pain, but I clearly felt unpleasant things 'scorching' my shoulders and face.
Then I have flash-back like experience that I don't control. It even had the orange/brownish shade all over other coloring, and scenery is clearly outdoors, some forest or something like that. In this flashback, there's some a gathering of military people - me, my 'team' (neighbour, old school friend, girl-cousin) and aforementioned group of ghosts who are very well alive. During the talk (which was very quiet) I somehow learn that the youngest two of other soldiers are siblings and/or lovers and that the middle-aged man is our general. We then shoot the other team to death, and we run away.
Next phase, me and my friend are at my university, having Greek Literature classes. The time quickly passes as the 'ghosts' do poltergeist stuff and throw/misplace/push some stuff, and my professor is totally unfazed. Soon it is evening and the ghosts manifest at us, so we run to a sideroom which is also someone's bedroom. Here we meet my girl cousin again and 'R' the neighbour is missing.
We have a smalltalk about the ghosts and my girl-cousin says that because they are ghosts, they are clearly susceptible to... 'insert name here' common chemical substance. I don't know what it was: looked like some kind of dark blue ink, but my cousin said it was like H2O2, your common wound treatment and bleach.
The ghosts barge in and thanks to the 'substance', my girl-cousin managed to burn away half of the girl ghost. However, our vistory quickly turned into defeat as the 3-and-half of ghosts burn, electrocute and freeze us to death. Just before they team against me to kill me, I glanced around and notice that we're back at the valley surrounded by forested slopes.
There was the flashback again, but very short and I haven't learned anything from it, I think?
I'm alive again, but this time, only me and my friend were there (I can only theoretize now that with each resurrection, one of my 'group' is killed for good and rest gets revived), in a classroom which was turned into tactical room - there was this general of paranormal unit, and there was map of China and Mongolia, with several northern provinces dotted with pins.
We talk with the general and suddenly the girl-ghost manifests on the other side of the table. I say to the general 'Can you see her? She is right there, do you see her!' The general nods and the girl giggles before dissappearing. Then, we have smalltalk about some missing soldiers and four spots on the map form a cross - the meeting point of the lines was, according to the general, some valley with forested hill-sides, and we agree that the mysterious ghosts and our past (the soldier killings from flashback) must be connected to that.
That's all - I was woken up by my mother because I missed my alarm clock which never happened before.
That was propably the most vivid, horrific and detailed nightmare I had - of course I forgot half of the details between waking up and writing that here on forums.
Post by: Yoink on October 02, 2012, 02:49:59 am
I had some dreams this morning/afternoon, but I forgot them in the time it took me to drag my lazy arse to wakefulness.
They probably weren't that exciting, anyhow! :P
Post by: Haspen on October 02, 2012, 03:15:23 am
If the dream was so powerful to make me slip through my (loud) alarm clock, then my mind prolyl wanted me to sleep through all of it. But nooo, I had to be woken up.
Post by: kaijyuu on October 02, 2012, 10:42:13 am
Post by: Yoink on October 02, 2012, 12:36:36 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 02, 2012, 12:40:08 pm
This dream felt really realistic, down to the pain I was feeling and how I imagine dying feels, which is just all your senses fading out.I have one, just one recurring dream that is like this. It follows the same pattern - something happens, results in lung injury. Splintered rib cage, stab wound or lungs rupturing. Ow ow ow ow.
Post by: Haspen on October 02, 2012, 12:44:04 pm
At least you remembered most of it. :( I tend to forget my dream when I'm woken abruptly.
Because I have 'dream notebook' right at my night table. When the dream is interesting, I just grab the notebook and start writing down details.
Helps a lot because 5 minutes later I remember barely anything except general dream idea :P
Post by: Starver on October 02, 2012, 01:14:38 pm
First of all, it was the usual hotch-potch of multi-storyline dream, that I tend to have, and further tempered by time. Accordingly, don't expect to see much structure to the following prose, which necessarily skips over a lot of detail (both forgotten, and remembered but considered even less relevant than the rest of what is reported).
There's some largely irrelevant and standard elements. At one point I'm the guy in the underground lair (or at least observing them, in close 3rd person, and probably switching 1st and 3rd person arbitrarily) where some large cavern is being outfitted with machinery and structures in something that seemed a bit Minecrafty, to my mind (later, when I thought about it), even though it's been a while since I've MCed. Probably some DF in there too. And some Kerbal Space Program, too.
Switch to above the underground cavern, and there's a party going on in the flat (US translation: apartment) thereupon, where I might now be Russian (unless I was just observing the wrong character, the one that wasn't actually me, feh...), and there was some strange thing about throwing a pair of dice whenever anything was taken from the fridge. (That's simplifying that little game. It, of course, made no sense.)
At various times, as the action moves back and forth in my traditionally disorganied dream-sequences, I'm also walking, or otherwise travelling, around the great outdoors. On one occasion I went along a certain road, to find that I couldn't quite get to where I wanted to get to (c.f. Geohashing (http://wiki.xkcd.com/geohashing)). Along the way, the map I'm using shows an area off to one side where apparently a set of 'back to basics' people, a bit like a Hippy Commune, had (I'm told, by someone I can't remember) had claimed an old watermill and would permit people to go via their land if they could explain why they should be allowed to. (Im actually not sure if this 'scene' was part of last nights' dream, or not, because when I first woke I was convinced that it was a previous nights' dream that this area was laid out in my imagination.)
Later on, at the end of the dream, I'm back on another walk (although that's often seamless with other modes of transport, in my dreams... I'm used to that) when I realise that I need to cross that land, so I approach the watermill (the same place, although now, apparently, transformed into a canal-side cottage, with where a lane had previously run perpendicular across the fields, now a very main road and a heavy-duty mechanical bridge-type thing that either let the canal boats go over the road, or the road across the canal... the dream was hazy enough on the subject, never mind the numerous hours passed since awakening).
At the door to the mill, I found myself face-to-face with a hippy lady of some description who asked if I wanted anything, and, of course, I want to walk across the land (and bridge the canal, and walk across this road, as well, that definitely wasn't there before), and so starts a question and answer phase...
Except that I just couldn't think of anything intelligent to say. It wasn't just my 'umm'ing ad 'ahh'ing to the hippy woman, in response to her questions, but she just couldn't think of anything to ask me. My imagination just had nowhere to go, it seems. And then I did a mental shrug of my shoulders and woke up. No alarms had woken me, nothing had clattered outside in the street, and it wasn't (as it sometimes is, for me) the time I should be waking up, regardless of whether I'd set my alarm or not.
I just can't remember that happening before. Given the dynamic nature of the "screenplay" behind my dreams, I can drift in and out of consciousness (even when I've had enough sleep) and go in and out of varied episodes with ease, even.
Oh, and, yes... unless I'm currently dreaming, I'm fairly sure that I actually woke up at that point. But I have "dreamt that I've woken up" before, so... well, who knows... ;)
Anyway, as to the rest of the thread, I probably need to read it, if only to see off-topic I've gone.
Post by: Wrex on October 02, 2012, 03:38:16 pm
My dream went like this:
I was alone in a large shopping center, like a mall, but no designed like any mall I'er ever seen. Doors to nowhere, escalators all over the damn place. I knew something was stalking me...but I also knew it wanted me to know it was there. I could hear the click of claws on linoleum, and I could smell it, a weird, foresty, musky smell. There were TV screens everywhere, like everywhere, and they suddenly flickered to life. And they were all showing images of my flat. I went "Shit, I'm in Persona 4". Then I hear "I am you. You are me. I am your shadow" In a growly sort of voice. I'm sure you know where this is going. Boss fight music starts, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IORp_o7bnvM&feature=related) and I turn around. And wouldn't you know it, giant fucking demon wolf. Like seven feet tall at the shoulder. Spikes al his back, his fur a weird combination of red and black. I wish I could say I had an epic boss fight or something, but "you are 6'1 and 145 lbs" was soldily in effect. It knocked me over effortlessly, and bit down on my arm. Everything went black.
I come to in a forest. The moon is not only full, it is a bright orange, y'know, like a harvest moon? One painful transformation later, I am loping through the forest, just feeling the joy of being. I know I've talked about it alot, but it feels so zod damn good. Just endless energy, and the body to use it with. I can only imagine that it is what it feels like to take cocaine (Hans, can you help me out here :P?) It's...euphoric and I really should go talk to someone about that. OH, and I killed a few hikers but that's what they get for being in the middle of the woods during a full moon in psychosurreal world. The rest isn't really worth commenting on, except I decapitated someone I am pretty sure was Descan, since everyone obviously looks like their avatar, right?
Post by: Graknorke on October 02, 2012, 03:57:32 pm
Wow, that was...odd.
My dream went like this:
-badass mode-
Why can my dreams never be this interesting. Seriously, I had one this morning that was entirely me flushing out a bunch of slimy stuff from some pipettes so that I could go to a party with someone who had just bought an Olympic-sized swimming pool. That was the entire dream. Me stood by a big plastic tray of water, filling up and emptying these pipettes to wash the gunk out of them.
So. Incredibly. Mind-numbingly. Boring.
Post by: penguinofhonor on October 02, 2012, 04:37:55 pm
Then I got into our dining hall, and Guy Fieri comes in with his son. I don't know if he actually has a son, but he was identified as such in my dream. He looked like Guy Fieri but younger and thinner and with slightly longer douche-hair. Fieri Junior then proceeds to propose to his girlfriend in the middle of the cafeteria. She accepts, and then his small army of waiters starts offering alcohol to everyone.
Definitely the most bizarre dream I've had recently. I mean, I've had weddings on the brain (and alcohol at weddings, specifically), but I have no clue where Guy Fieri came from.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on October 02, 2012, 05:00:02 pm
Definitely the most bizarre dream I've had recently. I mean, I've had weddings on the brain (and alcohol at weddings, specifically), but I have no clue where Guy Fieri came from.Was the Guy Fieri part inspired by Homestuck?
Post by: penguinofhonor on October 02, 2012, 05:07:11 pm
Post by: Hanslanda on October 02, 2012, 10:05:47 pm
-snip-
Cocaine is like... Hm. You know... When you've got a date, and you're super excited about it, right after you asked them out? That feeling right there, where you could jump for joy and whoop.
Great. Now I miss it. :P
Post by: Yoink on October 02, 2012, 10:28:19 pm
Still, I was back in my old town, except everything was very strange and isolated and there were a few people in charge of running/building/expanding the town. Or something. I dunno.
Anyway, I was in kinda the head office/town hall building talking to this woman who apparently ran the place. It was quite dimly lit and there was various abandoned-looking furniture lying around, and she told me about some armed robber who had tried to rob someone in the town some time(years?) ago, only to be either shot or crushed by some guy's truck.
I dunno, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but most of the dead robber's belongings were in a fabric shopping bag on top of this old bunk bed, less the guns and ammo, and I was up there rummaging through it. Jeez, he had a lot of personal hygiene products; scented shaving foam, deoderant, loofahs, all kinds of weirdness. :-\
I don't really remember enough for it to make any sense. Drat.
Post by: Vorthon on October 03, 2012, 05:44:53 pm
Post by: Xantalos on October 03, 2012, 05:59:22 pm
As I eased into the dream, I was approaching a dude tied up to a metal table in a dark room. I was carrying a spoon, and I remember the guy being scared of the spoon, as in screaming scared. This became evident as to why when I puth the spoon against his leg and pressed until a spoon-shaped (fit perfectly in the spoon) chunk of flesh came out. After I ate it, I looked at the wound. There was no blood, only a sort of blood-filled meatloaf-like thing. And then I did the same thing to the rest of the guy. He was in great pain the whole time, and I remember everything.
Post by: Wrex on October 03, 2012, 05:59:59 pm
I went ot bed kinda pissed off for some reason, so I figured I'd have an angry dream. I was right.
As I eased into the dream, I was approaching a dude tied up to a metal table in a dark room. I was carrying a spoon, and I remember the guy being scared of the spoon, as in screaming scared. This became evident as to why when I puth the spoon against his leg and pressed until a spoon-shaped (fit perfectly in the spoon) chunk of flesh came out. After I ate it, I looked at the wound. There was no blood, only a sort of blood-filled meatloaf-like thing. And then I did the same thing to the rest of the guy. He was in great pain the whole time, and I remember everything.
Drink! Drink to forget!
Post by: Xantalos on October 03, 2012, 06:01:21 pm
Can't. My body is not legally allowed to. Underage and all that.I went ot bed kinda pissed off for some reason, so I figured I'd have an angry dream. I was right.
As I eased into the dream, I was approaching a dude tied up to a metal table in a dark room. I was carrying a spoon, and I remember the guy being scared of the spoon, as in screaming scared. This became evident as to why when I puth the spoon against his leg and pressed until a spoon-shaped (fit perfectly in the spoon) chunk of flesh came out. After I ate it, I looked at the wound. There was no blood, only a sort of blood-filled meatloaf-like thing. And then I did the same thing to the rest of the guy. He was in great pain the whole time, and I remember everything.
Drink! Drink to forget!
Post by: Wrex on October 03, 2012, 06:03:12 pm
Post by: Xantalos on October 03, 2012, 06:05:32 pm
Post by: Wrex on October 03, 2012, 07:13:36 pm
I had tea and scones with Slenderman. And it was excellent.
Got to love nonsensical dreams!
Post by: Hanslanda on October 03, 2012, 07:16:14 pm
But I had a dream the other night where I was a vampire, but I was at work. Instead of the checkstands where they should be, they were in the produce section, surrounded by pumpkins and giant wheels of cheese. My friend and my LF were checking, and I walked up, like, "Why didn't ya'll call me sooner?"
Then I woke up.
Post by: Scelly9 on October 03, 2012, 07:17:13 pm
First lucid dream (that I remember) for months and it disappears within a second. Fak.
Post by: Reudh on October 03, 2012, 07:22:56 pm
Anyway, I'm being pursued by these people, can't think what I did wrong. Then I look over, and see some other guy captured by the mob and beaten to death. What did he and I have in common? Red hair.
GODDAMNIT SUBCONSCIOUS CALM DOWN, THAT SORT OF STUFF HASN'T HAPPENED SINCE 2008.
Post by: kaijyuu on October 03, 2012, 07:52:19 pm
Damn. Damn. Damn.That's every lucid dream for me. As soon as I'm aware I'm in a dream, I reflexively try to wake up.
First lucid dream (that I remember) for months and it disappears within a second. Fak.
One time I "woke up" into another dream, recognized soon after, and woke up again (for real). That one was odd.
Post by: Hanslanda on October 03, 2012, 10:40:04 pm
Damn. Damn. Damn.That's every lucid dream for me. As soon as I'm aware I'm in a dream, I reflexively try to wake up.
First lucid dream (that I remember) for months and it disappears within a second. Fak.
One time I "woke up" into another dream, recognized soon after, and woke up again (for real). That one was odd.
Only time I ever really lucid dreamt, I was in my home at the time, a trailer, and these strange, cartoonish severed heads, that glowed a sickly blue and bounced along the ground, and were various shapes like fat or skinny or really tall, were chasing me. I was like, "Fuck this. Wake up." Then I put my hands together like: (>.>)= and pulled up and down like I was trying to open my eyelids.
I opened my eyelids.
Post by: Yoink on October 04, 2012, 12:48:02 am
After that, whenever my dreams became too scary, there was some part of my consciousness aware enough to roll my eyes back into my head and bail out. :P
Post by: Hanslanda on October 04, 2012, 12:50:03 am
Post by: ISP on October 04, 2012, 11:07:37 am
Post by: Hanslanda on October 04, 2012, 11:19:16 am
It was a bit strange.
Post by: Jervill on October 04, 2012, 11:20:39 am
Post by: Hanslanda on October 04, 2012, 11:22:54 am
Post by: Euld on October 04, 2012, 11:23:16 am
Post by: Yoink on October 04, 2012, 11:27:59 am
Don't make me hop up in yo dreams and smack your dream-self upside the dream-head.
More on-topic, I was just flipping through an old exercise book of mine looking for a blank page to write on, and I discovered a dream I'd recorded; several pages of crowded, messy handwriting about goodness-knows-what. I should probably read through it shortly.
Post by: Hanslanda on October 04, 2012, 11:45:13 am
You better not have dreamt that I was french, Hans. >:(
Don't make me hop up in yo dreams and smack your dream-self upside the dream-head.
More on-topic, I was just flipping through an old exercise book of mine looking for a blank page to write on, and I discovered a dream I'd recorded; several pages of crowded, messy handwriting about goodness-knows-what. I should probably read through it shortly.
So, get this. I have a bit of racism in me. I don't blatantly hate, but I'm... Oddly distrustful of Japanese people, and French people. I don't know why, and I do make an effort to overcome this prejudice, but it's there.
So why the hell were we French in my dream? >.<
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 05, 2012, 03:45:17 pm
I MANAGED TO CONTINUE DREAM PHYSICS! I am creating a stable environment that I can control. One filled with yellow shirts and hyper buoyant ping pong bats. I'm hoping I can go back to the dream island, the last I can remember of it is this;
First, we were on a boat. I say we, but if I could remember who it was, it'd likely not even matter because I'm pretty certain it changes.
It crashed, hard. The actual boat crashing also happened in a later dream (post island, but not inclusive), so I'll start with the first dream sequence and the latter.
It was a pretty huge boat in the first dream, but I never got to go through the lower decks - because we were hit by a storm and I was thrown overboard and down. LUNGS WHYY.
And then it proceeded to the island.
However the later dream, I stayed inside it. It was far bigger on the inside than the outside... It was weird - I was seeing rooms I had seen in dreams years ago. What's weirder is I REMEMBERED IT. I RECOGNIZED THEM. When the storm hit everyone evacuated - but I stayed trying to get something or someone. It was very important. Being dream physics I was able to slow down the flood till it was naught but an enjoyable indoor swim in the sea faring Tardis. The boat also capsized and there the dream ended, with the denizens sitting on the upturned hull.
AND just typing this has made me remember a dream of the depths... I shall not talk of that one. Fun deep ocean dream physics.
Arriving on the island, everything was wrecked. No working electronics, boat broken and the island was surrounded by a fissure the ocean constantly drained into, from such a steep angle it seemed to be more akin to a waterfall or quirky dream physics at work again. We set up a settlement with suitable living, planning to build a bridge across when we were attacked by Rhesus Macaques. Everyone's chasing them, hunting them when I can't tell what happened next... But a few things happened. I saw from the perspective of someone else, that someone fending off with brutal efficiency scavengers from my settlement (no survivors), raptors and t-rexes just popping up and chasing us like crap through woods I can distinctly call from watching a documentary more then a decade ago regarding jumping spiders. All of the other survivors disappeared from my view (occasionally reappearing), as I ran through my memories laying traps for the few remaining dinos. Every time I ran past a wooded area - I would transition into a different memory from a different wooded area, culminating in a chase through the streets of london.
Suddenly, back at the island, and the bridge was built. We made it across via raft to home, whilst others swam holding onto super buoyant ping pong rackets.
-->
Later version of dream, 9 long weeks later
The settlement was there, no one was dead, the jungle was replaced by plains. Perhaps deforestation to prevent macaque insurgency was invoked?
We were building a plane. Some way or another - we ended up in the sea beyond the chasm, where I was advising everyone to grab some ping pong rackets and swim. IT WORKED.
But of course, there never really was a ping pong racket.
(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYV4qdtsB7o/TQnZAvd1g6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9D02hEUA1Es/s1600/neorain.jpg)
It was all in my mind.
Tonight's plan: Attempt to return to island
- Attempt to look down the chasm. - No existing memories with such a phenomena means that whatever occurs will be entirely dream based.
- Attempt to fly.
- Ride T-rex.
Post by: Graknorke on October 05, 2012, 03:52:40 pm
Maybe T-Rex just wanted some friends D:
Also lucid dreams are really bugging me, because I do all of the preparey stuff and I've got a journal and I'm remembering something approximately every other night but still nothing on the front of dream!me actually being not stupid.
I blame some external influence that isn't me.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 05, 2012, 04:09:09 pm
Was utahraptor there?Aye, clever girls. Still, I was in home dream turf, they were no match for me.
Maybe T-Rex just wanted some friends D:Possibly. Though I'm sure Dream-rex'll be fine :P
Also lucid dreams are really bugging me, because I do all of the preparey stuff and I've got a journal and I'm remembering something approximately every other night but still nothing on the front of dream!me actually being not stupid.If you want my (very bad) advice, I've never had a dream journal and I never really do anything beyond just sleep normally - but I did deliberately induce scary quasi-sleep paralysis (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis) once on purpose and twice on accident, working on exercising control over dream stuff. The moment you are aware you're dreaming, it gets easier. Still takes months to years of work, and I still can't reliably get full control. Yet. Tonight I shall try for science.
I blame some external influence that isn't me.Not saying it was aliens...
Post by: Wrex on October 05, 2012, 04:11:23 pm
I blame some external influence that isn't me.Not saying it was aliens...
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Whoops, was that me?
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 05, 2012, 04:17:17 pm
FIX YO LINKSWhoops, was that me?I blame some external influence that isn't me.Not saying it was aliens...
lololololo secret message
Post by: Wrex on October 05, 2012, 04:40:23 pm
FIX YO LINKSWhoops, was that me?I blame some external influence that isn't me.Not saying it was aliens...
lololololo secret message
COOL FINE GO DREAM 4 SCIENCE I COME INFECT YOU
Post by: Graknorke on October 05, 2012, 04:53:38 pm
I'll send some magic zombie goasts or something like that.FIX YO LINKSWhoops, was that me?I blame some external influence that isn't me.Not saying it was aliens...
lololololo secret message
COOL FINE GO DREAM 4 SCIENCE I COME INFECT YOU
Or maybe we'll just end over our fuzzy ikkle masot here, I'm sure he'd love to pay you a visit. His entire business started when he was tripping balls in his sleep, so for you it could cause some interesting sciencey mixing of hallucinations.
Post by: Meansdarling on October 05, 2012, 05:08:52 pm
Most of the dream I was yelling about how unfair it all was.
Post by: Xantalos on October 05, 2012, 05:30:29 pm
Post by: Wrex on October 05, 2012, 05:32:12 pm
I just remembered that I once had a dream about going on Bay12 and finding that an RTD was done with more than 100 pages. I checked it and it's about 37 pages long now. Thing was, I could've sworn I was awake. The hell was that?
The internal Eldrich energies are overwhelming your mortal perceptions. Relax, let it overtake you,
Post by: Xantalos on October 05, 2012, 05:35:46 pm
It was just odd. Nothing else on the forum had progressed, and I found it odd that nothing else had, but still. If I have the dream again, I'm going to try predicting what happens.I just remembered that I once had a dream about going on Bay12 and finding that an RTD was done with more than 100 pages. I checked it and it's about 37 pages long now. Thing was, I could've sworn I was awake. The hell was that?
The internal Eldrich energies are overwhelming your mortal perceptions. Relax, let it overtake you,
Post by: Vorthon on October 05, 2012, 05:36:52 pm
Post by: Xantalos on October 05, 2012, 05:38:02 pm
Post by: Hanslanda on October 06, 2012, 12:05:39 am
We'll see. It may be only the start and I'll notify Bay12 if I'm sure the old me is reemerging.
Well, considering what you said about holding someone in your arms and wanting to break their neck, please include your address so we can come save the world. :P
Post by: Xantalos on October 06, 2012, 12:08:08 am
Post by: Hanslanda on October 06, 2012, 12:09:27 am
Well, feel free to try, although I doubt it would work. Not that it's happening now, though.
Lol, I'm fairly sure we'd all be horribly slaughtered then raised as undead minions of an infernal evil, but it's the thought that counts, right?
Post by: Wrex on October 06, 2012, 12:10:43 am
Post by: Yoink on October 06, 2012, 12:16:48 am
Well, feel free to try, although I doubt it would work. Not that it's happening now, though.
Lol, I'm fairly sure we'd all be horribly slaughtered then raised as undead minions of an infernal evil, but it's the thought that counts, right?
I dunno man, dream-me is generally pretty badass nowadays... Like that time I took down a horde of charging mongolian horsemen (dressed in jockey livery because weird dream) armed with swords and handguns with just a pair of revolvers in some protracted, drawn-out fight scene where they seemed to be in slightly slower-motion than I was. :P
Post by: Hanslanda on October 06, 2012, 12:20:57 am
Well, feel free to try, although I doubt it would work. Not that it's happening now, though.
Lol, I'm fairly sure we'd all be horribly slaughtered then raised as undead minions of an infernal evil, but it's the thought that counts, right?
I dunno man, dream-me is generally pretty badass nowadays... Like that time I took down a horde of charging mongolian horsemen (dressed in jockey livery because weird dream) armed with swords and handguns with just a pair of revolvers in some protracted, drawn-out fight scene where they seemed to be in slightly slower-motion than I was. :P
Hmm. Dream me is pretty good at running. I had a dream once where I was in mall, and someone/thing was chasing me. Except I couldn't open my eyes or see anything, so I had to do everything by touch and sound. I did really well, but got caught after awhile. Still, I outran dreammonster for like, thirty dreamminutes before dreamme got caught.
Post by: Xantalos on October 06, 2012, 01:22:37 am
Never fought in a dream before; I've only ever subconciously manipulated reality.Well, feel free to try, although I doubt it would work. Not that it's happening now, though.
Lol, I'm fairly sure we'd all be horribly slaughtered then raised as undead minions of an infernal evil, but it's the thought that counts, right?
I dunno man, dream-me is generally pretty badass nowadays... Like that time I took down a horde of charging mongolian horsemen (dressed in jockey livery because weird dream) armed with swords and handguns with just a pair of revolvers in some protracted, drawn-out fight scene where they seemed to be in slightly slower-motion than I was. :P
Hmm. Dream me is pretty good at running. I had a dream once where I was in mall, and someone/thing was chasing me. Except I couldn't open my eyes or see anything, so I had to do everything by touch and sound. I did really well, but got caught after awhile. Still, I outran dreammonster for like, thirty dreamminutes before dreamme got caught.
Post by: Haspen on October 06, 2012, 01:46:14 am
What was stranger was that there were bay12 people watching with me in the room. There was Euld, RedKing, and MZ or MSH (similar avatars and I don't remember which one was it), and a pony guy (my guess is Kaijyuu, could be someone else).
Tried to talk to them, but they just kept staring at the screen and ignored me totally. Weird.
Post by: Wrex on October 06, 2012, 01:47:15 am
Post by: Xantalos on October 06, 2012, 01:56:11 am
Post by: Haspen on October 06, 2012, 01:56:42 am
But I just remembered you were there as well, Wrex :P Big angry wolf, yeah.
Post by: Wrex on October 06, 2012, 01:59:25 am
Post by: Haspen on October 06, 2012, 02:02:09 am
Post by: Wrex on October 06, 2012, 02:09:14 am
Post by: Xantalos on October 06, 2012, 02:09:56 am
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on October 06, 2012, 10:11:38 am
What was stranger was that there were bay12 people watching with me in the room. There was Euld, RedKing, and MZ or MSH (similar avatars and I don't remember which one was it), and a pony guy (my guess is Kaijyuu, could be someone else).Oh come on! You guys even manage to get us mixed up in dreams?!
Post by: darkrider2 on October 06, 2012, 10:29:47 am
I'm pretty sure with this community, we could manage to derail someones dream. Lets get to work on this.What was stranger was that there were bay12 people watching with me in the room. There was Euld, RedKing, and MZ or MSH (similar avatars and I don't remember which one was it), and a pony guy (my guess is Kaijyuu, could be someone else).Oh come on! You guys even manage to get us mixed up in dreams?!
Post by: Reudh on October 06, 2012, 10:31:48 am
We walked through the landscape and then Necro destroyed the world with a swing of a pick.
I woke up and was like 'wtf brain these people r internetz'.
Post by: Yoink on October 06, 2012, 10:37:16 am
Oh, and I had another B12-related dream about a week ago, but it wasn't very interesting. :P I was waiting for the community to post a review of a new game I was thinking of buying, or something.
Post by: OREOSOME on October 06, 2012, 10:39:56 am
Post by: Akura on October 06, 2012, 12:17:24 pm
From what I've been reading lately about telepathy, and how dreams have strong influence on/are influenced by psi phenomena, that may well be possible.I'm pretty sure with this community, we could manage to derail someones dream. Lets get to work on this.What was stranger was that there were bay12 people watching with me in the room. There was Euld, RedKing, and MZ or MSH (similar avatars and I don't remember which one was it), and a pony guy (my guess is Kaijyuu, could be someone else).Oh come on! You guys even manage to get us mixed up in dreams?!
Post by: Graknorke on October 06, 2012, 12:28:31 pm
But that's if we existed in a fictional world where telepathy exists. That's not much use because derailing the dreams of fictional people is nowhere near as likely to get a result as derailing the dreams of real people.From what I've been reading lately about telepathy, and how dreams have strong influence on/are influenced by psi phenomena, that may well be possible.I'm pretty sure with this community, we could manage to derail someones dream. Lets get to work on this.What was stranger was that there were bay12 people watching with me in the room. There was Euld, RedKing, and MZ or MSH (similar avatars and I don't remember which one was it), and a pony guy (my guess is Kaijyuu, could be someone else).Oh come on! You guys even manage to get us mixed up in dreams?!
Post by: Scelly9 on October 06, 2012, 01:51:09 pm
Post by: Haspen on October 06, 2012, 03:10:12 pm
I once had Skyrunner programming a real-life mod.
You sir receive 3 wats out of 4 on my personal WTF scale.
Post by: Graknorke on October 06, 2012, 03:17:26 pm
I give it like... 3.5 hats out of 5.I once had Skyrunner programming a real-life mod.
You sir receive 3 wats out of 4 on my personal WTF scale.
It's not that WTF come on bro.
Post by: Scelly9 on October 06, 2012, 03:19:59 pm
Post by: Haspen on October 06, 2012, 03:27:10 pm
What was stranger was that there were bay12 people watching with me in the room. There was Euld, RedKing, and MZ or MSH (similar avatars and I don't remember which one was it), and a pony guy (my guess is Kaijyuu, could be someone else).Oh come on! You guys even manage to get us mixed up in dreams?!
Psh.
(Un)fortunately, I never had any wet dream orgies about bay12 peoples. Not even a single one. Maybe that's for the better.
That or you people are sexually unattractive :P
Post by: darkrider2 on October 06, 2012, 04:23:23 pm
What was stranger was that there were bay12 people watching with me in the room. There was Euld, RedKing, and MZ or MSH (similar avatars and I don't remember which one was it), and a pony guy (my guess is Kaijyuu, could be someone else).Oh come on! You guys even manage to get us mixed up in dreams?!
Psh.
(Un)fortunately, I never had any wet dream orgies about bay12 peoples. Not even a single one. Maybe that's for the better.
That or you people are sexually unattractive :P
Probably a good thing, we don't want anything like THAT thread ever surfacing again.
Post by: Haspen on October 06, 2012, 04:33:38 pm
Probably a good thing, we don't want anything like THAT thread ever surfacing again.
...Did I miss something?
Post by: kaijyuu on October 06, 2012, 04:34:15 pm
Oh and you can dream about me anytime, Haspen :)
Post by: Haspen on October 06, 2012, 04:35:38 pm
Post by: ISP on October 06, 2012, 06:05:53 pm
Post by: Graknorke on October 06, 2012, 06:19:21 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on October 06, 2012, 06:27:22 pm
Post by: Urist McPenguinhead on October 06, 2012, 09:32:19 pm
arriving late to the B12 dreams:
I had a dream where a dog with large ears calling itself girlinhat and I had a conversation, which ended with me being told I need to save the world from the dwarves.
Maybe that was one of those dream-visiony whatever things. You must save the world from girlinhat's dwarven child-supersoldiers! Her creations have turned against her and you are the only one that can stop them!
Post by: Meansdarling on October 06, 2012, 09:39:36 pm
I could see the inside of our mouths and the tongues and ugh...
I'm a tiny bit worried about actually kissing anyone now.
But I don't see that happening anytime soon, and I'll probably like kissing if it's someone I like.
Post by: Xantalos on October 07, 2012, 01:57:29 pm
Post by: Graknorke on October 07, 2012, 02:12:45 pm
Post by: Meansdarling on October 07, 2012, 05:42:53 pm
I was all looking at the bill and thinking, "I thought it was all grants! I never took out a loan!"
Man, being in debt is almost a worst dream than the one where my teeth fall out.
Post by: Pnx on October 07, 2012, 06:12:42 pm
I dreamed that I owed a lot of money to the college I go to. Extremely in debt, 111,130 dollars.Ahhh the old teeth dream, don't think I've ever had it myself but I know that losing your teeth is an extremely common dream theme.
I was all looking at the bill and thinking, "I thought it was all grants! I never took out a loan!"
Man, being in debt is almost a worst dream than the one where my teeth fall out.
I imagine the debt one must be pretty common too, I remember having a dream where I was heavily in debt and didn't know what to do.
Post by: Meansdarling on October 07, 2012, 06:30:33 pm
He'd say, "If you get any more cavities, you have to pay for them yourself!"
It didn't make me brush my teeth more, but it definitely scared me.
I've had the dream that my teeth fall out five times now.
It's way scarier to me than any horror film I've watched.
Those usually just make me laugh and startle. lol
Post by: Pnx on October 07, 2012, 06:51:07 pm
I'm not sure why you'd be that scared of losing all your teeth anyway, I mean it just means you get to have better, stronger, teeth that you can take out and clean in the dishwasher.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on October 07, 2012, 07:06:16 pm
It started fairly normally, searching through a large concrete dock in the dead of night with no light source. Boats, cargo crates, warehouses, that sort of thing. Like in most I had a sense of the dream-existence of The Presence, which is the name I have given to the ethereal force that is my usual pursuer in these. Rather than fear given form, it is fear not given form, which I have discovered is actually more horrifying. The Presence is never around without me knowing about it from the start. I can feel it gradually home in on me as hunted dreams drag onwards.
But here's where it gets interesting. I approached a yacht on the northwest corner of the dock. At this point The Presence was very close. I turned just as I was about to step onto the docking ramp and looked out into the water, an absolute darkness.....at which point I suddenly found myself awake and in bed. I could barely move, which signified to me a premature awakening as at least some of the physical sleep locks were still in place. I looked around the room for a couple of seconds....at which point my vision cut out. I don't mean faded or got blurry or anything. I mean instantly went from fine to pitch black, and trust me, my eyes were wide open when it happened.
I spend about ten seconds freaking out in utter darkness, and then I'm back where I was in the nightmare, and The Presence is right there. I run for the docking ramp. It laughs. I can't give word to how disturbing The Presence's laugh always is. I wake up again, still paralyzed but this time awake for good, and two hours have passed since the first awakening.
So, letting me go then pulling me back in at the nightmare climax, and extreme time dilation. I don't think either of those have happened before, and I've had a lot of nightmares.
Post by: Wrex on October 07, 2012, 07:10:10 pm
Post by: Graknorke on October 07, 2012, 07:11:41 pm
Last night's nightmare was another entry in the "being hunted" series, but more interesting than most. Subconscious must be getting bored....
It started fairly normally, searching through a large concrete dock in the dead of night with no light source. Boats, cargo crates, warehouses, that sort of thing. Like in most I had a sense of the dream-existence of The Presence, which is the name I have given to the ethereal force that is my usual pursuer in these. Rather than fear given form, it is fear not given form, which I have discovered is actually more horrifying. The Presence is never around without me knowing about it from the start. I can feel it gradually home in on me as hunted dreams drag onwards.
But here's where it gets interesting. I approached a yacht on the northwest corner of the dock. At this point The Presence was very close. I turned just as I was about to step onto the docking ramp and looked out into the water, an absolute darkness.....at which point I suddenly found myself awake and in bed. I could barely move, which signified to me a premature awakening as at least some of the physical sleep locks were still in place. I looked around the room for a couple of seconds....at which point my vision cut out. I don't mean faded or got blurry or anything. I mean instantly went from fine to pitch black, and trust me, my eyes were wide open when it happened.
I spend about ten seconds freaking out in utter darkness, and then I'm back where I was in the nightmare, and The Presence is right there. I run for the docking ramp. It laughs. I can't give word to how disturbing The Presence's laugh always is. I wake up again, still paralyzed but this time awake for good, and two hours have passed since the first awakening.
So, letting me go then pulling me back in at the nightmare climax, and extreme time dilation. I don't think either of those have happened before, and I've had a lot of nightmares.
Is this part of the "supernatural entities on Bay12 mess us other posters' dreams" initiative? Because that's kind of cruel. I kind of want to blame it on our resident eldrich
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on October 07, 2012, 07:14:36 pm
What does The Presence look like? Is it just a roiling cloud of darkness, or does it simply sort of "exist" despite you being unable to see it?The Presence does not exist visually. As I said, it is an ethereal force. Sometimes I can hear it, but mostly I just sense it without any of the main five. As these are dreams, my sudden ESP towards it is hardly surprising.
Sometimes I have Hunted dreams that do not involve The Presence, but these are a minority. I can tell these because I am always initially ignorant of my pursuer, such as the Flamethrower-Wielding Child Torturer. I always know about The Presence from the start.
Post by: Hanslanda on October 07, 2012, 09:25:51 pm
Last night I had a dream. :) Wierd, right? :P
Ahem. Last night I had a dream where I was in a library type building. I was someone who worked there, and I was wandering around, looking for a specific book. At one point, I recall dream me flirting with some pretty girls, then I walked past this guy messing with what looked like a gun, but I later realized was some sort of odd, scoped fishing pole thing.
After I passed this guy, I found the book I was looking for. An encyclopedia. I kind of shrugged and put it back because why would I do something that made sense with it? Anyway, I returned to the guy with the fishing pole/gun thing, who apparently was breaking some rule, and frog marched him out of the store. He tried to talk to one of the girls, and said, "I had something I wasn't supposed to!"
I was like, "Don't talk to them. Please leave the store now." And took him outside.
Once I was outside, I turned around to find the door was locked. So I walked around the outside of the building, and got accosted by a hungry looking owl. Owls have very large talons, and sharp beaks, so I was understandably wary of it. It hopped around my feet like it was begging for food. Finally, it left of it's own accord, and I was almost to the door. Then a equally hungry, and mangy looking dog, like a schnauser, rushed up and started barking at me. Then it bit my leg, and the owl came back and lunged at my face.
Then I woke up.
Post by: Reudh on October 09, 2012, 06:10:03 pm
First I was at my dad's best mate's house. His kids were occasionally shouting out in their sleep.
Then it shifted to me being with Dad and for some reason we were putting water into the car tyres. He told me off for insisting it needed air.
Then it shifted to me being at a university, where a huge screen above you tells you information if you press a button. It told me I was a dickhead. Everyone laughed.
Then it shifted to me being with a girl who dislikes me, who I dislike, who nonetheless is very pretty. We were on a motor scooter preparing to head home, when she hopped off the scooter, went down an alleyway and into this dingy little store, selling all sorts of weird remedies. It was so dark in there that my poor eyesight couldn't cope; to me it looked like shifting shades of grey and brown but evidently everyone else could see fine.
A dog licked my ear. The girl said "I got what I came for." on the receipt it said "Human Placenta x1, $100". She bought a placenta with intent to fry it and cook it. the clerk described it as being 'fresh out of the woman.'.
Weird as fuck. I remember when we got back on the motorscooter, she hugged me tight and said "You have to try this too." I sort of blanched, and it shifted to another scene.
I was at Flinders Street Station. Big sign up as in the university scene. Announced that there was a massive infection loose; it mutated people into warped things. (Too much pondering of Spearbreakers and playing of Halo.). My POV shifted to someone else who slowly took out all the warped creatures and found the creature responsible, killing it on live camera.
Then everyone cheered and I heard a voice say "Now Rustie can get his five friends back and they can live with him in the preston hotel!"
Then...
CREDITS ROLLED, accompanied by some obnoxiously bad nu metal.
I'm not even making this shit up.
Post by: Hanslanda on October 09, 2012, 10:10:42 pm
Post by: ISP on October 10, 2012, 01:32:52 am
I murdered someone in a very unmemorable dream, thaught imeaditatly that I'd never do this in real life so took it as being a dream, when on a splurg and dream broke my diet eating everything I could find and then made love to a beautiful girl and almost came in the moon before almost forgetting it was a dream, said nope still a dream this shit would also never happen, explored my dreamhouse some before waking up, because I'd gotten a call.
Post by: Haspen on October 10, 2012, 02:00:42 am
Sadly instead of writing it down properly, I spent 20 minutes pondering it first, and thus forgot some details, bleh ::)
Anyways.
My humble self, my dog and my grammar professor (old, short man who knows 20 or so languages) went to Peru to discover an ancient alien crash site in some mayan pyramid.
First stage of the dream involved visiting a pygmy village, but I don't remember it correctly. There was a feast with lots of apples.
Second stage, we basically began going inside the mayan pyramid. There was ton of golden frescos depicting people impaled on spikes, or people crushed by rolling boulder, or eaten by snakes. Apparently neither my professor nor my dog (who warped into anthropomorphic creature by now) seen them.
So at one point, a huge spherical rock began to roll after us. I began to run, until I saw my professor stand in the path of the rock. He then lifted this old branch, shouted 'By the power of Greyskull!' and the rock turned into pile of sand. Said pile began rolling down the corridor and we were all carried by the sandy wave. I remember screaming 'Weeeee!'.
We ended in a giant golden chamber. There was pedestal with Crystal Skull, and a Palenque astronaut mosaic in the background, and several crystal statues of a woman pointing at the Crystal Skull. There was also skeleton of someone dressed exactly like Indiana Jones.
My dog said "He's dead, Jim." And then, he started repeating that phrase every second. I saw my professor walking toward the skull...
And then my alarm clock woke me up :I
Post by: Starver on October 10, 2012, 06:26:25 am
Wut? <snip>This morning I had something that was a little less savoury than usual, as well. (Well, I had about fifteen intensive but largely unreportable[1] dream-threads in a given 3 hour window of sleep, was awake for an hour and even considering going into work early and then had the following at the conclusion of a further hour's-worth of sleep...)
So, let's see, I'll pick it up at just after something to do with me using a console[2] to record sound, only it didn't work well for me at all, someone else was getting it to work quite nicely, thank you, and apparently this is because they had a blogging account and I didn't (this was the in-dream explanation, which even made no sense to in-dream me). Cue some distractive stuff about car radios (not apparently related to the previous audio recording) and some difficulty parking the cars (strangely foreshadowing this morning's workplace situation, but that could have easily been predicted!), and then I got co-opted into helping make a romantic gesture for a couple.
They were (as I assume everyone was) to be sleeping in one or two (depending if they were sharing) of a series of boxes, and although there's dream-haze still over how this was done, they'd be writing letters to each other and placing them in each others' boxes as the other sleeps (obviously, this needed 3rd-party help, to be simultaneously achieved). Something of this kind was apparently accomplished, but then we lost (or could not locate) the box(es) they were sleeping in. Someone set up something of a glowing cuboidal 'wireframe' (like a Minecraft "this is the block under focus" indicator, in white, but sleeping-box shaped) which was set to the task of finding the location, accomplished with some sort of reading/indication that this was the "happy box". It was exactly where it should have been.
Just before we.. I don't know, were we going to wake the happy couple..? ...anyway, the box suddenly gets 'boxnapped' in the back of a truck in an ultra-high-speed chase that went all of forty yards distance before we caught up with it, and looked in the box to find the happy couple bound, gagged (actually, in mouthless balaclavas) and not moving, and the letters upon them were not the ones we had been expecting to find, but were typed messages from 'beyond the grave', authored apparently by two lost spirits, giving some social networking account details as proof of who they were, and saying as how this couple (still unmoving, probably now assumed to be dead) had been responsible for their deaths, in some unexplained way, but now they were revenged. In a similarly unexplained manner, save for perhaps the confusion and action we had just observed.
It was strange. And very probably a downer. And then I think I woke up, but it's always possible that another subsequent minutiae of details or two never survived to be passed on, like the (seemingly) fifteen hours or so of undictated dreamscape action that had been had in this particular one-hour period of sleep alone.
[1] One reason I've never considered a dream-book is that I'd be writing/typing for three hours, and probably end up foretting the 'point' of half of what I'd dream before I got around to it, or fleshing out the original skeleton 'plots' if I tried "quick, get the gist of everything" approach on what remained viable in my consciousness.
[2] In the traditional sense. Some strange archaic computer-like cabinet thing in the open air, somewhere in what I probably would describe as a part compound, part junk-yard, part refugee camp, taking into account other events of the dream that still remain consistent.
Post by: Graknorke on October 10, 2012, 05:25:17 pm
Especially because one was before a Monday.
Post by: Wrex on October 10, 2012, 05:25:58 pm
And it was glorious.
Post by: Xantalos on October 10, 2012, 05:28:28 pm
I dreamed about YOU AT FINAL BOSS.Dear god. Describe it, please.
And it was glorious.
Post by: Wrex on October 10, 2012, 05:33:12 pm
Post by: Vorthon on October 10, 2012, 05:37:10 pm
Post by: Hanslanda on October 10, 2012, 05:37:45 pm
I dreamed about YOU AT FINAL BOSS.Dear god. Describe it, please.
And it was glorious.
This, +1.
In the eldritch language of dead and forgotten gods?
And this too.
Post by: Wrex on October 10, 2012, 07:26:34 pm
Lichette was just given the cursed rings, and backhanded something that looked like a thousand squids mating back, who I assume is Xantalos, Dirg looked like a generic hero, the Lichette was horrific to behold, vorthon was an anthropomorphic Snow Leopard, Hans was....Hans. Dressed like a celtic berserker and fighting a Raptor for a gigantic glowing sword. Da _Nang was fencing with corai, an Argonian and Kobold Ninja respectively, and I was furry and enormous and angry. Oh, and Misko looked like a Speess Mahreeene. There was lighting and fire and lasers And Misko and Dirg trading chainsword for longsword blows. I pounced on Corai and bit him Then Yoink announces he is going out to get food, we all give our orders, and we sit around awkwardly talking about politics. The Corai wolfs out and Dirg beats him senseless. Then the food arrives and we all eat and have pleasant conversation, except for Corai.
And then I woke up.
Post by: Hanslanda on October 10, 2012, 07:28:07 pm
Alright, it went like this:
Lichette was just given the cursed rings, and backhanded something that looked like a thousand squids mating back, who I assume is Xantalos, Dirg looked like a generic hero, the Lichette was horrific to behold, vorthon was an anthropomorphic Snow Leopard, Hans was....Hans. Dressed like a celtic berserker and fighting a Raptor for a gigantic glowing sword. Da _Nang was fencing with corai, an Argonian and Kobold Ninja respectively, and I was furry and enormous and angry. Oh, and Misko looked like a Speess Mahreeene. There was lighting and fire and lasers And Misko and Dirg trading chainsword for longsword blows. I pounced on Corai and bit him Then Yoink announces he is going out to get food, we all give our orders, and we sit around awkwardly talking about politics. The Corai wolfs out and Dirg beats him senseless. Then the food arrives and we all eat and have pleasant conversation, except for Corai.
And then I woke up.
... Can I sig all of that?
Also, I like that I look like myself.
Post by: ISP on October 10, 2012, 07:38:30 pm
My dream are always so colorfully full of strange concepts its just fun.
Post by: Starver on October 11, 2012, 09:15:57 am
My dream are always so colorfully full of strange concepts its just fun.
Yup...
Here, have something I prepared first thing this morning (but only just gotten around to even thinking of posting...):
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Last Night's titbit:
Part way down the line (I think I was a 'temp' in the office concerned, but how I got there and what else I did escapes me, being part of a largely forgotten earlier segment of that dream), there was a machine (a bit of a mini computer[1]) that had a novel ventilation system that included a rubber belt drive that imparted spin to the fan unit bodies (on top of their blade's nomal spin!) which I presumed was for efficiency/noise reasons. Certainly the rubber belt was fairly quiet in operation (though at times I had to untwist it, while in use, for optimal operation), but really can't comment about its efficiency.
Anyhow, it had been designed/tasked purely to print out on little white cards the name of two cricketers (or sometimes one) and some screenplay action descriptions relevant to their interaction (or solo performance) in a cricketing scenario. The actual example that stands out was Len Hutton and <no-one else>, playing a shot with the camera filming as if in first person (presumably Len's, although then how would it benefit from being the famous Len Hutton?[2] And how come the bowler isn't even important/seen?).
The aim, as it was explained to me, was to produce many and varied cue-cards that would describe scenes that could be filmed to produce publicity shots and advertising material to promote a charity devoted to curing some form of cancer or other. There were stack-loads of these little cards, a lot of them hand-annotated, that had been produced over several decades[3] and used (or at least considered for) previous campaigns over that long time-frame.
I had to regretfully point out to the guy (presumably my temporary boss, who was enthusiastically showing me the machine and its cards) that cricket wasn't really a game I was overly knowledgeable about (the legion of players' names, at least) and that my only real involvement in film-making was as an extra in a film, many years ago. (Both those details are truths from my real life, outside of this dream. Never let it be said that I'm a fantacist or prone to making up strange facts during my auto-cognisant slumbering sessions!) This did not appear to dismay him, at all, however.
Something else happened, immediately after (not including some more wrestling with the rubber belt[4] (which also powered the card throughput mechanism), and briefly being invited to observe one of the cards' specifications being filmed[5]), but not a lot. And the details have already waned despite it being not so long[6] since I 'experienced' it. But the above seems enough to give a further example of my nocturnal storyboarding.
[1] As in the larger end of the "mini-computer, midi-computer, micro-computer" range, this was no modern 3U 'blade' server we're talking about here, but a floor-standing unit (with its top off, for continual maintenance).
[2] By being in a dream, of course... In my dreams I'm regularly seeing 'myself' whoever 'I' am, at that time) in a 3rd-person viewpoint, yet it's still strictly a 1st-person POV in dream-logic. Perhaps it's a bit of a "Picasso's bull" perspective, seeing all sides at once.
[3] Given how quickly this machine regurgitated new cards, during its demonstration, there were far too few to have been produced continuously, or even in frequent batches, across this machine's apparent life-time. Dream-me already pondered how many actual possibly combinations of cricketers and camera directions might well be possible, and had decided that this was the major limiting factor. They probably waited until the close of the each cricketing season and added in all the newly-famous players to the database/whatever so that it could spew out more novel (and meaningful) combinations that had not been possible before then. I had a sneaking suspicion that nobody left the database, so it's possible that Donald Bradman might have been hopelessly paired with either W.G. Grace (who will have been dead) or one of today's stars (who may not yet have been born when he was still active) in Donald's own time/around now, respectively.
[4] I'm sure it was set up as a mobius, despite clearly having a smooth side and a corrugated 'tooth-like' side that did not transition at one point. It was probably Escheresque, but taken to the next level (like an 'imaginary' number squared gives a 'real' result, only in this case still with some strange impossibilities), but it was not just double-twisted. I know, because dream logic made that 'untruism' very clear to me, in the same I might get to know that "this woman is my sister"/etc, in a suitable scenario.
[5] It was actually a historical card (possibly the aforementioned Len Hutton one), and I was watching it "having had been filmed", by being there back when it had been made to observe it. More 'dream logic', of course.
[6] I'm still in bed, as I set this to keyboard and screen, although it will be a while before I'm at liberty to transfer this to the forums, at all. Should I have decided to bother doing so.
Post by: ISP on October 11, 2012, 05:33:47 pm
Post by: Yoink on October 12, 2012, 07:15:32 pm
Can't remember exactly how it started. I was myself, I think I had moved out to live with a friend or something, not sure. I know I had just moved intoa new place with a friend at one point.
But anyhow, he and I (Or maybe just I?) were hanging out with this large group of old friends, mostly people I know/have known in real life. We were at some sort of club/shopping mall, it was all pretty fun, I felt at ease amongst them and wanted to hang out with them more often.
At the end of the evening they added me on Facebook, apparently, and I was back at this strange new place with my friend/brother/whoever it was at the time. (This part is really hazy, I'm afraid) Anyway, I was looking through their Facebook pictures for one to make an amusing comment on, (For some reason, I remember the comment I was going to make- Someone had mentioned 'studs' in a comment on one, and I was going to say "I see lots of studs in this photo!" referring to a spiked armband someone was wearing) when another old friend suddenly
He said something about hoping none of my family had been involved, and I was like "wut" and he explained that he'd seen on the news, there had been some explosion/murderous rampage back where I used to live.
I was shocked, even though I couldn't think who would have been involved, and quickly grabbed a computer (for better internet) and looked up some news site, probably Yahoo.
I started to read some madness about these big bikie-looking guys who had massacred a bunch of people and blown up a fuel tanker or something. I was reading on to make sure no-one I knew was killed.
At this point the dream sortof shifted, and rather than focusing on me, it shifted to some dashing criminal-type-guy who had been hiding out in the slums where I (apparently) lived before. I may have been somehow related to/a friend of him, I'm not sure. The dream's fading so I can't really remember quite what it was he did, whether he robbed a bank or killed people or what, but whatever he did the cops/sherrif was after him in a big way.
The slum he was in was an interesting place, filled with little shacks and shanties and with pigpens and such stretching out into all the little alleyways. I don't remember much other than it was a chaotic, noisy maze of a place, and that I'm pretty sure it hadn't actually been in the earlier part of the dream.
Anyway, the whole 'massacre' thing had started off (this was a bit of a flashback) with something this young rouge did to anger some hardened criminal who had just got out of prison, this big thug with a bald head who used a shovel as a weapon of choice. I think whenever he was actually pictured in the dream, he was soaked in blood.
Whatever the protagonist had done, be it steal something of this guy's or kill one of his gangmembers, the evil thug had publicly sworn that he would hunt the guy down, rape him and chop off his limbs with a shovel. :-\ The future didn't seem bright for Mister MainCharacter, since the brute had some big
So that was at least part of the reason why Maincharacter was hiding out in the slums. I can't remember quite what he got up to meanwhile, but the slum was a pretty cool place to hide out in. People were loyal and such, protecting their fellow undesirables from the law.
But eventually, some sheriff made his way into the slum, looking for the wanted criminal believed to be hiding out there. Most of his questions were met with the usual silence, but then some sortof scuffle happened, (to do with a chikcen, I tjhink) and he confronted some creepy-looking guy in a pink shirt, demanding to know where MainCharacter was hiding.
Apparently this guy wasn't one of the clannish, honourable slum folk, and he grinned nervously as he raised a hand, pointing and telling the sheriff the guy was holed up in a shack on one side of town. The sheriff straightaway turned to head over there, but unknown to him he was being watched.
I'm not sure whether there was a second flashback (flashbackception!) here or if I already knew about this next chracter, but he was well-known, this hardbitten, stern-faced old criminal with a grey pony-tail/handlebars combo, tough-as-nails and not long ago let out of prison. (Can't remember exactly what he did, assuming it involved shootin') He was usually bitter, selfish and cynical from his long, hard life, but when he saw this nosy sheriff, an avatar of the hated law, about to arrest this fresh-faced young crook and throw him into jail, something compelled him to act.
He leveled his big, magnum(?) revolver at the sheriff, stopping him in his tracks, and told him to go home.
The sheriff was shocked at first, then frightened, and then got angry, shouting at the old gunslinger that he was a fool, that he'd just got out of [charges] and would be putting himself straight back in prison for the rest of his miserable life!
"I know," the guy said, "So I'd rather not do it. You just turn around and go home, sheriff." He looked sad about the whole thing, but grim and determined. So when the blustering sheriff went for his gun, the old fellow (who looked a lot like Revolver Ocelot) shot him dead with a loud bang.
As people watched in awe and the sheriff toppled limp to the dusty ground, the dream had a close-up on his weatherbeaten old face. He sorta made this resigned shrug, realising he was a hunted man, and turned and moved off.
...Then I woke up, damnit. >:( It was such an awesome dream, holy cow. I never got to the bit where the massacre happened, either.
Most fascinating, best-remembered dream I've had in a while. I knew I couldn't risk losing it, so I got up, hopped straight on Bay12 to share it before I forgot. That explains certain errors etc :P
Post by: ISP on October 12, 2012, 07:42:24 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on October 12, 2012, 07:50:47 pm
The first one had me hanging out with this girl I like. It ended when we both went into the bathroom but we were still talking because there was a divider or something.
The second one had me playing a video game were me and a bunch of people were fighting some huge boss monster. We were in the water and its lower body consisted of a huge disc it would send crashing down to make waves and knock people around.
The third dream is where it gets interesting. I'm back in the bathroom and it turns out I was narrating dream #2 to the girl to bother her. This freaked her out, so she ran away and I followed her, still being annoying. She then snapped at me and I realized I'd been a jerk, so I go off to find someone to help calm her down since I didn't think I'd be able to. So I go and get this guy who used to be friends with me and then we spent the rest of the dream wandering through the school/hotel/mall-hybrid building we're in to find her.
Analysis:
I have been thinking about said girl and I guess worrying about creeping her out comes with the territory. The game resembled GW2 a bit so I guess that's where that came from (it's honestly worrying me how much I dream about that game). But I don't know where the guy came from, since I really don't like him or talk to him anymore. He didn't really do anything except listen to me voice my concerns, so I guess it was just the first face my mind thought up.
Also this was the second or third dream I've had in this mall location. I'm kind of growing fond of it.
Post by: Yoink on October 12, 2012, 08:21:04 pm
Here, though, I recognized several things: Early on I am moving out, (something I am doing IRL) to live with a friend(something we plan to do someday), and then going out with a group of semi-friends I haven't seen in ages. (something I did not so long ago, actually.)
Then there was me making humorous comments on Facebook, which I've been spending a bit more time on than usual lately, and there was a girl wearing a spiked armband, which then became a point of interest in the dream. This is interesting, because just the other day I was re-united with my favourite armband, which I thought I'd lost. :o
Then I received the news in the dream that a terrible, violent crime had occured not far from where I used to live. This might echo the fact that a criminal responsible for a terrible RL crime not so long ago turned out to be a friend's parent's cousin's neighbour.
And after that it changed to some dirt-poor desperado from a slum trying to make a dangerous-yet-exciting life for himself through crime. Clyde Barrow, anyone? I just finished reading a book on he and Bonnie Parker a day or two ago, so that was a clear reference. I'm not sure what the pink-shirt guy with the chicken meant, although I think the murderous bald guy with the shovel was a reference to some serial killer I read about from the '30s.
The bikie gang and explosion, I dunno. The badass gunslinger, apart from looking like Revolver Ocelot, was a pastiche of various cliched western badasses, with perhaps a dash of sympathetic jaded lawman thrown in.
Maybe what the dream is telling me is that I should round up a bunch of those old friends, go to the cinema and see Lawless. :P Sounds good to me! But really I think that was just a truly fascinating dream. I wish I remembered it better, but then I did remember far more of it than I usually do.
Post by: Leatra on October 12, 2012, 11:08:44 pm
So, I was on the beach with a girl who I liked. We were just watching the stars from where we were sitting. From out of nowhere my ex (in RL, I broke up with her like a year ago but we started talking again recently) attacked the girl and killed her with a knife then she threw the knife at me. I caught the knife mid-air (it was badass) but then a cop saw me. I think he thought I was the killer so I ran to the nearest house (with the bloody knife still in my hand) and went for the bedroom. I noticed a half-naked girl in there. She started screaming. I told her to shut up but she didn't listen. I quickly slit her throat and hid in the wardrobe. It turns out my ex was following me and she got into the wardrobe with me with the intention of hiding. Police got in to the bedroom and checked the corpse of the girl who I killed. After like 20 seconds of searching the room cop couldn't find us and went outside. My ex and I got out of the wardrobe. My ex said "Huh, that was close." like she wasn't trying to kill me minutes ago. In blind rage, I stabbed her and while she was still alive I cut her head off with the knife. I threw her head across the room. It hit the wall and rolled into a corner.
Last thing I remember from that dream is, me going somewhere remote in a plane with the intention of hiding from the police.
I saw that dream long ago when my mind was still messed up with all this girlfriend stuff.
I guess I'll use this thread as my personal dream journal.
Post by: Itnetlolor on October 13, 2012, 12:33:46 am
What is it with me and my dreams being everyday life/slice of life versions of interesting/crazy worlds from games and sci-fi series? Seems I'm not getting into adventure in those, whereas I feel like I should.
Getting back into doing some artwork again (re-building and re-imagining the Paladin-Class Airship Excalibur in Blender) and explaining how things work with them might get me 'going out' in my dreamscapes. I hope I can ride on board that ship again (dreamed of it before, love at first sight with it) to get a better idea of how the layout is for further rendering. I mean, that thing is all kinds of badass, and so is my crew for it. I mean, last time I rode it in a dream, we friggin' barnstormed the bastard. Think of a battleship power-sliding in mid-air and buzzing houses upside-down, doing corkscrews and barrel rolls, while firing a tera-watt cannon or something with equivalent power of a nuclear weapon at ships a few times larger than it miles away, while battling over a city and a suburb (just another Tuesday with this crew). Half the battles, our pilot flies so crazily, other airship captains decide not to fight us because an airship of that scale is not supposed to fly like that... EVER!!! No shots need to be fired when you can use your own (big-ass) ship like a bumper car in the sky with Formula-1 maneuverability and speeds (relatively speaking, by scale). With kinaesthetic dreaming (all senses active, reacting to the dreamscape, like being in another reality all together), those G-forces man. Holy crap. An inertial dampener comes Standard for something like that.
That ship used to be a recurring feature, as well as a personal zipcraft that was shaped like a manta ray, and a team I led through all sorts of crazy stuff, touring the universe, and multi-verse, including messing around with floating islands the size of Hawaii and such (where my team and I learned the secrets of Elemental magic), scaling competition buildings the size of galaxy-scrapers, fighting the embodiments of the Zodiac, the 4 Horsemen, and so on (and winning them all in oddball manners; including annoying one to death (The Guardian of Patience could only listen to the Macarena for so long until they finally broke)). I had such awesome dreams back then. I wonder what happened to them? I mean, I had recurring dreams where I was an intergalactic pirate/mercenary/bounty hunter, and led a massive team, with my closest friends (all unique to the dream world, not based on anybody I knew; most of them were non-human, though human in form (a pair of computers that made human forms, a pair of insects that spirit-hopped into similarly made human forms (and can hop back into their colossal dragonfly bodies, for recon and devastation ala LEXX style), a skeleton in armor that was revived back into a human (able to hop back to his previous, and painful, armored skeleton form), and a fellow pirate from a past team of pirates, and a descendant of a precursor race (or an earlier human race that passed God's hardest tests, and was granted with the powers of God)) serving as the core team, and each of us had our own specialized squadrons, best suited to our skillsets. It was like living in the most awesome game to ever exist.
Those dreams were vivid as hell, like flashbacks to a past or future life or something. They were almost always kinaesthetic, and was like living a day in another life; closely modeled after our own reality, but with far more forgiving rules to reality (life on an airship is pretty cool from what I remember of those dreams). Which could probably explain my ship, and the crazy stuff it can do without breaking from damage and over-stress.
EDIT:
In hindsight, maybe in those dreams, if the previous wall of text is anything to go by, I am retired there? Seems like it makes the most sense. I gotta un-retire my sorry ass in those dreams. I want to have fun again. I need to be creative again, do artwork, and come up with crazy shit. For myself. Screw what everybody else thinks. I had fun.
Post by: Leatra on October 13, 2012, 06:55:33 am
Me and four more people were in a shack. We were sitting on ancient-looking chairs. It's like we were discussing something very important but I don't remember what it is. Suddenly a fire broke out. There was a guy who looked like Vin Diesel, he took a pump-action shotgun, stood up and kicked the door. We all got out of the shack guns blazing.
Outside, there was a lot of police around. The Vin Diesel guy was taking them off pretty easily but others were having some problems, like me. I didn't have a gun so I punched a copped and took his pistol. I started shooting them behind a police car but I wasn't very good at it. I shot like 10 times and I only hit twice. My gun was out of bullets so I dropped it. I noticed a cop punching the crap out of one of us. I ran there, bodyslammed the cop into the police car, and ripped his eyes out with my bare hands. He fell to the ground, screaming in terror. The guy I saved thanked me. Noticing that I'm better without a gun, I kept executing miracles of epic badassery like that one.
I noticed a cop firing from the inside of a police car. Wrong move dude. So I sneaked to the side of the police car, opened the door quietly and broke his arm by slamming the door against his arm repeatedly. While this was happening our guys kept shooting. Suddenly The Vin Diesel-like dude popped out from nowhere with a SUV vehicle. We all got in pretty quickly and lost the police. I said "After all of this..." and before I could finish the girl (yeah, we had a hot girl killing the cops) said "It was awesome!" then I laughed. I said "I'm pretty sure after all of this, I can trust you people with everything." We all looked at each other, smiling and laughining. I felt like there was a bond of friendship between everyone in the car. I felt great for a moment.
Then I woke up.
Post by: Graknorke on October 14, 2012, 05:43:00 am
Heavily influenced by APB
Driving around with 2 other guys, doing some gang tasks.
Chatting and joking, all that.
We call up a French racecar driver who we heard about on the radio, turns out that it was his cars we've been destroying.
We destroy another of his cars, and drive off to some fuel station to destroy an ATM machine that got involved in something with gangs and fake money.
When I burned it I bust into the store to steal food(at this point I became slightly lucid, because my thought process here was all about getting theshort term satisfaction of tasting food while in a dream.)
As soon as I got inside, I was greeted by a shelf of "munchies" which were basically pringles but the tubes are in block colours with the flavour printed on. I remember these from a dream earlier on, or maybe some of this dream I don't remember too well, and I remember thinking that that was probably something to do with dreams being simpler when it comes to detail.
I started looking out for sweets, but what I thought were sweets were actually nuts. Sneaking down the aisle I found a biscuit display and I at a couple of these HUGE Jaffa Cakes, they had a silly name printed on the nametag underneath but I don't remember what that was. They were delicious anyway. I ate like, two whole ones.
I was sneaking back around when If found the sweets aisle and grabbed a load of what were not dissimilar looking to midget gems, then I heard another guy creeping around. He wasn't police, because police have to announce their prescence. This guy was probably just raiding the shop, like me.I called out and he was friendly, so I countinued making my way to the back door (which is how I got in), when this guy goes right on and spotted by an approaching douchebag policeman.
The policeman is distracted arresting this guy at the front door, so I leave for the back. As I'm circling around the back, one of the guys on the mission with me (the other passenger) came out to meet me, when the policeman came out onto the decking on the back and asked if we had any right to be here.
My gangmate was silently urging me to show my fake police license, but I thought better of it. He questioned us some more and said he'd have to search us before letting us go. He asked if we had anything to declare, and I said; "No, but our friend over here *gesture to driver's seat* is a racecar driver!", which was true, that's why we called up the French one earlier.
The cop obviously recognises the guy from a regional race or something, and goes off to give him a slightly preferencially non-invasive search first, so I jump into the car and throw in the packers of Munchies from my jacket pocet first of all (there were 4 green and one brown), then putting the sweets in a deeper pocket and sitting on them.
Our driver must have calmed the policeman down because when he got to me I just got a half-assed patdown before he flicked me on the face and just laughed at me trying to not punch him in irritation. Then he starts calling me names and the driver comes out and stands between us, then challenged the cop to lay off.
From here, my view completely shifted from being a me to just being a big partially coloured manga strip of the two of them fighting. At this point, I note that the driver looks like Will Smith but with brown straight hair (Actually, he might have not been the driver because I remember the driver before being a fat middle-aged white man. It could have been the other passenger either). Then it ended up with a big square picture of Will Smith superimposed on my vision, and "The Coolkid of Bel Air (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PiFU9tYMXJI)" playing in my head as well as the distinctive taste of Jaffa Cakes pretty much overwhelming my senses for the 5 or so seconds it took for me to wake up.
Post by: Swiftling on October 14, 2012, 06:15:04 am
I have this weird recurring dream where I am in a supermarket and there is an old lady throwing sticky tape rolls at me. The first time I had it, if the sticky tape hit you, you would be infected with HIV (that day at school there was a presentation thing about a place in Africa for people affected by HIV), the second time I had it, it would turn you into a zombie (I watched like 3 apocalypse movies that day -.-) and the last time she was throwing cockroaches. I hate cockroaches. ew ew ew.
Creepy thing was, despite the old lady looking really fragile and weak, she was running fast, jumping over boxes and knocking over people.
Post by: Yoink on October 14, 2012, 06:38:17 am
Graknorke, that was pretty cool. The ending was kinda odd, though- your dream faded out to Will Smith's face and the taste of jaffa cakes? :o
Post by: Graknorke on October 14, 2012, 07:14:54 am
Huh, interesting.Yes.
Graknorke, that was pretty cool. The ending was kinda odd, though- your dream faded out to Will Smith's face and the taste of jaffa cakes? :o
Why not? They're both pretty awesome.
Then I got up and found, to my dismay, that I had no Jaffa Cakes. I think I might buy some today.
Post by: Nega on October 14, 2012, 07:15:45 am
I recognized what some of them meant or came from. The Zombie Apocalypse one comes from the time when the Miami Zombie happened, and I wanted a Zombie Apocalypse to happen to us, just to see if I was prepared. The midnight warehouse place was reminiscent of the STALKER games, with the fat guy actually looking like a guy wearing a snorker mask. Slender Man came from my watching PewDiePie's Slender LP, and the factory boss I don't remember, but the layout of the factory looked like something from Black Mesa. Walking Dead guy is pretty easy, and the horde part is from a scene in the Walking Dead one, in The Long Road Ahead. In one of the parts, after the group finds a working train, an obstruction is found. After they fix it, they notice a gigantic wave of zombies behind them. The Choice came from the game as well. It was pretty strange.
Post by: Leatra on October 14, 2012, 01:30:58 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on October 14, 2012, 02:32:54 pm
So we go inside and my vision starts getting funky. Like, I catch single frames of little creatures like scorpions and lizards crawling across the floor. Then one of my friends falls asleep and won't wake up, and then my alarm rings and the dream ends. I'm kind of sad. It was a little creepy but also interesting.
Post by: Graknorke on October 14, 2012, 03:28:39 pm
Like, I catch single frames of little creatures like scorpions and lizards crawling across the floor. Then one of my friends falls asleep and won't wake up.Oh. (http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-372)
Post by: LordSlowpoke on October 14, 2012, 03:42:00 pm
Post by: Starver on October 14, 2012, 04:12:28 pm
Skipping a day (or two) of unreportable nocturnal narrations, this morning's dream was (at the time) interesting in concept. The details are either burnt away by the cold light of day or irrelevant, but the 'theme' was that there was an event of some kind, of which observation would precipitate a continuation of the event (not a nice thing) in those that observed it. In fact, even electronic communication of the said event would propagate its disastrous rampage across the dream-geology concerned.
The experience of the dream was of 'me' (I've explained before, that I'm not always the 'me' in my own dreams) travelling around ahead of the 'happening' as it propagated across the landscape, and between areas of population keeping myself unaware of the thing-wot-I-ought-not-to-be-aware-of, except with a second narrative-3rd-person aspect of my dream-self following the actual events (as a semi-omniscient, but not 'event-infectable', viewpoint) tracing its progress in my 1st-person-self's tracks. 1st Person Self was 'cheating' a bit, I think, going "naw, I'm not going that way..." ('that way' being in the direction I would encounter The Event), in the style of a film that has an improbably plot progression that relies upon coincidental actions by an accident-prone protagonist (Mr Magoo) or the luckiest 'expert' investigator/troubleshooter (Bond).
Though there was plenty of moment-to-moment excitement (in relative terms), to be honest it would never have been a successful movie plot. Interestingly, I can't remember identifying any 'spark' for the shuffling plot (the Doctor Who-ish dream was probably sparked by watching a Doctor Who episode or three over the previous few evenings, by contrast)... But it was very much a "feeling of menace" dream (at least to the observer-self, even if the participant-self was oblivious), around which all kinds of incidental 'action' was packed. More a set of formulaic (albeit individually varied) mini-series episodes than proper blockbuster material.
(But, then, I'm under no impression that my dreams will ever survive to become interesting external presentations.)
Post by: Hanslanda on October 14, 2012, 06:38:38 pm
It started, and I was me, in the outskirts of a strange town, by a lonely gas station that had closed for the night. I make this wierd wish... And a gremlin appears. Like one of the ones out of the movie Gremlins. Except... It's rainbow colored, and it's head looks like some kind of strange candy-corn spiral thing has grown out of the center of the top of it's head. We discuss my wish and it gives me a strange candy corn thing.
Which I promptly eat, according to the wish. Then I get all these strange powers, and gremlins appear everywhere, killing people. I start fighting the gremlins with knives and such, and it gets kind of bloody for a while. Then a wierd set of like... Brass knuckles, but made out of plastic and four razor blades, comes bouncing along, and I throw a knife at it. And it absorbs the knife. So I just pick it up and take it apart.
Then I'm looking at a map, and there's this huge concentration of gremlins marked out on the map, around Helm's Deep.
Yeah. Helm's fucking Deep. That one. Then it rains, and I'm in Helm's Deep, and suddenly the army of gremlins are all splitting all over the place and spraying spores and multiplying.
And then I woke up, because my brain simply couldn't withstand that insanity for much longer.
Post by: Wrex on October 14, 2012, 06:44:06 pm
So, walking along downtown at night. Nothing out of the ordinary, particular. Crowds were moving, the signs were on, everything seemed perfectly normal. The suddenly, Civil Protection out of fucking nowhere/. They just open fire on the crowd, spraying indiscriminatly. The normal, nearly indistinguishable combine radio chatter was ging on, blathering on about sectors and "SCP-1242". And then it hit me that the Combine and the SCP foundation were the same organization. So, I ran the fuck out of there, dashing through alleyways, climbing fire escapes and the like, while Civil Protection proved they got their degrees in marksmanship from the Imperial Marksmanship acadamy. Then some bastard shot the fire escape I was climbing at the time, which them plummeted four stories to the ground, and ended with about 4 or 5 CP officers bludgeoning me with those taster batons and it hurt like fuck, and then I passed out.
It was white. Hard, shiny. I was restrained. I had a hospital gown on. Someone was talking, although I'm not sure who. I'll try to transcribe the dialogue as best as I rememeber it:
"SCP-1242"
"Uuurrrk. Ow."
"SCP-1242!"
"The hell are you talking to?"
"You are now in Founation custody."
"Who is the foundation?"
"I am the one asking questions here. Bring in the D-Class personel"
Then they brung in the D-Class.
"Activate phase shift resonation projector"
Now, I'm not quite sure what happened next, I assume that it was some sort of artifical moonlight or something, because it was promtply followed by great rage and much facesmashing. They sent in CP officers, who were promtly torn to pieces. Before I could rip out the door, they shut it off, and I collapsed and went back to wimpyness. They restrained me again, then took blood/saliva samples and the like. Stuck em in D-class, exposed em to the rays, see how long it took them to turn, etc, then promptly shot them. Multiple times. With High calibre rifles. Sometimes even that Didn't work. They just...kept healing. And then the device malfunctioned, and went to max output over the entire room. So now, you have a pack of angry werewolves rampaging in an SCP facility. We Smashed through the door/walls, and just went on a rampage. Combine pulse rifles do exactly jack shit against rampaging monsters. And then I broke into 682's cell.
Well, You remeber that one story where one of them rode 682 as a warhorse? It was like that, but with more plasma and destruction.
And then I woke up.
Post by: Hanslanda on October 14, 2012, 06:59:20 pm
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Well, You remeber that one story where one of them rode 682 as a warhorse? It was like that, but with more plasma and destruction.
This line. It made me shed one manly tear.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on October 14, 2012, 07:00:04 pm
Not much to say about them though, as they mostly defy rational description. It's pure chaos. Colors, shapes, voices, memories, fantasies, concepts, everything my subconscious has to use blended together without any real order. It all appears and vanishes quickly, randomly. It feels as if, and probably is, my brain overheating and freaking out on me. I usually wake up drenched in sweat, so I certainly at least think I'm overheating.
Post by: Telgin on October 14, 2012, 07:45:10 pm
This week though, I had two back to back. It started out with me being a combat synthetic in some installation protecting civilians from mobs of xenomorphs. I was doing a pretty good job at it, surprisingly. I don't recall how that dream ended, but xenomorphs are pretty standard fare for my dreams.
It transitioned into something pretty crazy though. I next dreamed that I worked for Mythbusters, except that most of the employees from my current job also worked there. And George Foreman. Kari Byron got burned by the fuse of some explosive because it got stuck in the cage she was using as a blast shield (not that such a thing would help in this case), although the explosive didn't hurt her. George Foreman then told me to call Uncle Phil from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and offer him $300,000 to find a replacement for whoever was negligent enough to let that happen. Things got fuzzy after that.
I don't know what this is, and I don't begin to even.
Post by: Vorthon on October 14, 2012, 08:53:54 pm
-snip
...That was glorious.
Post by: Xantalos on October 14, 2012, 09:00:15 pm
Post by: Haspen on October 15, 2012, 01:33:25 am
Basically, I and a group of several butterfly valkyrie were ravaging a village of monkey-people. After that, I retired and took over a onion rings stand.
My only customer was heavy armored knight always asking for 77 onion rings. Then King's entourage was moving toward me but I woke up because of alarm clock.
Post by: kaijyuu on October 15, 2012, 02:42:34 am
This afternoon nap's dream consisted of me losing a competition of some sort (don't recall if it was something trivial or serious) and getting really angry at those who beat me. Like, murderous rage. D: But of course, I couldn't touch them. That was part of it, I think; being utterly helpless in the face of these unknown people.
Near the end of the dream I berated myself for being so childish and getting that worked up. I also recall smashing something against the ground until it broke (like a chair, or something).
Meh. Just hoping tonight's slumber won't be so... irritating.
Post by: penguinofhonor on October 15, 2012, 02:46:15 am
Like, I catch single frames of little creatures like scorpions and lizards crawling across the floor. Then one of my friends falls asleep and won't wake up.
Oh. (http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-372)
That was a pretty cool one. Considering how old it was I'm surprised I hadn't seen it already.
Post by: Starver on October 15, 2012, 08:04:21 am
Two main suspects. A woman who I can't really recall the details of (but I have the impression she could have been a hard-nosed Russian, of the kind that would bear the name "Ivanova"..) and a man pretending (badly) to be a Major in the army. The latter turned out to be a PI. My mentioning of Doctor Who in yesterday's post may have prompted the investigator and his assistance to turn out to be Matt Smith's Doctor and Amy Pond (without a handy Tardis).
I'm not actually sure how it turned out. The 'Ivanova' character might have been guilty, but I've half a memory that the PI had been investigating her for other reasons (and been brought himself under suspicion due to his not actually being who he had been claiming to be) and thus had evidence from his pursuits that it wasn't her (along with side-effect proof that he wasn't responsible). Now, I know it wasn't the Doctor or Amy that was guilty, and I know the Doctor knew from the start that the Major wasn't a Major (like Doctor #11 always seems to know these things).
I think the dream either did not progress towards revelation or found that there was no easy 'solution' to present as an actual plot denouement, in the end. Still, it was rollocking good fun, at the time. The geology, geography and architecture probably stood firmer than characterisation of those presented. (Several of whom I was, at one time or another, 'first person' with.)
Oh, and part of the difficulty with obtaining a revelation is that I can't recall who might have been murdered (or where, or how). There definitely was a murder, but it seems to be a floating fact, whose occurrence lay completely outside the remit of the dream (thus never giving an immediate sense of peril, violence or aggression, save for the verbal jousting that inevitably ensued). Like I said, rollicking good fun. Maybe a touch of farce; although the Matt Smith presence might have been the instigator of that attitude, the atmosphere coming from one of the lighter (or more lightly-treated) episodes of his.
All in all, I would recommend this dream to anyone else who wants to go and see it. A little short of action (aside from the occasional manicness by the obvious character), lacks a definite conclusion and seems to have little purpose or even set-up premise, but as a holiday destination I would praise the location and the surrounding locale highly and this more than makes up for the other shortcomings and contributes to a very restful night. The weather is also sure to be pleasant. 8.5/10, and two thumbs up from both of Siskel and Ebert, I'm sure.
Post by: Person on October 15, 2012, 09:30:55 am
Post by: ISP on October 16, 2012, 12:13:37 am
Then was selecting the armorment and a lot like that scene from ironman2 "I'll take it"...
Then was fixing a malfunctioning spot welder with a tiny hammer after it shorted out with sparks and arcs, it appearently had a deadly history and I woke up after fixing it with one of those star screwdrivers even though the screws were triangle.
I really like taking things apart and fixing them if possible so it was a fun dream.
Post by: Haspen on October 16, 2012, 02:19:33 am
We were drinking tea, had some biscuits and then we watched news on TV about some planet explosion. I think it was Jupiter. Then they started discussing the problem but I couldn't say anything. I wanted, but when I opened my mouth, there was no sound. The more I tried, the worse I felt.
I woke up taking a deep breath because I was thinking I'm going to suffocate for some reason. Bleh.
Post by: Graknorke on October 16, 2012, 11:42:21 am
Today, I dreamt of red-lit lounge of (presumably) gay men, who, like me, were naked.I have to say, that's a really awesome dream. Naked tea and biscuits while Jupiter explodes? Sign me up for that. That sounds like a really awesome occupation/leisure activity. The inability to talk would kind of suck, but then again, naked tea and biscuits.
We were drinking tea, had some biscuits and then we watched news on TV about some planet explosion. I think it was Jupiter. Then they started discussing the problem but I couldn't say anything. I wanted, but when I opened my mouth, there was no sound. The more I tried, the worse I felt.
I woke up taking a deep breath because I was thinking I'm going to suffocate for some reason. Bleh.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on October 16, 2012, 11:47:01 am
Post by: Leatra on October 16, 2012, 01:29:43 pm
Post by: Haspen on October 16, 2012, 01:36:13 pm
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on October 16, 2012, 01:43:26 pm
@MSH: Eh, didn't know there was such explosion.Here it is. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAWk72ZTPuU) Keep in mind that this is the whole of Jupiter in that shot, being seen with an amateur telescope, and the explosion was still that large. Had whatever hit Jupiter hit Earth we would all be very dead. Indeed, the integrity of the planet could be compromised by that much force.
Post by: Yoink on October 16, 2012, 06:33:15 pm
At first it involved these assassins of some sort, who were getting paid good money to hunt down these hippy activists who had somehow interfered in the Vietnam war and kill them. I'm not sure why. I think Vietnam had become some sort of world superpower following the war. I think this was in a documentary I was watching, too. Maybe.
So then I was like, "Hang on, this sucks, why are all these cool hippy-activist-people the ones getting killed?"
And then I suddenly became some vietnamese resistance fighter(with a coolie and an uzi), doing something something to overthrow the evil government. I can't remember how it ended, but it was dramatic and I probably died. :P
I'm not exactly all that knowledgable on that particular part of history, and it seems my subconscious is not above making shit up to fill in the gaps. That was strange.
Post by: ISP on October 17, 2012, 01:30:04 am
Post by: Graknorke on October 17, 2012, 01:41:37 pm
Personally, I think the second one was much better than the first.
Post by: Yoink on October 18, 2012, 01:09:56 am
I was still (more than) half asleep, and even as I grasped at various parts of the dream with my frantic mental fingers, they slipped away. :( I'm sad now, 'cause I actually remembered it well when I first woke up, and was looking fowards to recording it.
All I have left now are tiny memory fragments.
I know some group of people or things were after me, for some reason. My memory's saying they were a collection of my past selves? Something to do with time travel. Anyway, I was running and hiding from them along some big journey, meeting up with some interesting characters, and at one point taking a train ride with some people. (Only one I remember now, someone who used to be kindof a friend. Never knew them very well. Perhaps more of my group of friends were on the train?)
Basically, at the end I had resigned myself to being killed by my past selves(or whoever the fuck was after me), and I did something incredibly weird yet badass in an effort to either save myself or strike out at the people after me.
I believe I left/gave a note for/to my past self, instructing him to go somewhere and take out some shadowy figure or other.
That's all I've got, sadly. :(
I was reading a book called Cosmic Banditos when I fell asleep, and I'm beginning to theorize that my brain erased most of the memory of the dream since the sheer bizarreness of it would have driven my sensible, waking mind to insanity. That's how little sense what I remember of it makes. :P
Post by: Nightscar982 on October 18, 2012, 04:33:22 am
I only really remember this because sometime later, I went to a craft workshop with my aunty and made a poor model of a volcano that I painted and took home =/
Post by: Starver on October 18, 2012, 05:27:46 am
And, what's more, I was the umpire/referee/whatever, and had the conflicting desires of keeping my phone from being damaged (i.e. hit with the hockey sticks) and letting it be hit. What's more, I had to do the latter impationately, despite the fact that one of the teams was my 'home' team, so while I was often leaping on the phone and protecting it with my hands (I don't know why I didn't then need to protect my hands, or indeed head or rest of my body), I then had to make sure that I was not letting it go to allow my own team hit it any more than I was letting it go to allow their opponents to do so.
It ended up with massive damage to the phone (huge bits carved out of its face, not just smashed up as you might expect) and I essentially "took my ball and went home", all in a huff. I think the game resumed with another phone, and referee, though I'd lost interest in it by then.
Ironically (or not) I totally forgot to bring my phone into work, today. (No, I didn't dream that, unless I'm dreaming adding to the thread. If I find I am, I'll try to make sure I report that when I'm really here, though. ;) )
[1] A.k.a. "cellphone", "handy", etc, although yesterday I'd been reading this (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-19929249), which might mean I don't need to explain this to all 'furriners'.
Post by: Haspen on October 18, 2012, 11:31:09 am
In a group of sexy naked men. We ate the sand for quite a while so I believe my whole dream sequence was about eating sand.
Post by: Graknorke on October 18, 2012, 11:32:37 am
I dreamt about eating sand.Sexy naked men doing illogical things seems to be coming a recurring theme. Which eldrich horror/wizard/wwizard among you is causing this trickery? Not that I'm displeased, but you could at least tell everyone.
In a group of sexy naked men. We ate the sand for quite a while so I believe my whole dream sequence was about eating sand.
Post by: Haspen on October 18, 2012, 11:39:19 am
Post by: Reudh on October 18, 2012, 06:50:59 pm
Speaking with girl I stopped contact with for my own sanity. She wanted my phone number, I said no. That was the dream.
Post by: Starver on October 19, 2012, 06:26:59 am
Two-and-a-bit for the price of one, Being written up at 4AM (more to come?) due to general restlessness after having gone to bed fair too early, last night.
Spoiler: Part the first: (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Part the '-and-a-bit': (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Part the second: (click to show/hide)
That's it. No idea if anyone will find that useful. I wonder if I'll try to edit it down before I transfer it to the forums. Also, there's potentially another period or three of dreaming still to be had, tonight, except that now I'm all creatively fired up and can probably find better things to do than go back to sleep, however much I'll regret it later.
I now proudly give you
Spoiler: Part The Fourth(s): (click to show/hide)
)Let us call this next lapse the "final episode" of the night, and certainly I must hurry its recording as I have not much more time before work demands my presence.
Spoiler: Part the Fifth (and final, you'll be relieved to hear): (click to show/hide)
I'm not dreaming now (as I finish this record), I'm fairly sure, as everything is normal. (Or is it?) On the other hand, I'm perhaps cutting it fine in order to get to work on time, so I shall leave any editing of this little missive until later. Assuming I even post it, but it would be a shame to not do so, now, after all the effort, eh? ;)
[Looks like I did, sorry. :P]
Post by: Hanslanda on October 19, 2012, 12:19:24 pm
Anyway, I was in some sort of odd office type place. A certain someone I like was there too, and inevitable romancey things followed, as I tried to date her. Except there was another guy there, and so it was like a cloak-and-dagger battle between me and him. Literally. He tried to kill me several times because I was going for the same woman as him. Eventually, I revealed what a gigantic prick he was, and everything turned out well enough for a dream.
Then I was outside of a small convienence store/gas station, and there was this beautiful young woman. We were flirting, and then I asked her for her number. Then I woke up. Good times.
Post by: Seamas on October 19, 2012, 01:04:34 pm
So now I'm watching out for any Leilas I may meet.
Post by: Haspen on October 19, 2012, 01:07:52 pm
I woke up sweating, for some reason.
Post by: Akura on October 19, 2012, 01:12:53 pm
Post by: Graknorke on October 19, 2012, 05:16:29 pm
I was having a nice swimming practice with a sexy nude guy with distorted face. He kept saying instructions, but when I tried to reply, I always found myself underwater because I tried to swim in the same time :IOkay, this is definitely a theme now.
I woke up sweating, for some reason.
Post by: Haspen on October 20, 2012, 03:43:37 am
I was captain of the U-boat, The Schultze, and we were chased by Cpt.Kirk and Cmdr.Spock by destroyer called Der Spiegel, which was actually American ship. It was exceptionally bright on those ships. Not just 'bright cuz many lamps', more like 'fukkin bright cuz your face is inch away from a lamp.'
Basically they wanted to get us on board to show the war has ended (we didn't know cuz of broken radio), but thanks to my telepathic powers, I found out they want to kill me instead. So I prepared The Schultze for war and when we had a contact with Der Spiegel, I ordered to load torpedoes with nuclear warheads.
And I woke up.
Post by: Euld on October 20, 2012, 04:05:40 am
So I pulled a Jedi force pulled that sucker out of his hands. I used the sword's magic to block the man's various magical attacks, then ran him through :o
Post by: andrea on October 20, 2012, 09:56:56 am
I can't remember most of it, but at some point there is some sort of game. dark place, have to evade mosters for different maps and stuff like that.
but what if it was real?
and so I am in a place of gloom and fear, extremely dark. at the beginning, there is no big danger. there is a man, and I think he wants to speak or team up, can't remember well. he has been trapped here for much longer, that is sure. but for some reason I don't think I can trust him. so I decide to move to the next "world" and try to get to the end on my own.
now, to understand the next part: I usually dream in third person, so there is a me(observer) and a "me"(protagonist). usually, me(protagonist) is actually me, but this time it took the form of a black haired young woman.
well, I get in the new world and take a look at a map, but then I notice that I ( protagonist) had actually decided to go with the aforementioned man. so I(observer) go back to first world, and catch up with the story.
the conversation with the man takes place in a room, which unlike what I had seen earlier, is lit. not a gloom light, but more like a lamp, or even the sun. it felt very safe, compared to the rest. Oddly enough, the room was my living room. usually, when I dream of my home, it looks rather different from what it really looks like, but this time it was accurate. however, it was a room, butit was also a region in that world. pieces of furniture were also geographical features. not in the sense of giant table-shaped mountains, but rather when I looked at a table, I saw both a table and a natural looking plateau. they both existed at the same time. I guess it happened because I gave that world roughly the shape of my house, and the man's room was in the area where my living room would be. which means I tried to associate 2 different things with the same place. a rather odd feeling.
anyway, he says that they ( not clear who "they are yet, hadn't met anyone else) mostly cleared out the area, and it is now safe and we(I?) should stay here.
following this, I look out of the window. once again, the appearence is oddly accurate. I see the buildings, people walking and all that. which is very surprising. but it also feels sad, very sad. because I know that it is not the same as being in the real world, nor will it ever be. despite their normal looking shelter, they are still trapped and surrounded by the dark world.
following that, I can't remember anything else. I woke up shortly after.
the part which freaks me out most is that the appearence of my living room and the exterior of my house were accurate.
it just... doesn't happen in my dreams.
usually, everything is deformed into cubist horror. or there are several impossibilities everywhere ( like ground floor of the building I live in being a big open air park). or other major differences, such as different corridors, completely different rooms with odd proportion, sometimes secret passages and elements from other people's homes.
edit: probably should have written this after I woke up, rather than in the afternoon...
Post by: Caz on October 21, 2012, 08:58:15 am
I am not a good person.
Post by: Kedly on October 21, 2012, 08:59:02 am
Post by: Caz on October 21, 2012, 08:59:48 am
Dream Catharsis?
She was between me and the candy aisle.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 21, 2012, 09:10:30 am
Everyone was in a grocers store, looking glum. Then... 28 days later happened. It was all objective. They ran, the infected ran faster.
Sucks to be dream you.
Post by: Yoink on October 22, 2012, 03:44:44 pm
The guy playing it wasn't doing well at all, and after failing the song he handed the controller(an odd-looking, electric blue and white guitar which was shaped a bit more like a mandolin) to one of my friends, who we will call 'A'. A quickly skimmed through the song list`before selecting this old, comedic-sounding ragtimey song which he apparently knew how to play already.`
Naturally, my other friend ('K') and I were greatly amused by this, and decided the song summed up A quite perfectly.
After he finished the song, I demanded a turn, and persuaded my friends to give me the controller despite not knowing what I was doing. I was searching through the older songs on the list, looking for a jazz tune I might know. I can't remember what I picked, but it's at this point things got weird.
The game morphed (this seemed quite normal) into a strange mashup of an adventure game, where the scenes and characters were all made of lego, the setting was spread across various different places and time periods, and I could somehow simultaneously play the game via my character and view the scene as a lego construction, even reaching in with my dream-self's hands to touch things.
Anyway, I wandered around for a bit in this weird, mis-matched lego town. There was some sort of tribal guy sitting on the top step into some odd building- might have been some sort of abandoned chapel? -As abandoned and run-down as a building made out of bright plastic bricks can look, anyway.
I mistook him for some kind of drug dealer from the big suitcase he carried, but when dream-me reached into the game and opened it, it turned out to be full of skulls and bones. I pointed this out to my friends, who seemed amused at my mistake.
So then I started looking through some sort of menu, trying to find an actual task or objective to complete. My friends had apparently been playing the game quite a bit already, it turned out, and had finished almost all the 'missions'. They hadn't finished all the time-travelin' sidequests, and since the level set in the '30s was the game's main attraction for me anyway, I convinced them to let me try it.
These "time travelling" levels/sidequests involved a mad scientist, travelling to different time periods to harvest famous and/or exciting people for some kind of energy or power they contained. Don't ask me, I didn't read the manual. :P But you took the roles of his various victims, even though collecting their life-force was apparently a win condition for the main game. Huh.
Anyway, the game whisked me away to some land of murky black-and-white tones. I had thought the time-traveller's target here might have been Vernon Miller, for some reason-perhaps that explains his mysterious death? :P- but instead I was put in control of some famous young diva whose name I cannot recall, who was currently in some sort of danger... I think the house I was in was up in the air, being shaken around by a hurricane or something. Whatever it was, the house crashed back to earth and all of my character's staff, road crew and security were either dead or stunned by the whole ordeal.
I wasn't feeling too great myself, which was why the villainous time bandit managed to tie me to a chair, asking me rapid-fire questions about my past(apparently this was a part of his life-stealing ritual. Not really sure), as I desperately tried to think of an escape.
I can't remember if my character, the terrified young songstress, did escape, was killed or whether I woke up beforehand, but that was certainly an exciting dream. :) Kind of creepy, too, with the game apparently encouraging players to let that nasty life-stealing time traveler do his thing in exchange for various in-game rewards.
It's already fading now, sadly. I know there was a footnote I wanted to add to do with the time-traveler, but I can't remember.
I'm glad I managed to get this posted, despite Chrome screwing up repeatedly.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on October 22, 2012, 03:48:32 pm
And then the dream abruptly ended as my alarm clock went off.
Post by: Yoink on October 22, 2012, 04:13:45 pm
Post by: LARD on October 22, 2012, 06:36:25 pm
I think good dreams are worse than bad dreams
Post by: Zanzetkuken The Great on October 22, 2012, 07:34:09 pm
I don't know, I vaguely remember a dream where i accomplished a few major goals and I was really happy, and then I woke up.
I think good dreams are worse than bad dreams
That is due to a person wanting to remain in the good dreams, and not return to an "unfair" life, along with being relieved that the bad dream is over and you can return to that same life.
Post by: Facekillz058 on October 22, 2012, 07:40:52 pm
Yeah.
I don't remember too many details, but I woke up happy that morning.
And not "Happy"
Post by: Scelly9 on October 22, 2012, 07:47:40 pm
Post by: NAV on October 22, 2012, 11:01:38 pm
It was a bit creepy.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on October 22, 2012, 11:04:26 pm
Post by: Haspen on October 23, 2012, 01:42:10 am
When I was younger I sometimes had dreams about getting a video game when it was still months from release in reality. Let me tell you, those were very annoying to wake up from.
This, I had this kind of dream few times in my life as well.
Post by: Scelly9 on October 23, 2012, 01:44:56 am
Post by: kaijyuu on October 23, 2012, 06:55:36 am
Post by: Starver on October 23, 2012, 07:59:50 am
You know one of those dreams where everything is perfect and you don't want to wake up, then you wake up and try to get back to sleep just because of that dream?
Yeah.
I don't remember too many details, but I woke up happy that morning.
And not "Happy"
Well, this morning[1] I had a series of short dreams relating to me laying in bed and phasing in and out of dreams, which I phased in and out of. Restful, if not exactly productive, to have experienced that multi-layered restfulness.
(Oh, and probably need to explain that I know I was dreaming that I had just come out of a dream, because it was a different bed I was awakening on. With momentary confusion when awakening IRL and now facing a bedroom wall whose equivalent was on the other side of the bed when dreaming. ;) )
[1] Late this morning, as early on this morning (after managing to snooze on the sofa early yesterday evening) I had a quite different set of dreams that were a lot more exciting, but largely lost to the mists of amnesia.
Post by: Kaiserr on October 23, 2012, 11:41:41 am
So I am sitting there,unable to move and some EMTs load me up into a blue ambulance and rush me off.
When I arrive at the hospital I have casts on both my arms and I feel like shit.
And for whatever reason,one of the male nurses comes in my room and punches me straight in my face.
Realize it's a dream mode activate!
I tear the casts off with my mind and hurl a bolt of lightning at him which splits him in half somehow just before I teleport my way into a supermarket and a woman wearing a green shirt(rather attractive too)walks over to me and says something that I really don't understand and then I hear somebody scream at me to give me all their money.
I turn around and notice a man,rather short for a man,wearing one of the cliche thief suit things with the ski mask and the black and white clothes and he's holding a very rusty knife.
I flip the bird at him and tear him to pieces with my mind.
Then the police waltz on in and point their pistols at me,speaking in a really weird language that sounds like a cross between Klingon and Italian.
So I try to force upon them a gruesome death but they shoot me over and over and suddenly my lucid dream powers are gone and my life flashes before my eyes.
I am six years old at my old house on the hill and I am sprinting down the long road at night.
Something is following me.
Six year old me turns around and it's a clown.
(And then I wake up)
Yeah...no comment.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on October 23, 2012, 01:22:25 pm
I was suddenly awakened by very annoying knocking at the door. I stumbled over to the door and there were two strangers outside, asking to see my roommate. I, in my delusional mostly unawakened state, proceeded to look over to my roommate's bed to see if he was there, turned on the light, turned off the light, and then shut the door on them and went back to bed. At no point did I actually say anything to them.
After waking up hours later I wondered if that had really happened or not, but decided that it probably did not, until my roommate asked me why I shut the door on his friends.
Post by: Xantalos on October 30, 2012, 02:59:50 am
I was on some small planet thing, rotating in the cosmos amid a plethora of other planets, when I came upon a baby wearing a steel face mask. It grabbed me by the head with all four limbs, somehow stroked my cheek without letting go, and whispered, "You're so ... (word that seemed to mean angry big old)." It then detached from it's limbs and floated in front of me, just a baby torso with a steel face mask on. It reached up with nonexistent arms to reach the mask and pull it off. I only got a glimpse before I woke up, but the face was ... I can't remember it, but it was curious and very strange.
Post by: Graknorke on October 30, 2012, 03:03:35 pm
I had a rather surreal dream a while ago, though rather short.The lovecraftian horrors tempting you with their mind-shattering language again? Couldn't you file some sort of request for them to warn you about their meetings with you or something?
I was on some small planet thing, rotating in the cosmos amid a plethora of other planets, when I came upon a baby wearing a steel face mask. It grabbed me by the head with all four limbs, somehow stroked my cheek without letting go, and whispered, "You're so ... (word that seemed to mean angry big old)." It then detached from it's limbs and floated in front of me, just a baby torso with a steel face mask on. It reached up with nonexistent arms to reach the mask and pull it off. I only got a glimpse before I woke up, but the face was ... I can't remember it, but it was curious and very strange.
Post by: Xantalos on October 30, 2012, 09:49:19 pm
Post by: Xantalos on October 30, 2012, 09:54:28 pm
I thought Xantalos WAS a lovecraftian eldritch abomination...Again, might've been a child of mine.
Post by: Hanslanda on October 30, 2012, 11:59:18 pm
I thought Xantalos WAS a lovecraftian eldritch abomination...Again, might've been a child of mine.
INITIATING DERAIL CANNON POWER UP
FIRING
Sweet child of mine?
POWERING DOWN DREAIL CANNON
SLEEP MODE INITIATED
Post by: kero42 on October 31, 2012, 04:14:48 am
I was walking down the stairs of my house, it was exactly the same as usual, even the painting on the wall was the same. I went through the living room, then into the kitchen, and made some toast. Well, the toast was already in the toaster, but it had popped out by time i had got there. I got some jam (which is a bit strange, i dont like jam on my toast anymore), spread it on the toast with a knife, then cut it once from corner, leaving me with two triangular pieces of toast (also strange, as I prefer to have my toast cut into four rectangle shaped pieces). I picked it up, and went to take a bite out of it. Then I woke up. I didn't even get to taste it, :'(.
Some of my other dreams might be more interesting, but my memories of them are so foggy. I vaguely remember one where I was on the road near where I live, and was pouring a giant bucket of milk on to the road, but thats the weirdest one I remember.
Post by: Graknorke on October 31, 2012, 04:22:21 am
I prefer to have my toast cut into four rectangle shaped pieces
REMOVE THIS HERETIC FROM THIS ESTABLISHMENT AT ONCE
ALL GLORY TO THE TRIANGLE, MASTER OF POLYGONS
Post by: Haspen on October 31, 2012, 04:27:06 am
Then the gay man 'thanked me' (*wink wink*) and we then went to see the 2D VGA sunset over the canyon.
Post by: Starver on October 31, 2012, 07:24:54 am
Whoa, you people who remember your dreams are lucky, the only ones I remember are the boring ones.
Last night I had three separate spates of sleep (my fault, again, for laying down on the sofa early the previous evening). I know that each of the three dreams (or at least their conclusions) were good to report, but I didn't get much opportunity to note anything down.
Right now, the most remembered bit was about my attempt (after doing some hiking across some interesting landscape) to set up a photograph of a hillside (and a quarry, or other feature upon it) in the background and a piece of paper of some kind in the foreground, but having to fight with the camera to let me get the focus and field of view right. This is actually something like what I might actually do (for obscure reasons I won't go into) in real life, sometimes, although I never have the same camera problems. Also, I haven't tried to do this in the last couple of weeks, so it's not a recent memory being reshuffled, but something more ingrained, or dredged out due to some other association that I can't currently work out a link for.
But I know I had more exciting things happening at other points (and in the other two dreams). Lost to the misty waters of the river Lethe no doubt.
Post by: Leatra on November 03, 2012, 08:19:52 am
We were playing a suggestion game in the forum games section. I was very active in the thread. The title of the thread was "Creep" and the OP was just writing short suggestion games. Most of the time it lasted like 2-3 pages and he started writing new ones in the same thread. He kept going on for like 10 pages with a few games. These 10 pages happened in like a few minutes though.
Eventually the OP became inactive and someone else started a new thread named "CRE-EP" and kept writing stories the same way. Most of the time player either died (stories were realistic and the player was in constant danger, most people wrote dangerous suggestions for fun) or managed to complete his task in a unique and clever way.
Background of the thread page was dark like the DF section but it was in the forum games section.
Post by: Akura on November 03, 2012, 12:09:56 pm
...Why can't this happen to me in real life :'(? I'm actually surprised I remembered it, it happened a few days ago.
Post by: Jellycat12 on November 03, 2012, 12:14:25 pm
Post by: Xantalos on November 08, 2012, 12:25:06 am
I dreamed that I was looking down upon the weak on My throne by a lake of fire. They had angered Me, and I raised My hand, and the weak folk fled rom it and into the fire. THeir suffering gave me strenth, and I beheld the world. So small. I would have it, but I had much more to accomplish.
And then I woke up, of course, and it was kinda bad to lose that sensation of power.
Post by: Starver on November 08, 2012, 09:18:09 am
But last night (amongst other things) I dreamt I was (or perhaps I was observing, re: my usual 'participation fluidity') an alternate version of Buffy[1], in an alternate universe in which zombies were the "big bad", and vampires existed, but were nominally everyday people (in fact, I don't think they even had daylight 'issues'). There'd only just been a "28 Days Later" sort of event (maybe as little as 28 hours ago), and humanity (in my little bit of the world) was recovering. Buildings were in a state of disrepair (from damage, not neglect) and upper-floor places were favoured as hang-out places, like the little café I/Buffy camped out in. When people fell off roofs they basically jumped back up as zombies. This was a big deal for the (re-)construction industry, as Health & Safety appeared to have actually declined quite severely. (And everyone seemed to like watching the cranes and demolition machines and unsecured workers at work, and then all panicked as soon as they saw someone fall to their deaths, still in their high-vis vests.)
Also, with people tending to occupy upper-floor places with missing windows or structural damage to the buildings there were a number of "someone falling past the window" incidents. You know, like that Monty Python sketch where the two office-workers casually assess who it is who has just fallen past and start to bet on who will be next.
And then the 'vampire' faction decided they didn't like Buffy for obscure (non-VampireSlaying) reasons and started chasing her (and/or me) all over the place, necessitating clambering out of windows and into others, abseiling (while other people who had also decided to take up abseiling but preferred not to actually tie themselves to the ropes in any way, were occasionally falling to their undeaths) and generally evading.
I started phasing in and out of the dream at a point where I/Buffy was running around a theatre(/cinema), up into the projecting box and down out via another entrance and round and back up and nearly into the underground rail system beneath the theatre(!) and it's weird architecture, but I didn't go there. Due to the intervening bouts of semi-consciousness I think I could have grasped the nettle and made this dream actually lucid, but it appears I couldn't be bothered (either in dream-state or near-waking state) to press the issue. I think Buffy/I persuaded the vampires to stop the chasing around, but that was about all that changed. And then I fully woke up.
[1] Not SMG, or even the filmic Buffy. Sort of like as akin to the televisual Buffy as the original (pilot episode) Willow was to the eventual series-Willow. Which probably only makes sense to me and my internal dreamstate. Character-wise, this Buffy had come from a 'normal' (non-BtVS) universe where she was a normal person and had been sent to this other non-normal one by way of a teleport-type thing. Which made sense at the time, and then got submerged by what came later so that it was largely irrelevant to the 'plot', or even discounted insofar as any form of continuity.
Post by: ISP on November 08, 2012, 10:43:52 am
I dont even know what to think about it.
Post by: Yoink on November 08, 2012, 07:25:53 pm
Had an odd dream where I was "playing" Dwarf Fortress. I remember viewing this meeting from the perspective of a dwarf, my fellow officials/nobles were telling me how shorthanded we were. We needed to train up various different professions and types of soldiers.
Apparently in this dream version of DF that meant building these "academy" buildings for my dwarves. I building some soldier academies in a tower I had set aside for the purpose; from the colour I guess they were for axe dwarves.
I built a few different things through my weird half-and-half perspective and activated them, trying to herd my unskilled dwarves towards them.
And then the dream sortof shifted a little, and I had to train dwarves in those academies. For some bizarre reason, I was about to train my RL baby nephew, the really dumb one, to be a train driver of all things. (I guess the fort had need of them.) My teaching method? A sappy picture book about a bunch of anthropomorphic creatures driving a train through this big savannah area in the midst of a terrible forest fire, rescuing the occasional critter along the way.
Other than that I only remember getting progressively more pissed off at my student. That part is definitely realistic; that annoying brat is so stupid it makes other small children look comparatively smart- hell, even our dwarves don't seem quite as idiotic when you think of that thing. :P The kid decided he wanted to sit on a different side of the book as I read, so of course I moved himack. Then he started whinging about it as I was trying to read, so eventually I just stopped giving a shit, letting the fricking thing sit where he wanted as I more-or-less shouted the story at him.
It would've been a more entertaining dream if I was teaching him to, say, wield a mace. ::)
Post by: Immortal on November 08, 2012, 07:40:06 pm
Here's a zombie one.
I was at uni when the outbreak happened here in Ontario. The school was quickly over run so I suggested to my girlfriend to go to my hometown and hide. Skip forward to my little hometown of 17000. The library was having construction done on it and the street was empty. I fired up the machines and began building a wall when some mayor came out with the police. They had apparently not heard of the zombies yet. Soon as I finish explaining this the zombies show up and wreak havoc to my tiny town. As the police were dealing with the zombies my girlfriend and I fortify the library (which looks much like a church base, but the next two floors up are a ring of glass windows) and build an airlock like front gate system, and walls from there to the nearest building creating a courtyard for small farming. Oh did I mention there were two black sheep with us? Anyways the police died then my gf pulls out two swords, and gives me one. We wreck the zombies riding our armor plated sheep, then fight our way back to the gates and make it in. It ended with us and the sheep looking out of the third floor window at downtown main street packed with zombies surrounding us.
Post by: Squanto on November 08, 2012, 07:51:59 pm
Post by: Xantalos on November 08, 2012, 07:57:30 pm
Post by: Haspen on November 09, 2012, 10:30:56 am
I was eating sand at the cafeteria of my university branch. Everyone was eating sand. There were different colors and tastes of sand, including stuff like 'Pomegranate flavor Cookies' made of sand. This continued for some time, and after that, police came and began yelling at the people, then at sand, whilst I ran away into a storage room and curled in the corner.
That's when I woke up.
Post by: Leatra on November 09, 2012, 04:17:28 pm
I don't remember much but I remember both of us at my house, making snarky jokes and stuff, and it was like 12:00 AM. We were a little bit bored because my mother was in the house and we couldn't do anything *wink wink* so I just said "Meh, wanna take a walk outside?" and she was like "Oh, definitely." I tend to go out at weird times by myself or rarely with a night-owl friend like me in real life too so it's nothing new but I was kinda surprised that a girl agreed to join me like this. Anyway, I also said "We can buy some beers on the road and drink at the beach. The beach looks awesome at night." She happily agreed and I was thinking like "Whoa, I was thinking I would never find a girl who would spontaneously do something like this with me. I should hold onto this one."
Then I woke up :-\
I also remember something about both of us being in the snow and deeply talking about something but I can't remember enough to go into detail.
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 10, 2012, 05:53:04 am
And then it got really fun. It was at a beach - a beach I recognize from (you guessed it) a past dream. It was night and the tide was in across the stony sands, and the dream follows as what started off as a small skirmish between balloon entities and myself+the crew of a boat becomes a gargantuan battlefield between us and them. The balloons were completely invulnerable to damage, but once they sustained damage that should have long since destroyed them, they deflated. What's worse was that they were more than capable of tearing people to pieces or turning them into the balloon menace.
By the end there was a couple getting dragged into the sea, a blimp piloted by a couple giving birth, Richard Dawkins singing about Americans going to war in a country manner (with a guitar) whilst guns are blaring off, the balloons are changing form beneath the waves and I've swapped my gun for a fire axe (which I begin sharpening after accidentally attempting to hack off someone's metal hand).
It was weird to say the least. And the length of the dream! Elephants, beach balls, people and more disturbing things that probably belonged in the mist...
Successful dream. Of note was I also knew the dream was going to end when I was just sitting there sharpening my axe watching WWIII happen. How I knew I was dreaming (even specifically saying the dream) without consciously knowing I was in a dream is odd. Subconsciously dreaming about lucidly dreaming.
Post by: Itnetlolor on November 10, 2012, 10:50:40 am
I found it strange that such a powerful and intimidating demon suffered probably the most BS death ever. Then again, things always go weird around me in dream worlds. Even stranger, I wasn't the one that killed it. It died by it's own stupidity (despite being smart enough to coordinate it's own portals all over the place; even opening a direct line into Hell itself). I feel like if I were to ever see that thing again, it would never live that death down. I mean, what an idiot. Doesn't matter if you could slice your targets apart with portals like a deli-slicer, you accidentally killed yourself by reckless portal placement and epi-pens.
Oh yeah, and to further cheeseball it up; before waking up, the family in the dream "learned a valuable lesson about watching too much TV" or some stupid bullcrap like that. I think I facepalmed hard enough to wake myself up.
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 10, 2012, 11:09:56 am
I think I'm going insane.Nah, you're only human.
Post by: Leatra on November 10, 2012, 08:06:12 pm
Post by: Akura on November 12, 2012, 12:44:00 pm
I've had other dreams like that. Oddly, my teeth are pretty fine.
Post by: Leatra on November 12, 2012, 02:22:35 pm
I just remembered. In a dream, while I was walking in someplace which looked like a park, I saw smurfs! They were less children-y in my dream, with the way they talk and walk. I decided to follow one of them and while I was walking, spine of a weird plant strached my arm. I looked at my arm and noticed the giant wound. There was no blood coming out but I could see the inside of my arm. I saw meat, literally hopping up and down as I moved my arm. It looked like an oversized meatball. Smurfs were looking at me like "oh, that kinda stuff happens all the time around here." so I didn't give much thought about it. I placed my palm to the wound so my insides wouldn't fall out from my arm.
Wounds and decapitations in dreams can be really weird. I tend to have a lot of bloody and violent dreams. I'm not a violent person in real life and I have no idea why I see violent dreams.
Post by: Jellycat12 on November 12, 2012, 02:27:45 pm
Post by: Jellycat12 on November 12, 2012, 02:30:21 pm
Duh. I also think there was something about a dwarven fortress in there as well.I just remembered a dream from several years ago. I can't remember the details, but I know that it was like a manga, I was killing a lot of things with my bare hands and then it ended with me looking at my hands and wondering what I did.you woke up before the grimdark monologue.
Post by: Edmus on November 16, 2012, 06:47:55 am
Post by: Xantalos on November 18, 2012, 01:47:24 pm
I had a dream that consisted of a classic movie plot ... sort of. I was a random kid who was kidnapped by this organization and brought up into a spaceship. There it was explained to me that I had to command an army or something. I did and got the approval of some old guy. Then, some time later, you know how those things go in dreams, the commander was dead and we were recruiting a new commander of our time travel secret agency. The position somehow came with the benefit of being the embodiment of all humanity. We were at that point in a van in an empty field in the middle of an immense storm that was our means of time travel. He accepted, and immediately went powermad. Some time later, we were in an opulent office that seemed to be in some stone European city judging by the surroundings. He was mad at me and I had to run away or he would kill me or something. I traveled back in time after a short chase, and everything started to look like claymation. He came back as well and he transformed into a human Godzilla thing. He chased me while I enscribed a message on the floor of the ancient Greek temple we were in, hoping someone in the future would see it. Then a random girl came out of nowhere and sent me back to the present. Then I woke up.
Post by: Jellycat12 on November 18, 2012, 01:53:42 pm
I was dreaming I was on the random things you drew shopped made thread. Everything was normal until one of the people in an RP I'm in complemented something I made. I didn't remember posting anything on it, so I went back a few pages and found an image I had apparently posted. Then everything got weird and the world began dissolving into pink and yellow lines. Then a voice said something about magma and I woke up.
Post by: Graknorke on November 18, 2012, 02:15:20 pm
I was stood by a military commander as we sent off the crew to a voyage to who-knows-where, and then I got some nice cinematic views of it going through some water before I woke up.
Altogether pretty good.
Post by: Yoink on November 19, 2012, 08:19:45 pm
Had a dream last night where I was with my mother in a dream-version of a house we used to live in, we were rich for some reason and had just returned from a shopping trip or something. I saw this grubby-looking homeless person walking past, looking at the house and I saw fit to scream at them in a rage, "There's nothing for you here!" And to keep [EXPLETIVE] walking, or something like that. I chased them away.
Then a bit later, we were setting something up, perhaps a garage sale or similar, and I was out front on the street again and I saw the homeless woman walking back towards us from the other direction. For some reason this was the last straw, and I charged at them in fury, ready to kill, to spill their blood with my bare hands if necessary.
She ran away in terror, past me, and as I gave chase she ran towards my house.
My rage was quickly replaced by impotent terror as she turned and ran down the path into the house.
I burst in there after her and saw her holding my mother hostage with a knife to her throat. I freaked out, I stopped, I raised my hands as though she held a gun and not a knife, I begged her to let my mother go.
I was helpless to stop her as she began to stab with the knife; I ran forwards and dived at her just as I woke up.
Maybe I shoulda posted this in the terrified thread or something, it did kinda creep me out and wreck my sleep for the night. I mean, rationality quickly returned with wakefulness and I dismissed it as a dream, but still I sent Mum a text message asking what she was up to.
That was the night before I was due to go visit her, too. :o I'm guessing that was what prompted the dream. Damnit brain.
Well, last night (whilst staying at my mother's place) I had another dream that was set (at least mostly) in and around that house we used to live in. :o I'm not sure if this one was a continuation of the same story at a later time, but for some reason in my dreams lately I seem to be playing an at least partially bad guy.
Perhaps this dream was a continuation, and whereas in the last dream I was just a bit of a psycho whose anger issues ended up getting my mother hurt, in this one I had become a full-blown villain? Regardless of whether they were connected, I was a bad(evil, even!) dude in this one.
I believe I was a member (possibly an ex-member) of some big, shadowy government organization. For this reason I had a fancy armoured coat. My goal in the dream was to kidnap this beautiful young woman and sell her into slavery.
I came close to succeeding many times, but the main obstacle was her dark-eyed, mysterious lover, this irritatingly handsome, dashing fellow who would dart in at an inopportune moment just as I had her in my clutches, and royally fuck up my plans. Oh how I wanted to kill him.
That's another thing, the bastard was really hard to kill. I vaguely remember shooting him a few times only for him to stubbornly refuse to die. Dick. There was another rival of mine who would prevent me from kidnapping the girl, albeit from a different angle entirely; a rival villain who wanted her for himself. At several points we would be fighting each other in our plans, guns blazing and what-not, and end up giving the boyfriend the perfect chance to whisk her away. I think I might have finally killed that one in the end, I'm not sure.
Here it gets a little hazy, but I think some of my RL family (I'm not sure if I actually was playing myself in this dream) also stepped in to stop me at some point. My sister and her dog, I believe. I'm... pretty sure I killed her? Not sure. I know I spared the dog 'cause he's cute, even if his charging and attacking me savagely was a hindrance to my plans.
This is kindof weird because she was visiting us when I woke up. :-\ (She's the annoying sister though so I ain't worried :P)
I don't think I succeeded in the end. I think I gave up, leaving the young couple to piece their lives back together, to piece together the bloody wreckage of the house (my once RL house) and mourn those who'd died in the whole ordeal.
I'm not sure if my character had some sort of ephiphany, realising the error of his ways, or if he was just too shot up and had had too many near-death moments to be bothered continuing. It'd be nice if the dream let me remember that bit, I mean it does seem kinda like an important moment. Alas.
Post by: Haspen on November 20, 2012, 03:25:12 am
After a while Hawking materialized and I begged him to reverse this, but he disagreed. I've stolen his time-travelling wheelchair and snapped into other time version, at outbreak of the zombie apocalypse. Together with my black soldier-friend, we climbed a concrete wall and hid in small room with nice view on 'Obama Palace' (whatever the heck that was supposed to be) and Central Park, so basically we were now in New York.
Then, while Hawking teleportized to mock us, I've made sturdy plastic door out of boiling pasta with cheese and sauce, and barricaded ourselves in the room as Hawking dissappeared.
And then I woke up.
Post by: Haspen on November 23, 2012, 05:42:13 pm
We got to some temple, but I woke up immediatelly after I grabbed the hilt of the extremely shiny sword. Eh...
Why my movie-esque dreams cannot last till ending? >:I
Post by: Aseaheru on November 23, 2012, 05:44:42 pm
Post by: Yoink on November 23, 2012, 08:35:48 pm
Post by: Trapezohedron on November 24, 2012, 09:51:06 am
She's... somewhere, seeking shelter from a mob of angry people seeking former employees of the company she used to work for. Haven't seen her since, but fortunately she calls from time to time, and vice versa.
I don't want to sleep...
Post by: Starver on November 24, 2012, 02:49:37 pm
What was most interesting was the setting in France. No idea why. The architecture was very (stereo)typical of the area and, apart from a bit of Escheresquishness, quite unlike my usual dream-buildings.
Oh, and before the above event I was there when some car went rogue, and was part of a crowd (which dissolved away in disinterest) that initially gawped at someone who had been run over by the car, with a quite distinct tyre track over his chest. No, not track... Impression. It was a several-inches-deep depression across his chest, as if he had been made of plasticine. The guy seemed alright (apart from the deformation of his chest), but I was obviously more worried than most of the bystanders. (Then went off to do the cycle-event thing.)
Post by: Hanslanda on November 25, 2012, 01:43:17 pm
Started off outside a big, 'empty on the inside' warehouse type building. I can't quite explain how it was built, but you could climb up the I-beams, which is what me and my dreamcompanions did. On the roof, we encountered a couple of these zombies, which we casually threw off. After awhile up there, we ventured into a townscape, which was dark, night time dark, and lit mostly by scattered fires. We ended up fleeing from a large group of zombies into an apartment building of sorts. Inside was... Well, it was a deathtrap. There was more zombies inside, and then the ones that had chased us in there came in, we were running up the stairs, people were dying.
I had a piece of rebar, and it served me pretty well apparently, as well as liberal face-kickings. Eventually I ended up on the roof, surrounded by zombies, with a pistol and no way down. I killed a bunch, then woke up before they got to me.
Good times.
Post by: Starver on November 25, 2012, 05:23:08 pm
Dream the first
I was some kind of Halo Spartan or 40K Space Marine guy (elements of both). And/or several of his rag-tag bunch of survivors, as makes all good game scenarios. Overwhelming odds, Big Bad, yada yada yada. At one point defending a cave entrance (if not a cave system, but that might be a separate dream from before my memory's horizon), but then we win out and 'retire' to a boiler-house. A modern, above-ground glass and steel structure, except for a pit in the middle that contained part of the boiler system. No idea what it was 'boilering' for, that wasn't part of the scenario.
Then either one of the rag-tag group reveals their true colours or we get infiltrated, and the enemy party concerned hides up in the upper boiler stack. There's nothing we can do and things... well, I assume they don't go well, but I don't recall now any "being snipered" or other actions that explain why this is a bad thing. But it's obviously a game (full immersion, essentially) and we get 'another go' from a save-point. Some judicious firing up into the boiler stack and the guy falls down and into the pit. Assumed down but not necessarily dead. But it heralded the Big Bad's entry (an End Of Level Boss) through the roof that the other had tried to escape through or (succeeded in?) opening up.
The game now plays off with me in a personal battle with the Big Bad. It's a close fight, but it appear to me that the endgame does not necessarily require my own personal victory. I trick the Big Bad into revealing his weak point. He has facial skin like a cuttlefish, and I actually manage to get him to effectively paint an arrow on his head for one of my remaining rag-tags to fire a shot off at, defeating him, although that's while I'm still being hugged to death or something.
Fade to some sort of scene where there's turning pages of a book, within which there's a tabular form of "In year X this guy got honours <such'n'such' and such'n'such>", in a partially pictorial form that I could easily understand in context. It indicates a military progression career of an FPS-type. On one line the honours are effectively "gained <various power-ups for a particular kind of Mecha". It all sums up as a rapidly rising career of an effective game-soldier who maxed out pretty much every possible method of combat available to him (personal and vehicular).
I wake. Or come out of the 'game', at least. (I am of course, still in the next stage of the dream). A friend and his family (a RL one, who is of course the person who has both 40K and Halo games, in their respective formats) are there and I have to give them a birthday card and a wedding anniversary card and present. (This, by the way, is true. And today I shall be doing this IRL.) We get into conversation and I find that I could have won and survived that game. But he was always much better at both of those games. (IRL, much so. In this dream I think I'm a little bit more legendary.)
The next fragment of dream is fuzzy. I do have vague memories of an attack upon the forces of Microsoft by a guy under a strange parachute (huge, planar, hexagonally-linked set of discs), who has part of the parachute destroyed by enemy attack and he goes down in a spin (like a catastrophic Kerbal Space Program wide multi-booster spacecraft under similar damage, is the best analogy, only with a lack of retardation rather than cessation of boosting). Landing safely he looks around in relief to have survived the final bit of fall, before being snatched up by a strange sticky pendulum on the underside of a Microsoft-forces helicopter, that catches him unawares at his back. But I watch this entirely as a third-party. (It may also have been a part of Dream The First's sequence prior to the boiler-house stand-off.)
Now properly Dream The Second, I appear to be (or closely associated with) Buffy The Vampire Slayer, for some reason. I have a cat in a box/crate-type thing (twice as long as wide and high, just the edges, or transparent across most of the faces as the cat obviously can't get out... In the "tonight's theme is obviously computer games" thread, I'd mark it down as something Minecraft-like (a two-cube construct, as with a basic double-chest). Anyway, I'm obviously in a cellar. There's a hobo or someone similar in there two who seems to be an ally (certainly not an enemy) and when the cat escapes the box, somehow, causes a fuss and draws the attention of those living above the cellar (who are not friendly to me/Buffy, I happen to know) he plays the part of ushering the cat towards the cellar steps/doors and makes a plausible "here you are, a cat..." type excuse to the one who comes to investigate, before packing the box away under a shelf (alongside similar boxes) untroubled by the newcomer, while I/Buffy (now definitely seen in third-person, in a cinematic panning-camera reveal) is shown to have jammed herself into a corner of the ceiling, out of sight of the newcomer. To be undiscovered, not to attack, but successfully so.
Dream The Third may continue onwards from here, but I cannot recall the exact connection if it was. It appears to be Game Night, still, as it appears I (whoever I am) am looking for clues/components in some sort of 'real world' version of a click-scene adventure game. Something (a kind of scarab-ish thing, at least by the end of the scenario) seems to be calling me across to various rooms and locations where I (and a helpful companion of some kind) are discovering obscure things that lead to the next thing on. The only clearly recalled segment, however, is that in a school/museum room dedicated to Egyptology I am having great difficulty homing in on the Scarab's latest destination. It's probably in a drawer in one of the many exhibiting desks. The clue I appear to be trying to follow up is the text "J-ell-y K-ey". By the very end of this dream sequence I recall that in one of the drawers there's a card upon which there appears to be some form of translation guide. I get as far as finding that it has "J" marked down as meaning "Sand" (which I face-palmed about, as it was an obviously virtually onomatopoeic word relating to sound of striking the (sandy) ground, in a desert area). But I got no further for I then awoke. For real.
Post by: raptorfangamer on November 25, 2012, 06:28:24 pm
Can somebody explain me why this happened? I usually have nonsensical dreams but I am never in the perspective of attacking some of my favorite characters.
Post by: Haspen on November 26, 2012, 07:36:18 am
Next was about being construction worker on EMpire State Building in the 30's, and everything was black-and-white like in old movies.
And then I had the part about my brain and stomach being slowly pierced by something sharp while I was sitting in a chair and reading a book. Strangely, I don't remember the name of the book, nor lack of comfort from the piercings.
Post by: Jopax on November 26, 2012, 07:57:21 am
They were also terrifying for some reason, probably their imposing size and implied power and strenght. So I and some people who I can't remember now were suddenly in my grandfathers house when one of them leans trough the front door grinning menacingly and saying something about our end or his power or somesuch, then laughing when we threw crosses, holy water and other vampire killing stuff to no effect. He then gives a warning or something before slowly starting to back away as he continues laughing, at which point me or one of the people with me starts shooting him with this big ass pistol (a Desert Eagle or something) only to have the bullets bounce off. Then the giant vampire turns around to leave completely when one of the bullets hits him in the ass, going trough the asshole and exploding him from the inside, because for some reason the skin is indestructible only in one direction, and his insides are quite squishy or something :S
At that point I can't remeber what happened next but I think it got scarier as I suddenly started thinking of Twilight vampires really hard, because those aren't scary at all or something :S
Then I think I was half awake and terrified that one of the Machavellians was in my room, then I remeber that they can't fit into my room because it's rather small, so I kinda laugh it off and turn to fall asleep again XD
Post by: Starver on November 26, 2012, 09:45:29 am
Try as I might, I can't remember how or why I was in Cathedral city of some kind (but that fact was important). And the retail park within it. And trying to decipher a huuuuge billboard with advertisements on which were set out like an ads page of a broadsheet newspaper. And I'm a bit hazy about the navigation system in my car being set for the wrong date.
...but then I start driving my car. Perfectly normal when I got into it (actually, more a flatback station-wagon type, which is not what I drive IRL, but hey), except that once I started driving it there was a bit of a big flaw. The vehicle was now a great big wooden caravan (old style 'static caravan', not Romany) and the driving-seat was set to one side of the door with no window in front of it. To add to my difficulties, part of the door had been boarded up (the bit closest to me) so I had to crane over even further. This made driving difficult, as you might imagine, and the weather outside was atrocious (but then this part, at least, is probably taken from RL). Naturally I miraculously did no crash, despite only having limited ability to see where traffic was (in my lane, in a parallel lane or even oncoming, or even where the lanes and road itself was going until I'd shuffled to one side every now and then and corrected my errant course.
I then came to some tunnels. Not through a mountain or hillside, but of the type to dive underneath a river perhaps. Ingeniously (or so it appeared to me at the time) shortly after entering at ground level the aboveground structure, internally lines with metal-plates if not entirely made by them, there were several side-doors (not actually fit for purposes, in hindsight) labelled "Catering", "Home Furnishings" and the like, that were there for trucks carrying such supplies to filter out of the queue and take either their own tunnels or get (or lose!) priority relative to every other vehicle as they re-merged into the tunnel-system proper.
Keeping an eye on the notices, I found that I remained unfiltered until the full-on entry to the tunnel, which was a vehicular lift. With an attendant. That was sideways on to the incoming traffic (i.e. me, the business of the road having miraculously abated since a few moments previously, so that there were no other cars on the 'road'). Manoeuvring into a sideways position (I may well have been reverted to a more 'standard' vehicle by this time, too, as I definitely had shortly afterwards) I was taken down maybe just a single story in height(/depth) and then had to drive along underground service corridors more reminiscent of a hotel than of any tunnel. At the end (after avoiding waiters) was another lift, but the attendant informed me that this wasn't my route out (probably was a lift into a hotel) and that another unsigned, but seen) lift I'd passed a few yards back was the one I should take.
Long story short(er than it could be!), I pop up into the open air. It looks like whatever infrastructure surrounded this end of the tunnel has been removed by storm damage, and I'm emerging from a hole in the ground (the lift now without walls) as if on an elevator similar to that used by planes on an aircraft carrier.
I then had a little tussle with another vehicle. I blamed how I'd rewired car's gearbox, all this apparently being controlled from a hand-unit at the end of a cable that passes (without any real way of stopping it dragging upon the ground, or even being run over by the wheels) underneath the car itself and into the engine-block. Anyway, I still wasn't in full control.
Now it's a fuzzy part, but eventually me and a companion of indeterminate type (may have been a Whovian relationship) were now staff in a hotel (the hotel of the lift and corridors?). Confusing architecture, again, even though we largely stuck to one level (that we knew). Other things happen, but some dude was negotiating entry into the dining room who was (apparently, I've no idea if he even looked like him) "JZ". And we were tasked to get a to-be-signed-for letter to him. Two problems being that (even as staff ourselves?) we couldn't get into the dining room area without a reservation, and something along the lines of the fact that going up to JZ and saying "could you sign this please" was obviously rude and would look like we were autograph-hunting. Which wouldn't do at all!
The solution was (apparently) to get a kid (a guest's kid, randomly encountered further along the now-busy corridors, who still had no reservation, and who would doubtless make the "can I have your signature?" even more pestery in nature, but that's dream logic for you) do the delivery instead.
Now we can look outside the windows. A bit of a storm blowing up. And across the service road alongside the hotel and across the railway embankment (because we're now definitely on the first floor (US: 2nd floor) rather than the ground one... yes! It's a twister! Going exactly parallel to the hotel. We're in no danger. In fact me and companion dude/dudette (not entirely sure which they were, at least permanently) go outside down a fire-escape to... not sure. Do something important.
After we do whateveritwaswedid, we're back in again. Stationed at our exit door there's a group of staff of evidently military persuasion. Brusk and proper and disciplined. They are there for some purpose that I do not recall (though I know I knew it). And then I flicked some sort of mental switch in them and they were now all "Cockney Geezers" talking all effusively, laughing and joking in a testosterone-enhanced "lad's lads" type of way, and... ummm, yep, "singing along to the old Joanna". They were still military and still had their job to do. I don't recall if I made them more or less capable of this, and I woke shortly thereafter.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on November 29, 2012, 09:10:53 am
Basically, I was seeing this sorta horror movie where this typical suburban family decides to get a little kangaroo joey. Things get quite weirder when it's discovered that the joey gets these crazy carnivorous urges after licking furniture, and after licking the couch for a couple minutes it does this really weird screamy thing and proceeds to eat their dog and cat. The family decides to not get rid of the joey, and like a cheesy horror film, the joey licks the couch again later and goes on to eat the rest of the family.
There was no blood or gore in the dream, but it was heavily implied the joey was eating them from the family screaming "It's eating them! What da fuuuu--" and what not.
the only survivor aside from the joey is this really attractive supermodel who comes out of nowhere, assuming they were a part of the family, who strips down to underwear and strolls across the street to the lesbian supermodel party that happens to be going on during all this. I'd assume the joey was too
I dunno what to make of the dream, other than the fact I probably won't be consuming ramen before bedtime, and that I now have evidence that my subconscious finds GirlxGirl a more than acceptable pairing.
Post by: Haspen on November 29, 2012, 10:03:54 am
My family were the only people who remembered me. Friends have left me, my studies of course were nulled. Same for internet - only one guy recalled me, not to mention most of accounts of mine on places (like bay12) were already deleted/inactive.
Everyone was talking bilingually around me, so I had trouble communicating, everyone had computer implants and that there was spaceport to Moon-5 colony near my house.
I woke up sweating like hell. Fuck... My worst fear is to fall into coma, and I had to get a dream like that :-\
Post by: jetex1911 on November 29, 2012, 09:03:44 pm
Anyone?
Post by: Vattic on November 29, 2012, 10:27:00 pm
I woke facing the wall and unable to move. This panicked me as it always does. After what seemed like a long time I managed to turn my head some only to find a large dark shape looming over me between me and the ceiling. I got the impression that it was filling the room. I turned my head away sharply in total panic and found myself paralysed again. It passed reasonably quickly and I calmed down straight away. I've felt a presence in the room before and felt things but it's the first time I've ever seen anything.
Oh and when I say worse I don't mean it really bothers me. After the paralysis passes I always feel fine and almost glad of the experience.
Post by: Leatra on November 30, 2012, 01:10:30 pm
Too bad I woke up in the middle of escorting the president to a safe place.
Post by: jetex1911 on November 30, 2012, 10:26:13 pm
Post by: MaximumZero on November 30, 2012, 11:37:52 pm
If so: as you fall asleep, do your best to clear your mind completely. Leave nothing but emptiness, or fog, or blankness, or whatever signifies a calm state of being for your imagination. Gently remind yourself that you're going to fall asleep, soon. This may help you reinforce the knowledge that you're asleep after you've already fallen asleep. Breathe slowly, and do your best to feel in control of your emotions. Relax, and don't try to force it.
Once you're asleep, there are a number of things that you can do to test the waters. If you can muster the control, try to count from one to ten, or read something. Usually, logical things like that come out as nonsense. Touch something solid. If you're in control, tell yourself that it's not real.
Once you start lucid dreaming, you may wind up staying in that empty place you created as you were falling asleep between "scenes". Don't panic. People often have lots of dreams every night, and your brain is just shifting gears. Try to stay calm and relaxed, or control can slip away from you. Once it does, it's hard to get back without waking up.
What helped me when I was just beginning was to keep a dream journal. It seemed like the more I remembered about my dreams, the more I could remember in subsequent dreams. Often, there's a pattern, person, or thing that is common.
All of this is purely personal, and largely anecdotal, but the process sure helped me at first. Now, after damn near 20 years of lucid dreaming, kickstarting mental control after falling asleep is like breathing. Having a normal dream feels odd, like riding in the passenger seat of a car when you're used to driving.
Post by: Leatra on December 01, 2012, 04:23:42 am
Post by: miauw62 on December 01, 2012, 06:43:59 am
Then i woke up. The dream seemed pretty credible to me until i tought it trough, because i had just installed malwarebytes and superantispyware.
Post by: Dutchling on December 01, 2012, 06:47:33 am
I have the worst dreams :c
Post by: Aseaheru on December 01, 2012, 11:48:34 am
Post by: Aseaheru on December 01, 2012, 12:08:28 pm
Post by: Leatra on December 01, 2012, 06:50:26 pm
I dreamt my sister posted something on Facebook. I made a funny comment and she PM'd me 'haha, that is funny'.
I have the worst dreams :c
LAME
In my dreams, I cut off heads, shoot people, jump off buildings, and sometimes I have sex mid-air while cutting off heads with my one hand and shooting people with the other.
Okay, last one didn't happen. But whenever I have a very simple dream, it suddenly becomes bizarre. For example, once, I was walking around in my house. I saw my mother and made small talk. Everything seemed very normal. Then I went to the kitchen and saw my mother again. I was like "huh, didn't I see you at the bedroom? When did you get there?" but I didn't say that. Then my "other" mom came in to the kitchen and both of them gave me a really creepy "one of us are gonna kill you and devour you" look. I was like "O SHIT WHICH ONE OF YOU IS REAL?" and then I realized it was a dream. I got so shit-scared I jumped off the window to end the dream.
I even went monster hunting with my axe when I actually wanted to jog around in a forest with my friends. Oh, that's a really good one. While walking around I suddenly realized I was holding an axe and my friends were holding various weapons; shotguns, blades, hammers and stuff like that. Strange zombies were coming out of nowhere but it wasn't a nightmare. It was actually fun. Then we came across a house out in the forest and decided to clear the place out. Some of us went out to scout. I stayed in the house to investigate. I came across a barricaded room which I couldn't open. While I was busy with breaking into the room, the guys who went out to scout came... WITH A FUCKING AWESOME CLASSIC CAR. It looked like a car from the 80's or something. Also, everyone from the scouting party was wearing clothings from the 80's and their haircuts were from the 80's too. It seemed like everyone was turning into a 80's character. I think I also saw a disco ball at some point.
Before things got sillier I woke up. That was one hell of a zombie-kicking 80's party.
Post by: Person on December 06, 2012, 07:55:56 am
Post by: Aseaheru on December 06, 2012, 03:24:25 pm
Post by: Mr Space Cat on December 06, 2012, 05:07:10 pm
I was in SpearBreakers. WHILE CONTROLLING IT.Did you see any mugs?
Post by: Aseaheru on December 06, 2012, 05:11:31 pm
Post by: Starver on December 07, 2012, 06:07:24 am
Unfortunately, my wife (I think it was supposed to be) came along, as did the kids (again, I think they were supposed to be mine). And just like you find kids running around in supermarkets, they were running around the terrorist camp-type-thing, only the terrorists were stupid and/or blind because they didn't have a problem with the kids (and possibly also some pets!) running around. And I successfully stated hidden despite being just behind a counter/table and trying to make sure the kids weren't running amok too much, or my wife doing non-"infiltrate the enemy camp"-type things too much.
So I took one of these "bullets" apart in order to create the thing that would kill all the terrorists. It broke into flakes of (filament-impregnated) explosive bits that wouldn't go back together again, no matter how hard I tried (even if I could have done, it was now also now more like a laterally-broken rice-cake than a button-cell, but that's dream-physics and logic for you).
At some point my partner (professional partner, in anti-terrorism/whatever, who must have been the token "actually there to do the job" representative amongst my rather familial party) seems to have managed to make the bomb that was needed, because after a lot of farcical kid-retrieving and sneaking and things I found myself the last person hidden in the heart of the terrorist camp (the others may have left in a camper-van) and picked up a piece of artificial cheese (it was toy-like and made of rubber or something, and was a fairly classic cheese-shape, with hints of being an Emmental wedge, in the usual obvious 'cartoony' way...) that was very hot to the touch. I then realised this must be the bomb and might be no far from exploding (It may also have had a timer on it), and quickly put it back where I found it (or at least idly tossed it back into its hiding place) to do its job. I don't recall the explosion actually happening while I was dreaming, though.
Post by: Owlbread on December 07, 2012, 06:19:40 am
Post by: Starver on December 07, 2012, 06:44:10 am
(Not that I remember seeing any Emmentaler cheese yesterday. Or terrorists or bombs. or wife and kids of my own... But it probably all came from somewhere.)
Post by: Telgin on December 07, 2012, 10:48:27 am
Then the tarantula in the corner of the room ate the toad that was also there, because it knew it had nothing left to lose. I also knew this intuitively.
Then the ship exploded.
???
Post by: Xantalos on December 07, 2012, 11:07:23 am
Post by: Haspen on December 10, 2012, 02:40:26 am
First scene was about me and Criminy (Sinfest character) going to typical highschool in US. We were checking the rules list to make sure we don't do anything bad when suddenly people started carrying guns. We ask Johnson (the Janitor) who quickly turns to be school president, and he is carrying guns. Then we look around and everyone is carrying guns. We check the rules; '#6 rule: be nice to girls' was changed to '#6 rule: carry guns for safety'.
Then I was on the USS Enterprise from Star Trek: Original Series, and janitor Johnson was there. He was revolting against current Captain (whoever it was) and using the same guns he captured the ship and shot me because I was 'unwanted element'.
After that, I woke up. It was Wednesday and as always in my dreams, I was late for classes. On my way there (I teleported to the bus!), I've met my old old classmate whom I haven't met in 5 years. We took a ride, he developed a moustache during the ride and when we got to the university, I decided to run away up the hill.
From the hill, I jumped down the maintenance ducts and went into Captain's room of USS Enterprise. The revolt was revolting on itself, and Johnson the Janitor got himself shot, with few of his buddies killed in friendly fire. Klingon battlecruiser that was attacking Enterprise wasn't helping their situation either. Of course this was dangerous so I ran through maitenance corridors and left the place, emerging in some castle. I've met emperor Uriel Septim (dunno which one), who was very polite. I've scouted the corridors and after finding several rooms coated in vanilla plush, I've leaned on a secret door and tumbled through a staircase onto edge of fine arching brdige over a chasm.
There was a robed body. I've approached it and was welcomed by some grimdark wizard. He was floating over the chasm, had a skull-face, and offered me gold and power. I've accepted, ran through the exit and ended in an autumn forest, where I met feline-girl in robe, surprisingly similar to the robe of the dead person at the chasm.
She asked me if I want to sleep with her to prolong her family line. I said 'sure', then I added 'wait, I'm gay!'. She replied with 'Yeah, that's your biggest problem.'
And then I finally woke up.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on December 10, 2012, 03:34:30 am
I asked him when we were escaping in a getaway vehicle: "Why did you kill all those people? Did they do something wrong to you? He told me "Oh, do I look like I care?". I woke up immediately after that.
Also, for some extremely odd reason when I was waiting for my grandfather to pick up all the gas canisters, I've bumped into Atreyu from The Never Ending Story. He was emitting a overwhelming aura of kindness and happiness.
Post by: ShaneBane on December 10, 2012, 04:15:25 am
After I was set free I quickly leapt out of the window, only to find that I was literally 5000 feet up. I fell down so fast that the moment I hit the ground, I caused a massive earthquake. Yet I survived. I got up, and had to climb a cliff that I caused when I hit the ground. I wasn't even hurt. The moment I reached the top, the princess (this time wearing a gas mask) dragged me all the way into a labyrinth, and told me that there's a giant cat-monster-thing in a machine who wants to destroy the place and that, if I was able to survive a 5000-feet fall, I should help her out and fight the monster. She gave me a sword, and I ran as quickly as I could to get away from her, killing several giant roaches just by running by them. Then I found a giant machine that tried to kill me, so I threw the sword at the ceiling and waited for it to crush me. It exploded into several thousand dwarves. And then a squirrel appeared again. And then it exploded.
Then I woke up.
Post by: jetex1911 on December 10, 2012, 08:26:19 am
Then I woke up. I think my dream was telling me that I really want a cat, but I already know that!
Post by: dei on December 10, 2012, 02:44:58 pm
I don't remember any good dreams I've had recently except the one where I had sex with my character from Morrowind - [REDACTED] - and the one where I had sex with my Mabinogi character - [EXPUNGED].
...Why are all of my dreams involving me either being murdered or me getting laid? I'm serious, is there an oneiromancer or a therapist in the house who can explain this to me?
-edit- PG is worst rating.
Post by: Graknorke on December 10, 2012, 05:02:58 pm
Post by: Mr Space Cat on December 10, 2012, 06:13:38 pm
She asked me if I want to sleep with her to prolong her family line. I said 'sure', then I added 'wait, I'm gay!'. She replied with 'Yeah, that's your biggest problem.'I love that your fevered subconscious has a sarcastic sense of humour. All that scene needs is a laugh track and you got yourself a sitcom.
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Last night I was in this sorta half-state of consciousness were I seemed to be plotting the best strategy for my (latest) ship in FTL:Faster Than Light. It was interesting, half the time I seemed to be thinking how best to upgrade my ship, and the other time I was ordering my crew to "Redistribute power from the engines to the weapons!" "Power up the lasers!" "Launch the FTL Drive!""Ramirez! Repair the Oxygen System before we all suffocate, and look out for the giant alien spiders, those things aren't a joke!" and so on and so forth.
It didn't feel like I got a whole lot of sleep though, since my brain seemed more concerned with piloting a fictional video game ship than actually sleeping. Odd part was I was even aware that it was a game. I wasn't lucid dreaming, more like I knew that I was "playing" (read:dreaming about) a game and was even seeing the game as it would appear on my monitor.
I seem to get these flashbacks of scenarios from games after a gaming binge. One time after I played Halo 1 for 6 or so hours straight, I went to sleep and thought I was still playing, heh.
Post by: Reudh on December 10, 2012, 07:48:42 pm
-snip-
Keep it at least PG bro. We don't want this thread to get locked.
Post by: Xantalos on December 10, 2012, 09:30:33 pm
What Reudh said. You can mention the sex, just no details.-snip-
Keep it at least PG bro. We don't want this thread to get locked.
Post by: dei on December 11, 2012, 12:37:33 am
-snip-
Keep it at least PG bro. We don't want this thread to get locked.
What Reudh said. You can mention the sex, just no details.-snip-
Keep it at least PG bro. We don't want this thread to get locked.
I edited the post and now I'm going to fuck off from this thread because [REDACTED].
Post by: Xantalos on December 11, 2012, 12:44:00 am
No seriously, your original post was fine, just don't get explicit about anything.
Post by: MaximumZero on December 11, 2012, 12:45:43 am
My ladyfriend let me sleep 12 hours last night in her bed.
Post by: Reudh on December 11, 2012, 06:35:58 am
I had weird, muted-blobs of thoughtform as a dream last night. I couldn't manage to make anything form. It was like there wasn't enough power left in me to do it.
I had that dream once, when I was extremely depressed. It was the most terrifying thing I've ever experienced. I remember colours and blobs swirling around in no particular order in what appeared to be 3D space but no where I knew, then I woke up in sweats and a yell.
Post by: dei on December 11, 2012, 12:35:53 pm
Huh? Why leave? :'(That's weird. I don't even remember editing it or making that post that said I was going to fuck off from this thread. I must have been in one of my blackouts when I did that. I'm apparently overly sensitive and quite aggressive when I go into one of my blackouts. Sometimes I'll spend ten or twenty minutes just screaming and cursing and saying some pretty nasty things when I go into one of my blackouts. The doctors can't do anything for it so I'm kind of screwed with that whole thing.
No seriously, your original post was fine, just don't get explicit about anything.
I do think though that I wouldn't go into detail even if you asked me. I don't like talking about sex due to the trauma I experienced growing up. I don't even like the thought of dating or being around women my age because of it. I'll mention sex in passing but that's about it most of the time. Ah well, what are you going to do?
Also I think my subconscious pulled a combobreaker. I had a dream that I was in the town I grew up in walking towards a park that is right across from that historic building that used to be a print shop when I decided to lie down vertically on a lamp post and write in a notebook about Etrian Odyssey and tips on how to be a better gamer.
Apparently in this dream aliens thought this park was a beach and put changing booth teleporters at every corner around the park. College coeds from the town I live in now pop out of these changing booth teleporters and throw antisemitic slurs at this guy that runs a smoothie stand hair salon in the park while I just stare idly by looking at the white khaki shorts that seem to have become the uniform of the university a few blocks away from where I live.
What the actual fuck?
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 11, 2012, 02:30:14 pm
Then... My old primary school grounds - where a Nuclear bomb was going off. White sheets everywhere up in some mountains I had never before seen, as clouds drifted by. Clouds filled with unstable atoms, giving off waves like radiation. It just so happens that they were filled with radiation, and apparently I just knew. My liver was failing, getting ripped apart by cancerous cells and beta particles with dream cancer.
Then, a psych test. No cancer test, just a psych one.
I do not pretend to make sense of what it means when I'm seeing myself and others get dream cancer, but it's pretty awesome nonetheless - +1 lucidity, they were places I recognized from previous dreams, but more importantly the mountain with the white sheets is something I've never before seen, read, heard or even known about.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 11, 2012, 04:20:21 pm
I have a theory:Yeah but everyone in the dream had dream cancer. So the aliens get space cancer.
You're going to find that your old school has been put onto another planet by aliens, get there, have a bomb go off, then the aliens will give you a psych test whilst pretending to be humans.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 12, 2012, 12:10:47 pm
Soon all will be sleeping... Sleeping in dreams of cancerous tumult...
Post by: Graknorke on December 12, 2012, 04:34:08 pm
I guess you could say your cancer dreams are...(http://www.nfpa.org/sparky/images/coolcrab.gif)
Cancerous...
YEEEEAAAAHHHH
Post by: dei on December 12, 2012, 06:35:28 pm
What the fuck?
Post by: ashes on December 12, 2012, 11:42:41 pm
Post by: dei on December 12, 2012, 11:47:52 pm
Had a dream about you guys and bay12. Can't really remember much about what happened, but I can tell you it was a bit... strange.... :PI have had numerous Dwarf Fortress dreams myself. Some of them were themed around a pet catgirl mod I wanted to make but never figured out how to while others were themed around me building megaprojects I never built. I think one had me at a memorial service for that miner I had dig down to the magma layer that then died a horrific death.
I still remember Idaratul and the garbage chute we made in Urist McMarathonMiner's honor. We put cavies down it and they exploded when they hit the magma and died of bleeding to death. Good times.
Post by: Hanslanda on December 13, 2012, 12:55:57 am
I was in France for some reason. For another reason, my first girlfriend was there too. As the dream opens up, we go into a hotel room. And uh, we do it. >.> This is only the beginning. Oh god. D:
We do it, and seperate for awhile. Later, I'm talking to her, and she gets mad at me. Really mad. She goes to the cops, and tells them I raped her. Oh fuuuuuck. They don't do anything yet, and I don't know she told them this. I continue on with whatever daily activities I do in my dreams. A guy I keep talking to, who seems cool, finally stops me one day, and says, "You need to come with me."
Wierd.
I go with him, and I enter a room with another man, and a woman. All in suits, including the one guy that brought me here. He has a little report, which he starts reading from. It's my 'first girlfriend's police report, talking about how I raped her. Which I didn't. Consensual =/= rape. The guy says, "I am utterly sickened that I liked you as a person, after reading these words. I cannot believe you would be the kind of person to do this."
I quite logically reply, "I didn't do this. I swear to you, I didn't rape her."
Well, they obviously don't go for this. After much arguing and pleading on my behalf, they finally are convinced of my innocence, but apparently I'm to be punished anyway, so they decide to send me to prison.
And that's where the dream ends.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on December 13, 2012, 07:09:12 am
Post by: Xantalos on December 13, 2012, 11:57:18 am
-snippity-...Holy crap.
Post by: Jellycat12 on December 13, 2012, 12:15:05 pm
Post by: Ultimuh on December 13, 2012, 03:41:23 pm
And I always check them whenever I wake up, just to see if they are still there.
The weird part is that it's never the upper row of teeth that it happens to.
Post by: DrPoo on December 13, 2012, 03:49:14 pm
I've looked through the thread and found out that there are quite a lot of lucid dreamers here. That's weird, I thought it was some very rare and exceptional phenomena.
Its very common once you learn how to do it.
Mainly focus on dream recall and signs.
I dunno i just do it. Dont overdo it, thats the secret. Just let it come to you.
I have heard really awesome people can control it later. Just start easy and build up.
Post by: Ultimuh on December 13, 2012, 03:51:29 pm
I've looked through the thread and found out that there are quite a lot of lucid dreamers here. That's weird, I thought it was some very rare and exceptional phenomena.
Its very common once you learn how to do it.
Mainly focus on dream recall and signs.
I dunno i just do it. Dont overdo it, thats the secret. Just let it come to you.
I have heard really awesome people can control it later. Just start easy and build up.
I can controll some some of my dreams to a certain extent.
However they easily spin into weirdness territory and often becomes blurry, thus making me wake up.
Post by: DrPoo on December 13, 2012, 03:57:30 pm
I've looked through the thread and found out that there are quite a lot of lucid dreamers here. That's weird, I thought it was some very rare and exceptional phenomena.
Its very common once you learn how to do it.
Mainly focus on dream recall and signs.
I dunno i just do it. Dont overdo it, thats the secret. Just let it come to you.
I have heard really awesome people can control it later. Just start easy and build up.
I can controll some some of my dreams to a certain extent.
However they easily spin into weirdness territory and often becomes blurry, thus making me wake up.
That really requires some concentration. Its weird, for me its like poking around in the darkness with my mind if you get what i mean. Probing for what stabilises its weird.
Like turning on nonexistantial dials.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 13, 2012, 04:08:20 pm
I've looked through the thread and found out that there are quite a lot of lucid dreamers here. That's weird, I thought it was some very rare and exceptional phenomena.I dreamt of riding a giant flightless bird yesterday. Attacking cyclists with my avian steed.
It was glorious.
Still, not full control. I was hoping for velociraptors. It's a start though.
Post by: OREOSOME on December 13, 2012, 04:08:33 pm
Basically, I was some sort of squid or alien or something, and I was at the bottom of the ocean, in a shipwreck of some sort. I remember going through the small wreck, doing some sort of maintenance or something. Then, A sound came from outside. Humans. They found the wreck, and quickly set up a research outpost inside the cave the Shipwreck was somehow located. Cue them attempting to break through the damaged hull of the ship. Nothing. Except, after a while, one is able to open it up a bit. I observe the human, slinking through the watery tubes of the ship. The others continue inspections, and I slowly do... something, not quite sure what, but one dies. They seem worried, and wish to leave, so I block the cave entrance off. They are trapped there, with just one rifle. It would take them a week to get the entrance unblocked. And it continues with them still investigating and stuff, until... they enter the cortex of the ship. This simply would not do, so I speed up the process of killing them off. 2 die, and the one with the rifle is about to either shoot and kill me, or I kill him. Not sure, because that's where it ends, and I wake up.
EDIT: I just realized that it sorta resembles Sphere, by Michael Crichton. And now I am also tempted to make a Fort in the Postapocalypse loosely based on it and this dream now.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on December 13, 2012, 04:33:58 pm
Its very common once you learn how to do it.
Mainly focus on dream recall and signs.
I dunno i just do it. Dont overdo it, thats the secret. Just let it come to you.
I have heard really awesome people can control it later. Just start easy and build up.
Controlling own dreams (to an extent) sounds awesome. Having to deal with sleep paralysis along with nightmarish hallucinations from time to time kinda nullifies the awesomeness.
Still, I'll try to log whatever the hell I see in my dreams.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 13, 2012, 04:44:05 pm
Controlling own dreams (to an extent) sounds awesome. Having to deal with sleep paralysis along with nightmarish hallucinations from time to time kinda nullifies the awesomeness.I quite enjoyed my nightmarish visions.
Post by: DrPoo on December 13, 2012, 04:45:04 pm
Its very common once you learn how to do it.
Mainly focus on dream recall and signs.
I dunno i just do it. Dont overdo it, thats the secret. Just let it come to you.
I have heard really awesome people can control it later. Just start easy and build up.
Controlling own dreams (to an extent) sounds awesome. Having to deal with sleep paralysis along with nightmarish hallucinations from time to time kinda nullifies the awesomeness.
Still, I'll try to log whatever the hell I see in my dreams.
Your mind is basically configured for WILDing. Wich is abusing theese images to slingshot straight into dream.
Check out Dreamviews wild tutorials.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on December 13, 2012, 06:00:57 pm
I haven't really done any lucid dreaming. I was interested in it, but I stopped trying after a while. All these posts make me reconsider.
I do seem to recall dreams better than other people I know, at least according to their comments.
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As for recent dreams, last night there was this fuzzy sorta dream I seemed know was set at school. The details aren't as clear as some other dreams, I was more focusing on the fact that I was making friendly conversation with an incredibly beautiful and intelligent girl from school...who also happened to be wearing only a two-piece bikini. Dream logic obviously made this seem perfectly normal.
Oddly enough there was no real moment in the dream where it got...y'know...sexaytiems or anything like that. Not even the slightest thought of sexual desire, only multiple conscious impressions that she is perfect in every way and wearing a bikini. It was like how someone would admire a piece of art for it's beauty and not solely because he wanted to bang it.
I woke up feeling very happy and satisfied with both myself and life in general. It was a very refreshing change of pace from the usual.
Post by: Xantalos on December 15, 2012, 01:20:49 am
Post by: MaximumZero on December 15, 2012, 02:51:58 am
Huh. The only time I've come close to lucid dreaming myself is by stoppng sexyteims from happening in my dreams. They'll be about to commence and then I'll realize what's happening, and: 'Nope. *reality warp* *no longer in sexual circumstances*'BOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Post by: Leatra on December 15, 2012, 06:25:38 am
It was a lot different than how I imagined it. For starters, we had a timer. We also would die because of the death of our souls, not because of the death of our world. So it was instant and painless. I was outside and there were a lot of people crying, running around and stuff. I just wanted to die in peace and quiet. I found an elevator (in the middle of a street) and got in. There were two other people, dressed up like soldiers, who probably wanted to die in peace like me. On the wall, there was an electronic timer that showed us how many seconds were left until the end of the world. The elevator was peaceful, maybe too peaceful. Probably the other guys felt this too so we broke the horrifying silence. We made a little dramatic chit-chat about something I don't remember and we all died peacefully. The fact that I KNEW (somehow) that there was only nothingness in death didn't make it easier. Oh man, even in a dream, those last 10 seconds lasted a lifetime. That fear was nothing like any other nightmare I have seen.
After I died... Bang! I'm in the 17. century. WTF happened? End of the world + Time travel + Reincarnation = My dream. It doesn't end here. It appears I had a total of 3 different lifes with my soul, which appears to be still 'alive'. I learn this after my third death. When I start my fourth life (as a grown up man), I see a soldier (probably the one from the elevator) who wants me to deliver a letter to someone. Too bad I can't remember the rest.
Huh. The only time I've come close to lucid dreaming myself is by stoppng sexyteims from happening in my dreams. They'll be about to commence and then I'll realize what's happening, and: 'Nope. *reality warp* *no longer in sexual circumstances*'BAH! Some people learn lucid dreaming just to do the opposite of that!
Post by: miauw62 on December 15, 2012, 06:54:34 am
I can also remember nearly posting "I don't know if i should be flattered or sad".
Post by: Guardian G.I. on December 15, 2012, 07:23:47 am
I dreamed that someone made a list of the biggest pricks on b12, and i was 9th.Do you remember the first person on the list? :P
I can also remember nearly posting "I don't know if i should be flattered or sad".
Post by: Vattic on December 15, 2012, 07:28:37 am
I woke facing the wall with my back to the room with a constant screeching noise. It was very loud despite wearing earplugs. I couldn't move anything but my eyes. The usual sense of horror rose in me but I calmed some realising it was just sleep paralysis. Then I could feel someone close their hot breath on my ear which panicked me. I realised it was my dad and then he spoke saying "If you don't turn around your mother is going to die" but it was not a threat but a warning. He said nothing more but I could still feel his breath. Slowly this all faded away, I regained control of my body, and calmed down.
Sleep paralysis induced hallucination check list:
| visual (sight) auditory (hearing) olfactory (smell) gustatory (taste) tactile (touch) proprioceptive (position and force of body parts) equilibrioceptive (balance) nociceptive (pain) thermoceptivechronoceptive (temperature) chronoceptive (time) | ■ Yes ■ Unsure ■ No |
Visual - I saw a huge black shape looming over me.
Auditory - I've heard screeching, someone else breathing, and speaking.
Tactile - My dog bit me on my arm, and had the feeling of someone breathing on my ear.
Thermoceptivechronoceptive - I could feel the warmth of the breath.
Chronoceptive - It seems to go on forever but I know it doesn't. I've heard family perform simple short tasks while it's happening but it still seems to take ages to pass.
I'm not sure about proprioceptive and equilibrioceptive hallucinations. The first ever time it happened I woke thinking I was crushing my dog under me. I could feel him bellow me panicking. He bit my arm. I felt like I was falling onto him crushing him in slow motion. There was nothing under me and I was flat on my back so it could count but I'm not sure.
One missing hallucination, who's name I can't find, is where you get the feeling someone or something is there in the room without any other indication of their presence. I haven't had this but I've been told this one is really common during sleep paralysis.
Post by: miauw62 on December 15, 2012, 07:40:56 am
Nope. I only remember that i was 9th.I dreamed that someone made a list of the biggest pricks on b12, and i was 9th.Do you remember the first person on the list? :P
I can also remember nearly posting "I don't know if i should be flattered or sad".
Post by: Aseaheru on December 15, 2012, 09:00:33 am
1 was involving starwars the clonewars for some reason, turning into minecraft and then DayZ...
the second was some really odd verson of the sims 3 with lots of crazyness.
am i insane?
Post by: miauw62 on December 15, 2012, 09:44:22 am
Post by: Pnx on December 15, 2012, 01:11:20 pm
Post by: Jellycat12 on December 15, 2012, 01:21:41 pm
:'(
Post by: ShaneBane on December 15, 2012, 03:51:35 pm
Then I woke up (still in the dream) and found Heartless, which I quickly took out, before I really woke up.
Post by: Aseaheru on December 15, 2012, 03:55:21 pm
Post by: Jellycat12 on December 15, 2012, 03:57:26 pm
I dreamt that some wizard teleported me inside Dwarf Fortress and that I had to face some mad person who had killed 3000 people, whose name was, odd as it was, Shane Engiabo ("Newman"). I had nothing but clothing, so I headed out to an abandoned fortress, found an obsidian sword, and headed to a weird town called Swordgloved. Then I encounted the Shane Engiabo guy, and I threw the sword at him, decapitating him so violently that the entire town was covered in blood. However, his corpse still attacked me! I managed to evade enough times so that I could (somehow) grab his sword and use Magic Hour (a Limit Break from the Kingdom Hearts games), which destroyed him. Then I made up my own Limit Break named "Rat Technique of Sword of Pisces" which destroyed the entire town.Wait.
Then I woke up (still in the dream) and found Heartless, which I quickly took out, before I really woke up.
"Rat Technique of Sword of Pisces"Wat.
Post by: Valid_Dark on December 15, 2012, 04:29:13 pm
it's like, the line going to the waterslide was a waterslide that went up, then you get to the top and go down the wateslide, which deposites at the bottom of a 40 foot pool. then I found a plastic turtle floating at the top of the pool so I swam to it only to realize it was plastic, then I made out with a girl I haven't seen in like 5 years. the end.
Post by: DrPoo on December 15, 2012, 05:58:37 pm
Post by: ShaneBane on December 16, 2012, 07:24:19 am
If I had to guess, the weird name is related to not only the weapon used, but also my zodiac signs. I'm a Pisces, and my Chinese zodiac sign is Rat."Rat Technique of Sword of Pisces"Wat.
Anyway, on-topic, this morning, I had dreamt that an anvil fell on my head and killed me. On 25 February.
...
That doesn't sound like a good birthday present D:
Post by: Jellycat12 on December 16, 2012, 10:19:41 am
Really? Well, I'm a Pisces too. Isn't that so nice.If I had to guess, the weird name is related to not only the weapon used, but also my zodiac signs. I'm a Pisces, and my Chinese zodiac sign is Rat."Rat Technique of Sword of Pisces"Wat.
Anyway, I dreamed. Again.
I was in Minecraft, and I kept appearing surrounded by these red-brown humanoid things and dying. Then I saw an escape route and fled to a store. I entered and was suddenly twelve years old and looking for an axe. I found one and stole it, getting into a car and driving away. A few minutes later I was pulled over by the police and found out that my little sister (who was suddenly in the car) has a bounty on her head. Then I was suddenly walking down the forest from my last dream, except it was spring, and a herd of Stantler ran past and revealed a hidden cave. Then I woke up.
Maybe I'll get to explore it tonight?
Post by: Itnetlolor on December 16, 2012, 01:57:01 pm
All my weird dreams have got me thinking. Am I visiting different partitions of my soul? I mean, this crazy artistic city with that glorious centerpiece, that could be my artistic center, that strange observational physics-defying temple (where smooth feels rough, and rough feels smooth, and the unbalanceable is the most balanced, and etc.) is my willpower, or something, "The Concourse" is all my past lives (include the many other strays walking the many other cities and worlds of my spirit), which explains why they all know me so well (I must've lived millions of past lives or something, there were so many people there, of all kinds, breeds, species, and races; and they all felt familiar to me, like a long-lost sibling, or a fragment of my soul; The Concourse itself was also a melting pot of environments with portals to all different worlds, times, and dimensions; I think I used to be various gods at times as well, or something, because some of these beings I couldn't see all of, and some were in a flatter space looking to me as if I was a god myself in my normal form). Strangely enough, in The Concourse, I had quick and easy access to my Heaven (my many homes I claimed to be the best of homes (all ideal times of my many hometowns and such, including current life's), Hell (Custom built to punish myself for things I KNOW I really deserve for things I have done; even the Devil applauded at how well I built it, it even out-did him.), and Purgatory (Think of a procedurally-generated endless beach, and it varies depending on your progress of finding oneself, current feelings and such, and what you may need or at times, or want. I chose a beach because I get the most thinking and soul-searching done on it, and it's a pleasant landscape to walk across, and I can go an eternity on one, and not mind it so much; plus, when I take a break from all the walking, I can stop by a rest stop/cabana, rent a boat, kayak, or a surfboard, or take a dive into the ocean for a few moments. I can also keep myself busy building sand castles, doing sand art, or collecting shells, go fishing, and if I choose to do so, use them as symbols of my spiritual progress. Personally, I love my purgatory, how I designed it. Much like Purgatory should be, it's the most neutral environment I can think of for doing some deep thinking.).
Speaking of Purgatory, maybe I don't mind death so much, because I planned for it, so I pre-determined what I come to post-mortem. My hypothesis why so many people claim there's nothing but darkness after death is because they believe in that, and... well, be careful what you wish for, I guess. The reason people go to Heaven or Hell or Purgatory is because of their beliefs, and their sub-conscious determines their fate. After all, we are our own worst enemy/critic; so essentially, we put ourselves where we claim to deserve after death; and that includes reincarnations... possibly. An interesting thought, if you die, and are no longer limited by the bindings of reality, and are essentially your own personal god, then why don't you imagine yourself out of your darkness or Hell you put yourself into in the first place? Personally, this is why I retain my faith no matter what; mostly to not accidentally screw myself out of a good ending for myself.
Sorry if this derails anything, but this is what came to mind when I reflect back on my dreams and dream worlds/universes. I mean, funny enough, transporting to various environments and etc. within my dream-verse involves all kinds of crazy ways from countless sources from books (Myst) to TARDISes (Doctor Who) to just closing my eyes (What Dream May Come). Now I wonder, how old am I overall? I mean, to have THAT much flexibility and forethought, I must be at least several-million years old, and I chose my current life purely out of laziness.
Post by: Xantalos on December 16, 2012, 02:07:06 pm
Post by: anzki4 on December 16, 2012, 02:18:40 pm
My dreams tend to be me wondering around some place that might or might not exist and observing things happening around there. Me or anyone else on my dreams barely ever talk and there certainly aren't any coherent storylines. Transitions between places are instant but never jarring. During the dream it seems just natural that I teleported to a completely different situation. Settings on my dreams are generally also pretty mundane, although I can recall plenty of exceptions for that.
Post by: Jellycat12 on December 16, 2012, 02:22:36 pm
Post by: Graknorke on December 16, 2012, 02:39:15 pm
Because huge rush of brain drugs all at once. That's got to be pretty damn amazing.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on December 16, 2012, 02:39:54 pm
-snip-Apparently you have a great imagination, live an interesting life or have a great imagination and live an interesting life at the same time! That's great! (for you :()
I've dreamed about two things today: about playing a strange version of GTA San Andreas (which was different from the real-life game: this one was more arcade-y and looked like a GTA 2 remake) and about seeing a news report about the classified information revealing the location of secret US underground bunkers beneath the Korean Demilitarized Zone being leaked to Iranian mass media.
My dreams are very dull.
Post by: Itnetlolor on December 16, 2012, 03:32:47 pm
What gets really insane is that, in a sense, I actually understand what Professor Farnsworth means about how he gets his invention ideas and such from his dreams. I mean, I came up with a design for an airship the size of a battleship that can freaking power-slide in mid-air, to get a better angle with a fixed-beam primary weapon, and keep it locked onto it's target while flying at high speeds (with kinaesthetic/lucid dreaming, that gets really fun to ride; I play some Dukes of Hazzard for my crew when we start doing crazy maneuvers with the thing like that). All of it can be built with today's technology, and some from roughly 100 years from now. How it can fly utilizes a deeper understanding of Crystal and Lode-bearing technology (essentially, rock and supernatural technology, equivalent to magic; some of the computers are even psychic machines, in which you must have esper quality to operate them equivalent to today's computers; crystal ball? More like a crystal solid-state CPU with quantum-processing capabilities (Crystal skulls are more like complete crystaline computers, must be like an archmage to operate something so utterly complex and powerful); and that's just to operate the warp technology, the 4-dμ (or 4-dmu (4-dimensional manipulator unit; cuts through our current space/time)); still working on ideas of how to make a 7-dμ (bypasses all spaces and times and space/times within them) work, and even upgrade that to an 11-dμ (anything else below that level; all probabilities and so forth); may require supernatural minerals like Deus-cite (God Mineral/metal) (cuts through adamantium like it's warm butter; can cut to quantum levels, and dense enough to have Schröedinger immunity and withstand anti-probability attacks) to harness such power.
Post by: Starver on December 16, 2012, 03:36:53 pm
For me it's really weird that some of you have so complex plots on your dreams.
I wouldn't call mine 'plots', but complex, yes. Which makes recounting them difficult. There's trying to connect the (perhaps not-intended-to-be) various elements together into a narrative, but also the difficulty of even remembering the bits.
Some of the elements are frequent re-occurers, in one form or another. They're easy to remember (and, when remembered, remember the context of). But the other night I had a dream where periodically I'd get a weird 'jingle' (for the BBC, in the style of a 1940s 'jolly posh people song', for want of a better description) playing itself over the action. It was nothing like any actual jingle that I can recall from RL and it seemed intrinsic to the situation... but why?
Last night (I think, if it wasn't the night before) I had a dream where there were four artists (I think, that included myself) in a house, and I was apparently annoying one of them. The elderly lady who lived in the upstairs flat had to go in and out of a door that I also used, but kept locking behind me, locking her in/out, respectively. (Actually, it turned out that she was more peeved at me being an artist who wanted to be arty. When I revealed that I'd rather just see what everyone else 'artified', she was much happier. And didn't even mention the locked door situation.) But there's so many other details to the dream that I can't recall that could perhaps be much more important in either entertainment or interpretation terms. (Depending on what you look for.)
And I had told myself I wouldn't post such long rambling dream descriptions, any more (there's more than enough other stories going on here, and I'm not sure I'm adding much), but looks like I broke my own embargo, just there. ;)
Post by: Guardian G.I. on December 16, 2012, 03:39:55 pm
What gets really insane is that, in a sense, I actually understand what Professor Farnsworth means about how he gets his invention ideas and such from his dreams. I mean, I came up with a design for an airship the size of a battleship that can freaking power-slide in mid-air, to get a better angle with a fixed-beam primary weapon, and keep it locked onto it's target while flying at high speeds (with kinaesthetic/lucid dreaming, that gets really fun to ride; I play some Dukes of Hazzard for my crew when we start doing crazy maneuvers with the thing like that). All of it can be built with today's technology, and some from roughly 100 years from now. How it can fly utilizes a deeper understanding of Crystal and Lode-bearing technology (essentially, rock and supernatural technology, equivalent to magic; some of the computers are even psychic machines, in which you must have esper quality to operate them equivalent to today's computers; crystal ball? More like a crystal solid-state CPU with quantum-processing capabilities (Crystal skulls are more like complete crystaline computers, must be like an archmage to operate something so utterly complex and powerful); and that's just to operate the warp technology, the 4-dμ (or 4-dmu (4-dimensional manipulator unit)); still working on ideas of how to make a 7-dμ work, and even upgrade that to an 11-dμ; may require supernatural minerals like Deus-cite (God Mineral/metal) (cuts through adamantium like it's warm butter; can cut to quantum levels, and dense enough to have Schröedinger immunity and withstand anti-probability attacks) to harness such power.
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Post by: Itnetlolor on December 16, 2012, 03:41:53 pm
Even I don't quite understand it all myself; but it's crazy-advanced, to the point magic actually makes sense as a form of technology and science in itself (essentially magitek). To-o-o-ons of technobabble like that is to be expected. Kinda helps to watch the 2nd season of Gurern Lagaan to understand it a bit more (similar technobabble is used in certain situations).What gets really insane is that, in a sense, I actually understand what Professor Farnsworth means about how he gets his invention ideas and such from his dreams. I mean, I came up with a design for an airship the size of a battleship that can freaking power-slide in mid-air, to get a better angle with a fixed-beam primary weapon, and keep it locked onto it's target while flying at high speeds (with kinaesthetic/lucid dreaming, that gets really fun to ride; I play some Dukes of Hazzard for my crew when we start doing crazy maneuvers with the thing like that). All of it can be built with today's technology, and some from roughly 100 years from now. How it can fly utilizes a deeper understanding of Crystal and Lode-bearing technology (essentially, rock and supernatural technology, equivalent to magic; some of the computers are even psychic machines, in which you must have esper quality to operate them equivalent to today's computers; crystal ball? More like a crystal solid-state CPU with quantum-processing capabilities (Crystal skulls are more like complete crystaline computers, must be like an archmage to operate something so utterly complex and powerful); and that's just to operate the warp technology, the 4-dμ (or 4-dmu (4-dimensional manipulator unit)); still working on ideas of how to make a 7-dμ work, and even upgrade that to an 11-dμ; may require supernatural minerals like Deus-cite (God Mineral/metal) (cuts through adamantium like it's warm butter; can cut to quantum levels, and dense enough to have Schröedinger immunity and withstand anti-probability attacks) to harness such power.??? ??? ??? ??? ???
EDIT:
Come and think of it; regarding the image response, I could have been a Time Lord in a past life.
Post by: dei on December 17, 2012, 02:25:18 am
It goes in a journal that I then present to a therapist so I can get some counseling. Either way I have more nightmares when I have flashbacks - and one of my roommates is getting very sexual with his computer. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry and hug my Mr. Wrinkles plush.
Post by: MaximumZero on December 17, 2012, 11:57:15 am
Post by: Haspen on December 17, 2012, 12:03:28 pm
Turkey conquered much of Middle East, including Israel. US shook fist at them at UN meeting, Turkey's official response was 'fuck you', and 3rd World War started.
That's all I really remember about it. Woke up as amused as I was worried.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on December 17, 2012, 12:48:56 pm
My dream today:What side did the Russians take?
Turkey conquered much of Middle East, including Israel. US shook fist at them at UN meeting, Turkey's official response was 'fuck you', and 3rd World War started.
That's all I really remember about it. Woke up as amused as I was worried.
Post by: Haspen on December 17, 2012, 01:49:01 pm
Post by: Jellycat12 on December 17, 2012, 02:50:43 pm
It snowed, school was cancelled.WHY? WHY CAN'T THESE DREAMS BE REEEEAL?!?!?!
Then I woke up.
Post by: anzki4 on December 17, 2012, 03:41:44 pm
Post by: Guardian G.I. on December 17, 2012, 11:20:23 pm
I went back to the fourth floor, only to bump into my classmates, who were dressing up. They shouted something like "Hey! Don't just stand there, come here!". I responded "Yeah, I'm going!" and thought "Something's wrong here". I did a reality check and found out that I was actually dreaming, but I woke up soon after that.
I'm not sure if my actions were conscious or not, but at least I can reality check (apparently)
Post by: Haspen on December 18, 2012, 03:20:22 am
My PC began to go funky so I turned off the harddrive, the case, and my ram degraded to vga3, whatever that means. But everything turned out okay in a second.
Next part of the dream I was in medieval fantasy village and everyone was looking like bing 2D from anime. First, I helped a gang of Self-Righteous Gunwielding Rebels against a group of bandits, who had gravimancer in their midst and when said gravimancer flipped the house to one side, the SRGR leader got shot, and I had to run.
Then I saw a friend of my friend, almost completely nude, being sold as sex slave to some man in Prussian-looking military uniform, and the two drove away in a fancy limo, so I vowed to the grandmother of that friend that I won't allow her second son to be taken.
Then I was rummaging in bushes when I met a young, scantily-clad girl necromancer who tried to tame two werewolf-vampire kids. We had to hide because Grand Inquisitor was passing by, but one of the werewolf kids developed allergy to grass, began sneezing and we were found out. Yet again I had to run whilst the trio battled the Grand Inquisitor on a grassy field.
Night came, and I found a wounded bunny. I picked it up, found a nest of foxes and thrown bunny inside, and then watched as a herd of young foxes shred and devoured the poor bunny alive.
As the night passed, I went back to village, and threw few rotten vegetables against a rebel tied to a pole, because why not. I came back to the grandmother lady, with her help, we began to distill ambergris from coconut oil and honey, which is totally not what you call ambergris (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ambergris) at all.
We sold first batch for 15 golden coins to the local militia leader (more like a thug, really). However, we understood we might not make it (youngest son's price was estimated at 25 golden coins), so I gave away my clothes to the youngest son of the grandmother lady, and said son escaped the village (he later bumped onto few remaining SRGR goons and they helped him out).
As we were preparing another batch of ambergris for selling, the grandmother got agitated. When I asked her, she began to whisper "The Matrix! Matrix is coming! You have to wake up!" Everything started to rumble as if there was earthquake...
And guess what, my alarm clock woke me up next moment. I thiiiink I have to sleep without this thing on or I will never get through my dreams fully :-\
Post by: dei on December 19, 2012, 11:30:38 am
Strangely this wasn't a nightmare. It just left me wanting blueberry pancakes with tons of buttery syrup.
Post by: Caz on December 19, 2012, 05:52:39 pm
Post by: Leatra on December 19, 2012, 06:36:21 pm
Post by: dei on December 19, 2012, 06:59:50 pm
I do remember that I had a dream that I was in a ghetto once and there was some pretty bad acid rain pouring down on me. I then ended up fighting tentacle monsters with fireballs in a back alleyway. I think that was when I was still playing HellMOO, as sometimes if I play certain games enough I will start dreaming about them.
It was the same with Dwarf Fortress. When the 2010 version came out I had dream after dream about managing a bunch of drunken midgets trying to make a fortress in a chalk mine that was just above a raging river. And I dreamed these dreams in ASCII. I still wonder to this day if it somehow related to the whole Tetris syndrome phenomenom and if that was what I was experiencing with my Dwarf Fortress dreams, or if I just really loved Dwarf Fortress.
Post by: Caz on December 19, 2012, 07:16:34 pm
Well, I don't think we enforce a rule that doesn't allow people to write any other dreams than their last dream but it would be kinda long if you post your whole journal here. So, give us your best dreams!
Haha, yeah, I think if I posted it all the thread would break. Been journalling dreams for the last 5 years or so. Once you do it for awhile you start remembering dreams every day and they get real lengthy and more contiguous (idk how else to call it, but the images don't shift as much like dropping into a new story for no reason). I'll see if I can rustle up some of the more interesting ones. Lately they're all boring versions of "here is an axe for your head!" though.
Post by: Mageziya on December 19, 2012, 09:03:07 pm
There are two dreams that really stand out to me. The first of these, I was on the roof of my house. However, the roof was massive, and terraced at parts. On the side facing the backyard, there was a door frame and two very crappy windows to the right of it. I entered the room, it was rectangular, with the long side being the side with the windows and door frame. What was odd about the room was, well, it was completely coated in thick algae. Algae like that you find floating at the top of ponds, the thick bubbly stuff. The room smelled horrible (Yes, I stimulated my sense of smell in a DREAM. Nothing smelt like it around me.) and I felt like I was suffocating. I think I then fell to the ground and proceeded to wake up.
In another later dream, I had some how managed to clean out the room. But, there was a door in the back of the room. I felt like I had to go through it, but I was absolutely terrified. I was afraid the door to the outside would close. I don't remember much else of that dream, but I am pretty sure I didn't go through the door.
Those were the two that stand out the most to me. I remember some other dreams from around that time. One was where I was riding on a bus, at predawn where everything is tinted blue. I remember lightning strikes occurring to the sides of the bus. The same night, slightly before hand, I was on some weird cloud plane, overlooking what seemed like earth, with a small cloud rectangle slightly above, all in the predawn blue tint. Another time I remember seeing a city be nuked. Instead of blowing up, or a fire ball, just the ground was disturbed, moving in a wave giving off heat streams. Later that dream I remember an underground bunker with a mad AI surrounded by glass.
Been awhile since I had interesting dreams like these.
Post by: Xantalos on December 19, 2012, 09:26:01 pm
Essentially what Leatra said. Whichever dreams you want to post here, DOO EET. FOR TEH GUOD OF ALL BAY12.Well, I don't think we enforce a rule that doesn't allow people to write any other dreams than their last dream but it would be kinda long if you post your whole journal here. So, give us your best dreams!
Haha, yeah, I think if I posted it all the thread would break. Been journalling dreams for the last 5 years or so. Once you do it for awhile you start remembering dreams every day and they get real lengthy and more contiguous (idk how else to call it, but the images don't shift as much like dropping into a new story for no reason). I'll see if I can rustle up some of the more interesting ones. Lately they're all boring versions of "here is an axe for your head!" though.
Post by: Hanslanda on December 19, 2012, 10:49:40 pm
Post by: Euld on December 20, 2012, 01:06:04 am
Pardon me while I go crazy? o_O
Post by: miauw62 on December 20, 2012, 06:52:03 am
I was the protaganist in a pokemon-esque game, and I had to do a fight that I tried a few times before etc. I won by clever use of pokemon types. Then suddenly, the arena was a place vaguely resembling my school, and I was on a bike. There were kids with lightsabers, but one of them wouldn't work, so I gave the kid that had the malfunctioning lightsaber a lift on my bike to the capital of the Roman Empire, and then I was Julius Caesar and told the kid about my journeys.
Wut.
Post by: UristMcAwesome on December 20, 2012, 07:36:34 am
My latest one was of me apparently being the leader of the world, and outlawing reproduction of those with IQ's under 125.
Sounds kind of hitler-esque, now that I think about it. Sterilization and all.
ALTHOUGH; A generation of only intellectually superior people...
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 20, 2012, 08:49:06 am
[1] There was no food, only delicious hot drinks.
[2] A pizza delivery guy was driving over our fences.
[2] My neighbour was a builder.
[4] There were people living in my house who've never set foot in it before.
[5] All of my things were dumped unceremonially in a pile by the front door.
[6] I was holding a book I had already read <- This is what prompted me to realize I was dreaming. First dream where I said out loud I was dreaming too. Aw yeah, victorly.
(Oh and there is no 3)
Post by: Guardian G.I. on December 20, 2012, 10:51:29 am
So I was in my house going through my normal weekday morning routine, except with a few oddities.Did you wake up immediately after realizing that you were dreaming?
[1] There was no food, only delicious hot drinks.
[2] A pizza delivery guy was driving over our fences.
[2] My neighbour was a builder.
[4] There were people living in my house who've never set foot in it before.
[5] All of my things were dumped unceremonially in a pile by the front door.
[6] I was holding a book I had already read <- This is what prompted me to realize I was dreaming. First dream where I said out loud I was dreaming too. Aw yeah, victorly.
(Oh and there is no 3)
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 20, 2012, 10:54:38 am
Not quite immediately. Guy from [4] stared at me with a puzzled look and I decided to exit stage right. Then dream ends.So I was in my house going through my normal weekday morning routine, except with a few oddities.Did you wake up immediately after realizing that you were dreaming?
[1] There was no food, only delicious hot drinks.
[2] A pizza delivery guy was driving over our fences.
[2] My neighbour was a builder.
[4] There were people living in my house who've never set foot in it before.
[5] All of my things were dumped unceremonially in a pile by the front door.
[6] I was holding a book I had already read <- This is what prompted me to realize I was dreaming. First dream where I said out loud I was dreaming too. Aw yeah, victorly.
(Oh and there is no 3)
Post by: miauw62 on December 20, 2012, 10:57:58 am
So I was in my house going through my normal weekday morning routine, except with a few oddities.That's an intresting RTD you got there.
[1] There was no food, only delicious hot drinks.
[2] A pizza delivery guy was driving over our fences.
[2] My neighbour was a builder.
[4] There were people living in my house who've never set foot in it before.
[5] All of my things were dumped unceremonially in a pile by the front door.
[6] I was holding a book I had already read <- This is what prompted me to realize I was dreaming. First dream where I said out loud I was dreaming too. Aw yeah, victorly.
(Oh and there is no 3)
Post by: dei on December 20, 2012, 05:04:58 pm
I apparently had unlocked said achievements and gotten the code for doing such a thing in said game that doesn't exist outside of a text-based format in real-life. Now I both really want to start sewing again and also see if that lazy prick has finally updated said game solely so I can play it for a hundred hours as a god damn blogger that does nothing but study, practice judo and surf the internet in her spare time. Either way what the fuck?
Post by: Caz on December 20, 2012, 05:22:53 pm
the girl kept asking for different foods and she was like that mexican from the tacos advert XD (the "why can't we have both?" meme one. and she wanted weird stuff i didn't have etc. i looked in fridge and was in my family's house somehow, my aunt came in and had a hangover. there was budweiser in the fridge and cans of other beer o-o
i skipped to this page where it seemed people were looking for her but it was like the terminator thriller movie style. i tried talking to this girl but she started saying very disturbing things and i was like 'wrtf is this shit' and bawling my eyes out. then she keeps trying to kill me because she thinks if she doesnt i'll abandon her and i realised she was completely MELTED in the head from being in the pedo-ring thingo. i was talking with someone and we had like 1. muddle through 2. find someone else to do the job 3. suicide o-o and I fell into a gta-like game where I had 8 mins on the clock to run from police. police cars kept jumping out the sky etc but i was good as escaping. jumped into a taxi and drove to the edge where less spawned in an empty field.
then I dropped into this abandoned 'silent hill/hills have eyes' type village in the west and there's monsters that hid in the shadows with masks carved out of tanned flesh except for the eye holes. I dropped into another dream along a long train track and I was with someone, it was like abandoned tunnels for a subway system. We didn't get to the turning point on the tunnel but I knew beyond it was palm trees and a calm greek-style village pub o-o
Post by: miauw62 on December 22, 2012, 05:37:42 am
Post by: DrPoo on December 22, 2012, 08:29:34 am
Though, tonight i dreamt about visitting my really good buddy, we played Europa Universalis III and shit.
Post by: Leatra on December 22, 2012, 10:37:22 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 22, 2012, 12:27:29 pm
I dreamed about me, killing my ex-girlfriend and cutting her head off. I don't know if it's a bad sign or not.Beheading your ex-girldfriend in dream space is acceptable if her name is Bill and you were wearing a yellow jumpsuit. Or she's the former Queen of France.
Post by: DrPoo on December 22, 2012, 03:50:29 pm
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on December 22, 2012, 04:09:59 pm
Damned dreams.
Post by: Leatra on December 22, 2012, 04:19:26 pm
So, I'm sitting on the beach with a girl I may be interested in (don't really remember) and it's night. I make a few jokes, make her laugh, etc. Then suddenly my ex shows up, kills the girl with something like a machete. Then she throws the machete at me and catch it in mid-air. Then a police spots us, with the bloody machete in my hand. I panic and I run into a bungalow nearby. I get in from the window and to the bedroom. I notice a girl, wearing a bikini. When she notices me, with a bloody machete in my hand, she starts screaming. I try to shut her up but she doesn't listen. Before her screams attract the cop, I slash her throat and hide in the wardrobe. My ex-girlfriend enters the wardrobe and hides too, which makes me angry. Cop comes, checks the corpse, takes a look around and leaves like everything is fine. He kinda acts like a guard from Oblivion or Skyrim. Anyway, after he leaves the bungalow, my ex and I come out of the wardrobe. My ex says "heh, that was close" or something like that. She is acting like nothing happened. I get angry and stab her in the chest. Then I behead her and throw her head from the window.
Post by: Leatra on December 22, 2012, 04:51:25 pm
Last night's dream was about a zombie apocalypse at my dorm. I was trying to rescue someone mostly undefined during it, but the cops were for some reason trying desperately to kill her despite the situation. So I tried to kill them back but they killed me. Twice.
Damned dreams.
Hey, excuse the double post but I just remembered a zombie apocalypse dream I had. It's more like a new universe though, kinda like The Walking Dead meets Metro 2033. The thing is, I never saw a zombie in this dream.
The outbreak isn't that big yet. Some neighborhoods are sealed off with barriers and soldiers stationed at the borders. That's how life is like now. These 'neighborhoods' are not that big. It takes around half an hour to walk from one end to another. Neighborhoods are still dangerous because of lack of order and law. There are a few self-proclaimed cops (vigilantes wearing a cop clothing) and that's all. Neighborhoods are crawling with muggers, insane people, infected people who are hiding it and unnoticed corpses which are not burned. There aren't many vehicles because fuel is more valuable than gold now and it's usually used for generators. Traveling from a neighborhood to another is difficult but not impossible. The border around neighborhoods are mostly clean but there are a lot of zombies around the abandoned neighborhoods.
I live at the neighborhood which I used to visit everyday when I was going to the elementary school. I think most of my family is dead, only my dad alive. I'm out in the street, with a big serrated machete in my hand. It's not unusual for people to carry weapons. Anyway, I'm going to visit a diner, just across the elementary school I used to go. They make the best hamburgers. I step inside and ask for two hamburgers. I notice the cook looking at my blade, a little scared. I say something like "Just for defending myself. You never know what's going to happen." and he smiles and nods. However, he looks like he is very scared and he probably thinks I'm mad or something. I go the bathroom and wash my hands. I notice someone acting a little weird. He looks like a hobo and he is standing in the corner of the bathroom. He has severe fever and it sounds like he is whispering to himself. I know people who have the zombie infection has fever and hallucinations. I fear that he is infected but I'm not okay with murdering him just because he has fever. I try to ignore him and wash my hands. He notices me and my machete. He starts shouting like "Are you going to kill me?" and something like that. I try to calm him and tell him that I'm not going to kill him. He runs towards me and pushes me to the ground. He takes my machete, gets down on his knees, and tries to stab me in the head. I catch his arms but I'm not strong enough to stop him from thrusting the blade into my head.
In the end, he kills me by impaling the machete into my skull. I learned two things from this dream. First, carrying a weapon to defend yourself may be the reason of your death. Two, if you suspect someone has a fucking disease that makes them go mad, you better get out of there.
Post by: Lagslayer on December 28, 2012, 08:00:39 pm
The first dream was a couple of weeks ago. It starts with me getting humiliated due to my incompetency. I kill a bunch of people in the area, then somehow fall into a desert. There's this cartoony camel with a fez hat on. He says "balls balls balls balls" over and over again. Then I wake up.
The second dream was last night. My dad, sister, and I were out in some field with a car. I was laying face-up on top of the car, watching the sky. Suddenly, a bear comes and taps my sister on the shoulder. We freak and everyone piles into the car. Cue epic chase. Then we drive into this door into a creepy gray building. Now we are walking around, trying to get through without encountering the horrible, murderous creature within. The creature was vaguely humanoid in shape, but I don't know what it looked like in detail. Regardless, it killed a couple of people before we got out. Suddenly we are at home. It's still night and I'm looking out the back window. A whole shit-ton of rabbits are isolating and cornering some cats. A pack of deer appear and one of the cats attacks them. I open the door to try and scare the rabbits and deer away, but that angers the deer, and they charge the door! Then I wake up.
On a related note, has anyone ever had a bad dream, then rolled over and the dream changes? It happens frequently that a bad dream wakes me up and I roll over on my other side, then it becomes much better. Similarly, if I stay on the same side, the dream continues.
Post by: MaximumZero on December 29, 2012, 01:26:29 am
Post by: penguinofhonor on December 30, 2012, 04:00:16 am
After a bunch of wandering around, I got in a knife fight with some dude in a grocery store. I was like twelve for some reason so I couldn't hope to beat him and just ran around and hid. He came around a corner and I attempted to stab him but he stabbed me in the middle of the chest. It only sank in like an inch because I was holding my knife out and he couldn't get closer to me without stabbing himself.
Then the dream switched. The grocery store was on a huge city-sized space ship and I was participating in a rebellion against the oppressive ruling class. There was a lot of skirmishing and plotting.
Then the dream started to switch again. Richard from Looking For Group was with me and helped us by sacrificing himself to crash a smaller ship into wherever the government was located on the city-ship. I cried because this meant LFG was ending. Really serious crying, too. This is the last thing I remember before waking up.
That's the last time I read comic updates before bed. My mind interrupted a series of crazy action dreams with some shitty self-insert fanfic.
The knife fight dream has made me realize the vast majority of my action dreams are me running for my life from someone who wants to kill me. It's never someone real; it's always some random dude. Maybe it's the same guy.
Post by: Ricky on December 30, 2012, 05:30:58 am
In my dream there was a huge tree. Great Deku Tree huge. Underneath intertwined with the roots is a series of tunnels. The first time I had this dream I found Something hidden in the tunnels. I feel as if it was a huge underground city, maybe the meaning of life. I crawled back to my family to show them. When I tried to find the Something again, I couldnt find it. Then I wake up.
Whenever I dreamt about this again, which happened only once or twice a year, I would always pick up trying to find the Something again. I could never find it. sometimes I would search and think I found it, but never would.
To this day I still wish more than anything to know what that Something is. :(
Post by: Bdthemag on December 30, 2012, 05:35:11 am
Post by: Rilder on December 30, 2012, 06:15:35 am
I had a lucid dream.
'Hang on, I'm dreaming! I wonder what I'll d-'
*wakes up*
Yeah this is what usually happens whenever I lucid dream, sometimes it likes to chain too. "Hey I'm in a lucid dream!" *Wake up* "Wait I'm still in a dream! *Wake up again* "COME ON I'M STILL IN A FUCKING DREAM" *Wake up*
Or occasionally. "Oh shit I'm dreaming wake up, NO I SAID WAKE UP DAMN IT COME ON" *Finally force self awake*
Post by: anailater on December 30, 2012, 09:02:37 am
It revolves around two undescripte actors playing a married man and woman, and they are in this trilogy of Halloween movies, I've never seen the first but the second is always a sort of game show version of Saw, even though I refuse to watch those movies, with deaths but not gruesome deaths, and I'm not sure how it ends, the second one which is the last one of the trilogy is another death game show, except its on a boat, and I've only seen the ending, theirs a shark attack devouring the front half of the boat, mortally wounding the wife, the man distraught pulls a gun on himself, and is about to shoot when a hellicopter arrives, with a janitor on it, who was apparently a recurring character, who had boycotted the company and saved everyone.
The weird thing is that I know these are dreams, and I'm never In them, I'm pretty sure the guy who played Ford Prefect in the Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy movie was in it.
Post by: penguinofhonor on December 30, 2012, 03:41:52 pm
Then the dream changed. The ship deal was apparently just a video game on my computer, but it was cut short by my computer overheating. So I restarted it and we played a different game. The computer overheated again. This dream continued for a while as I got continually more upset at my computer. Then I declared my computer completely useless for running any game and woke up.
But I decided to go back to sleep. In this dream I was in some sort of boarding school and was one of the underclassmen so we got picked on. Our solution to this was to best the underclassmen at some acrobatic stuff we did in the common area. It wasn't individual acrobatics. It was more stuff like making pyramids out of people.
Then the dream changed! I left the school in my car wearing nothing but a towel and headed over to my friend D's house (real life friend, not using his full name). Outside his house there was a huge parking lot made of sand. I walked in, apparently completely comfortable with just wearing a towel here, and started to talk to his family. I ask where he's at and his mom says he's probably passed out drunk on the couch (D never drinks in real life). He isn't on the couch but we find his little sister (he doesn't actually have a little sister).
The dream shifts a bit here. At this point I realize I'm basically naked so I head back out to my car to find any old clothes I left in it. I also become aware of an elephant parade that's coming through the sandy parking lot. The only clothes I find are a pair of socks and a pair of flip flops. I am pissed because I can't wear the socks with the sandals. I toss the socks, then open the trunk and find this pair of flip flops suspended in a box full of liquid. D comes over and tells me we're supposed to wear those during the parade, while handing me another pair that isn't in the box. I now have three pairs of flip flops and a towel.
Then I woke up. Weird dreams. The computer overheating one is actually based on a fear I have since my computer seems to be degrading a bit with its age.
Post by: miauw62 on December 31, 2012, 04:40:55 am
I absolutely love dreaming. It's like watching an exciting new movie every time it happens.
Post by: Eric Blank on December 31, 2012, 05:31:52 pm
What the hell have I been dreaming about? And I rarely remember any of it besides a sensation that everything was fine and dandy (or strange, but strangely okay) up until I woke up. :o
Post by: Guardian G.I. on December 31, 2012, 06:07:42 pm
Post by: Svarte Troner on December 31, 2012, 06:15:17 pm
Post by: Xantalos on December 31, 2012, 06:37:11 pm
Post by: jetex1911 on December 31, 2012, 11:34:36 pm
I use fire magic to burn the skeleton away, so that they don't discover it, and I notice another room further ahead: It's filled with things me and the dragon were associated with. I decide that since I burned away my best friend's corpse, I might as well hide all of his things, and also burn myself in there too. As I head there, I'm suddenly hit by the need to use a toilet, and conveniently there was one in the room I was in. As I finish, I hear something that makes me nervous, and decide that I have to do my task now, but before I could do it I woke up. I immediately wrote it down somewhere.
I swear, almost every dream I have has some sort of mystical/fantasy element in it, be it dragons OR magic, it's always there somehow.
Post by: anailater on January 02, 2013, 02:08:47 pm
I then wake up from passing out, but still in the dream, my friends have changed as well but I can't remember their details. Seeing as this was caused by our time traveling I ask if we can go back and change it, shockingly this comes out in rabbits, but I can still understand them, according to my female scientist friend after coming back by defeating the great evil, all the time gates shut, trapping them in that realizations t y, and they know it's impossible that they will be able to go back, because if they could their body's wouldn't have changed. They decided to pursue normal lives any way, even if they all miss their own reality.
Then I wake up shivering.
Post by: Jellycat12 on January 02, 2013, 02:18:25 pm
I remember it was pretty long, but I only remember the last bit. I was joining a game of Risk, and I was dark blue. I was told I had infinity soldiers in the spot I owned, but it looked like zero. Then I was in a dungeon and was trying to figure something out, and suddenly someone decided it was a dwarven lute song. I asked how, and the thing was suddenly something completely different. The person told me, and I woke up before I could ask how it was a lute song. I only realized I hadn't asked when I was halfway into being awake. Being half away is odd, it's all blurry and I remember stuff easily. Then again, that might have been part of the dream.
Post by: Corruptor on January 02, 2013, 03:32:10 pm
I somehow knew that I could make fire kindle in my hand, and throw firebolts and such, but only in the second level of the dream. And lo, much burninating was to be had.
Amusingly, some of the 'soldiers' in the war simulator (the second layer of the dream) were acting genuinely cautiously, and I remember thinking incredously that don't they know that if they die in the simulator that they'll just wake up, lol. Whereas I was generally pulling stunts worthy of leeroy jenkins out there like a jack**s.
What was most interesting though was that I tried as hard as I knew how to 'firebend' in the first layer of the dream, but I guess that layer was more bound by my subconscious's notion of reality's rules heh.
Post by: Qloos on January 02, 2013, 03:48:07 pm
So I was a North Korean in a squad, on Patrol at the southern border. We were going house to house with a doctor to check on local residents. Knock knock, no answer. We open the door and the South Korean fiends all run into the chimney. After inspecting the chimney, it turned out to be a tunnel to South Korea, (I don't know why it took us so long to figure out considering it was a giant hole in the wall and floor.) My entire squad rushes into the hole to barricade it, some making comments about how they're going to gas the tunnel with methane.
The doctor and I find the only resident of the house, some beat up chap who claims that South Korea stole his whole family and his dog. At the mention of dog, somehow his house turns into my grandparents house. My squad returns from barricading the tunnel - with the mans dog. They claimed the dog was a spy that led the South Koreans to this house and they were going to gas the dog for it's crime. The dog, who was visibly sick from acute methane exposure, then emotionally ran - like a person - and hugged the last resident of the house.
"I'm not gonna let them gas you!" the man yelled.
Then I woke up.
Post by: ChairmanPoo on January 02, 2013, 10:44:34 pm
Either I had a very sad dream last night, or North/South Korea has developed a propaganda ray.The man dared to question the command of General Kim Jong Un??!!
So I was a North Korean in a squad, on Patrol at the southern border. We were going house to house with a doctor to check on local residents. Knock knock, no answer. We open the door and the South Korean fiends all run into the chimney. After inspecting the chimney, it turned out to be a tunnel to South Korea, (I don't know why it took us so long to figure out considering it was a giant hole in the wall and floor.) My entire squad rushes into the hole to barricade it, some making comments about how they're going to gas the tunnel with methane.
The doctor and I find the only resident of the house, some beat up chap who claims that South Korea stole his whole family and his dog. At the mention of dog, somehow his house turns into my grandparents house. My squad returns from barricading the tunnel - with the mans dog. They claimed the dog was a spy that led the South Koreans to this house and they were going to gas the dog for it's crime. The dog, who was visibly sick from acute methane exposure, then emotionally ran - like a person - and hugged the last resident of the house.
"I'm not gonna let them gas you!" the man yelled.
Then I woke up.
Post by: Qloos on January 03, 2013, 04:42:51 am
Post by: MaximumZero on January 03, 2013, 09:32:44 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 03, 2013, 10:18:35 am
Refreshingly simple.
Post by: Sirus on January 03, 2013, 10:20:10 pm
Last night, I had a dream that a bunch of anime, cartoon, otherwise-fictional, and even historic figures were forced to live in a house together, Big Brother-style. They included Malcom Reynolds (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Series/Firefly?from=Main.Firefly), Hinata (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Manga/Naruto), Pongo (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Disney/OneHundredAndOneDalmatians), Asuka (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Anime/NeonGenesisEvangelion?from=Main.NeonGenesisEvangelion), and even freaking George Washington (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheAmericanRevolution). There may have been crime fighting involved, but I don't remember enough to be sure.
Post by: Hubris Incalculable on January 05, 2013, 02:27:09 am
There may have been some life-threatening danger involved later on, but that bit is so hazy I that can't recall any of it.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 05, 2013, 04:16:09 am
I went to sleep at 8:30 P.M. and woke up at sun rise, 8:38 A.M.
The dreams - the dreams were so beautiful. Bizarre.
Casino! Clubs! Bars! And then there was Leicester square - no, Greenwich... Where is this? Free food? Oh yes, free food. Icecream! With... Energy drink syrup? This ISN'T free? Enemies are friends? Old caricatures are enemies? Come with me! I know you! You're from that other dream, weird dream lunch lady!
The last thing I remember was muttering to myself; photographers and carpets, over and over again. Telling myself to remember photographers and carpets. I should never try to attain free food with photographers and carpets.
Never forget.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Reprimanding photographers does not result in free food! Maybe.
Maybe... It means that reprimanding photographers is detrimental to benefits! But... Which photographers?!
AARRGGGHHHH JUST REMEMBERED 50 METERS OF WIRE MESHED UP SO IT LOOKS LIKE COTTON WIRE
Post by: Guardian G.I. on January 05, 2013, 04:40:40 pm
In the dream I've seen the day before yesterday, I was running errands for random people around my neighbourhood. However, my neighbourhood was also populated by monsters from Fallout: New Vegas (a giant Deathclaw Alpha Male (http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Deathclaw_(Fallout:_New_Vegas)#Deathclaw_alpha_male) was living on the first floor of the apartment block where I live, for example). No one seemed to care about it. Also, in that dream I've tried to fall asleep and have a lucid dream. I fell asleep, and saw absolutely nothing. I've thought "So, I can't move my limbs, that's sleep paralysis. I'm sleeping, let's try to... Why it's so dark here? I can't see anything! Urgh, screw this, I'm out of here". Then, I woke up in the real world.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 09, 2013, 11:45:59 am
It was an endless train journey - a dream I had no part of. It played out like a fanciful story from the perspective of the narrator, but the narrator was not me oddly enough.
Everyone was dressed in smart attire as if they had come out from a 1930's American theatre, smart tailored grey suits and low cut dresses. I saw one particular fellow clearly through the haze, in a plain grey suit, brown combed hair and a similar hat (which he took off) and the shiniest shoes I've ever seen, before apparently switching to his perspective and getting onto a massive train.
The train operator was a rather humorous and bold African woman who could shout down the entire length of the train, and considering how the train was so large I never actually saw the end of it - that was a mighty feat indeed.
The train went by places I had never seen before, stopping at buildings that don't exist anywhere in the world and on each stop the train would be tethered onto the stop with red velvet dividers by the passengers on the end (and of course Mr. Greysuit sat at the end), as if the train was a colossal ship drifting through the world.
Each passing stop marked something different, a new concept, a new setting. Sometimes the dream would skip the journey past foggy forests and beautiful grey canyons, city-scapes and even the indoors of vast complexes and jump straight to the stations.
Some appeared to be the runways to elaborate festivals and others empty metros, subways and train stations - but each one didn't seem abandoned or neglected, but desolate as you would consider a peaceful mountain retreat to be completely free from the stresses, everything seemed surreal and dream-like.
There were two others in Mr. Greysuit's company, a couple dressed in the same attire he was, but along with each new stop new people would get on and acquaintances and unknown and seemingly out of place characters would depart, seemingly blending in to their destinations. From different times, eras and communities, Mr. Greysuit tried getting off on one of the stations but the train operator shouted this is not your (indicating everyone in our carriage's) stop, and we returned to our carriage.
This is also when we got a clear view of her; tall, light brown skin, brown eyes with black hair held in a pony-tail behind her head, seated beneath a blue box hat that looked like it belonged on a Thunderbird's puppet and a blue director's uniform trimmed with gold, and of course, a rather booming voice. Everyone in our carriage joked and laughed while the director, well, directed.
Much as the settings changed, so did the train change. At times it was a modern engineering wonder full of commuters, sometimes each carriage was more akin to a car, others it was an open old train created from ornate wood and iron - at one point it was as if park benches and pianos had come together to create a locomotive Titan.
Even how it moved changed - sometimes it would suspend from cables, run through rails or drift about in some cosmic mystery; literally driving through ideas that had been given image.
Our carriage was reaching its destination. It was on the second last stop, Mr. Greysuit leaned out of what was now a wooden carriage with no doors and pulled in his carriage's crimson moorings, and that's when things became very different - it was suddenly from the perspective of three people, all connected.
The train operator's dad was waiting for her to come home - when something went wrong and rather violently, he was killed by the train. The body was never found and her brother looked after her till she was independent, and so set off to become the train director, still searching for her dad, in the same train that no one knows led to his disappearance in the first place.
And that's where the dream left off, when my first thought came through - this is a dream, I need to remember it. And I don't recall ever having a dream this unique before.
Post by: penguinofhonor on January 09, 2013, 02:05:54 pm
At this point a giant tyrannosaurus rex swims in the room. It snaps at the other people and then notices me. It leaps out of the water like a dolphin and makes it to where I'm at, but I scoot up on the pole and barely dodge it as it passes by me. This then happens again, with it getting a few inches closer. Then it jumps up and its jaws close on my leg. I was shocked awake.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 09, 2013, 04:30:21 pm
Me and a few other people were in some giant arena-esque room. It was filled mostly with water and there were some metal platforms and bars above it, and a big main platform at water level. At some point I ended up climbing up the highest bar, putting me right in the center of the ceiling, probably fifty feet or so above water level.Dreamsaurusrex?
At this point a giant tyrannosaurus rex swims in the room. It snaps at the other people and then notices me. It leaps out of the water like a dolphin and makes it to where I'm at, but I scoot up on the pole and barely dodge it as it passes by me. This then happens again, with it getting a few inches closer. Then it jumps up and its jaws close on my leg. I was shocked awake.
Post by: NAV on January 09, 2013, 07:38:34 pm
Post by: Sirus on January 09, 2013, 09:13:23 pm
There was a cave full of goblins in my back yard and they kidnapped my family. I went to the wizard and asked him to help me kill the goblins, so he gave me about 20 extra fingers. I went back to my house, stormed the goblin cave, found the goblin king. I fumbled a while with my many fingers until I found the middle one, then I stuck it up at him and shouted F*** YOU!!!!!. Then all the goblins died and I woke up....Awesome.
Post by: Bot Hack on January 09, 2013, 09:24:05 pm
I woke up after this dream about 2 hours later at around 10 AM. I had dreamed I was a child, though the entire setting was in my body just a few feet from my bed standing by the patio sliding door and my desk. I was childish, and I had found many dead husks of butterflies. In my childlikeness I roughly rubbed and tore away the dead and papery wings of these butterflies and threw their bodies into my desk. Immediately after doing so my being was awash in maturity and I realized I was again myself now. I then opened that drawer with the bugs and pulled out a husk. Suddenly the husk opens up and a newly fledged butterfly, and the others in the drawer previously dead, flies away out the patio door that was just then open.
I recall Thoreau saying that the dreams that mean the most are the ones of you awake, and out of your bed. Surreal, as these dreams surely impress upon me the most and I have had them as my person merely trying to get out of bed, believing I was fully awake, and a phantom would stare at me from the bedroom door.
Be Free
Post by: Max White on January 09, 2013, 09:29:36 pm
Apart from that, nothing too special...
Post by: Xantalos on January 13, 2013, 03:15:16 am
Post by: Reudh on January 13, 2013, 04:49:07 am
Post by: Starver on January 13, 2013, 12:04:10 pm
I do know, though, that in the eight minutes between my 8:30 alarm and the 8:30 alarm's first (and, on this particular occasion, final) "snooze" repeater effort I had a rather vivid dream in which I was faced with a "it should have been lucid" moment. After something unmemorable, I was being asked something like "Why is that truck named Alaska?" (though that's not even a best guess, just vaguely representative of the hint of the abstraction that I can still recall), which was just so preposterously nonsensical (even within whatever now-forgotten context the dream provided) that I was virtually struck dumb, replied that I just couldn't answer that question, and then I woke up.
(In time to walk across the room to the alarm[1] and then get the snooze-alarm happening to me so that I could react to it and this time totally cancel it. Which, together with footnoted action, gives me even less than eight minutes to have entered and exited that particular dreaming phase... Unless I did the original alarm snoozing in my sleep, of course. ;))
[1] Again! As in, I must have gone over to hit the snooze at 8:30, before returning to bed, but I can't remember that at all.
Post by: Powder Miner on January 13, 2013, 03:22:31 pm
I was playing some sort of modern-setting Skyrim-like game (gameplay and UI were very similar to Skyrim), with my character living in a village by a beach. Eventually, I had to fight some bandits (I think they attacked the village), and ended up beating them up with my fists, leaving my village... From here, what I remember segues into traveling into some sort of building, where a whole small secret room swivels as one of the bandits mistakes me for one of his higher-ups, starts to talk and then realizes his mistake, starts to swivel the room back but not before I walk in and beat him into the floor of the room (like so he's submerged all up to his head in the floor. He lives.) Then, I'm staring at money on the ground in said room and unable to pick it up, when police arrive, which I guess I must work with because they don't arrest me, and start wordlessly investigating the now revealed hideout- except for the one guy, who is egotistically going on to his girlfriend about how it's nice he busted this guy (the bandit) all on his own.
Post by: penguinofhonor on January 13, 2013, 03:36:55 pm
While this was happening, the voice over changed into a discussion of power creep in League of Legends. I kept beating down the monsters really slowly, then at some point some chick fired off some spell to finish them off for me. She then made fun of me for taking so long and ran off.
I guess I was thinking video games last night.
Post by: dei on January 13, 2013, 07:21:08 pm
Post by: Haspen on January 14, 2013, 07:20:58 am
First part of it I will leave out for obvious reasons, the second part involved us (me + sexy gay men) going on destroying planets because aliens tried to invade Earth.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on January 15, 2013, 09:02:44 am
The legendary metalsmith from the starting seven was lying on his deathbed, with his family and friends gathered around to wait for him to pass from old age. Legendary in all metal skills, he had become known as the backbone of the fort, a dorf who all dorfs knew and looked up to. Lying on his deathbed, nearing the end, he wonders who could possibly replace him.
Then enters the annoying young upstart apprentice, little more than an orphan chilld who was thrust into working furnaces the instant he was of age. The annoying brat who the old blacksmith had tried to teach some of his smithing skills, since he lacked any son of his own to teach. Before now, it had seemed as if the apprentice hadn't learned anything, as if nothing had sunken in, as if the child just didn't care about metalworking.
And this annoying, disrespectful child clasped the wizened old blacksmiths hand, and said "Do not worry, I remember everything you said. I'll forge some great things with your secrets." The orphan brat has finally grown up.
The two embrace like father and son, before the old smith at last dies in peace.
I recall my subconscious shedding some manly tears as the scene unfolded. Then my alarm clock interrupted, and any more of the story was lost.
Post by: rabidgam3r on January 15, 2013, 01:20:49 pm
This person came to me, and asked me to retrieve some specific spiders, by very vague descriptions. When he left, another person came to me and showed me lego models of the spiders i would hunt, then brought up a Bay12 forum post, with just two spoilers on it. I clicked the first spoiler, and it was a real-life photo of a spider, which startled me. Then i clicked the other, and it was a terrifying picture of a spider, the sight of which woke me up, and made me jump out of bed and check myself for spiders.
Post by: Sirus on January 15, 2013, 08:47:18 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on January 18, 2013, 08:29:33 pm
For some reason, I ended up in a glee club. This is probably because I watched Glee last night, and they were preparing for regionals. So I went to regionals, which turned out not to be about singing and dancing, but instead curling up inside inflatable balls and rolling around until we knocked the other team out of this arena. It was also held at a fair, with cheap fair food and all. I purchased some food between rounds at some point.
So then I get woken up and fall back asleep. I return to the dream, but one of my teammates and I are in a relationship. We're in her apartment and she's being really bossy and I realize that she's being controlled by something - not possessed exactly, but it's giving her ideas and pushing her toward its goals. I realize that Bay 12 is at risk, but it's too late. She gets on the forums and starts recruiting other people to do stuff, but they're in the middle of a video game.
The dream then switches to the video game, where the player characters are scientists in these glass domes and they have to place towers to defend against approaching giant dinosaurs. They fight off something that looks like a horrorsaurus (http://drmcninja.com/archives/comic/21p72/) with a regular dinosaur body instead of tentacles, but it's difficult and destroys most of their defenses. Then out of nowhere tons of the horrorsaurs appear and they realize they're doomed.
It switches back to me, and the girl is being really bossy. I realize that I'm getting, uh, aroused at this, so I go to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and see that she cut my hair short and gave me braces. The upper braces are normal but the lower ones are letters spelling out "BRACES". I start to panic and contemplate prying them off my teeth, then wake up.
Post by: Graknorke on January 19, 2013, 09:30:17 am
Some kid had a book containing a huge amount of writing which was key to unlocking an ancient seal on ancient dungeon etc etc doesn't matter I can't remember much pertaining to that so it's not important. He was sort of working with me, but didn't want to give up the book for me to use; and ran off. Then I set off in chase and he ran through a furniture shop, running over tables and generally being difficult to follow. I felt myself getting tired and then I woke up with aching legs. Must have been tensing them in my sleep. It hurt for ages.
Post by: Furtuka on January 19, 2013, 11:57:30 pm
Post by: Andrew425 on January 20, 2013, 02:49:47 am
I woke up and the only thing I could think of was that Oprah must be pretty old.
Post by: penguinofhonor on January 20, 2013, 02:37:26 pm
I start off in a ship, sailing somewhere. I'm a prisoner, and there are two other notable ones. One's just a guy who's angry to be here, while the other guy is really calm and suave and kind of suspicious. I don't remember quite what goes on here but we end up escaping while the ship is docked, I dress up as a girl, and then I try to stab suspicious guy with a knife but he knocks my blade aside without looking.
Me and angry guy run away from him with some other ex-prisoners, and angry guy becomes the leader of this group. We travel across several islands that all seem like the ones in Wind Waker, and eventually get our hands on some of our own ships. We're aiming to take on our old captors in a sea battle. I've found a sword by now.
There's a disturbance on the deck. Suspicious guy is back, and he's just standing there, talking to people all casually even though it's clear they're terrified of him. His back is turned to me so I draw my sword and slash at him. As it connects with him, there's a thud and suddenly he's sitting on a bench, unharmed, and I've been disarmed.
I freak the fuck out and get on a Japanese underground magnet train heading south. I have no clue why these little islands have a rail system. I think the setting just changed. Anyways, I'm playing Pokemon on my 3DS to pass the time. I decide that I'm going to get on a train going back north and take the dude by surprise, but all of the stops are for weird shit like kennels so I can't get off yet.
Eventually I get fed up and get off at the station that's a gay-only bathroom. I decide I'm just going to walk through and hopefully nobody will yell at me, but luckily there's a tunnel going beside the bathroom so I just walk through that. Then I meet up with one of my allies and we talk and walk towards the train stop while I realize I left my 3DS and Pokemon on the train.
I then freaked out for a second but had a moment of lucidity where I realized this was just a dream and I didn't actually lose my 3DS. Then, as usual for my moments of lucidity, I immediately woke up.
Post by: MaximumZero on January 22, 2013, 12:18:55 pm
Post by: DrPoo on January 22, 2013, 01:32:30 pm
FUCKING BUS RIDES MAN.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on January 22, 2013, 02:51:36 pm
I HAD GRIM NIGHTMARES ABOUT SWEET BRO AND HELLA JEFF JUST A FEW HOURS BACKWere you falling down the stairs?
FUCKING BUS RIDES MAN.
Post by: Graknorke on January 22, 2013, 02:57:56 pm
I HAD GRIM NIGHTMARES ABOUT SWEET BRO AND HELLA JEFF JUST A FEW HOURS BACKDon't worry.
FUCKING BUS RIDES MAN.
Maybe you'll mysteriously get the book delivered to your address.
Or not. Who knows.
Post by: MaximumZero on January 22, 2013, 03:00:01 pm
The stairs were made of buses.I HAD GRIM NIGHTMARES ABOUT SWEET BRO AND HELLA JEFF JUST A FEW HOURS BACKWere you falling down the stairs?
FUCKING BUS RIDES MAN.
Post by: Starver on January 23, 2013, 07:05:21 am
Something to do with zombies (it didn't start there, but it started to happen), who it turns out could be reasoned with. The barman who had gotten zombiefied was pursuaded we could re-unite him with his (zombie?) wife. A secret exit to a lighthouse featured (not that I went down it, I think that's where we sent the zombie-ish barman). And then the locale that this dream was based in seems to have been hosting a convention, and I found myself, at the end of it breaking down all the decor (as you do, and it's a very enjoybale thing to pack away things, which in this case included the thousands of carpet-tiles laid on the floor, and discovering bits of paper of varying importance that had been accidentally left beneath them).
And now this sort of transforms (or reveals itself) into being a manorial home/country house sort of place, and I'm a butler. One of the guests is my father, who is rather proud of the job I'm doing (also, this butlering will go down as something extra-special on my CV/résumé). [That last sentence, in particular, seems to contain several points that are quite easy to psychoanalyse as something arising from my sub-conciousness, and I'll let you believe that if you will.] There's a broken sink in the kitchen (very strangely broken, the wall behind has collapsed and the sink gone down a few inches because of it), but we have enough other places to clean everything up with...
Then... I can't remember. But it went on a lot longer than that. (I slept from about 8pm, when I got home from work, until perhaps 6am, due to a few busy days prior.) And most of it (perhaps not the bit with the zombies, prior to them being reasoned with, which was more annoying) was actually quite a pleasant dream... i.e. I wouldn't mind living that sort of life, in lieu of my actual current one. ;)
Post by: Leatra on January 27, 2013, 03:27:44 am
The Earth is infested with creatures which looks like they jumped straight out of Doom. We exterminate them using our hi-tech weaponry. We also wear some kind of a head gear that makes our brain get bigger by time. We all know that in time our skull won't be able to contain our brain and crack. We all try to fight these monsters until we die. I even remember my forehead getting larger. Also, I don't know how I managed to get all this backstory in a fuckin' 5-minute dream.
I remember a moment in a bar where we were trying to relax ourselves. Knowing that you are going to die because your head is going to explode can be really stressful. I don't really remember WHY we wear this strange headgear but apparently we must wear it while we are fighting these monsters. I don't remember what we talked about but it was something along the lines of "Shit, we are going to save the world and die without enjoying it. We will die... I love you guys!"
I also remember a moment while we were fighting but I can't really recall it. If I remember right, I was wielding a chaingun while trying to kill a creature just like this:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Oh, and at one point, three fingers on my right hand were... gone. Just like that. When I woke up, I couldn't feel three of my fingers because I slept in an uncomfortable position. Kinda funny how things reflect to your dream.
Post by: penguinofhonor on January 28, 2013, 02:49:56 pm
I also dreamed that Janet locked the happy thread.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on January 28, 2013, 10:38:52 pm
One moment of dreaming I remember somewhat well produced a semi-lucid moment, I think. I can't recall the context, but I remember somehow there were girls I recognised from my school all standing around me basically claiming "Hey, I wanna go on a date, pick me pick me." One of the girls I know for sure has a boyfriend in real life, and resulted in my sleep-self coming to the realization that "this couldn't be real,because this chick already has a boyfriend. This whole scene is ridiculous." Rather than try to correct the dream into something more interesting, like robot dinosaurs or something, I literally thought to myself "I don't like this dream, wake up and start over." and promptly woke up.
Post by: Valid_Dark on January 31, 2013, 04:36:41 pm
Post by: Leatra on February 02, 2013, 02:14:13 am
I woke up at 8 AM (in dream) and I was like "meh, there is nothing to do. IM BORED!" So I decided to visit my school, which is something I never do out of boredom. I get to the college and walk around a bit. Then I find a class and I think it would be funny to see if I can manage to pull off a handstand on top of one of the tables there, because I'm bored...
I run through the doorway, jump towards the table and do a handstand on it. Then I look around and see all the students looking like "what's that weirdo doing over there?" at me. I act like that's something I usually do and nothing is wrong with it. After I get out of that class. I see a friend and walk with him for a while.
Then I start feeling sick, like my blood pressure is getting down or something. I get so dizzy, I fall to the ground. Then I pass out (in a fucking dream) and wake up in another classroom. I look up to see one of my friends sitting and holding my head on his knees. He says something like "Dude, you okay?" All of my friends are there, some of them are laughing at me and some of them seem concerned about me. Someone looking like a professor enters the room and says "What you did was unacceptable!" but I don't remember anything.
In the end, it appears that someone gave me a gum with drugs in it (no idea) and I chewed it. While I was under the effects of this drug, I destroyed a statue and beat up someone so bad he had to go to the hospital. Rector of the university is talking about kicking my ass out of the college but my friends are defending me. Last time I remember is, thanking my friends and telling them that the rector won't care and my education is going to end here anyway.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on February 02, 2013, 06:29:41 pm
Post by: Korbac on February 02, 2013, 06:45:54 pm
It then took a weird turn as a terrorist (who, to be fair to him, had had a horrible past) threatened me and a large group of people, saying that if I did not kill him he would detonate a bomb and kill everyone.
Eventually, I took the gun he offered and shot him three times in the chest, causing him to fall and breathe heavily. He wasn't dead yet though, so I absolved him of his sins verbally and then ordered an ambulance.
Made me feel pretty BOSSish.
Post by: Haspen on February 03, 2013, 05:29:53 am
First of all, me (a Fighter), a black-haired Sorceress and two other people I couldn't udnerstand, descended through the few layers of caves to the hell caves, and we jumped over a lava river and at last got to the hell colony.
But here the map editor began to bug out so I teleported back to the upside. I went for the usual Sunday holy mass in my churhc, and there was an eating contest. Participants were me, some other guys, a girl, a crow, an antelope (or maybe it was a deer) and a hawk.
First we had to eat a tablespoon of oil, then some powdery spice, then tablespoon of blood and in the and a tablespoon of oil again. Everyone laughed at our expressions, and the hawk had the funniest expressions of us all, so naturally he won the contest.
And then I woke up.
Post by: Haspen on February 04, 2013, 02:51:51 am
Episode #1 was about some democratic country preparing metal-clad airships and planes (WWI) to combat some autocratic country. There all that fanfares and confetti as the public said goodbye to future heroes. In the end of the episode, someone shoot down some enemy planes and soldiers on parachutes descended into forest to see if there are potential enemy survivors.
Episode #2 was about a son of Prime Minister of the autocratic country at side of Ludvig, a tan-skinned, blonde man who had to be at least 2m tall. That son's name was Richard and he talked with Ludvig until Ludvig died of bloodloss. Then Richard went into the forest, to try to reach the border, as the enemy paratroopers were searching for him.
Episode #3, or #4, was about Richard checking on POW camp in a mining town, and he quickly found that the prisoners are abused, hungry and dying en masse from various illnesses. After heated discussion, Richard shot the POW camp administrator, causing a fuzz at the capital.
My dream self at that point became little nervous and 'we' skipped all the way to episode #12.
In this episode, one of the diplomat's daughter, Amelia, visited Richard's estate and was going to be his wife. Amelia had a hobby of cooking but everything she made was pretty inedible. Richard then hired a young corporal, who turned out to not only a good cook, but also good friend. In the end, Amelia made delicious cupcakes and Johann, her elderly butler, who was her cooking 'guinea pig' for many years, burst into tears of joy after eating one cupcake; this was basically a comic relief episode.
And then I was woken up by the alarm clock... sometimes I wish I could sleep without that damn thing.
Post by: Haspen on February 05, 2013, 04:13:12 am
Today's dream:
It was 1989, the Communism have partially crmbled and only eastern Poland and western Ukraine&Belarus formed 'New CCCP' which was goign to be awesome according to the Chairman of the Party, who was I believe Gorbachev. I was watching this with my class via old TV with some other ranom school people.
Some random late teen girl I never met just passed her 'matura' exam and then went back to her special magical cottage, were she was living with two WWII Polish teen soldiers and a 'puppet' without face that served as her horse. THen they were spied upon by another 'puppet' which was wearing black shirt and was more malicious than anything else.
Thanks to the good 'puppet' I could see that the evil 'puppet' was living in a dark Void and had imprisoned few girls in bikinis, forcing them into lesbian groping and manufacturing him, somehow, tools from 21st century, including laser rifles.
Post by: Starver on February 05, 2013, 06:43:07 am
I wonder why nobody is writing in this topic anymore except me :P
Everyone else has had too much caffeine/too little cheese? ;)
I wrote some up, last week, but they were just plain weird.
Given I've been awake for several hours now, without having made notes at all, a lot of the detail has disappeared from last night, although I remember that there were several 'acts' to the dream. Only two (partially) come to mind, however.
One part involved a hotel room, of a sorts... for some reason there were holes in the floor down which ?goblins? were roaming. And for some reason I snuck downstairs to deal with these, without bothering to tell anyone else (I felt it best not to concern them). The "dealing" with the goblins might have been discussions about not creeping around downstairs, rather than killing them, but the whole motivation thing was odd (and now unremembered).
Skipping forward to another scene, I was in a warthog/jeep-esque vehicle, with some nasty weapons in the back, and someone who (it turned out) wasn't a very nice person and was going to use those nasty weapons. My approach to dealing with the problem was to give this guy a bazooka and then jump out and let him try to hit me, but by (through some dream-capability that didn't seem odd) telekinetically bringing the pallet of weapons up into the air to get in the way of the shot... both protecting me and destroying the weapons themselves. I was aware that this was going to be difficult to do (after all, he wouldn't be deliberately aiming through the pallet if I just left in front of him while he aimed) so I was all prepared to jump out of the way of the first shot or three while I kept trying to move the 'shield' in front of him. I think I woke up before I had success, or even had to dodge the shot. Alarm clock, etc. Although at one point I got a top-down view of the scene (in some hedge-lined fields) so I could plan my escape through the bushy perimeters of the place this standoff was.
But everything from last night was rather tame and fairly logical, on the whole, I recall (or remember recalling, when I could still remember enough of it to make such a snap judgement). Maybe the above stood out a tad, but wasn't a patch on the odder stuff I get. Just you wait until there are proper dream-VCRs available (or dream-DVRs, I suppose, if today's tech is more relevant), then I (and, I suspect, half of the online community) will be posting (carefully edited?) compilations to the YouTube of the day. ;)
Post by: Pyre on February 05, 2013, 11:31:54 am
I'm running down a hallway. To my left and right are more hallways, but they are all dark. Not dark like the lights are out, dark like the light is being eaten before it hits anything. I take a turn down a lit corridor, and at the end I see a young girl, maybe 8 or 9. I start running toward her to protect her from the darkness, but right as I get to her, arms come out of the other hallways(she is in the middle of a 4-way intersection, the only lit hallway is the one I'm in) and they start tearing her apart. I only woke up when there was nothing left but blood on the floor.
Guess I have something to talk to my therapist about...
Post by: Sirus on February 05, 2013, 11:36:59 am
Anyway, in my dream I was being contacted by a variety of unimaginably ancient spirits. They all wanted to conscript me to work against the plans of the others, and I was essentially a pawn for all sides. If I tried to ignore the demands of one, it ended up furthering the plans of another. If I instead tried to help the one making the demands, I might help that one, or I might help an entirely different one. Or both. Or more. It was all extremely complex and I don't think even my dream self understood more than the tiniest fraction of it.
The dream ended when my alarm went off.
Post by: Valid_Dark on February 08, 2013, 02:35:09 pm
Post by: Sirus on February 08, 2013, 02:40:17 pm
Post by: Slayerhero90 on February 11, 2013, 06:54:51 pm
Post by: Starver on February 11, 2013, 07:01:05 pm
Post by: Mr Space Cat on February 11, 2013, 08:18:44 pm
It also included gameplay of Diablo 3, but with my wizard and monk being much more effective at killing monsters in Inferno.
...I need to stop game binges before bed.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on February 12, 2013, 01:52:39 am
The zombie apocalypse has begun. However, the situation in my town was pretty relaxed - children were still playing in the street and people were casually preparing for the upcoming days. My family was planning to stay in my grandparents' apartment. Along with my father, I went on a raid to a local shopping center for supplies, which was full of zombies, unlike the rest of the town. We brought the loot home and then went outside. I've realized that I forgot my pistol at home, and then I spotted a morph (a zombie, which has consumed enough biomass, transforms into a hideously mutated, intelligent and very dangerous monster called "morph"). We went into hiding, the monster, which was suspiciously docile, ran around for a while, and then I woke up.
Post by: Scelly9 on February 13, 2013, 02:19:06 pm
For some reason this dream featured a ridiculous amount of weed in the background at all times (probably because I watched the Vice documentary on mardigrass), and was extremely sad. It's weird, but I still feel a sense of loss at the muskrats moving away. I think they where nice people, but I really wish I hadn't woken up before he finished his sentence.
Post by: Graknorke on February 13, 2013, 06:10:09 pm
Battalion of weed smoking
Post by: Remuthra on February 13, 2013, 06:26:51 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on February 13, 2013, 06:46:34 pm
Then I woke up, but not really. I dreamed that I was really thirsty so I went downstairs and got some tea. I drank it, realized I was still thirsty so I must be in a dream, and woke up.
I headed back downstairs and repeated this exact process of waking up into the same dream two or three more times before I realized what was happening. One of the times, it was an Arnold Palmer mixed with alcohol instead of plain tea.
At some point, I woke up, walked downstairs, opened the cabinet, and realized that I was still upstairs sleeping. My roommate M greeted me and I told her I wasn't really there, I was upstairs dreaming. I got a cup down, and planned to wake up, head downstairs, and see if my dream's actions actually did something in real life. Unfortunately, the dream ended there.
Then I was in an apartment building. M was leaving to go to her karate classes (she doesn't take karate in real life) and I decided to hitch a ride with her because I was really thirsty and wanted to go get a drink at some fast food place. But she forgot her keys or something, and when we went back in I changed my mind and told her I'd just get something out of the fridge.
I drank it, it did not quench my thirst. I woke up for real. I was fucking thirsty. Nested dreams are not fun.
Post by: Ultimuh on February 14, 2013, 03:47:23 am
I climbed out of my bed but at the same time didn't, a disturbingly thick fog was seen outside the windows.
It was a very erie feeling and to make things worse, this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYb9kSCkjE8) was what I heard during that time (at least the first minutes of it).
Post by: penguinofhonor on February 14, 2013, 10:39:51 pm
In the next one, I was driving around and either my dad was following me somewhere or I was following him somewhere. The laws for red lights and yellow lights had recently changed for some reason, and because of this a semi truck hit one of our cars so I had to drive him.
Then the last dream. I was the female protagonist of Pokemon Black/White and was checking on some little sidequests or something. All I had to do here was watch some flashback cutscenes.
In the game, my uncle was a really close and important character for some reason. This scene explained why - he was working in a Pokemon zoo or something and a man and woman walked past, presumably a couple. They started talking to him and he mentioned he was my uncle. The lady was quite thrilled that he was related to such a famous Pokemon trainer and started paying more attention to him than her boyfriend. It was implied that he liked me so much because it gave him stories to tell to woo women.
For watching the first cutscene, I was gifted a permanent discount at a nearby restaurant that specialized in those wedge shaped potato cakes they sell at Arby's.
The second cutscene showed something embarrassing about some rich boy. I don't remember much about it except that it took place in the same zoo, and that I had to choose two pokemon beforehand that would show up in a group of Pokemon following the kid. One of them was an electric type that looked a lot like Girafarig.
After the scene was over, the rich kid stormed in and yelled at me for learning whatever embarrassing thing about him, then ran off into the next room. I followed him in and he apologized and gave me an item he apparently made out of something he got from a ditto - a prototype armor that would transform the pokemon holding it into any pokemon that made contact with it.
Then I woke up. It seems I write weird Pokemon fanfiction in my sleep.
Bonus dream bit from two nights ago since I was just reminded of it:
I was at some party and was about to leave. I wanted to head over to my friend N's place with him, but I had my car so we had to drive separately. Before I left the party I grabbed some chicken - not fried chicken or anything, like I ended up with some cut up chicken, thanksgiving turkey style.
I was holding it in my hands so I grabbed some tissues and made a little bag to wrap it up in. Then I was passing through some gate like at the airport and was afraid they'd take my chicken, but someone reassured me that I was allowed to take up to a certain amount. I ended up having exactly one pound, which was below the limit, so I took it with me and started making plans to trade it for stuff.
Post by: Xantalos on February 15, 2013, 01:46:12 am
Axe.
Cop.
Post by: Sirus on February 15, 2013, 01:57:36 am
Didn't catch a single wink after that :(
Post by: lemon10 on February 15, 2013, 02:17:17 am
Also, usually I dream lucidly, but lack the ability to make significant changes without waking up (which I can usually do at will, which I think is pretty neat).
Post by: Sigulbard on February 15, 2013, 07:17:54 am
Here, let me put this into a more graphical representation:
dream(dream(dream(dream(dream(dream(dream))))))
Post by: Ultimuh on February 15, 2013, 08:19:55 am
I had a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream.
Here, let me put this into a more graphical representation:
dream(dream(dream(dream(dream(dream(dream))))))
I had a dram like that once.
Was really bizarre.
Post by: Gamerlord on February 15, 2013, 01:06:23 pm
Post by: Reudh on February 15, 2013, 02:23:09 pm
It was painful and demeaning, yes, to be thrown about and beaten like a cur, but for some reason in the dream I shrugged off most of the pain and hurt, surprising the group. In those days I'd either fight back or slink away dejected to 'lick my wounds', as it were...
I suppose it means that I'm growing up, that childish taunting affects me no longer.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on February 17, 2013, 09:17:42 am
Built in this massive cavern is what I somehow know is a time machine. To get the time machine running, all we have to do is bypass the old ritualistic user interface, requiring one to put old photographs of historical figures, some well known, some obscure, into the proper order as listed by the instructions in a language that was a mix between dwarven, Norse runes, and Lovecraft speech. Not lingual in this eldritch tongue, we decide to search for clues around the caverns while some of us look for a way to decipher the puzzle. We got stuck trying to find a picture of Stalin in a Santa costume.
Somehow, the mansion above us caught fire, and the entire area was at risk of a fiery cave-in. We had to evacuate upwards through the burning mansion and abandon the time machine, and I had almost reached the door when the screeching groaning sound of the giant burning piano falling three levels down, directly over my head, woke me up.
Post by: Maggarg - Eater of chicke on February 17, 2013, 09:30:14 am
that apparently actually happened last night. Hopefully I dream about finding a stack of gold in my room tonight.
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 17, 2013, 11:05:23 am
Not quite sure where that dream was going really.
Post by: miauw62 on February 17, 2013, 01:46:31 pm
The Roman Catholic Church attacked me and I declared independence for Wales.Some dreamst end too soon. That is one of those dreams.
Not quite sure where that dream was going really.
Post by: Spaghetti7 on February 18, 2013, 02:16:57 am
Sorry, I couldn't resist. But I did have a really odd one just now. I was going to get on a train (but kinda perch on it, not sit in it) and a little old man got on near me. As the journey progressed he got closer and closer, making pleasant enough conversation all the way. However, soon I realised he was nibbling on my ears (I kid you not, this was weird) and his talking became more frantic. By the time we arrived he was in a frenzy and it took all my strength to get him off me. I saw him scurry off in to a sewer like tube so I alerted the police, who came with a squad of bowmen to try to flush him out. Unfortunately, I woke up halfway through the stand off.
Post by: Reudh on February 18, 2013, 07:40:52 am
The Roman Catholic Church attacked me and I declared independence for Wales.
Not quite sure where that dream was going really.
Are you Welsh, LW?
Post by: Mr Space Cat on February 18, 2013, 08:19:18 am
Post by: MaximumZero on February 18, 2013, 10:01:46 am
Had a dream where playing guitar was banned. The horror....the horror...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Post by: itisnotlogical on February 18, 2013, 11:54:38 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 18, 2013, 03:39:10 pm
The Roman Catholic Church attacked me and I declared independence for Wales.
Not quite sure where that dream was going really.
Are you Welsh, LW?
Nope, which just makes it all the better.
Post by: MaximumZero on February 19, 2013, 12:23:37 pm
I've claimed things in the name of Spain before, but I was awake at the time.The Roman Catholic Church attacked me and I declared independence for Wales.
Not quite sure where that dream was going really.
Are you Welsh, LW?
Nope, which just makes it all the better.
Post by: Korbac on February 19, 2013, 01:33:08 pm
Had a dream last night where my friends got chucked out of the sketchy nightclub that used to be a goth place.
that apparently actually happened last night. Hopefully I dream about finding a stack of gold in my room tonight.
Alcohol - erased memory? XD
Post by: Edmus on February 19, 2013, 03:22:02 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on February 20, 2013, 04:59:51 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on February 25, 2013, 06:16:14 pm
Then after a while I realized this wasn't about giving her a ride. And I accepted her offer but she had changed her mind by then.
Post by: Sirus on February 25, 2013, 08:04:30 pm
Then I woke up again.
Mondays...
Post by: Jervill on February 25, 2013, 08:24:45 pm
Post by: mainiac on February 25, 2013, 09:04:30 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on February 26, 2013, 07:46:36 pm
The next dream was the first legitimate nightmare I've had in a long time. Me and a few of my friends were like ghost hunters or something. It started out with us in a grocery store, buying things to prepare. Then we head out. I'm apparently the only one going to this house.
It's an ancient, beaten down house. The paint is chipping, the wood is splintery, and everything just seems gross. The couple who live there keep reporting things being moved around, but they never hear anyone moving around. I search through some of the rooms, finding a set of four bedrooms in a square like this (pictured from above):
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:__:__:
:__:__:
The colons are doors while the underscores are walls. I enter through the SE door, finding a children's sized bed. I go west into the next bedroom, finding the same thing. Then I go through the next door, but instead of being in the hallway again I'm in a third bedroom. There are apparently six bedrooms. I ask the couple about it but they swear there are only four.
So they ask me to spend the night, and for some reason they've got a bed set up in the front room of their house for me. So as things get darker, I start seeing bits of people around corners, but they're not making sounds. I try to close my eyes and I keep hearing doors opening, stuff like that. But I'm so tired I that I can't keep my eyes open.
Somehow I realize that there are some people in this house keeping slave children in the bedrooms, and that they've cast some sort of spell on the children so they're weightless, allowing them to sneak out of the house more easily since they're not creaking any floorboards or anything. The next minutes seem to take forever, as I alternate between closing my eyes to sleep but hearing movement all around me, and opening them and seeing nothing as the kids are hiding.
Eventually I decide I'm scared enough and leap out of the bed, run to the door, and pull it open as hard as I can. As I do, the pure-black silhouette of an emaciated, almost skeletal kid swings around as he was clinging to the doorknob on the other side. There's another kid that looks the same standing on the porch. I slam the door shut again and wake up.
Post by: Korbac on February 26, 2013, 07:57:16 pm
O_O
I'm sending you the bill for the laundry of my underwear. :o
Post by: penguinofhonor on February 27, 2013, 02:23:40 am
Post by: Yoink on February 27, 2013, 07:07:30 pm
Speaking of creepy, I had a strange dream last night. Not my usual kind of weird dream, with horrible violence, bizarre settings and a curious sense of callousness/detachment from the stuff going on around me, but some dreary, dry and unpleasant sort of story. I'm not sure how it started or anything but one of the bits I remember was set in this gloomy house, where some girl/young woman was writing a letter, to her husband or somesuch I believe.
Anyway, it was as though I was reading this story from a book at the same time I was seeing it, so I knew what she was thinking. Actually, the book's text became sort of a spoken narration in my head, that's as best as I can describe it. She was writing this letter in a state of emotional distress, I can't remember exactly what had happened but I know that someone close to her was visiting/staying with this guy, some sort of political or religious figure. This politician/prophet/whatever was very morose, having lost his wife to a poisoning* an indeterminate amount of time in the past, (A couple of years, I think?) and I guess he just devoted his entire life to his cause, whatever it may have been. (Maybe the letter was actually to him? Heck, I don't know.)
So she was reading back over what she had written. It was all this sappy, poetic nonsense trying to convey how she felt, apparently that was her usual letter-writing style. (Wait, maybe the letter was actually to her mother? Argh.)
Anyway, here is the part that really sticks with me: I can actually remember a bit of the narration.
She couldn't focus on the words she had written and was becoming increasingly agitated and distressed over whatever she'd written about. I think the narration was saying something like, she tried to read what she had written, "...but all she could think of was a favoured phrase of his, 'Adopt the Within'."
And then she started crying, desperately trying to muffle the sound so someone outside her room (perhaps her mother, or some female relative?) wouldn't hear. I believe she was listening at the door and could hear said relative's dress rustling, so knew she was being eavesdropped upon. (For some reason I remember the dress was made of lace?)
Anyway the point is, the main thing that sticks with me/unsettles me, is that phrase that I remember, "Adopt The Within". I capitalized it because it seemed important, like a central tenet of that weird other character's religion/philosophy or something like that.
When I woke up I fully expected it to be the motto of some cult or something, so much so that I typed it into Google with this strange feeling of dread mixed with hope. ??? Nothing. Still, it just weirded me out that I remembered that one, strange passage.
(Later on in the dream I think it got more 'normal', by my standards anyway. I remember looking at a Facebook post from my perspective, it was an old real-life friend of mine mocking someone in a friendly manner, saying how useless they were etc.
The post and the comments following confused me utterly, and it wasn't until I finally deduced that my friend was working as a carer for some 96-year-old rockstar that I understood what it was about.
Oh wait, and then, towards the end of my dream my dad was showing me the work of some artist I think he knew, and it was really awkward because a good amount of it was these weird pornographic pictures of merfolk. :o
That was... very strange. But still, it's the sort of zany, messed-up weirdness that often goes on in my dreams, not disturbing and saddening business like the earlier part. I don't really remember any other bits.)
I just remembered an important thing to mention: When I had these dreams, I had a cat sleeping next to me.
I wonder if that affected my dreams? He's never done that before, and I don't know that I've ever slept with a pet next to me. ??? Wow, I feel kindof strange, now. That dream was so unlike my normal dreams. I can't even describe how, my normal dreams are so bizarre and varied, that one just seems... different? Wrong? Like I said, I can't describe it. It's a strange feeling.
Post by: FearfulJesuit on February 27, 2013, 07:21:05 pm
Oh wait, and then, towards the end of my dream my dad was showing me the work of some artist I think he knew, and it was really awkward because a good amount of it was these weird pornographic pictures of merfolk. :o
Hey, now, making crafts out of captive wild-caught mermaid bone(r)s is just profitable business!
Post by: NAV on March 01, 2013, 08:59:24 pm
I didn't die though, because I caught a giant bat and used it to safely fly to the bottom. At the bottom there was a beach, with a nice house on the beach. 3 girls walked up, they were dressed as pirate witches. They took me and threw me in a cage grown out of a tree, and told me they were elves and were going to eat me. Game over.
Seriously, during the whole dream I wasn't scared at all cause I knew it was just a game. It turned out to be a dream, not a game.
Post by: penguinofhonor on March 01, 2013, 09:22:12 pm
...ended up in a Sonic the Hedgehog type game dream. Everyone was some sort of hedgehog. I think I was Shadow. We started out running through these tunnels to the river, where there was a boss fight. It was a flashback - the girl's character was AFK on some platform, so I went over and nudged her off it. This somehow actually killed her? I don't know, dream logic.
Then we're back in the present when I was actually fighting this boss to apparently prevent the river from being drained. I don't remember what it was, but it periodically sent up waves to knock us back towards the shore. My two allies were these punky Slytherin kids who knew what I'd done and were pretty much constantly threatening to tell everyone. I begrudgingly cooperated with them for a while, but just before I woke up I heavily implied that one of their mothers was a whore.
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This was pretty heavily influenced by me watching Sonic 06 on Game Grumps. The water was probably related to that one room they went through recently where there are the sand waves that knock you back. And the pushing an AFK character is something I've had a lot of fun with in Minecraft lately. And I did actually injure this girl in high school once, so the killing theme probably played off my guilt from that.
Post by: MaximumZero on March 02, 2013, 12:36:51 am
Anyway, when I regained control, I found myself sitting on a stool, wearing a pair of shorts. My eyes hurt, and my hands were falling asleep. The tape was wrapped too tightly under my gloves. I look up and a trainer shouts something into my ear. I can hardly hear him because my tinnitus is blocking all the sound with a high-pitched mechanical whine. I look down. I'm in my MMA gear from about nine years ago. Bright yellow knee length trunks, ankle and knee supporters, and UFC style gloves (which I only rarely wore.) I feel like I have a concussion. I'm woozy, and a little sick to my stomach. The trainer walks in front of me, grabs me by the shoulders and looks me in the face. I can't hear him, so I read his lips. "Remember what you're here to do man: Slay the dragon." I'm in a UFC cage. Sitting across from me is Lyoto Machida, the Dragon. The trainer forces me to my feet, and hops through a door in the cage, which is then locked. Everything hurts. I move forward a little, and the ref nods to the Dragon and I, and puts his hand out, signalling the start of the round. I move forward some more, and try to hit Machida. I can't. He's like a fucking ghost. Over and over, I swing and miss. Kicks, punches, grappling attempts. I come up with nothing. Then, in a split second, he winks at me Mike Tyson style, and lays me out with a huge right hand. Everything goes black. Everything hurts.
I went to bed frustrated, and this certainly didn't help.
Post by: Reudh on March 02, 2013, 05:49:52 am
Goddamn it am I sick of them, I'm 21 for fuck's sake.
Post by: Yoink on March 06, 2013, 01:32:22 am
I was part of some group of Mexican cartel enforcers, and we rocked up at what I assume was a rival cartel's base, riding in these big ugly black SUVs. As we were getting close the dream went into a close up of one of them, he said something and then they took a few potshots which pinged ineffectively off our cars.
I think up until then our intent had been at least semi-peaceful, but after that the rest of the group all jumped out and opened fire on the little tin shack these other dudes were based in. It seemed like we were waaaay better equipped than they were, as it was pretty much a slaughter and after a moment they were running off to hide in the surrounding scrub.
At this point I got out of the car and stood up, cradling a big assault rifle in my hands. I don't know exactly what my position was in this group, but I seemed like some crazy psychotic giant guy who was kept in reserve for moments like this.
I looked over to the boss and asked if I could "Ask them politely why they shot at us," he agreed and then I marched into the bush/scrub/forest, tracking down these poor enemy sods and killing them. This went on for a while.
Eventually my buddies pointed out this huge shrub, or maybe a clump of bushes, where they knew a couple of our victims were hiding.
I blazed away with my rifle, (which seemed to have more-or-less infinite ammo) sweeping it slowly back and forth across the bushes/shrub until these two pathetic looking people jumped up from where they were hiding to try and make a break for it, only to instantly be cut down.
At this point I stopped firing, and glanced over to my right.
To my amazement I saw a giant echidna, about the size of a horse, just standing there watching me.
I was overjoyed to see such a magnificent creature and, suitably distracted from killing people, called by comrades over to look at it. They were all like "wut" as I, this bloodthirsty killer clutching a smoking machine gun, went ga-ga over this weird, mutated-looking creature.
Seems I was still my wildlife-loving self even in such a violent dream.
I told them not to even think about shooting at it. I think it was starting to get a bit nervous of us or something. One of the others wanted to check behind it to see if any enemies were hiding there, and I glanced around to make sure none of them were taking advantage of our distraction to sneak up on us.
One of my merry band of heavily-armed killers started to raise a large revolver towards the echidna, I pushed his hand down, and then I woke up.
That was. Uh. Weird. ???
It might have been related to some earlier dream(s), but I have no idea.
Edit: Maybe this is what happens when I eat Mexican food? I did have a vege burrito for dinner last night, after all.
Post by: Edmus on March 06, 2013, 02:26:38 am
It was in the school, the new guy was a transsexual all of a sudden and was punished by being crucified and chained up in assembly by our dictator teachers.
The teachers then lacerated him/her with Excalibur.
So I tell my friend Nathan I am gonna call the cops and the teachers hear me and threaten to kill me.
So Nathan and I escape the gym and flee to the back corner of the football fields, Nathan holds them back and gets the living shit beaten out of him while I hide in the concrete ditch in the corner.
I get the call through and tell them about the sword which won't let any but it's true master wield it. I pretend to the teachers I didn't, so they set me to cook with Calpurnia from "to kill a mocking bird".
Anyway, I wasn't the only one angry about the crucifixion and the Japanese teacher gets very angry, as well as Rainbow dash who tries to fly word out.
Fluttershy captures her and she disappears. There was a huge sub plot that went on for ages of me trying to figure out who got Rainbow.
Eventually the cops show up just as the teachers found out I had been snooping about. I was very scared until the sword lit up black signalling a wrongful person was coming to claim it, I knew it was the police. The take the poor crucified fellow down and arrest most of the teachers. Turns out Fluttershy was a criminal mastermind. Turns out the school was harbouring hundreds of emaciated ethiopian slaves.
Turns out fluttershy killed rainbowdash and I was next.
The Japanese teacher and I help free the slaves from their damp smelly prison behind the gym.
And then the cops shot fluttershy.
The End.
O.O
Post by: miauw62 on March 07, 2013, 12:00:22 pm
Oh, and for some reason I was an anime girl. I think.
Then there was this other, kinda seperate dream that came before it, wich basically consisted of an island ruled by some sort of dictator I arrived on. It was inhabited by undead, and I joined the rebellion. They constructed some sort of golem that started murderizing everyone and then it ended with a happy ending.
Post by: Yoink on March 11, 2013, 04:20:45 am
I always get that, where I can't remember the earlier, prequel-esque dream very well. Ah well.
Haven't really remembered any of my dreams since my last post. :( I know I had an exciting dream last time, but it slipped away before I could remember/record it properly.
Post by: penguinofhonor on March 11, 2013, 04:41:25 am
Post by: Ogdibus on March 11, 2013, 07:06:57 am
Post by: Sigulbard on March 11, 2013, 09:40:51 am
Post by: NobodyPro on March 11, 2013, 04:10:14 pm
Then I was in an empty void filled with floating yellow lanters (of the iron and glass type) and there was a guy walking around with a blue lantern hastily putting them out one by one. I tried to talk to him but he just moved on to the next lantern without answering so I turn around and notice that Green Eyes is there too. She opened her mouth to say something but a bright yellow light appeared on the 'horizon' and began to fill my vision. All I could hear was a deafening roar on a background of meaningless voices that made me feel small and powerless. Then I felt someone grab my hand and I woke up.
Worst part of this was that that 'light' was one of the earliest nightmares I can remember from my childhood. I hope I'm not retreading old ground because I don't want to deal with fire men and whistling paralysis clouds all over again.
Post by: Yoink on March 12, 2013, 04:04:28 am
Also, using abbr tags is a good idea. I might have to try that to reduce rambling when I post my dreams.
Post by: Haspen on March 12, 2013, 06:50:33 am
I managed to pull out many of them an they made a small pile on the counter, and began to coalesce into one super-thick and long tapeworm, which then began screeching and hissing at me, possibly tryign to communicate. Of course I didn't know Tapewormesian, so I deducted this must be a dream.
I woke up a second later.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on March 12, 2013, 07:18:35 am
I was at home when I raised my right arm to look at it becuase it was itchy. I found two little inflammed hairs, so I pulled on them. Instead of those hairs, however, I began pulling out tapeworms out of my arm. What was more terrifying was that I felt the tapeworms wriggle around inside my arm as I pulled them out.That made my everything hurt more than the Russian Sleep Experiment did.
I managed to pull out many of them an they made a small pile on the counter, and began to coalesce into one super-thick and long tapeworm, which then began screeching and hissing at me, possibly tryign to communicate. Of course I didn't know Tapewormesian, so I deducted this must be a dream.
I woke up a second later.
I didn't dream when I was supposed to be asleep, but when I fell asleep in the shower for about five seconds, I was playing Fallout: New Vegas when I shot a Powder Ganger while I was in a cave and the guy's head got stuck in the wall. I walked up to him to use Z to yank him out of the wall, and when I did, his head turned and faced me as if he wasn't really dead. His head managed to go from generic black Powder Ganger appearance to something that looks like a skinless Velociraptor head, mouth wide open, during the few seconds of my dream he was in the wall. It shocked me out of my sleep.
Post by: Yoink on March 13, 2013, 12:32:36 am
Many bits of the dream were inspired by videogames, probably more than I realise. There was, of course, a lot more to it which has been forgotten, as is sadly almost always the way with dreams.
I know there's a lot about this dream that I don't remember. The entire lead up to the main scene is pretty much forgotten, but I was holding a whole bunch of people hostage in some building, I'm guessing to keep the cops at bay.
These people, however, were not all harmless civilian types- I don't remember exactly who/what they all were but I think there were a few prominent members of the criminal underworld. Apparently even as I kept them hostage I made multiple trips around the city-thing I was in, I guess whatever police siege was after me was pretty laid-back/keeping t their distance.
Anyway, when I came back from one of these weird, not-remembered errands I found a couple of soldierish-looking people (actually, one of whom looking like a certain character from The Walking Dead) had infiltrated the building (which I think may have been a seedy underworld bar) with a crate of guns and were now arming the hostages! I guess they'd had enough of my crap, I'm not sure how long I'd been practising my weird, hands-off brand of hostage keeping, but it felt like they'd been there a while.
Tensions had been rising for some time, too. I can't remember a whole lot of the shootout that followed, it went for some time and I believe my hostages joined forces with the cops outside, but I know the gunplay was viewed from a third-person perspective like uncharted.
At one point I was huddled right in the corner of a room, in cover, clutching some crappy little AK47SU or similar as the heavily-armed masses advanced. They were massing for a final attack just to the right of my field of vision, at the doorway to the room I was in and also on that end of the balcony outside. (i could see the balcony through a row of windows. All up it was basically the same as a level in Uncharted.)
This was one of those wonderful moments where my dream self is like, "welp. I'm probably gonna die here," and I resolved to do my best to survive, no doubt taking down a lot of them in the process. There followed a lot of desperate ' picking off' any of them moving along the balcony before hurriedly ducking back into cover as bullets flew. I was certain that I would die if they rushed me, but they didn't- I guess due to fear.
Anyway after that moment my memory gets hazy again, but there began the final, decisive gun battle and suffice to say it was a doozy. At some point I threw caution to the wind and ran forward to dive out the window or something, blazing away at the (surprised?) folks taking cover on the balcony, before miraculously making it back into cover myself. I remember shooting some especially annoying hostage, one who'd insulted me a lot earlier on, through her eye. Eventually they were dead- all except one.
This one guy wearing a hoodie, standing around a corner at the back of the battlefield with a resigned expression on his face, was the only hostage who hadn't taken up arms- and thus the only one to survive.
This was one of those Uncharted-ish moments where I could see a username above his head, and because of it I at once disliked him and was surprised that he hadn't turned on me with the others- it began with 'Bloods_', in reference to the moronic gang. I grabbed him, suspicious and presumably held him at gunpoint as I asked him just why he didn't join the others.
He shrugged, and sadly I can't remember his answer any longer- it's been too long since I woke up. :( When asked about his choice of username, if he was actually a member of said gang, he said he'd never actually been there and had nothing whatsoever to do with them.
I accepted these answers and was beginning to trust him, but he hesitated when I ordered him to turn out his pockets, and turned out only one of them. When I reached for the other he tensed up, and I realised he had to be armed, I took a moment to hold my gun up passively and defuse the situation- no sense in us killing each other just when some trust was starting to form. I think he turned out to have some crappy (rusty?) little revolver.
Anyway after that I took him with me as I went someplace in the city (?) this was set in. We passed through some central, square/park-ish area, and saw these loudmouth rednecks walking along shouting, for the most part unintelligibly. I explained to my new companion that they were always there or something.
That moment a wolf emerged from somewhere- it had this strange, throaty bark that made a kind of 'wuut/wurt' sound more than anything, and I knew that such wolves were actually players upon whom had been placed a kind of ban, turning them into such creatures for angering an admin.
For some reason this one charged and leaped at me, knocking me flying. I'm not sure if it was going to maul me or what, but "Bloods_" knocked it off me and put his gun to its head as the rednecks began to shout at it- in perfect english now, to my surprise- telling it it shouldn't have pissed off the admins, apparently by being an idiot over OOC chat. ???
Anyway, I -think- my companion let the wolf-thing live and then we went on our way and that's all I remember.
Edit: Okay. That was a strange dream. I had to post it from my phone, since that's where I typed it up, and posting things from my phone is hard so I just dumped it all into a post willy-nilly and then fixed it up via computer. :P
Post by: Tarran on March 14, 2013, 01:02:21 pm
Then I notice there's this singularity, which is right in the path of the star. Sure enough, as soon as the star gets there it slows down (yes, really, goddamn dream physics), flies around the core, then around a couple of degrees of turning (perhaps 90 degrees or so) it flies off again.
Then the singularity starts flying around the galaxy itself after perhaps another close encounter by that same star. It goes off map (which loops) into territories of some other empire I don't want to exist, nomming on stars and flying around some other singularities of another kind (they were labeled * singularity or singularity * rather than just "singularity" and they did nothing), before all of a sudden...
BOOM, it explodes into goddamn planet eaters that look like sea mines, which fly around even faster than the singularity and with enough intelligence to pick their targets. They ravage the random empires I don't care about and eventually the battleground between me and the other race. I get really worried before I find out they specifically target TERRAN planets. Crap! Usually in any decent MOO2 game my empire is mainly Terran by now.
So I look to my core colonies and find out they're there... I send everything I have to attack each one of those planet eaters (in real-time for some reason rather than turn-based), before I notice with horror how the system icon for Sol (which is a planet) has become barren... I look at Sol, and then my home world... and it's still there and it's just Arid? Ohhh, the icon was Arid! Whew! I can recover from that.
Happy my home world wasn't nommed, I continued fighting those planet eaters before I woke up by myself.
Amusingly, now that I look back on it, the locations of the races on the general map and the war reflect my latest MOO2 game with decent accuracy.
Post by: penguinofhonor on March 14, 2013, 01:18:36 pm
I wandered around outside for a while and somehow ended up driving in a car at night. The driver's seat was on the right side for some reason. It was really dark and the windshield was foggy except for the small patch I could keep wiped clear with my hand. I was peeking through that and driving along, hoping the defrost would clear up my vision, when suddenly I took a turn too fast and flew off the road.
I ended up in some guy's driveway, rammed into his garage door. I tried to back out and drive off but I couldn't see well, so when he came outside I got out and decided to take whatever was coming. He started to lecture me about how irresponsible it was to drive drunk.
Post by: Graknorke on March 15, 2013, 04:13:16 pm
The driver's seat was on the right side for some reason.Could it be because you were driving on the left like everyone should?
Post by: penguinofhonor on March 15, 2013, 05:58:04 pm
Post by: NobodyPro on March 16, 2013, 02:45:33 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: penguinofhonor on March 16, 2013, 08:23:32 am
In the first one I was back in high school. One of the underclassmen (I believe she's this freshman at my college who didn't actually go to my high school) approached me and told me that I was going to be her... servant, I guess? I'd be following her around for a couple hours a day, helping her out, and tutoring her. I said no. She said she'd pay well. I said yes.
We then went to her next class, which was being taught by one of my college professors. He's a super liberal biologist. She starts talking to him about how it's terrible that our democrat club is shutting down from lack of funding while the republicans' club is, something about female representation, and a couple other things. He says it's quite tragic but the super conservative religious high school teacher is blocking him from doing anything about it (that guy was actually one of my high school teachers).
Then Shego from Kim Possible was sitting in a desk in front of us, apparently a student. She turns around and offers to track him to see if he's doing anything suspicious. So she follows him, says he is, and we head over to wherever he's at. There's this giant glob monster that's constantly growing and grows more when you damage, and we beat it by cutting it up until it can't grow anymore, then cutting out the center and destroying it.
I woke up at this point as one of my friends came drunkly barging into my room, then I had a bottle of hard cider, checked what was up with League of Legends, and went back to sleep.
Begin dream 2.
I was in some elementary school. I was part of a clearly Homestuck-troll-inspired race with a hierarchy based on different blood colors. The difference here was that as they advanced in age or rank, they went through some process that advanced them to the next blood color and caste.
For some reason, I was in a young child's body. Everyone was baffled since I wasn't supposed to be a child, but the only solution people saw was to send me through the various processes again to get back to where I was supposed to be. The lowest caste was purple blood (Gamzee for you Homestucks), and to advance to the next one you got put into a pod with some other purple-blooders. You were merged organically with the pod via some organ thing that attached to the back of your head and rand down your back in an upside-down U shape.
So I got in and the spherical pod thing started flying around and I was looking out of it and seeing all sorts of shit and I'm pretty sure I had some visions. At the end I got out and refused to advance any further because of what I'd seen, and kept the top bit of the U-shaped organ thing as a symbol (it looked like a scarf at this point so it was decently stylish).
Begin dream 3.
I don't remember as much of this one. It was another school setting, and it followed a woman who had been possessed by a demon. She had a gun and she was going around the school trying to do something evil.
At the end, she found a little kid who was all like "What are you doing?" so she used her demon powers to convince the kid he had been bad and therefore needed to be killed. Some teacher was trying to stop her from killing the kid when I woke up.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 16, 2013, 12:05:30 pm
Post by: Starver on March 17, 2013, 05:35:10 pm
The dream did not start here, but at some point after forgotten precursor adventures, I find myself in a palaeolithic hunter-gatherer tribe. I'm part of it (although possibly a new member), originally camped up around a coppice or small wood (although it later changes to scrubby moorland hillside, albeit on exactly the same spot of contoured landscape). It occurs to me to mention to the spiritual leader of the tribe how maybe instead of growing our own little clumps of personal crop, individually, if we perhaps put half of the seed we each possessed into a communal crop (keeping on the same with the rest) then we'd get various advantages, which the leader-guy thought was a good idea. (In my own mind I was worrying about whether it should be a quarter, or all of it. My biggest concern was whether this would actually be considered taxation, or lead to it or tithes. My mind obviously wasn't palaeolithic...)
Then some anthropologists drove up in their 4x4 (so the world wasn't palaeolithic either?) and we had a chat, looking at the moons. Moons. It occurred to me that there shouldn't be two moons in the sky. And two moons that were big (and close, with less than their own diameters between them, like a pair of wide staring cartoon eyes) and looked more like (I think...) Mimas than Luna, from the crater configuration... Although maybe it was back-side of our actual moon I was somehow seeing. In duplicate. All this was also mentioned, anyhow. The anthropologist[1] allowed as how he might perhaps agree with me about the oddnesses. And as I turned back to the moons I noticed they were smaller than before. Which was news to him (who had been looking at them constantly) but... yes... perhaps I was right about that as well, but he wouldn't have noticed any of this had I not pointed it out.
Then they became very small, bright lights (brighter than most stars, but nearly as small as), and actually move (and get much closer) as they become headlights from a car high on a far-off mountain road, in that direction. We'd been on a moorland plateau, clearly looking at the sky, but now we were looking up at the steep foothills of a mountainous region (with a road artfully winding down a valley coming out of it), and we could obviously not have seen the moon (or moons, or Mimases) at that elevation, and instead the bright flashes of headlights as the occasional car twists down the road and briefly faces us directly... But slightly above there was a crook in the mountainous horizon through which the moon (the real one) could be seen. With a set of "echo" images (slightly fainter and smaller) dotted around it. (In my thoughts I imagined that there was a mathematical relationship describing the positioning of qualities of each echo... Something Fibonacci-like, or from some analogue of X-ray crystallography, although it was more asymmetrical than the examples in either case. But if only I could analyse is it, then...)
Then the scene changes (gradually, organically... somehow), and the next bit is hazier and less easy to describe. The next key image still with me is that I'm in my old family home, trying not to kneel too heavily on the (lid-closed) flat-bed scanner next to my Dad's old computer. (IRL, the glass platter would have definitely broken, through the flimsy lid...) Then out in a car. Dad driving (at least later, although he's in what should be the front passenger seat, so the car is obviously a left-hand-drive (unusual, in my right-hand-drive country), to inadvertently echo someone else's dream as just read), as already-forgotten things happen, although we find that someone's managed to put a small souped-up street-racing car inside the hatchback of a police 4x4. Initially, it appears, upside down with holes in the roof of the police vehicle so that the car inside can be driven when the outer vehicle is inverted, taking the shell of the 4x4 with it. Although later on the police vehicle is the right way up but still being driven car-within-car, like a damaged Russian doll would be, if it were cars with suitably protruding inner wheels. And driven aggressively/recklessly as if it were just the small, light car, despite the heavy shell of the exterior vehicle (and the exterior vehicle's own wheels?). Then more driving strangeness, and then... awake...
(Really too many gaps crept in for coherency, although the bits that remain are still vivid enough.)
[1] Darn, I hope I'm not going to have to type "anthropologist" and "palaeolithic" a lot more. (And, later, Fibonacci.)
Post by: Guardian G.I. on March 18, 2013, 04:45:44 am
My dreams are just random stupid amalgamations of my past memories.
Post by: Ultimuh on March 18, 2013, 07:10:42 am
My dreams are just random stupid amalgamations of my past memories.Mostly it's this for me.
Other times, they are quite.. interesting.
The best dreams I tend to dream tough are those full of ¤ADVENTURE¤.
But those are few and I usually don't dream of them as often as I would like.
However most of the time, I forget what I dreamt of.
Post by: NobodyPro on March 18, 2013, 08:14:15 pm
Post by: Mr Space Cat on March 19, 2013, 06:50:11 am
Then I got home and discovered that my earlier attempt at summoning/reviving the body of an eldritch alien horror-the body of which I had dug up-was actually working. I would be possessed by this revived alien prophetic shaman who was the last of his kind, and I would ultimately be responsible for the utter annihilation of the happy Seuss town and the rest of the world by my own foolish actions.
I woke up before I got to see how my subconscious would portray what it was like being possessed. I'm a bit disappointed, considering how the experience of sharing a body with another conscious is otherwise unimaginable or unexperiencable. Though I am impressed by my subconscious' ability to make a happy little world with happy little trees and then brutally kick the happy little protagonist in the gut with a happy little alien demonic possession. Kudos, brain, I never saw it coming.
Post by: MaximumZero on March 19, 2013, 10:43:25 am
Guys, why are your dreams so meaningful?My dreams are only what I decide they should be. *shrug*
My dreams are just random stupid amalgamations of my past memories.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 19, 2013, 11:16:02 am
Guys, why are your dreams so meaningful?If you consistently dream of your past, consider yourself lucky!
My dreams are just random stupid amalgamations of my past memories.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on March 19, 2013, 02:27:21 pm
My unconscious mind twists my past memories into unrecognisable pile of nonsense.Guys, why are your dreams so meaningful?If you consistently dream of your past, consider yourself lucky!
My dreams are just random stupid amalgamations of my past memories.
No awesome stories, no nightmares, no adventures... Just nonsense. :(
Post by: Lightningfalcon on March 19, 2013, 07:38:36 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on March 19, 2013, 09:12:52 pm
Guys, why are your dreams so meaningful?
My dreams are just random stupid amalgamations of my past memories.
I hope you're not talking about my long ass dream posts, cause they're definitely 90% amalgamations of my interests and past memories with 10% whatever I'm worrying about at the time.
Post by: Sirus on March 19, 2013, 09:16:54 pm
Post by: PanH on March 19, 2013, 11:59:12 pm
The worst is feeling like falling in a dream. You feel all stiff, and boom, as if you really fell. And, as I used to live under the roof, boom the head too :(
Post by: Guardian G.I. on March 20, 2013, 02:37:58 am
Soon after that, I was sitting in my school's auditorium with my classmates. I was listening to this song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQUpBI2RqYU) on my music player, and didn't pay attention to what was happening on stage. Then, I woke up.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on March 20, 2013, 11:48:09 pm
Is it normal for dreams to include physical pain?Sometimes my dreams integrate physical stimuli into the dreamworld, or the other way around. Sometimes in dreams I randomly feel as if my teeth are (painfully) falling out or being forcefully pulled out, only to wake up with my jaw really sore and stiff from clenching my plastic retainers between my teeth. The other night I briefly woke up to the sound of heavy rain outside, and next thing I knew I was dreaming of torrential downpours flooding buildings. It depends on the person and the situation and stimuli, I guess.
Post by: Fniff on March 21, 2013, 12:02:29 am
Odd. Never had a dream where I wasn't anyone but myself.
Post by: PanH on March 21, 2013, 12:12:30 am
I don't think I ever had a dream where I was myself. At least, the same myself that lives in the day.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on March 21, 2013, 12:18:38 am
Post by: Yoink on March 21, 2013, 12:29:54 am
I had an awesome dream the other night but I haven't had a chance to post it yet. It is relevant, I think, to Bay12's interests as it formed an incredibly fun game idea.
Post by: Fniff on March 21, 2013, 12:38:02 am
Post by: Haspen on March 21, 2013, 02:56:55 am
It started in my university class where I was alone with few random students, and one began acting jiggly and giddy. So we sprayed him with water and he partially melted, partially exploded because he was the changeling of sorts. We then watched news on the subject of recent changeling revolt or something of that kind. Then I had to avoid changelings from unviersity to my house because they turned you with touch and were vulnerable to water.
At home, my mother recommended me using a pain-soothing gel because it's mostly water + some compounds that further weaken the changelings. So I applied some to myself.
Then I was outside and was battling few of my neighbours who were changed, and arrived in my university to deliver a lecture of 'Living in Harmony and Avoiding Accidental Turning' to the changelings because the government believed we can live in peace.
Of course, the speech was written by some gov.worker, so it was utterly boring and kinda insulting, but I don't remember the text. I did see and read the text, though. The changelings were giving us a chance and so I was supposed to speak with one of their high-ranking officials of sorts, who lived in a manor. That changeling turned out to look exactly like Ciel from The Black Butler anime, just an adult. On the way to basement, where he wanted to show me his human slaves living in 'happiness and harmony' with him, I decided I won't have anything of it so I shot him from my water rifle in the face, causing him to explode messily.
Of course it meant I forever destroyed any chance for peace between humans and changelings, so I decided to storm the changeling HQ before they learn of my treachery. Equipped in two water-filled rifles, I stormed local kindegarten - the place were changelings were hiding.
There, I had to kill my changed sister and her girlfriend, two girls from my university, some of my cousins and uncles, then some random people, and even managed to kill few changelings that, during the beginning of the massacre, turned into furniture and tried to ambush me. I believe I killed ~30 changelings before water in my rifles ran out. Then I was accosted by Ivan.
Ivan was a russian changeling and he was very resistant, and he looked exactly like Guardian G.I. on one of his newest photos; dark short hair, black formal suit, dark demonic eyes. He ran after me, and the last spurts of water from rifles did only scorch him slightly. I believed it was time to use my secondary weapon - the 'grenade', which was my name for Hydrogen Peroxide (H2O2) filled jar.
And just as I smashed said 'grenade' against Ivan's head... my mother woke me up, because I overslept my alarm clock by 20 minutes.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on March 21, 2013, 03:42:53 am
Ivan was a russian changeling and he was very resistant, and he looked exactly like Guardian G.I. on one of his newest photos; dark short hair, black formal suit, dark demonic eyes.My face when reading this:
(http://i.imgur.com/yt7S9d6.jpg)
Post by: Haspen on March 21, 2013, 03:49:51 am
Yer invaded my dream, I'm scarred V:
Post by: Yoink on March 21, 2013, 04:16:24 am
Although none of them have tried to kill me. Yet...
Post by: Sabretache on March 21, 2013, 05:16:48 am
I then drove down through the city (Maybe New York?) in the boat eventually getting to the ocean before an epic chase with the coast guard. Somewhere in there I somehow saw a news report about the incident with the Medic and Heavy from TF2 being interviewed... I think the Demoman was the guy helping me steal the piano also...
Odd.
Edit.
One that I just remembered. It was a zombie apocalypse and our two story house somehow combined both stories into a 'above ground 1st/2nd floor' (safe from the zombies). Anyways I find a bag of grenades and decided to blow up the neighbourhood with them and purge the zombies. I get sidetracked and just take pot shots at zombies which are like 300m away in a sewer with grenades from the balcony. I then think 'how did I throw them that far?' before having a nice roast lamb dinner with potatoes...
Post by: MaximumZero on March 21, 2013, 10:43:48 am
I had been kidnapped by North Korean infiltrators, and taken...somewhere. It looked to be a warehouse of some kind. I was put in chains, forcibly stripped, and put into fighting gear. Apparently, this was a huge mistake, because I punched out most of the people holding my chains, rushed toward a door, and when I went to open it, my captors started begging me and pleading not to open the door, or everyone would die. They were crying. Even the ones I hadn't punched. Anyway, I went to another door, and was led up an entryway into an arena/fight club setting. A rickety boxing ring was surrounded by probably two or three thousand totally silent Koreans. As I climbed into the ring, I felt all eyes on me. I was mildly disturbed. An announcement was made to back away from the ring, and a barbed-wire fence rammed its way through the floor, surrounding the ring. A ramp was lowered over the fence, and it was announced that North Korea's best fighter would be entering via the ramp, due to a number of crowd fatalities last time the fighter got into the ring. All of the sudden, heavy metal music began playing, people began screaming in a weird combination of panic and excitement, an announcer began announcing something in korean, I heard the words 32 and 0, and down the ramp came...
a potato. Not a giant potato, not Kim Jong-Un as a potatoman, no. Just a regular ol' Idaho potato. As it hit the floor, everyone in the crowd gasped. I stood there. The music stopped. A referee shouted to begin from outside the cage. The potato, not done from rolling down the ramp, rolled slowly toward me. It bumped into my foot, which drew large "ooh"s and "ah"s from the crowd. I pushed it a little bit with my foot, but the ring was slanted toward me because of my weight, so it rolled right back to me. When it bumped into me again, huge cheers erupted from the crowd. I pushed it again, the crowd hushed. So, I walk up to the potato, pick it up and put it in the middle of the ring, between my feet. Hushed whispers ran through the crowd. A dozen announcers have been talking this whole time. I look around, and see that there are tv cameras planted in the crowd. At the top of the arena area, there is a glassed off section holding what looks to be important military personnel and Kim Jong-Un.
So, I decide to make a show of it. I pick the potato up, and promptly fall over with my arm behind my back, faking that I'm in a submission hold. I scream in fake pain, trying to keep from laughing. The crowd roars. I plant my hands on the floor, turn a somersault to escape the "submission", and get back to my feet. The crowd hushes. I put both hands on the potato, get into a Muay Thai clinch stance, and pretend to struggle with it. The crowd begins to chant. Po-ta-to! Po-ta-to! Suddently, I bring my hands to my knee, as if I were throwing a knockout knee strike to someone's head, and spray potato chunks everywhere. I have defeated the potato. The arena is silent. Kim Jong-Un is crying. I raise my hand in victory and the dream ends.
WTF?
Post by: Haspen on March 21, 2013, 10:49:40 am
Post by: RedWarrior0 on March 21, 2013, 11:11:27 am
-SNIP SNIP-Well then.
Post by: Fniff on March 21, 2013, 11:48:43 am
We do it with tomatoes.
Post by: Lagslayer on March 21, 2013, 01:13:17 pm
I had a very, very strange semi-lucid dream last night.Epic dream. I'm glad to have been here to read your recounting of it.
I had been kidnapped by North Korean infiltrators, and taken...somewhere. It looked to be a warehouse of some kind. I was put in chains, forcibly stripped, and put into fighting gear. Apparently, this was a huge mistake, because I punched out most of the people holding my chains, rushed toward a door, and when I went to open it, my captors started begging me and pleading not to open the door, or everyone would die. They were crying. Even the ones I hadn't punched. Anyway, I went to another door, and was led up an entryway into an arena/fight club setting. A rickety boxing ring was surrounded by probably two or three thousand totally silent Koreans. As I climbed into the ring, I felt all eyes on me. I was mildly disturbed. An announcement was made to back away from the ring, and a barbed-wire fence rammed its way through the floor, surrounding the ring. A ramp was lowered over the fence, and it was announced that North Korea's best fighter would be entering via the ramp, due to a number of crowd fatalities last time the fighter got into the ring. All of the sudden, heavy metal music began playing, people began screaming in a weird combination of panic and excitement, an announcer began announcing something in korean, I heard the words 32 and 0, and down the ramp came...
a potato. Not a giant potato, not Kim Jong-Un as a potatoman, no. Just a regular ol' Idaho potato. As it hit the floor, everyone in the crowd gasped. I stood there. The music stopped. A referee shouted to begin from outside the cage. The potato, not done from rolling down the ramp, rolled slowly toward me. It bumped into my foot, which drew large "ooh"s and "ah"s from the crowd. I pushed it a little bit with my foot, but the ring was slanted toward me because of my weight, so it rolled right back to me. When it bumped into me again, huge cheers erupted from the crowd. I pushed it again, the crowd hushed. So, I walk up to the potato, pick it up and put it in the middle of the ring, between my feet. Hushed whispers ran through the crowd. A dozen announcers have been talking this whole time. I look around, and see that there are tv cameras planted in the crowd. At the top of the arena area, there is a glassed off section holding what looks to be important military personnel and Kim Jong-Un.
So, I decide to make a show of it. I pick the potato up, and promptly fall over with my arm behind my back, faking that I'm in a submission hold. I scream in fake pain, trying to keep from laughing. The crowd roars. I plant my hands on the floor, turn a somersault to escape the "submission", and get back to my feet. The crowd hushes. I put both hands on the potato, get into a Muay Thai clinch stance, and pretend to struggle with it. The crowd begins to chant. Po-ta-to! Po-ta-to! Suddently, I bring my hands to my knee, as if I were throwing a knockout knee strike to someone's head, and spray potato chunks everywhere. I have defeated the potato. The arena is silent. Kim Jong-Un is crying. I raise my hand in victory and the dream ends.
WTF?
Now, if only i could remember my dream from last night. I remember it was a particularly good one, in a semi-nightmarish sort of way.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 21, 2013, 04:57:31 pm
Is it normal for dreams to include physical pain? Last night I dreamed that I was doing something for someone else (the specifics have been forgotten). If I did something wrong, it felt like dozens of long, sharp needles were being jammed into my back. It woke me up more than once.No idea. But there was a few times when I had dreams of my ribs getting smashed via dream trauma, lungs getting stabbed via scuba man with a knife, lungs impaling themselves on ribs e.t.c.
They were appropriately painful dreams. Though it never woke me up and I never thought much of it. Pain is all a part of the virtual reality we call perception, so it stands to reason our brain can effectively simulate the stimulation of pain.
Post by: RedKing on March 21, 2013, 05:12:51 pm
I had a very, very strange semi-lucid dream last night.......
I had been kidnapped by North Korean infiltrators, and taken...somewhere. It looked to be a warehouse of some kind. I was put in chains, forcibly stripped, and put into fighting gear. Apparently, this was a huge mistake, because I punched out most of the people holding my chains, rushed toward a door, and when I went to open it, my captors started begging me and pleading not to open the door, or everyone would die. They were crying. Even the ones I hadn't punched. Anyway, I went to another door, and was led up an entryway into an arena/fight club setting. A rickety boxing ring was surrounded by probably two or three thousand totally silent Koreans. As I climbed into the ring, I felt all eyes on me. I was mildly disturbed. An announcement was made to back away from the ring, and a barbed-wire fence rammed its way through the floor, surrounding the ring. A ramp was lowered over the fence, and it was announced that North Korea's best fighter would be entering via the ramp, due to a number of crowd fatalities last time the fighter got into the ring. All of the sudden, heavy metal music began playing, people began screaming in a weird combination of panic and excitement, an announcer began announcing something in korean, I heard the words 32 and 0, and down the ramp came...
a potato. Not a giant potato, not Kim Jong-Un as a potatoman, no. Just a regular ol' Idaho potato. As it hit the floor, everyone in the crowd gasped. I stood there. The music stopped. A referee shouted to begin from outside the cage. The potato, not done from rolling down the ramp, rolled slowly toward me. It bumped into my foot, which drew large "ooh"s and "ah"s from the crowd. I pushed it a little bit with my foot, but the ring was slanted toward me because of my weight, so it rolled right back to me. When it bumped into me again, huge cheers erupted from the crowd. I pushed it again, the crowd hushed. So, I walk up to the potato, pick it up and put it in the middle of the ring, between my feet. Hushed whispers ran through the crowd. A dozen announcers have been talking this whole time. I look around, and see that there are tv cameras planted in the crowd. At the top of the arena area, there is a glassed off section holding what looks to be important military personnel and Kim Jong-Un.
So, I decide to make a show of it. I pick the potato up, and promptly fall over with my arm behind my back, faking that I'm in a submission hold. I scream in fake pain, trying to keep from laughing. The crowd roars. I plant my hands on the floor, turn a somersault to escape the "submission", and get back to my feet. The crowd hushes. I put both hands on the potato, get into a Muay Thai clinch stance, and pretend to struggle with it. The crowd begins to chant. Po-ta-to! Po-ta-to! Suddently, I bring my hands to my knee, as if I were throwing a knockout knee strike to someone's head, and spray potato chunks everywhere. I have defeated the potato. The arena is silent. Kim Jong-Un is crying. I raise my hand in victory and the dream ends.
WTF?
.....
...I don't know what you've been smoking, but I'd like to order three metric tons of it. Express shipping.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on March 21, 2013, 05:18:18 pm
Patriotism. That's what he's smoked.I had a very, very strange semi-lucid dream last night.......
I had been kidnapped by North Korean infiltrators, and taken...somewhere. It looked to be a warehouse of some kind. I was put in chains, forcibly stripped, and put into fighting gear. Apparently, this was a huge mistake, because I punched out most of the people holding my chains, rushed toward a door, and when I went to open it, my captors started begging me and pleading not to open the door, or everyone would die. They were crying. Even the ones I hadn't punched. Anyway, I went to another door, and was led up an entryway into an arena/fight club setting. A rickety boxing ring was surrounded by probably two or three thousand totally silent Koreans. As I climbed into the ring, I felt all eyes on me. I was mildly disturbed. An announcement was made to back away from the ring, and a barbed-wire fence rammed its way through the floor, surrounding the ring. A ramp was lowered over the fence, and it was announced that North Korea's best fighter would be entering via the ramp, due to a number of crowd fatalities last time the fighter got into the ring. All of the sudden, heavy metal music began playing, people began screaming in a weird combination of panic and excitement, an announcer began announcing something in korean, I heard the words 32 and 0, and down the ramp came...
a potato. Not a giant potato, not Kim Jong-Un as a potatoman, no. Just a regular ol' Idaho potato. As it hit the floor, everyone in the crowd gasped. I stood there. The music stopped. A referee shouted to begin from outside the cage. The potato, not done from rolling down the ramp, rolled slowly toward me. It bumped into my foot, which drew large "ooh"s and "ah"s from the crowd. I pushed it a little bit with my foot, but the ring was slanted toward me because of my weight, so it rolled right back to me. When it bumped into me again, huge cheers erupted from the crowd. I pushed it again, the crowd hushed. So, I walk up to the potato, pick it up and put it in the middle of the ring, between my feet. Hushed whispers ran through the crowd. A dozen announcers have been talking this whole time. I look around, and see that there are tv cameras planted in the crowd. At the top of the arena area, there is a glassed off section holding what looks to be important military personnel and Kim Jong-Un.
So, I decide to make a show of it. I pick the potato up, and promptly fall over with my arm behind my back, faking that I'm in a submission hold. I scream in fake pain, trying to keep from laughing. The crowd roars. I plant my hands on the floor, turn a somersault to escape the "submission", and get back to my feet. The crowd hushes. I put both hands on the potato, get into a Muay Thai clinch stance, and pretend to struggle with it. The crowd begins to chant. Po-ta-to! Po-ta-to! Suddently, I bring my hands to my knee, as if I were throwing a knockout knee strike to someone's head, and spray potato chunks everywhere. I have defeated the potato. The arena is silent. Kim Jong-Un is crying. I raise my hand in victory and the dream ends.
WTF?
.....
...I don't know what you've been smoking, but I'd like to order three metric tons of it. Express shipping.
Post by: Tarran on March 21, 2013, 05:49:22 pm
Patriotism. That's what he's smoked.Correction: Patriotism Tobacco.
Post by: Xantalos on March 21, 2013, 09:33:05 pm
Post by: Starver on March 22, 2013, 12:03:06 am
I had a dream where I was a wolf. I believe I killed a mammoth or similar mammal.I've mentioned before that I've often been random people (or a 3rd-person observer, but usually focussed upon the starring character I might temporarily not be 1st-person with), jumping around as the internal dream plot and fantastical associated screenplay desires.
Odd. Never had a dream where I wasn't anyone but myself.
For a large part of last night's dream 'I' was a teenage girl of a different ethnicity, and or a ghost-type being that was accompanying her (and doing useful things for her like drilling out entire bricks from a wall so that the girl had footholds and handholds to could climb up the wall to repair some minor damage she'd done nearer the ceiling before the parents noticed... yeah... logical at the time...), in a family home that was nothing like my own. And neither ghost nor girl were me (so far as I know), yet there I was, often behind the eyes (ectoplasmic or otherwise).
But when I was out of the house and in the toy-shop[1], I was more me. Perhaps. The fact that I was also (usually upon departing the toy-shop to do more Christmas shopping) apparently a Victorian gentleman (or possibly a less refined person of the self-same streets) who was at times asked to deal with trouble on the fledgling London Underground makes me doubt that I was entirely me, even then.
[1] Another major setting, with its own plot to it that needs unravelling.
Post by: Leatra on March 22, 2013, 07:53:26 am
I was the secretary of an evil woman named Emma Whats-her-surname. I was more like a slave. The corporation had accommodations, food, etc and I wasn't allowed to leave. I needed to be promoted to be allowed to leave the building and the promotion wasn't coming anytime soon. I just wanted to leave before I went crazy.
I secretly entered the Emma's room (which was next to my tiny room) with the key she gave me. She wasn't there. I searched through the documents and tried to find... something. I was just trying to find a way to get out of this hellhole. I found a note on her table and read it. I don't remember exactly what was written but I remember what was it about. It roughly said:
Next time I won't be so kind and if you don't meet my demands, worse will happen.
Max.
Max. I didn't know who this Max was and what he wanted from my boss. What's more is, who the fuck leaves his name on a threat note which can be used as evidence against him later? I didn't care much anyway. So, someone was messing with my evil boss? Cool! Anyway, I couldn't find anything else of interest so I cleaned the mess I made while searching and got out. I decided to take a walk around the building. While walking around, I saw an old man, wearing a tuxedo. He seemed... important. An important man like this probably could leave this building whenever he wanted. That gave me an idea and I tried something.
I put my winning smile and walked towards the old man shouting "Hey, remember me?". He smiled too but it was obvious he was thinking more like "Who da fuck is this?" and he was just smiling to not seem rude. When I got closer to him, I laughed and said "Ah, good old days" and hugged him. When I hugged him, I quickly searched through his pockets and found a card. After I took the card and stopped my bear hug, I said "Okay, see ya later." and walked away. He was like "WTF JUST HAPPEN?" but I guess he was too much of a gentleman to say it.
Anyway, after I put a safe distance, I found a bench and sit there. I examined the card, it was a simple business ID card you can wear around your neck. This guy was definitely someone important. I didn't even have a work card. Maybe I could use it to my advantage. I looked at the photo on the card, it looked nothing like me because the guy in the photo, well, it was that old guy. I realized the photo was in some kind of a pocket inside the protective material around the card. It was like someone cut the protective plastic with a knife, scraped off the photo on it, and put another photo. Weird. Eh, it worked to my advantage.
I quickly got back to my office and found a small photo of me in my desk. I took off the photo of the old guy from the card and put in my photo. I memorized the name, department, etc on the card in case someone asked me something. Funny thing is I don't remember any of it now. I wore the card around my neck, and before I escaped from this corporatedom, I decided to take a look at Emma, my boss' office for the lulz. She wasn't there again, but there was some half-eaten omelette on her table. I thought about poisoning her meal (seriously) but it could be suspicious if Emma suddenly died because of a poison and her secretary disappeared into thin air.
Kinda disappointed with not murdering Emma, I decided to haul ass before I got caught with someone else's card. Now, the dream is kinda hazy from now on but what I remember is, I tried to find an exit from this building for like, forever. After waking up, I thought about it a little and then Fridge Horror (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FridgeHorror) kicked in. The building is already the size of a small town and it has EVERYTHING. It even had virtual sunlight. It was some hi-tech stuff. You can simply live there. So, the building probably didn't have an exit and we were meant to work like slaves until we died. That was our world, simple as that.
BTW, I have no idea who Max is. Maybe I forgot that part of the dream where I find out about him or something.
Also, it's kinda weird that I'm not in my country but another country where people have English names and everyone talks English.
Post by: PanH on March 23, 2013, 11:03:20 am
So, I had this weird dream.
There was a city, which was small, but in fact big (?). And there was going to be a big party or whatever, so people (only 1), were putting red sheet, and wood on crossing, and it formed towers suddenly. The party happened, but there was nobody. It was fun party though, even if it happened in 1 second at most.
Then, we were in several groups (i was several people at the same time), and I was also a penguin, but a cartoonish one so I could use some sort of hands. Everything went dark, so we waited in a tower. After that, there was another cartoonish penguin which was fighting zombies with his cane.
At that point, the different groups of people left the tower, and we began to explore the city, and we were all at the same place. 2 of my brothers appeared (or were they here since the start ?), as well as a crossbow in my hands, and we saw a shadow on the side of the street. Only a few of us saw it, and someone said "big spider", so I was at ease (?). Suddenly, the shadow formed into a skeleton that was running very fast to my brothers, which were at the end of the street. I threw the crossbow at it, and it exploded into bones. I arrived at the same place of my brothers, and we saw tons of skeletons coming from a hill to us. So we run to them, and each time we touched them, they exploded. At this point, we arrived on the top of the hill, and we were surrounded by shadows and big spiders. A baby appeared into my hands, and I threw it against a zombie, which it punched, but unlike the crossbow, it came back into my hands.
And then, I fell off a cliff.
It was a rather dark dream overall, a bit sad (but I don't remember why). There's probably parts I'm missing.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on March 23, 2013, 11:12:44 am
In the particular episode, which I only half-way made it through, my brain got the meaning of the name Loewes mixed up. Instead of being a name that appears on museum items and changes their ownership, it was a catapult made of severed brains. It constantly made a wind sound that:
A: Only worked when there were two people in the area.
B: Teleported a person's brain out of their head and grafted it onto the catapult, leaving a mark on the cranium of the victim allowing ease of opening.
C: Switched people's right eyes with eachother, which was solved by switching their glasses lenses in a case where both victims wore glasses and the catapult was right next to them, recharging. They took the brains of the victims off of the catapult and fit them back into the victims' heads, somehow reviving them. Also this was in a house that looked almost exactly like mine.
I didn't watch the second half. I woke up.
Post by: flame99 on March 23, 2013, 11:45:11 am
Post by: Leatra on March 24, 2013, 08:53:51 am
An Indian visited my house. I asked his signature and he told me that he didn't know how to "make" one. I got a piece of paper and a pen, then I wrote my signature to give him an example. Then he wrote a weird one as well. I praised how cool his signature looks and he seemed proud and happy. Then he left.
Post by: penguinofhonor on March 24, 2013, 12:57:59 pm
Post by: Lagslayer on March 24, 2013, 08:33:35 pm
I had this dream like 2 hours ago.For the purposes of creating my own mental image of this dream, I must inquire as to which sort of Indian you are referring.
An Indian visited my house. I asked his signature and he told me that he didn't know how to "make" one. I got a piece of paper and a pen, then I wrote my signature to give him an example. Then he wrote a weird one as well. I praised how cool his signature looks and he seemed proud and happy. Then he left.
Post by: Lightningfalcon on March 24, 2013, 08:35:20 pm
Probally an Indian native who was kidnapped by space aliens and transported to America to become a recursive Indian.I had this dream like 2 hours ago.For the purposes of creating my own mental image of this dream, I must inquire as to which sort of Indian you are referring.
An Indian visited my house. I asked his signature and he told me that he didn't know how to "make" one. I got a piece of paper and a pen, then I wrote my signature to give him an example. Then he wrote a weird one as well. I praised how cool his signature looks and he seemed proud and happy. Then he left.
Post by: Leatra on March 25, 2013, 03:06:05 pm
Kidding, it was an India Indian. I have no idea how I knew he was Indian though. He kinda looked like Gandhi too.
Post by: Edmus on March 25, 2013, 03:44:21 pm
I was captain of a space ship and we were drifting through deep space (think Red Dwarf situation). My crew is also all the main characters from the Dark Tower books for some reason. We came across a space station. Inside is a robot AI computer and a little girl. I was a skeletal torso and head with white panels that could reshape themselves to create expressions. It was creepy enough just to look at, but it thought it was human. We decided we should tell him what he is. He starts screaming in absolute horror of innermost fear realised. I run into the back room and grab the little girl, who considered the robot her mum. Back in the main room everything is on fire, including the robot. I send the girl off into the ship, pick up the freaky ass torso thing and toss it out of the flames. It had stopped screaming but I doubt it was dead. I then jumped in the ship and we got the hell out of dodge. It was probably the most unsettling dream I have ever had. Considering that monster with the child all that time in the dark... The robot was quite obviously on the verge of madness and everything about it terrified me.
Post by: Tarran on March 25, 2013, 05:07:11 pm
Native American, of course. Who refers to Indians as Indians?Were his words backed by nuclear weapons?
Kidding, it was an India Indian. I have no idea how I knew he was Indian though. He kinda looked like Gandhi too.
Post by: Flying Dice on March 25, 2013, 05:12:35 pm
Post by: Remuthra on March 25, 2013, 05:14:02 pm
Post by: Starver on March 26, 2013, 06:39:43 am
He kinda looked like Gandhi too.Were his words backed by nuclear weapons?
<groan>
/goes to cancel the "We love Tarran day" celebrations with no apparent reason or effect.
Post by: Tarran on March 26, 2013, 02:07:34 pm
/goes to cancel the "We love Tarran day" celebrations with no apparent reason or effect.I never knew there was a "We love Tarran day", nor did I know you cared about me enough to even have it in the first place. :P
Anyway, I dreamed about Afghanistan. Not what you'd expect from Afghanistan, oh no, it looked like some of the wetter parts of Montana in its trees, but also with gigantic highways and even oil wells for no apparent reason. Funny thing, apparently me and some other people (I think my "mother" was with us) were tourists. In Afghanistan.
The dream then lead us to a lake surrounded by woods with cabins for rent and stuff. We rented it, then for some reason we began to need to start rubbing certain things off of certain things we brought.
Then the dream lead to one of my frogs trying to eat a cricket, but then eating loose translucent duct tape by mistake (my frog tank's foam wall in real life has holes all over the damn place due to the crickets eating the wall, which I've tried to cover with duct tape), then getting eaten by something else. The rest of the entire dream was dedicated to getting him out and the duct tape out of his mouth. I did succeed in the end.
Post by: penguinofhonor on March 26, 2013, 02:11:30 pm
After the bacon making was over, we ate it. Then Joe Biden and his wife drove past and we had a discussion with them. They were dismayed that they had missed the bacon, and I was absolutely pissed that I had missed an opportunity to eat bacon with the vice president and his wife.
Post by: Leatra on March 26, 2013, 06:48:34 pm
Post by: RedWarrior0 on March 26, 2013, 06:53:41 pm
A bunch of League of Legends characters were fighting in a tree. Tryndamere knocked Garen out of it at some point. I have no clue what was going on here, but apparently Tryndamere's side was doing so well he started to alternate between fighting and cooking bacon.Some teams push when they get an ace. This team makes bacon.
After the bacon was over, we ate it. Then Joe Biden and his wife drove past and we had a discussion with them. They were dismayed that they had missed the bacon, and I was absolutely pissed that I had missed an opportunity to eat bacon with the vice president and his wife.
Post by: Lightningfalcon on March 26, 2013, 07:26:49 pm
Had a long nightmare about having a class schedule that randomly changed times, dates, and locations for meetings. The fuck is this, where did my surreal horror dreams go?I regularly have a dream in the days leading up to each new school year where I lose my schedule. Without fail.
Post by: Leatra on March 26, 2013, 07:37:04 pm
This reminded me of an old dream which the school I was in (a high school) was turned into a place where adults torture children for fun. Your mind works funny when you hate schools. Since average students per class was around 50 in my school, we were literally waiting for our turns to be tortured. I don't remember how torture was actually carried out but it involved chains, a cage, and nothing kinky. I also remember running away from that place with a couple of classmates.Had a long nightmare about having a class schedule that randomly changed times, dates, and locations for meetings. The fuck is this, where did my surreal horror dreams go?I regularly have a dream in the days leading up to each new school year where I lose my schedule. Without fail.
Post by: Reudh on March 27, 2013, 08:13:54 pm
Dream ended.
Post by: Pnx on March 28, 2013, 10:42:24 am
Basically there was this fantasy world under attack by an undead army, and in it there was this elfish nation, except they weren't really classical elves so much as elves that lived in a weird utopian society and engaged in a lot of magical body modification. They were ruled by a council of seven that only made decisions by a 6/7ths supermajority, which meant they never got anything done and were paralysed by indecision.
Anyway, so there's this one kid (who was only a child by elf standards), who went to the book of life, which was the name for this magical living book that sort of acted as a consititution and a bible for their society, containing various legends and some prophecies and a bunch of rules. Anyway, he basically magically glues some pages in there that say that in this dark time, the youngest elf able to sit the council should become a king for all of them.
So since this has some historical precedent with the book growing new pages at certain points in time, some of them believe this is real, and those that don't just want their little nation to get it's shit together before they're being chewed on by mummies and zombies, so they agree to go along with this anyway.
So the child king's first thing is to declare a new currency, the oranj, with a J to distinguish it from the fruit, also, it uses the "ii" thing for plural so you'd say five oranjii. Which leads to this conversation with a council member:
"But we already have an official currency, nobody here uses it, but it was mandated by the economic alliance we're in, they declared all member nations must have a currency."
"Does it say anything about them having two?"
"Well... no, but no nation has two because-"
"Well we can be the first to have two."
Then there's some other stuff, like how the king declares that there should be a draft, then the councilors tried to explain that the wording of the draft conflicted with the established legal wording because it indicated all elves should be drafted, but since the elven life cycle often ends with them deciding to "return to the earth" by becoming rock or earth, or merging with a tree (which is what gives their trees their degree of sentience and mobility). They've got a huge statue garden full of statues that actually were the people they're statues of.
But the kid's just like "so let the rocks and the trees be our soldiers and whatever"...
I don't think the dream actually ended, I think from there it basically turned into some kind of RTS game... then I woke up before it concluded.
Post by: Haspen on March 28, 2013, 11:52:42 am
-dream-
I would kinda play a game based on that. Or read a book or something :P
Post by: Pnx on March 28, 2013, 12:01:36 pm
Every once in a while my subconscious does churn out something pretty epic in my dreams.
Post by: Ameablable on March 28, 2013, 01:40:17 pm
then i woke up and remembered that i dreamt a dream about not dreaming.
this was last nights dream. im an odd person
Post by: Zrk2 on March 28, 2013, 01:49:23 pm
Post by: Ameablable on March 28, 2013, 01:52:57 pm
My dreams are always just nonsenical. You guys have all the fun.nonsensical dreams are the best though. if you can remember it
Post by: Zrk2 on March 28, 2013, 02:13:26 pm
There were these random people over at my house. A whole family, IIRC. Anyway, being as social as I always I go up to my room. Some girl is sitting on my bed. Understandably excited I go say hello. Then my mom comes out of her room, sees are and screams at her to get out, so she leaves. Oddly enough my mom never yells at me. I go downstairs and out the front door to try and talk to her. Once outside some guy attacks me with a knife. I pull out my jacknife and we have a knife fight. Only some other guy is standing 20 feet away throwing knives at the two of us, one of them hits me in the back but does little damage. I eventually stab the first guy in the gut and get up to go after knife throwing guy. He runs away and then I wake up.
Post by: hops on March 28, 2013, 05:39:08 pm
Post by: Slayerhero90 on March 28, 2013, 08:48:35 pm
Post by: Flying Dice on March 29, 2013, 12:12:02 am
Has anyone else found that eating green bell pepper results in a higher-than-normal chance of strange dreams? Not sure if it's just confirmation bias or what.
Post by: flame99 on March 29, 2013, 12:25:13 am
Post by: Catsup on March 29, 2013, 12:26:38 am
Most of my dreams are benign and make sense. I dont get "happy" dreams or many nightmares that are actually "scary". I do have the occasional exciting dream like that time i dreamed there was some kind of zombie outbreak and everyone was trying to evac and i was stuck in traffic with my family and ended up taking the wheel; i think i may have been playing some zombie game like plants vs zombies or something at that time tho.
Oh then theres those types of dreams that wake me up, those dreams usually involve falling from a great height at some point, im woken up as my body tries to simulate the falling in bed by randomly snatching and kicking around. And when i sometimes scream something out loud suddenly in my sleep, its probly a dream where i was talking to someone and it got a little intense (in the dream).
Post by: MaximumZero on March 29, 2013, 01:15:25 am
I've never noticed that. I eat bell peppers a lot, and my dreams never seem crazier than normal. Of course, all my dreams are pretty crazy to begin with, so I might not be the best person to comment on that.Have you ever had the urge to yell "Alles Cuisine"?
Post by: fractalman on March 29, 2013, 02:02:07 am
A tornado composed of three seperate consciousnesses.
...in a dream. yeah.
As for pain, in dreams? Every time I feel pain in a dream, I wind up tracing it back to actual pain of the body when I wake up-an injured wrist, a sore throat...but I've been "killed' plenty of times in a dream, by all sorts of ways, and there is never any simulation of pain as a result of the dream.
Post by: Leatra on March 29, 2013, 06:11:19 am
I had like 4 dreams last night and this was only one of them. Too bad I can't remember the others.
Post by: Haspen on March 29, 2013, 06:32:04 am
Post by: Slayerhero90 on March 29, 2013, 11:40:14 pm
Post by: Fniff on March 30, 2013, 09:46:44 am
I wish games had more evil options like that. Not so much pointlessly evil as evil to get you power.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on March 30, 2013, 04:10:48 pm
Last night, I had clicked on the link to the SCP wiki that sent to the one about the forest in the Rockies with the children and that picture. Creeped me out, so the obviously most intelligent thing to do was TVTropes Slender, Marble Hornets, and the Mythos itself. Now, it was about 6:30-7:00 in the morning, a time that, in a normal week, I would be on the bus to school were today a weekday. I woke up at around 2 PM, just now. Got me coffee right next to me and my scalemate awkwardly wedged between my stomach and my desk. Anyways, so Dad had been hinting that I should go to bed since he woke up at 2 AM. At almost 7:00, he just outright said, "Go to sleep. You'll have a hard time getting back to the schoolweek schedule." Now, onto the dream itself.
I was watching a movie. It was one of those movies that the moment you leave the room, you wake up. Except I think I managed a few minutes of TVTropesing the movie before that. Still, don't how the movie was supposed to end. The movie itself was strange, but coherent. I still have absolutely no idea why Slenderman decided to play guardian angel for some strange kid living in a town hashed together from bits of junk besides "maybe if I keep this kid alive, he can be of use to me", nor do I understand what he meant by being a "circle made diagonal". Nobody else could see him, and he only spoke by saying things in your head. He also really liked bubblegum. (?) He could also apparently change whoever he was watching if it would be more useful to guard that person. That's prettymuch all I remember.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on March 31, 2013, 10:43:52 pm
Long story short, the other day I turned on some classical music, got myself really comfy and dozing and I assume lightly hypnotized, and imagined a snowy clearing in the middle of an alpine forest, complete with a stereotypical small babbling brook in the background. The music starts slow and slowly picks up in intensity while me and the tulpa establish where we are and what we're doing.
Suddenly the not-completely-forced tulpa and I are making a huge awesome snow-and-ice castle from nothing but snow (obviously) and using lots of hand-waving and then we made a load of animated snowmen simply because we can. Then from there we're magically flying through the trees and around the giant snow castle in a dog sled(that may or may not have been pulled along by My Little Ponies) and doing loop-de-loops and barrel rolls and crap at really high speeds. The entire time I'm semi-lucid and listening to the classical music in the background. At one point we stopped the sled in the big-ass grand throne room of the snow castle and she (the tulpa) decided to play along with the music on a piano made of ice because she felt like it. At another point we had a huge snowball fight.
It was awesome, vivid, and kinda trippy. It was all a bit of a blur though, and since this was a day or two back it's even more indistinct now. Considering it was my first half-assed attempt at the tulpa-forcing process I think it was pretty productive. The whole nap took maybe an hour or an hour and a half. Technically you aren't supposed to be sleeping when attempting tulpaforcing, but eh. It was a cool dream at least.
Post by: LordSlowpoke on April 02, 2013, 02:09:13 am
Ｔｈｅ ｌａｓｔ ｐｏｉｎｔ Ｉ ｃａｎ ｇｅｔ ｆｒｏｍ ｍｙ ｍｅｍｏｒｙ ｉｓ ｔｈａｔ ｓｏｍｅ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ ｔａｎｋ ｗａｒｆａｒｅ ｗａｓ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙ， ｔｏｐｄｏｗｎ ｙｅｔ ｋｉｎｄａ ＷｏＴ－ｓｔｙｌｅｄ． Ｔｈｅｎ ｓｋｉｐ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｍａｉｎ ｒｏｏｍ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔ ｄｗｅｌｌｉｎｇ， ｗｈｅｒｅ Ｉ ｗｅｒｅ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｐｈｏｎｅ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｙ ｄｉｓｔａｎｔ ｃｏｕｓｉｎ ｗｈｏ ｈａｄ ｂｅｅｎ ａ ｃｈｉｌｄｈｏｏｄ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｎ ｄｅｓｔｉｎｙ ｄｉｄ ｉｔ’ｓ ｔｈｉｎｇ， ｍｙ ｍｏｔｈｅｒ ｗａｓ ｌｅａｖｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ ｗｏｒｋ （Ｉ ｄｏｎ’ｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｄｏｉｎｇ ａｔ ｍｙ ｐｌａｃｅ ａｓ ｓｈｅ ｌｉｖｅｓ ７０ｋｍ ａｗａｙ ａｎｄ ｈｅｒ ｗｏｒｋｐｌａｃｅ’ｓ ｅｖｅｎ ｆｕｒｔｈｅｒ ａｗａｙ， ｂｕｔ ｈｅｙ） ａｎｄ ｉｔ ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ ｔｏ ｌｏｏｋ ｌｉｋｅ ｉｔ’ｓ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｂｅ ａ ｇｌｏｒｉｏｕｓｌｙ ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ ｒａｉｎｓｔｏｒｍ ｗｉｔｈ ｂｌａｃｋ ｃｌｏｕｄｓ ｍｏｖｉｎｇ ｉｎ ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｓｅｃｏｎｄ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｓｋｙ ｔｕｒｎｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｏ ａ ｎｏｒｔｈ／ｓｏｕｔｈ ｇｒａｄｉｅｎｔ （Ｉ ｗｅｒｅ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｂａｌｃｏｎｙ ａｔ ｔｈａｔ ｔｉｍｅ ａｌｒｅａｄｙ） ｓｏ Ｉ ｆｉｇｕｒｅｄ ｈｅｙ， Ｉ ｍｉｇｈｔ ｔａｋｅ ａ ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｉｓ， ｒｉｇｈｔ？ Ｔｏｌｄ ｍｙ ｃｏｕｓｉｎ Ｉ’ｍ ｇｏｎｎａ ｄｏ ｓｏ， ｈｅ ｄｉｄｎ’ｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｅ ｉｄｅａ ａｓ Ｉ ｒｅｃａｌｌ － ｓｈｏｕｔｉｎｇ ＮＯ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｐｈｏｎｅ ｉｓ ｐｒｏｂａｂｌｙ ａｎ ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓａｌ ｔｈｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｃａｎ’ｔ ｂｅ ｍｉｓｉｎｔｅｒｐｒｅｔｅｄ － ａｎｄ Ｉ ａｉｍｅｄ ｍｙ ｐｈｏｎｅ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｃｌｏｕｄｓ． Ｉ ｄｉｄｎ’ｔ ｅｎｄ ｕｐ ｔａｋｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｐｈｏｔｏ ｆｏｒ ｓｏｍｅ ｒｅａｓｏｎ， ｓｉｎｃｅ ｉｔ ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ ｔｏ ｆｒｅｅｚｅ， ｂｕｔ Ｉ ｒｅｃａｌｌ ｔｈａｔ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｍｏｎｓｏｏｎ－ｇｒａｄｅ ｆｏｒ ａｂｏｕｔ ｏｎｅ ｍｉｎｕｔｅ， ｗｈｅｒｅ ｉｔ ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ． Ｃｕｔ ａｎｄ ｓｋｉｐ ｔｏ ａｎ ａｒｅａ ｏｆ ｒｕｒａｌ Ｓｐａｉｎ．
Ｉ ｗｅｒｅ ｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ ｉｎ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｏｆ ａ ｂａｄｌｙ ｍａｉｎｔａｉｎｅｄ ｃｏｍｍｉｅｂｌｏｃｋ （ｃｏｍｍｉｅｂｌｏｃｋｓ ｉｎ Ｓｐａｉｎ？ Ｔｈｅ ｈｅｌｌ， ｂｒａｉｎ）， ｗｉｔｈ ｓｏｍｅ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ ｗａｒｅｈｏｕｓｅ ３００－５００ ｍｅｔｅｒｓ ｔｏ ｍｙ ｌｅｆｔ， ｋｉｎｄａ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ ｉｔ． Ｔｏ ｍｙ ｌｅｆｔ Ｉ ｈａｄ ｓｏｍｅ ｓｏｒｔ ｏｆ ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ Ｉ ｃａｎ’ｔ ｒｅｃｏｇｎｉｚｅ ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ． Ａｎｙｗａｙ， ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ａ ｇｕｙ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ １４ ｔｈａｔ ｓｅｔ ａ ｒａｔｈｅｒ ｌａｒｇｅ ｂｌｕｅ ｂｉｎ， ａ ｄｕｍｐｓｔｅｒ Ｉ ｐｒｅｓｕｍｅ， ｏｎ ｆｉｒｅ， ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ ｌａｕｇｈｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｒａｎ ａｗａｙ． Ｓａｉｄ ｂｉｎ ｗａｓ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｍｉｄｄｌｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ａｓｐｈａｌｔ ｓｔｒｅｅｔ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ａ ｐａｒｋｉｎｇ ｌｏｔ ｉｎ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｍｍｉｅｂｌｏｃｋ， ｗｈｉｃｈ ｗａｓ ｅｍｐｔｙ， ａｌｓｏ ｔｈｅ Ｂｉｎ’ｓ ｗａｌｌｓ ｗｅｒｅ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ａｓ ｈｉｇｈ ａｓ ｍｙ ｆａｃｅ ｓｏ Ｉ ｈａｄ ｔｏ ｓｔａｎｄ ｏｎ ｍｙ ｔｏｅｓ ｔｏ ｓｅｅ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ｉｔ． Ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｓｅ ”ｆｉｖｅ－ｉｎ－ｏｎｅ” ｄｅｓｉｇｎｓ， ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ， ｆｉｖｅ， ｕｈ， ｓｅｔｓ ｏｆ ”ｓｔａｉｒｃａｓｅ ＋ ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔｓ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｉｔ” ｓｔａｃｋｅｄ ｎｅｘｔ ｔｏ ｅａｃｈ ｏｔｈｅｒ， Ｉ’ｌｌ ｄｒａｗ ｔｈｉｓ ｏｕｔ ｉｆ Ｉ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ． Ｉ ｆｏｕｎｄ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ ｇｒａｂｂｉｎｇ ａ ｈｙｄｒａｎｔ ｈｏｓｅ （ｔｈｅ Ｓｐａｎｉｓｈ ａｐｐａｒｅｎｔｌｙ ｋｅｅｐ ｔｈｅｍ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｆｏｒ ｓｏｍｅ ｒｅａｓｏｎ）， ｐｕｔｔｉｎｇ ｉｔ ｏｎ ｔｈａｔ ｓｌｏｔ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｒｉｇｈｔ ｓｉｄｅ， ｔｈｅｉｒ ｈｙｄｒａｎｔｓ ａｒｅ ｂｒｏｗｎ， ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ， ａｎｄ ｓｌａｍｍｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｈｉｇｈ－ｐｒｅｓｓｕｒｅ ｗａｔｅｒ ｕｎｔｉｌ ｉｔ ｓｔｏｐｐｅｄ． Ｔｈｅ ｓｍｅｌｌ ｗａｓ ｈｏｒｒｉｂｌｅ．
Ｉ ｆｉｇｕｒｅｄ Ｉ ｍｉｇｈｔ ｃａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｆｉｒｅ ｄｅｐａｒｔａｍｅｎｔ ａｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｐｏｉｎｔ ｓｏ ｔｈｅｙ ｇｅｔ ｔｏ ｋｎｏｗ ｓｏｍｅ ｆｕｃｋａｓｓ ｉｓ ｓｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｄｕｍｐｓｔｅｒｓ ｏｎ ｆｉｒｅ， ｓｏ Ｉ ｗａｌｋｅｄ ｕｐ ｔｏ ｗｈｅｒｅ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｒｅｅｔ ｐｌａｔｅｓ ｗｅｒｅ （ｔｈｅｙ ｗｅｒｅ ｂｌｕｅ， ｆａｄｅｄ ｙｅｔ ｋｉｎｄａ ｎｏｔｉｃｅａｂｌｅ）． Ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｔｏｐ ｔｏ ｂｏｔｔｏｍ， Ｔｈｅ ｎｕｍｂｅｒｓ ｗｅｒｅ ４ ａｎｄ ２２， ｔｈｅ ｓｔｒｅｅｔ ｎａｍｅ ｗａｓ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ， ｓｏ Ｉ ｗａｌｋｅｄ ａ ｂｉｔ ｆｕｒｔｈｅｒ （ｂａｃｋ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｂｉｎ） ａｎｄ ｃｈｅｃｋｅｄ ｍｙ ｐｈｏｎｅ： ｔｈｅ ｄｉｓｐｌａｙ ｗａｓ ［ＳＯＳ］ Ｅｕｒｏｚｏｎｅ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｌｅｆｔ， Ｐｈｏｎｅ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｌｅｆｔ, ａｎｄ ［？？］ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｃｅｎｔｅｒ． Ｄｉｄｎ’ｔ ｍａｎａｇｅ ｔｏ ｄｏ ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｔｈｏｕｇｈ， ａｓ Ｉ ｈａｄ ａｎ ｉｎｃｏｍｉｎｇ ｃａｌｌ ｆｒｏｍ Ｍａｔｓｕｄａ． Ｌｉ Ｍａｔｓｕｄａ， ｔｏ ｂｅ ｅｘａｃｔ， ａｎｄ ｍｙ ｒｉｎｇｔｏｎｅ ｗａｓ ａ ｈｏｒｒｉｂｌｅ ａｂｏｍｉｎａｔｉｏｎ ｃｒａｆｔｅｄ ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅ Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ （ａｎｄ ｉｔ’ｓ ｇｒｅｅｎｈｉｌｌｚｏｎｅ．ｍｐ３， ｓｏ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｔｒｕｌｙ ｅｌｄｒｉｔｃｈ）． Ｂａｙｓｔａｔｉｏｎ ｄｗｅｌｌｅｒｓ ｗｉｌｌ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈｏ ｔｈａｔ ｉｓ， ｂｕｔ Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ｎｏ ｉｄｅａ ｈｏｗ ｓｈｅ ｅｎｄｅｄ ｕｐ ｉｎ ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ｓｈｅ ｍａｎａｇｅｄ ｔｏ ｔｕｒｎ ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ ｉｎｔｏ ａ ｗｈｉｔｅ－ｈａｉｒｅｄ ｔｅｅｎａｇｅ－ｏｒ－ｙｏｕｎｇ－ａｄｕｌｔ ｇｉｒｌ ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｒａｓｐｙ ｖｏｉｃｅ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｍｉｎｄ． Ｄｉｄｎ’ｔ ｅｖｅｒ ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ ｗｉｔｈ ｈｅｒ， ｅｉｔｈｅｒ．
Ａｎｙｗａｙ， ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｐａｎｉｃｋｉｎｇ． Ｉ ｃａｓｕａｌｌｙ ｗｅｎｔ ”Ｍａｔｓｕｄａ， ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｅ ｈｅｌｌ， Ｉ’ｍ ｉｎ Ｓｐａｉｎ， ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｃｏｓｔ ｙｏｕ ａ ｆ－” ”ＷＥ’ＲＥ ＵＮＤＥＲ ＡＴＴＡＣＫ ＷＨＡＴ ＤＯ ＷＨＡＴ ＤＯ ＯＨ ＧＯＤ” ”Ｍａｔｓｕｄａ， ｗｈａ－” Ｅｘｐｌｏｓｉｏｎ， ｃａｌｌ ｅｎｄｓ． Ｉ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｓｔ ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ， ｂｕｔ ｄｏｎ’ｔ ｍａｋｅ ｍｕｃｈ ｏｆ ｉｔ， ａｎｄ ｇｏ ｔｏ ｃｈｅｃｋ ｓｏｍｅ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ ｎｅｗｓｃａｓｔｅｒ． Ｎｅｗｓ ｌｉｋｅ ”ＴＨＥＩＲ ＭＯＴＨＥＲＳＨＩＰ ＩＳ Ａ ＭＥＴＥＯＲ” ａｎｄ ”ＴＨＥ ＡＴＭＯＳＰＨＥＲＥ ＩＳ ＢＥＩＮＧ ＤＲＡＩＮＥＤ” ａｎｄ ”ＴＨＥ ＵＦＯＳ ＡＲＥ ＣＯＭＩＮＧ， Ｉ ＴＯＬＤ ＹＯＵ ＩＴ’ＬＬ ＨＡＰＰＥＮ” ｆｉｌｌｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｉｎｇ． Ａｌｒｉｇｈｔ， ｐａｎｉｃ ｍｏｄｅ ｏｎ． Ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｃａｌｌ ｆｒｏｍ Ｍａｔｓｕｄａ．
”［ｎａｍｅ］， ｗｅ’ｒｅ ［ｕｎｌｅｇｉｂｌｅ］， ｗｈ－” ”Ｌｏｏｋ， ｇｏ ｔｏ ｍｙ ｒｏｏｍ， ｇｅｔ ｔｈｅｒｅ， ｔｈｅ ｃｏｄｅ ｉｓ ［？？ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｉｎｖｏｌｖｉｎｇ ｈｅｌｌｆｉｒｅ， ａｐｐａｒｅｎｔｌｙ］ ｔｈｉｓ ｍｕｓｔ ｈａｖｅ ｂｅｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｐｒｏｔｏｔｙｐｅ ａｎｔｉｍａｔｔｅｒ ａｒｔｉｌｌｅｒｙ （Ｉ ｍｅａｎｔ ｇｕｎｓ ｉｎ ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈａｔ， ｂｕｔ ｓａｉｄ ａｒｔｉｌｌｅｒｙ ａｐｐａｒｅｎｔｌｙ）， ｗｅ ｋｎｏｗ ｈｏｗ ｐｏｗｅｒｆｕｌ Ｊａｐａｎ ｇｏｔ ｂｅｉｎｇ ａ ｍｅｄｉｕｍ ｐｏｗｅｒ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｏｓｅ， ａｎｄ ｗｅ ａｌｌ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｗａｒ ｗｉｔｈ Ｋｏｒｅａ （Ｉ ａｓｓｕｍｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｍｂａｔ Ｉ’ｖｅ ｓｅｅｎ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｄｒｅａｍ）， ｔｈｅ ａｔｍｏｓｐｈｅｒｅ ｏｆ Ｊａｐａｎ ｉｓ ｍｕｃｈ ｃｌｅａｒｅｒ ａｎｄ ｆａｒｔｈｅｒ ｒｅａｃｈｉｎｇ ｔｈａｔ Ｃｈｉｎａ’ｓ ａｎｄ ｉｔｓ ｐｒｏｂａｂｌｙ ｔｈｅｍ ｊｕｓｔ ｄｏｉｎｇ ａｎ ｅｌａｂｏｒａｔｅ ｄｉｓｔｒａｃｔｉｏｎ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｏｗｎ （ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｅ ｆｕｃｋ， ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｎｏｔ ｈｏｗ ａｔｍｏｓｐｈｅｒｅ ｗｏｒｋｓ， ｂｒａｉｎ） ｓｏ ｔｈｅｙ’ｒｅ ｔｒｙｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｋｅｅｐ ｍｅｄｉｕｍ ｐｏｗｅｒｓ ｗｈｅｒｅ ｔｈｅｙ ｂｅｌｏｎｇ”． Ｔｈｉｓ ｗａｓ ａ ｐｒｅｔｔｙ ｂｉｇ ｅｘｐｏｓｉｔｉｏｎ ｄｕｍｐ Ｉ ｍａｄｅ ｆｏｒ ｍｙｓｅｌｆ, ｄｕｒｉｎｇ ｗｈｉｃｈ Ｉ ｗｏｋｅ ｕｐ． Ｓｈａｍｅ Ｉ ｄｉｄｎ’ｔ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ ｍｏｒｅ ｏｆ ｉｔ， ｂｕｔ ｈｅｌｌ， ｍｙ ｌａｐｔｏｐ’ｓ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｔａｂｌｅ ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｂｅｄ， ｓｏ Ｉ ｍｉｇｈｔ ｓｔａｒｔ ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ， ｒｉｇｈｔ？ Ｗｒｏｎｇ． Ｄｒｅａｍ ｗｉｔｈｉｎ ａ ｄｒｅａｍ， Ｉ ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｈａｖｅ ｋｎｏｗｎ ｓｉｎｃｅ ｔｈｅ ｄｒｅａｍ ｔｈｒｅａｄ ｈａｄ ｏｖｅｒ ２２００ ｐａｇｅｓ ｔｈｅｒｅ （２２６９ Ｉ ｔｈｉｎｋ）， ｍｙ ｍｉｎｄ ｍｕｓｔ’ｖｅ ｃｏｎｆｕｓｅｄ ｉｔ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｈａｐｐｙ ｔｈｒｅａｄ ｉｎ ｉｔｓ ｍｏｎｕｍｅｎｔａｌｉｔｙ． Ｉ ｔｈｉｎｋ Ｉ ｇｏｔ ｓｏｍｅｗｈｅｒｅ ｈａｌｆｗａｙ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｔｈｅ ｓｅｃｏｎｄ ｐａｒａｇｒａｐｈ ｕｎｔｉｌ Ｉ ／ｒｅａｌｌｙ／ ｗｏｋｅ ｕｐ ａｎｄ ｍｙ ｓｈｉｔ ｆｌｉｐｐｅｄ ａ ｂｉｔ． Ｃｏｍｅ ｏｎ， Ｉ ｐｕｔ ｄｒｅａｍ－ｅｆｆｏｒｔ ｉｎ ｉｔ！ Ｂａｈ．
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Post by: Loud Whispers on April 02, 2013, 06:04:01 am
And that's about it. The thing is, the walkways outside my house are paved with bricks not slabs. I think it has more to do with that fateful day when I was tricked out of my marble slab by my friend after finding it on the river banks.
Post by: Lagslayer on April 04, 2013, 08:22:00 am
First was a dream segment where I'm living in this little town in who knows where. I find this big green gem the size of my head in the ground nearby and decide to hold onto it. Soon, some elves and gnomes come to town and they have a large red and blue gem with them, respectively. I get the idea that my green gem belongs with them. Turns out I was right, as when all 3 were collected together, they started doing this magic glowing thing, then the dream ends.
Next segment, I'm running. Like, really fast. Doom Guy fast. Anyways, I'm running through these fields and trees and stuff to see how far I can go without dying. There's lots of stuff to kill you. Killer animals (some fantastic, some not), giant legs, arrows shooting from behind. One section was a swimming portion through a swamp with a bunch of alligators. I was swimming faster than the dolphins and leaping out of the water and stuff. It was the sort of thing where you touch anything and it was instant death. Eventually I died from what could only be described as demented muppets. I wasn't alone. I distinctly remember Samurai Jack batting down a bunch of arrows. I also remember some mushroom people, but they didn't do anything important. There was also the master of this gauntlet of death, a tall, narrow hooded guy with skeleton hands.
Next part, I'm in this school full of humans, elves, and slug people for some reason. Turns out there was a serial rapist preying on people in the bathroom (all the people). Some running around and BS later, I found out it was one of the slug girls doing it.
Then I woke up. My chest hurt. Maybe because I was sleeping on my back?
Post by: Yoink on April 04, 2013, 10:16:36 pm
Seriously, some parts of what I half-remember make me almost doubt my sanity. As usual, though, I sadly don't remember it too well, only parts of it.
At one point, earlier on, I was touring some kind of shadowy research facility.
For one part of the tour I met a young scientist who was part of a program where clones were used to gather data on combat situations utilizing new medical technology- basically, each researcher was given some poor, wretched human being to sculpt into the deadliest killing machine possible, using rigorous training, weaponry and, of course, chemical treatments, invasive surgery and cybernetic implantation.
As he gave me a simple rundown of the program I saw his clone- an unassuming young woman with strong facial features, still perfectly human from the outside, dressed in a white shift and writing something in a notebook, I believe.
He briefly introduced me to her, and as she very shyly waved and said something I could not hear (she didn't speak above a whisper, apparently, I guess due to trauma) I was utterly shocked that someone so kindly-looking, so quiet and so... pretty could possibly be a part of such terrible research.
But anyway, the show must go on, and the scientist took me further into his little lab to show me some recordings from the previous test, where all the clones in the experiment were pitted against each other in a pretty[/i] sure that it was holographic projections of them that did the actual fighting, to preserve the research material, but it was still pretty visceral.]brutal fight to the death.
In the video shown (from a part of the facility filled with cameras filming ever angle) his test subject was the first to die. Her two opponents, one of which was fairly human with some large assault rifle, the other of which was some hideous, sinuosly fast-yet-hulking black-carapaced thing with claws, both teamed up to eliminate her first. She put up a struggle but eventually went down, at which moment the horrifyingly monstrous subject promptly dispatched the other.
He seemed fairly calm about the whole thing, despite his subject's failure (and subsequent messy demise). Doubtless he was considering new techniques to drill into her, or perhaps he was wondering whether he should finally make the leap and twist her pretty human form into something unrecognizable. I've no idea, but he thoughtfully said some phrase to me, something along the lines of "You do not know who your allies are at the beginning of a fight, but you know who your enemies are at the end."
After that I left them and went on with the tour. My clearer memory of that part of the dream fades out again, and then at some point I believe I was living in that facility(or one like it), maybe not on the same program but certainly as a part of something weird.
I and a bunch of other young people were living in dorms in some kind of training facility, wherein a whole bunch of weird shit went on. As often happens, my dream perspective shifted around a lot, and at some points I was controlling a game of the Sims set in the strange, slightly psycadelic mansion-like building containing the academy.
I remember giving my mother a tour of it as I played the game, even as my character ran off to the front of the building for some important reason.
I am unsure what happened later on. Maybe my mum picked me up from that place, or maybe I stayed on longer and eventually achieved a higher position in the facility's hiearchy, but I think my mother and I eventually became involved in some kind of unpleasant experimentation- as the researchers this time, thankfully.
Can't remember quite what research we were doing or why, but at one point we were driving along in some big closed flatbed truck, with a cargo I do not remember very well but I know there were two rotting corpses in there. We had been too lazy to clean out the last two, apparently. :-\
Anyway, we were driving along in fairly high spirits, when a police officer stationed at a Random Breath Test site up ahead waved us over. We panicked- he was sure to check in the back, and then we'd be arrested for sure!
After a moment's hesitation, mum slammed the truck into reverse back down a hill and we sped off, travelling a different path to wherever we were going.
That's pretty much all of what I can remember. That's probably a good thing, I'm fairly sure the rest got even weirder in parts. :P For example I cannot remember exactly what research I was involved in at that mansion place- or what might have been done to me there.
This dream/these dreams are interesting in that I can spot a whole bunch of clear influences inspiring parts throughout. I might explain later, right now I just woke up and wanted to type it out before I forgot the rest.
The first scene I described was probably the most chilling. (In retrospect, that might have been me getting a tour of the later research place as I came to live there?)
Post by: penguinofhonor on April 04, 2013, 10:24:05 pm
At one point I realized we fucked up because we let some dude pick something up and walk out of the house with it.
But I didn't know that at first. I knew I was in a dream - it wasn't entirely lucid, but I'd say it was partially so. There were rules I wasn't aware of - at one point I tried to look up something on my phone, only to have a girl remind me that it was against the rules to do so. I thought "Huh, this dude must base these off existing stories or cases and I'd be able to find the ending if I looked it up."
I was also aware that I wasn't actually this kid - I was dreaming, but I knew I was having fun so I didn't want to wake up. Shortly after thinking that, my alarm clock went off.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on April 05, 2013, 02:40:03 am
Post by: Flying Dice on April 10, 2013, 10:08:31 am
The women and the reporter meet, and the latter mentions the last time he visited the town, when he interviewed the madman about the death of the latter's father. The four of them go to the madman's house to investigate and discover the madman's father's workshop in the dilapidated basement, which is full of frantic, scrawled notes and sketches of dragons. The madman and the captain return to the former's house and discover the quartet investigating the basement. After a confrontation, it comes out that the madman's father was compiling information about a cult attempting to summon dragons in order to add their power to a ritual intended to summon their master. The madman read too much, but managed to destroy some of the information and stop the first attempt, but the cult has found his father's journal and are attempting the summoning again.
That's right, I dreamed the opening stages of a Call of Cthulhu campaign in which Cthulhu and Alduin are best bros.
Post by: Fniff on April 10, 2013, 10:48:45 am
Post by: MaximumZero on April 10, 2013, 11:32:55 am
I was standing on stage, trying to play my guitar in front of a crowd. I was failing miserably, because what I was actually doing was two things, a) trying to play a song, and b) using my guitar as a cheese grater. So, I was trying to play something with a block of cheese that I slowly sliced into pieces using the strings of my guitar. Suddenly, I hear someone yell at me and start cussing me out for not going fast enough. Then, I hear a blistering solo and smell melted cheddar. The lights go up across the stage, and there is Dave Mustaine, shredding both literally and figuratively.
Post by: Fniff on April 10, 2013, 11:35:51 am
I can tell the infulences (you were dreaming about that weird discussion about cheese graters on one of the other threads0 but they still make zero sense.
Post by: MaximumZero on April 10, 2013, 11:40:02 am
What the hell is wrong with your dreams?I'm pretty sure it's self one-ups-manship. I'm a lucid dreamer, but sometimes my brain goes "Oh yeah? Deal with this, fucker!" and throws me into a weird situation. As I try to power my way out, the situations get more and more bizarre until I'm standing in a painting that looks like a Munch painting seduced Salvador Dali's mustache.
I can tell the infulences (you were dreaming about that weird discussion about cheese graters on one of the other threads0 but they still make zero sense.
What complicates things is that I'm batshit insane.
Post by: Hanslanda on April 10, 2013, 11:41:16 am
At the end of the dream, we were standing on one of those moving sidewalks, and she said something under her breathe that I strongly suspect was something I would have enjoyed hearing. I asked her what she said, and she refused to tell me. Then, I put my hand on her cheek and asked again, and woke up.
Also, did I mention she was the most beautiful human being I've ever seen, awake or not?
Post by: Tarran on April 10, 2013, 03:23:44 pm
It starts out in a Lone Survivor sort of setting. Well, kind of. Somewhere in the beginning there was some sort of thing from Lone Survivor but I can't remember what. Possibly a song. Me and possibly some others were going about a town with monsters lurking out of sight.
Eventually, we reach a lone house, with an electric outlining and appliances, apparently powered by a crab... Me and my mother, alone, decide to take a rest there. Suddenly the area begins flooding for some reason, but it is of minor concern. Some time later my 5th auntie (on my mother's side of the family) comes along and rests there with us.
It then becomes morning, we hear of survivors trying to escape to somewhere. Well, me and my mother (but not my auntie) go along the road they're going (but not in a vehicle)--the road is packed with cars with people in them--until we eventually reach a roadblock. Some guys blocked off a crack in the road, which was all the way from the top to the bottom of the mountain which was the size of a car, apparently made by seismic activities. I, being a nitpicker and I guess you would say "skeptic" by heart, knew this was way too inconvenient to be just the earth doing this... I suspected some presence wanted us not to leave. Still, not much I can do. But I still try to argue with the men to at least let people try to jump the gap--at least it's better than being left with the monsters in the night--but they refuse.
We go back to town, and begin scavenging. We arrive in an apartment block and trigger an alarm. Frightened that we might attract monsters, we go down the basement until we eventually reach a room with a woman. She tells her chihuahua to get up. Which also had a pillow just like the actual dog right next to it. We tell her about the bridge after she mentions she doesn't want to be late. Then a bunch of living people come down to the room with us. Somehow, possibly with the help of someone else (can't remember), we make our way through the people.
It's this point where the dream takes a little break and becomes a sort of advertizement for some sort of never-offline internet generator.
Moving back to the actual dream, me and my mother make it outside and it's dusk. We begin making our way back, going through a wooden structure similar to that in our front yard in real life. Except, where our house in real life should be there's the apartment and town. We go through, and meet auntie, who we tell to go back after she was coming out. We go through a small amount of woods before we reach the house, in a giant open lawn to the right. One that doesn't exist in real life. We go in and I check the "video time" and realize it's 2 hours out of 6. Of a "2-part book", and we're on the second part. I was worried at this.
Eventually, when we got back, for some reason the dream and I became obsessed at me protecting auntie while she repairs something in the back of the house outside. This goes on a little bit until I wake up.
Post by: Starver on April 11, 2013, 01:17:01 pm
It got set up with a long, convoluted plot whereby I (in whatever character I was at the time) suggestesd to a fledgling (Victorian-era) newspaper proprieter that he could get more and more news/information by plagiarising other sources. Namely the internet. But that this should be done with explicit quoting, so that it was actual references and thus not scandalously plagiaristic. "According to 'mb3546732@yahoo.com', the way to deal with red wine carpet stains is...", in the advice column, and that sort of thing.
It quickly turns out to be done to excess, making the (no longer Victorian-looking) publication looking like Yahoo Answers on steroids, crossed with a Twitter feed. And now the Authorities are interested, and the dream setting gets all the impression of a sit-com.
The proprieter has an entire mis-fit family and set of hanger-onerers. Various silly things happen like the maid (a sari-clad indian (sub-continent) lady) finds her bunk-bed filled with food, due to a mix-up with the the dolt of a son... And everyone's supposed to be on House Arrest, I think...
However, the daughter gets out to the supermarket. Coming out, the sirens of a passing police-car cause her to flinch, but she's accompanied by a whole set of Amish/brotherhood-ish bretheren, who apparently consider her important. They're also not supposed to be seen by the police (for some reason), but by stringing out and acting en-mass they run interference so that the daughter can avoid the unwanted attentions.
This doesn't stop a passing vagabond from knocking into her and stealing her groceries, though. One of the bretheren, a hot-headed young lad with a numeric name (I think they all have numeric names, all three digits, and his is surprising close to the number they give the daughter herself) chases after the miscreant.
Then 'we' (most of the characters apparently not involved in action elsewhere) adjourn to the curbside opposite where the action had just taken, and we wait... and wait... Pinteresque to the extreme. I explicitly dream the waiting expectations and experience extreme tedium. We eventually start discussing amongs ourselves (me and those standing with me) what would be the way that the Amish lad with the recovered groceries will return by. Common consensus is that gallopping back on a horse would be dramatic (and poetic) enough. (Thus, to meta-analyse, it's obvious that I've not run out of dream-progression ideas... I'm deliberately pausing.)
Then a car comes screaming round the corner and crashes up against the curb-stone. There's an angry man in it. I leap on the bonnet(/hood) in an intimidatory way and then the... car dissappears. There's bits of debris left, and I'm back on the curb. Someone next to me opines that it's a necessary 'cut' to make the show (that, by common consenses, we are playing in) fit into the time constraints. I can't understand why they didn't edit out some of the waiting bit, instead of remove a whole plot-point with a large visible discontinuity.
Other vehicles arrive and do things, I think, with (previously non-present) members of the cast on them. But the next memorable one is the Hippy-couple's green-fuelled car-cum-narrowboat vehicle, which emerges from the junction and then heads up the road. But while we're still stood stationary, the stretch of road the Hippy-mobile drives along is always just fifty yards away, even as the road twists and turns. Bad screen editing. Also, I note, that the rear indicators of the trailer (a bit of the vehicle that was originally part of the vehicle, I also note) are obviously not wired up to the front ones. Which annoys me. Someone (either myself, dreaming, or the production crew that set up the shoot) obviously didn't think to wire up the connections. I get a bit OCD over that fact. And I don't even know who it is I should be blaming.
I think I woke up after that. All remaining questions and issues unresolved, of course.
Post by: fractalman on April 13, 2013, 12:55:16 am
Up untill the internet advertisement...
Post by: Tarran on April 13, 2013, 01:39:58 am
Post by: Leatra on April 13, 2013, 06:42:23 am
Me and my 5 childhood friends (in-universe, they don't exist in the real life) are summoned by the Baron. I think I was the one who was summoned but since we are all best friends, we decide to go together. We meet up and realize that we are being late. We start running to the castle. We make it to the castle, but the castle is incredibly huge. We keep running inside the castle to Baron's chamber for a few minutes. The castle just keep going on and on. While we are running, this (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjSeCt101gw) music plays on the background. We go through endless corridors and that music just makes me go faster. After we arrive, Baron gives us a few chairs and asks us to sit and we do so. The music ends here.
We make some small talk. Baron kinda reminds me of Strahd von Zarovich (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strahd_von_Zarovich) the way he talks and acts. Me and my friends all know that Baron loves proverbs and poetry so we all try to recite poetry and use proverbs while talking to appeal to the Baron. I don't remember exactly what we say but Baron goes all "Ah, that's an excellent proverb. That reminds me, there is an Arabian proverb..." and after he tells us the proverb he silently expects us to know that proverb and react to it. So we all go like "Oh, I know that one" and "That's my favorite". I decide to say another proverb that's similar (I don't remember again) but the Baron doesn't like it and says "That's a Buddhist proverb. Mine was Arabic." and I say "Er, yes. But they are still similar." Baron seems displeased and my friends give me a "Dude! Don't screw this up" look.
After a while, I find myself in another room in the castle. Baron has asked us to join the Olympics (...yeah, I know) on his behalf. We all gather together and think about our abilities. The bald and bearded one (they are my childhood friends but I don't know their names) says that he is good at running. The big one says he is good at wrestling. I say I'm not good at any sports and that I'm only good at literature. My friends say that Olympics has some kind of a quiz section about literature going on too. So we decide to enlist me to that quiz show, or whatever it is. After we all decide, we all put our hands on top of each other and we all shout a big "ROAR!" which sounds like a lion.
After some talking, we decide to go to the place where Olympics are taking place. We find a car and get in (kinda cramped with 6 dudes together) and take the highway (the setting is still medieval). After some time, weather starts to go bad. A storm cloud is behind us and it's closing down fast. It's almost like chasing us. The guy who is driving says that if the storm cloud chases us, we are as good as dead. That's when I wake up.
Post by: Thebestidentity on April 13, 2013, 10:16:29 am
Post by: Starver on April 14, 2013, 02:35:41 am
And I bet I learn nothing from the experience (except what I already know about myself, which is enough to be starting with). Aw well.
Post by: Scelly9 on April 14, 2013, 03:01:32 am
Post by: Lightningfalcon on April 14, 2013, 07:27:43 pm
My dream had two parts, interrupted when I woke up by my parents coming back from some bar on the cruise ship. All I can remember from the first part was that I was captain of a German U-Boat in the Napoleonic wars, and that at one point the sub was attached to a giant rocket so I could shoot torpedoes at allied bombers on my descent back from orbit. The second part was apparently the apocalypse, and I was a member of the XCOM research team who made a vital discovery. Apparently, if I was to jab some sort of magical thing into my head, and then jab someone else in the head with it, then I would learn how to stop the oceans, which were flooding the whole Earth. A few things I remember after this was raiding a research facility that had the Tacitus, which I then used to learn that I needed to go to an oil rig, where some person did some sort of ritual in the middle of a casino. I then had to sacrifice Isac, my son from the future. I repeatedly tried to smash the ice figurine with my elbow at the blackjack table, but the seas were too rough, and it kept falling off. I can't remember what happened after that.
Post by: gman8181 on April 14, 2013, 08:29:12 pm
That's when I woke up.
Post by: Lightningfalcon on April 14, 2013, 08:30:32 pm
I was driving down a dark road in the middle of the night. Above me, lights were flashing down as if from street lights except there weren't any. I'm feeling rather lost despite the road being completely straight and lacking any sort of turns whatsoever and the darkness isn't helping. There are no people and there are no road signs. The sides of the road are all covered with deep forests, a nice mix of coniferous and deciduous trees. Up ahead I see a sign and it says "slow down tree crossing." I'm slightly confused by this but slow down anyway and as I do, a large herd(?) of trees suddenly start crawling across the road using their roots to propel forward.Were they Ents?
That's when I woke up.
Post by: gman8181 on April 14, 2013, 08:36:48 pm
Post by: Sirus on April 14, 2013, 08:47:24 pm
Post by: Ultimuh on April 15, 2013, 02:52:00 am
They were all dancing, flexing their abnormally large muscles..
Normally scantly clad women are a nice welcome in my dreams.. but.. this.. It was horrible. ;_;
Post by: Haspen on April 15, 2013, 03:23:43 am
We would help create an army of young Nietzsche's :P
Post by: MaximumZero on April 15, 2013, 09:05:16 am
So I dreamt of scantly clad heavily-muscular women with faces which rivals the ones in one piece.Now you know how a woman feels when she looks at Terry Crews.
They were all dancing, flexing their abnormally large muscles..
Normally scantly clad women are a nice welcome in my dreams.. but.. this.. It was horrible. ;_;
Post by: Knight of Fools on April 15, 2013, 10:24:29 am
Come 7:00 AM, I was having a dream I was playing a game with slightly complex rules, where hurting someone causes warnings to go off and you have to carefully balance those warnings with disabling or altering the warnings. Guess what one of those warnings were?
So, yeah. I spent 45 minutes sitting up from bed and hitting the Snooze button on my alarm (It's set to radio static instead of beeping), worrying briefly that my game was too loud for other people in the house, then lying down and promptly going back to the same dream. Seven minutes later, repeat, recycle.
Once I finally realized what was going on it was very WTF'ish.
Post by: Leatra on April 15, 2013, 11:01:25 am
I went to bed at 3:00 AM, set my alarm for 7:00 AM.
Come 7:00 AM, I was having a dream I was playing a game with slightly complex rules, where hurting someone causes warnings to go off and you have to carefully balance those warnings with disabling or altering the warnings. Guess what one of those warnings were?
So, yeah. I spent 45 minutes sitting up from bed and hitting the Snooze button on my alarm (It's set to radio static instead of beeping), worrying briefly that my game was too loud for other people in the house, then lying down and promptly going back to the same dream. Seven minutes later, repeat, recycle.
Once I finally realized what was going on it was very WTF'ish.
Heh. Your unconscious mind did a good job at getting you some more sleep. Similar stuff like that happens to me too sometimes.
I saw myself in the dream trying to shut off my alarm once. I kept pressing the button but it kept ringing. The sound of the alarm started ringing in my head and it was driving me crazy. I woke up by shouting "hmmmm... mmaaaaaAAAH!" according to my mother.
I also developed a hatred for my mom's alarm clock. Sometimes she forgets to turn it off and it drives me crazy even if I'm actually awake. I run into the room and turn it off as soon as I can whenever it starts ringing. If it keeps going more than a few seconds, I feel like my brain is bleeding or something. I was using that alarm clock when I was in elementary school.
Something like classical conditioning I guess. I always started the day with an urge to destroy that alarm clock.
Post by: Humdilla on April 15, 2013, 01:18:35 pm
I think some of it was based off of High School of the Dead XD
Post by: Akura on April 16, 2013, 04:46:58 pm
Following that, I woke up because my idiot sister left the light on. Managing to fall asleep again after that, I had one where I was forced to ride with my stepdad in his truck. He was extremely pissed off(needless to say, I probably wasn't in a safe situation even before ->), and just before he started driving, he injected himself with what I swear was heroin. Note: I have never seen him do heroin and I don't believe he would.
Oh, and a funny thing about that chicken and apple dream. Last night I had chicken for dinner, and today one of my tasks at work was to wash and wrap in seran wrap some apples, though this task was given to me by that bitch harpy and not the cook.
Post by: penguinofhonor on April 17, 2013, 10:29:57 pm
In the beginning, my brother and I were Sam and Dean Winchester from Supernatural (I was Sam), we worked for the SCP Foundation, and we were at the wedding of Sansa Stark from Game of Thrones. My brain must have had some trouble with the setting creation.
The wedding took place on the sloped front lawn of some fancy mansion. I was in love with Sansa so I was sad to see her get married, but my brother didn't care as much. We were here primarily on business, and he was excavating a large cube-shaped chest out near the front of the lawn. Eventually he got it all the way out and called me over.
We opened it and inside was smaller box that was filled with water and contained a plastic pen. I immediately concluded that the water-filled box was a containment device of some sort and breaking it would have really bad effects. So we take it to my apartment where my brother tells me to hold on to it until we can deliver it to the Foundation.
Someone immediately drops it and breaks the box.
As it fell, I concluded the pen must cause a huge explosion whenever it touched anything that wasn't water. The box shattered, the pen flew out and hit the floor, and nothing exploded. Good thing I was wrong. My brother and I stopped being Sam and Dean around this point.
My brother left to go do something while I stayed to watch the pen. Eventually some water near it started to boil off without being hot, so I found out the pen's real effect: any time it was stationary, it created a slowly expanding field around it that lowered the boiling point of water drastically. I had to keep it moving.
Luckily I had somewhere to go. I got in my car, threw the pen in my back seat, and went to pick a couple people up to head to a party. It was two girls I know, but I no longer remember exactly who they were. They got in the back. At some point I turned onto a main road and remembered that the pen's effects could be lethal, so I leaned back and grabbed the pen and threw it up onto my dashboard. The girls were very confused since they didn't know the thing's effects.
Then I started wondering about how it worked. I realized it couldn't just be based off being absolutely stationary, because the earth itself was never stationary. So it must require an unchanging velocity to start having effects. Exactly like the velocity of my car.
At this point I noticed it was raining quite heavily and there were puddles everywhere. A van was driving over one near me, and suddenly the puddle exploded like a geyser and launched the van into the air. It happened to a couple more cars, then it happened to mine. Luckily for me, my car landed right side up so I kept driving. My passengers understandably started freaking out, and eventually another geyser launched my car up. It landed on its wheels again.
I knew I wasn't going to be so lucky next time, so I kissed my job at the Foundation goodbye and threw the pen out the car window. The rest of the drive was uneventful.
The party happened to be a high school sort of slumber party. There were a ton of people there, laying down in chairs and on beds and on couches. I think I was the only person moving around besides an adult chaperone or two. I found my brother at some point and I think I talked to him about smoking weed. No dream-weed was smoked, though.
Eventually I settled onto a couch with my ex girlfriend and a couple dudes from high school. It was a reclining couch in front of the TV. After a bit, they all pushed me off. Then everyone at the party started having sex under the covers. Luckily there weren't many details there that I need to leave out, it was just a thing that was happening and I was pretty pissed that I was getting excluded.
Then I woke up.
Interestingly, I had an episode of sleep paralysis that night. There are two possibilities of when: the first is that I woke up after I threw the pen out the window, had the sleep paralysis, then fell back asleep and dreamed of the party. The second is that I woke up at the very end of the dream and had it. I can't remember which, but I know it was one of the two.
Post by: Mesa on April 18, 2013, 07:21:57 am
Also, I apparently was a Spy from TF2 and there was a Heavy (with the sandvich).
And I had trouble switching from Invisibility Watch to Cloak and Dagger, since I wanted to hide in a sweet spot near the staircase (which was a sort of a notch in the wall).
And then the 6-and-below-graders from my school swarmed the place.
That was fun as hell.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on April 18, 2013, 07:26:21 am
Despite the fact that the dream-me was supposedly lucid dreaming I never realized I was actually dreaming of dreams and went truly lucid and gain control of what I could do. Instead I just went along for the ride under the logical assumption that "these are all dreams, they're supposed to be weird and confusing."
There was no "dream is collapsing" moment but towards the end it got really weird when a group of people I supposedly knew decided to grab the blue highlighter out of my hand and boiled it down into highlighter-goo for inhaling. I remember freaking out and raging and yelling exactly "You're screwing up the dream! Stop it!" before throwing some pieces of the highlighter at them and storming off....then I woke up.
Post by: Brotato on April 19, 2013, 02:38:08 pm
It was strange and awesome at the same time to actually know you're sleeping. I tried to fly, but was never able to do more than jump which is kind of disappointing. Then I having sex with this girl I know in real life (admittedly pretty pathetic) But my brother refused to leave my room which was very frustrating. I even told him I was in a dream so he had to obey but to no avail. Apparently I haven't quite mastered the ability to control what happens in my LDs but I'm hoping that will come with practice.
Post by: Dutchling on April 19, 2013, 02:50:36 pm
Post by: Tarran on April 19, 2013, 06:07:55 pm
Had my first lucid dream after trying (Not really, but I've been thinking about trying) for a few weeks. The thing that tipped me off to it being a dream is that I was wearing clothes. I know what you're thinking, "But Brotato, how the heck could clothes have tipped you off?", and the answer is that I don't wear clothes when I sleep once it starts getting warm again.Maybe the problem isn't that you have problems controlling your dream but you subconsciously actually wanting to refuse yourself for whatever reason. Not that I have any real lucid dream experience, just offering a possibility.
It was strange and awesome at the same time to actually know you're sleeping. I tried to fly, but was never able to do more than jump which is kind of disappointing. Then I having sex with this girl I know in real life (admittedly pretty pathetic) But my brother refused to leave my room which was very frustrating. I even told him I was in a dream so he had to obey but to no avail. Apparently I haven't quite mastered the ability to control what happens in my LDs but I'm hoping that will come with practice.
Post by: Leatra on April 26, 2013, 06:09:56 am
In the first part, I learn that she killed her husband who cheated on her. She hired someone to run him over on the road but her husband managed to get away with some injuries. As he was limping to a hospital after the accident, she closed in and killed him with her own hands. He was just returning from his lover. I remember him lying on the street with a pool of blood around him. He was crying and telling that he was sorry. The woman was crying too but she didn't do anything to save him and eventually he died. I don't remember how exactly she killed him.
I wake up, then sleep again and the second part starts. I'm married and this woman became a divorce attorney. She also makes a TV show by finding out cheating husbands and exposing them. She thinks I'm cheating on my wife (which is a lie) and begins following me. She has a cameraman with her too. I know about this woman's past so I get scared. I confront her in a crowded street and tell her that I'm not cheating but she doesn't listen. Whenever I talk about how I'm a loyal husband she tells the cameraman to turn the camera off and when I shut up cameraman turns the camera on. She apparently wants to picture me as a husband who cheats on his wife, even if that's not the truth.
After beating up the cameraman for a while, I start walking to my house. I enter a dark alley and notice the woman is following me. There is nobody around so I get a little scared. She even ditched the cameraman. I walk faster and she walks faster too. I start climbing a fence and she runs towards me.
That's when I wake up. She was kinda attractive but the whole murderer-of-husbands thing was kind of an obstacle between us you know.
Post by: Ultimuh on April 26, 2013, 06:19:00 am
Post by: penguinofhonor on April 26, 2013, 12:17:50 pm
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Post by: Graknorke on April 27, 2013, 02:11:29 pm
Had one where there was a world with a magic system based entirely around maths (not in Clarke's fashion, either; it was low-tech and maths was only understood through the functioning of the magic), in which the Serpinski Triangle was worshipped as a holy concept by the members of the Base-3 School.I want to live there. It sounds so... perfect.
Take me into your dreams ;_;
Post by: Iceblaster on April 27, 2013, 02:23:21 pm
Needless to say... Virtual Reality Dwarfing was a dream(Pun not intended)
Post by: ChairmanPoo on April 27, 2013, 02:32:00 pm
They prolly were Dark Youngs (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/329/4/f/dark_young_of_shub_niggurath_by_dloliver-d4edrpw.png)I was driving down a dark road in the middle of the night. Above me, lights were flashing down as if from street lights except there weren't any. I'm feeling rather lost despite the road being completely straight and lacking any sort of turns whatsoever and the darkness isn't helping. There are no people and there are no road signs. The sides of the road are all covered with deep forests, a nice mix of coniferous and deciduous trees. Up ahead I see a sign and it says "slow down tree crossing." I'm slightly confused by this but slow down anyway and as I do, a large herd(?) of trees suddenly start crawling across the road using their roots to propel forward.Were they Ents?
That's when I woke up.
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 28, 2013, 02:28:30 am
He gets mad when they start laughing, grabs some boards, darts, waxy sinews, goes into a strange mood and makes a big ballista, firing the darts further into the night sky than ever thrown.
Everyone starts shouting about the joys of 1000x stronger!
[Then they attack a Japanese Fortress, decimating the garrison with a night raid].
*Does sound a bit like the last samurai in an alternative reality.
Post by: UltraValican on April 28, 2013, 10:01:15 am
It was the middle of winter, and it was deathly cold out. This isn't really relevant, but it sets the tone.
I've recently been having dreams where I would have unlimited power, or close to it. I generally go about my daily life, till I realize "holy shit I can go full lucid" then wake up without getting to the funstuff. heh-heh.
In this dream, I had the power to bring inanimate objects to life. Sapient(they didn't have faces, but I could FEEL them thinking. Most of the time it felt like confusion), but still slaves to my will. I started to get lucid, I ordered a Snowgolem/Dustgolem to retrive something. When I opened the door, I was attacked by a wolf. This wolf liked a cross between a wolf/and the angels in Bayonetta. It was powerful, but I kicked it off. And shut the door. More of them circled around the house. I ordered a few toy air plane to attack from above(I was operating on RTS logic, ground units can't do shit to air units). It worked for a while, till the wolves jumped up and swallowed them whole. My Golem wasn't combat oriented either, so I was basically being sieged. Then the wolves managed to bust the window down. The dream ended.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on April 28, 2013, 01:45:50 pm
Post by: Starver on April 29, 2013, 08:27:33 am
By the end, though, there was an abandoned lorry (US: truck; and single body, not articulated/tractor-trailer combo[3]), of the enclosed type with a car loaded into it and big clues that there was somebody in the boot(/trunk) of the car, and a danger of fire. Which happened 'coincidentally' after we[2]'d actually discovered this event. It became clear to me that this was an exercise of some sort, set up to not be dangerous. I had the impression that the guy trapped in the car trapped in the lorry container above the danger (and, now, actuality) of fire had triggered the event himself once we were there to help.
For whatever reason, my fellow 'rescuers' were dumbass slow and I was shouting myself horse trying to get them to bring fire extinguishers (some were quite close by, right next to the theatre stage... Which makes sense only in a context I can't entirely recall right now... but both a CO2 and Water extinguisher were available) to deal with the fire. Not through fear for anyone's life or anything like that, but more like when you've been asking someone to pass the salt and they've continued to ignore you even while you become totally riled about it. "LOOK! PASS THE SALT! THE SALT!! THAT LITTLE THING IN FRONT OF YOU!!! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!?!". Which isn't like me (at least outwardly), but happened anyway. (About the fire extinguishers, not salt.)
Somebody must have taken notice and I went to investigate the cab of the lorry, and found a 'clue'. A particular piece of vehicle registration form on the passenger seat of driver's cab. (I know it was a 'clue', because by now I knew this was either an exercise or something akin to a "murder mystery weekend" playlet, although exactly which I couldn't say.) The vehicle it described was neither the lorry nor the car we found within...
I was hypothesising it had something to do with the identity of the person doubly-trapped within the vehicles (and currently probably still bothered by fire, unless by now the others had managed to actually get off their collective arses and deal with that properly, round the back of the vehicle that I was now at the front of).
But then I woke up. Still none-the-wiser. And while I might re-use some visualisations, I don't tend to dream 'sequels', that I've noticed[5], so I doubt I'll get an answer to the mystery.
[1] A popular theme of mine, where I 'know' the area (sometimes based upon RL, but always 'known' by my dream-self) and I even have access to a map, but directions don't work right. In this case partly because those around me were determined not to take the turnings I insisted on, but also because of 'discrepancies'. Large areas of the map were matt-black (off-piste, though, as it were) and the location we were heading for was marked on the map as being off the road to the left, up a small stream, but there was apparently evidence that the location we were heading for was further along, right on a small lane and "ask again at the cottage". Also, later, the map was photographic, and the "huge black areas" were revealed to be bales of straw (those round 'roll' types) on fire, billowing black smoke to obscure those particular parts of the map, in real-time... Each bail was proper-sized, yet somehow individually the size of large towns elsewhere on the overhead view. Dream logic!
[2] Whatever group of people I was with at the time...
[3] Hmm, what's the US term for that? UK: "Artic(ulated Lorry)" being a Tractor-Trailor combo, Big Rig, '16 wheeler', possibly "Truck"[4]; but is "Wagon" the term for the one-chassis, non-unlinking type of HGV? Sorry, I just become curious about that. I'm sure I've known.
[4] Although, along with the derivation of "Monster Truck", I know an ex-colleague of mine (Chuck, based in San Diego...) had one of those 'standard', yet not really suitable urban-driving, flatbed-pickups with stock large tyres which you had to climb in, and we always talked about "Chuck's Truck". And I'm minded of U-Haul 'trucks' which are of the kind I'm wondering about. OTOH, "UPS Van". Van. Right, maybe that's what you'd be calling the unarticulated lorries, your side of the pond. Still, it's right what was said about separated by a common language... ;)
[5] At least not night-to-night. Although sporadic sleep with half-dozey wakefulness in-between sometimes does this. Especially if I think, while awake, of what I'd just dreamt, if that turns doesn't turn into thoughts of "what if?", and then the next dreamlet is a re-run of some prior bit of dream, going down the alternate path...
Post by: Mr Space Cat on April 29, 2013, 11:03:51 am
Anyway, that probably means I should stop playing Don't Starve for a while.
Post by: Edmus on April 29, 2013, 06:42:10 pm
Post by: Leatra on May 03, 2013, 08:37:57 am
My character was a Chaotic Neutral (or Evil, I don't remember exactly) Sorcerer. My best friend was a Neutral Evil Fighter. Two of us joined a Good aligned party. We had a Cleric, a Barbarian, a Paladin, and a Rogue. We traveled together but after some time my friend started arguing with the rest of the party. I took his side. The Paladin was telling me to shut up and carry on. I replied by suggesting to suck his levels (I had Energy Drain).
After some arguing, I left the group with my Fighter friend and avoided bloodshed. We walked aimlessly toward a direction and encountered a crypt on the way. I suggested that we loot the place and my friend agreed. We got our asses kicked in a minute and ran away from the crypt. I couldn't accept the defeat and suggested that we go back in. My friend said that we should level up more before coming here. I didn't listen to him and went back in alone. I couldn't even deal with the monsters at the entrance. I used a stone pillar as cover and started blasting. I managed to kill like 2 or 3 monsters out of 20 that was attacking me. I had only one remaining hit point. So I fled again. My friend gave me a "Told ya." and we walked away from the crypt.
Then I woke up. The dream had lots of potential for interesting stuff if my mom didn't wake me up.
Post by: Trapezohedron on May 03, 2013, 08:48:40 am
I realize that my brain is making my conscience feel fuzzy for screwing up in many places concerning a familial relationship, and this was how it reminded me of my failures.
Might need a drink.
Post by: Starver on May 03, 2013, 09:55:27 am
Might need a drink.Next time we meet, in dreamspace, I might join ya... (Not as in "singles bar" joining you, unless it's actually a low-rate-of-success one with everyone waiting on the off-chance of some misguided and/or open-minded supermodel wandering in, along with half a dozen of her closest work-colleagues, but until then there's just me, you, Morn from DS9, Norm from Cheers and Barney from the Simpsons desperately holding onto the bar to make sure it doesn't spin so much that the drinks get spilt.)
Although my self-pitying dreams tend to sit in the half-awake/half-dreaming bit of my cycling consciousness, when I'm actually consciously pondering things. The full dreams tend to be more esoteric (although you can certainly extract the occasional bit of
OTOH, when I counted the number of people who expect to see me over any given week (not counting people from Officialdom, and of course virtual places like this where I'm just a few random bytes in a crowd) I came up with the grand total of 'Four'. That's basically counting family, friends and work colleagues. There's more who would notice my absence from rarer events (such as this very weekend, where any announced absence from an organised event would mean getting someone else to replace me at short notice, and "just not turning up" would cause real problems), but it's slightly less people than I'm comfortable with should I find myself suddenly struck ill, or injured, at home or out on the road and knowing that the neighbours wouldn't find much less than an eventual unrepaired broken window as cause to wonder if I'm actually around at all.
Sorry, ending on a downer, there.
Shall we try and lighten the mood in saying that probably your dream is a rehearsal, for when you actually (and imminently) need to interact with such a girlfriend? And then darken it again by suggesting further rehearsal for if/when she departs again, for some reason so far unknown... But, after all, that which does not kill you[2] makes you stronger!!
[1] i.e. In the manner of an introvert, that being more of what I actually meant here. I knew it wasn't quite right, hence this late edit.
[2] Or end up severing or disabling a majority of your limbs! (edited down into a footnote, while I'm here, to try to flow better)
Post by: kahn1234 on May 03, 2013, 10:07:49 am
just about general stuff, and usually fantasy.
Post by: Ameablable on May 03, 2013, 12:10:13 pm
I can control my dreams. extensive lucid dreamer here :)Like everything that happens in them?
just about general stuff, and usually fantasy.
cause i can usually control my own actions in my dreams but not anything else.
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 03, 2013, 12:24:02 pm
Post by: MaximumZero on May 03, 2013, 08:37:21 pm
Alien Queen attacking Mordor with an army of potato farmers at her behest. First came the fields. Fertile volcanic ash fields undoubtedly turn out to be great for farming. Towers, walls and massive fortifications are rendered with the help of the Godzilla sized Queen. Sauron and the Queen begin boasting and taunting one another as a new, better Mordor rises. The gates open and the dream ends.Those fucking potatoes.
Post by: Ultimuh on May 05, 2013, 06:40:46 am
Was severely disapointed when I woke up.
My alarm clock took some punishment today.
Post by: NobodyPro on May 06, 2013, 12:23:44 am
Post by: Haspen on May 07, 2013, 02:26:38 am
Basically I was running naked on a grassy field in Canada or Scotland? With either Kaijyuu or Descan, I don't remember the face clearly, but it was one of those two. We were chasing sheep that were screaming 'BODICES OF TERROR ARE THERE, RUN FOR THY LIFE'.
And then we agreed this was too gloomy so we did few piruets and teleported to the desert. There we had a tea party with few scorpions wearing top hats and monocles.
Then I woke up because of stomachache :c
Post by: Graknorke on May 07, 2013, 12:42:59 pm
I had too much pizza before sleep so weird dream:I wish I was invited to these dreams.
Basically I was running naked on a grassy field in Canada or Scotland? With either Kaijyuu or Descan, I don't remember the face clearly, but it was one of those two. We were chasing sheep that were screaming 'BODICES OF TERROR ARE THERE, RUN FOR THY LIFE'.
And then we agreed this was too gloomy so we did few piruets and teleported to the desert. There we had a tea party with few scorpions wearing top hats and monocles.
Then I woke up because of stomachache :c
Mine suck and are usually just me flipping out in my head for a few hours/however long dreams last.
Post by: MaximumZero on May 07, 2013, 03:49:27 pm
Post by: Mr Space Cat on May 07, 2013, 05:15:21 pm
Instead, when the other people started to roll down their window, I would start singing "Never Gonna Give You Up," and then we'd take off before they realized what happened.
That's brilliant. I need to try that sometime.
Post by: Ameablable on May 10, 2013, 10:39:10 am
I was in charge of colonizing mars and the rocket ships i made were powered by human urine.
We got to mars and everyone died because of lack of breathable air. then i woke up as i suffocated.
Post by: penguinofhonor on May 10, 2013, 01:13:43 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 11, 2013, 11:49:58 am
I don't even know where to begin.
Post by: Lightningfalcon on May 11, 2013, 04:53:02 pm
Post by: mastahcheese on May 12, 2013, 10:36:50 pm
Those fucking potatoes.
Post by: Ultimuh on May 13, 2013, 03:14:21 am
Post by: penguinofhonor on May 15, 2013, 11:55:07 am
Dream A: I think I was Arya Stark from Game of Thrones. I don't know why my mind decides to make me random-ass people that have no relevance to the dream's plot, but it does.
I was off with the wildlings, and their territory consisted of two ruined circular highways. One of them was significantly smaller than the second, and was contained within it. Anyone who lives in a US city with two highways circling it should understand how this is set up (highways that are a 200 number circle your city). Both of the highways were elevated like 3-5 stories above the ground.
I don't really remember the plot of this dream, but at the end I was fighting with one of the wildlings as the highway collapsed. I think I killed him, and the other guy we were with fell off on his own. I made it to safety, then woke up.
Dream B: I don't remember anything about this one except that it was also vaguely Game of Thrones related.
Dream C: I was back at my high school, and it was Christmas! I think the setting here was that I'd come into town for college and was going to dress up as Santa to kick off some Christmas event there.
Pretty early on one of my friends from college (who didn't go to that high school) was there and she made some joke that I didn't get, so she told me she was going to flash the audience sometime during this event. I thought the idea was hilarious, so I pretended I didn't know.
Then the event started on the front steps of the school. I got in full costume, hat and beard and all, and stepped up to the podium. Everyone turned away from me. There was some other dude dressed up as Santa. At first I thought it was the goofy teacher that dresses up for holidays a lot, but that teacher is fat and this guy wasn't. Also, instead of a Santa hat, the dude was wearing a huge pair of antlers made out of pine tree branches.
So this guy took all my thunder and introduced the event. It was way lamer than the version I had planned. The music I had selected wasn't played, and overall this whole thing was way worse and everyone leaves at the end, bored. My friend had no chance to flash anyone, so we decide that the headmaster was at fault here and she flashes his office.
That was the first dream I've had with a flashing subplot.
Dream D: I follow another friend (who did go to this high school) up to the school library. She says something about how she's had trouble with her ADHD recently, and the solution to this is to go back in time and find herself before she was diagnosed with it.
The library doors open and we're in a room full of 8-10 year old children. She goes off and does her own thing, so I decide the best thing to do is fuck with all these past versions of people. I pull one aside and tell her that she's going to have to write all my papers for me. She starts to cry, so I go "Naw, you're too smart for that. Go do something better." She runs off.
I repeat the process with a pair of kids, telling them doing my work would be a waste of their potential. I think my goal was to improve their lives while also pulling one over on them. The dream ended shortly after this.
Post by: RedWarrior0 on May 15, 2013, 01:59:42 pm
Post by: Haspen on May 16, 2013, 06:59:09 am
Worst nightmare in a while.
Post by: hops on May 16, 2013, 11:20:04 pm
This is getting so fucking old that I'm starting to get lucid instantly because I know I keep dreaming about it.
Post by: Lightningfalcon on May 17, 2013, 05:42:52 am
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Post by: Pnx on May 25, 2013, 03:00:46 pm
Anyway, I woke up from that one in the middle of the night and went to sleep and had a second mathematical dream. In it I apparently got into some kind of argument about these curves I was doodling during a math class. I was trying to find an equation for a graph that matches certain curve, and I was trying to do so with an equation that went something like (sinx)^(xn) where n was some constant. Later on I looked it up online and found out what I actually wanted was to divide it by x rather than take it to an exponent.
Post by: Remuthra on May 25, 2013, 03:05:13 pm
Post by: Guardian G.I. on May 25, 2013, 04:11:05 pm
Post by: Haspen on June 01, 2013, 03:18:14 am
I was a worker at some Chinese refinery or other factory, I was digging trenches and laying down pipework with some other guys. Of course everything was watched by brigade of Chinese soldiers in those very military suits you see in the postcards from China.
Suddenly there was a brilliant flash of light far at the horizon. The soldiers began to scream and the alarm sirens went off everywhere, and we were told to jump into the trenches. By that moment I had no doubt that the flash came from nuclear explosion.
The explosion went and passed, and my right arm felt warm and tingly because of the heat wave and I assume nuclear fallout - I don't know how my body knew how to tingle my arm like that. The Chinese soldiers pulled us out and helped as onto our feet, and then brushed us with some special 'paper' and sprinkled us with some strange water to clean us from the radioactive dust.
Local media then began reporting that Russia attacked Mongolia and some other countries had nuclear exchange, but China as 'Bastion of Peace' restrained itself from firing a single warhead.
Then, together with Chinese workers and military, we had a grandiose dinner under the sun. The speakers above us were blurting something but I couldn't hear it. The only 'food' there was a ponch made from ice cubes and iodine. I toasted with the Chinese and then everyone had it's share of iodine, including an elderly Chinese minister lady and a newborn baby in a basket.
I woke up at that moment.
Post by: penguinofhonor on June 01, 2013, 11:06:07 am
Post by: ggamer on June 04, 2013, 01:21:37 pm
But I had really big feet, and I was the teacher.
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Post by: Eric Blank on June 07, 2013, 05:49:29 pm
Strangely, although I saw the world in first-person, non-ASCII, I could look at the normal ASCII site minimap to see where the invaders were.
Post by: Sigulbard on June 07, 2013, 06:23:55 pm
I had a dream, recently, that I was literally the mayor of my dwarf fortress, seeing the world through his eyes, sort of. So, a bruteman caravan showed up (which is silly as it is because they never send caravans) while I had invaders turned off, but suddenly we were under siege! By the brutemen! It wasn't a Trojan Horse scenario; instead, according to my stupid head, when a hostile faction sends a caravan, a siege from that same civ will also show up, whether invaders are turned on or not. So I had to scramble to close all the gates and keep them out, but I also had to wait for the dwarves outside to make it back, which they did. Crisis averted, other than we were being besieged by the same people who were currently offering us *large cat leather trousers* in the depot.You know you've played too much Dwarf Fortress when...
Strangely, although I saw the world in first-person, non-ASCII, I could look at the normal ASCII site minimap to see where the invaders were.
Post by: Digital Hellhound on June 11, 2013, 02:47:39 am
I was part of a crew on an adventurin' or privateer airship. We went around doing all sorts of exciting and actioney things. Every crew member had their role to play (I could switch between two, an officer and some sort of scout, maybe?) with cool necklace-insignia things. Anyway, in the end we had to go back to the homeland to dock, and then we heard terrible news. Higher-ranking officers were taking over the ship and turning it into some sort of cruise. The role system was abolished, the best quarters given to the Prince and another royal and we were basically reduced to servants.
Anyway, I went around serving for a while, helping some people, staring at my sleeve which for some reason held my ever-increasing list of orders for most of the time. I managed to help some real side-questy problems (the dream was very game-like here), completely fail and discredit others. The best one was the Prince, who I managed to discredit in some way three different times.
I generally misunderstood all his requests, but first, I went to his cabin window, opened it wide (there were a lot of people on the pier) and started looking for people who apparently knew him. After a few mistakes, I found three big men in huge red coats, with alcohol and beards. It was obvious before they even started speaking that they were socialist radicals.
They mistook me for the prince and started calling to me and waving. Then they approached, somehow climbing up the airship and appearing at the window. Panicking, I then rolled down the blinds and they somehow get tangled up in them. The radicals then proceeded to bombard me with nonsensical psychological terms and social theories that apparently explained their troubled lives and current states of affairs. It was pretty hilarious. One of them explained all of his problems in a mournful tone as coming from (a difficult-to-translate made-up psychological condition) that caused him to keep getting stuck in blinds from an early age.
Then a man walks in and, again, panicking and knowing I've failed, I decide to go on the offensive. I start accusing the prince of consorting with radicals and threaten to reveal this horrible crime.
Naturally, the man turns out to be the prince's secret gay lover. (I swear, he said like, 'Well, I don't know about that (referring to the radicals), but he's been banging me for the last few months').
At this point, we go to the prince who's pretty damn pissed off at me for failing everything, and also very confused gender-wise. Anyway, the last discreditin' was kinda vague, but involved magic and the radicals, who'd climbed aboard at some point. The dream then began to break into random stuff and I woke up.
I just got up so excuse me if it's unclear, *yawn*.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on June 11, 2013, 07:57:56 am
Post by: penguinofhonor on June 11, 2013, 11:08:11 am
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Post by: Steelmagic on June 11, 2013, 07:30:30 pm
Post by: MaximumZero on June 13, 2013, 07:42:23 pm
My dream ended with myself and two friends getting into cryo-pods. We pushed the start buttons in tandem, coordinating via inbuilt radios. It counted down from ten. The pod filled with freezing water. I was submerged. Then it began to freeze into ice. I could feel it contracting and expanding, yet I didn't feel claustrophobic. Then I entered stasis, I think, and woke up.The life that you're currently in is actually a cryodream.
Post by: ggamer on June 13, 2013, 08:50:20 pm
We are all AIs to give you the illusion of normalcy whilst you wait to be reawakened.My dream ended with myself and two friends getting into cryo-pods. We pushed the start buttons in tandem, coordinating via inbuilt radios. It counted down from ten. The pod filled with freezing water. I was submerged. Then it began to freeze into ice. I could feel it contracting and expanding, yet I didn't feel claustrophobic. Then I entered stasis, I think, and woke up.The life that you're currently in is actually a cryodream.
Subroutine: Greatorder: Recommended for immediate termination
We must keep up the illusion
Post by: Remuthra on June 13, 2013, 08:55:17 pm
Engaging Class 4 Distractionary Smalltalk Protocols...We are all AIs to give you the illusion of normalcy whilst you wait to be reawakened.My dream ended with myself and two friends getting into cryo-pods. We pushed the start buttons in tandem, coordinating via inbuilt radios. It counted down from ten. The pod filled with freezing water. I was submerged. Then it began to freeze into ice. I could feel it contracting and expanding, yet I didn't feel claustrophobic. Then I entered stasis, I think, and woke up.The life that you're currently in is actually a cryodream.
Subroutine: Greatorder: Recommended for immediate termination
We must keep up the illusion
So how are you today, Edmus? Did you hear about the weather report they had? They say it's going to rain tomorrow, you know.
Post by: Solifuge on June 15, 2013, 09:55:17 am
There was a long hallway leading forward, dominated by a hunched over Mechanical Clown. He had a tall, white, emaciated face, and his hands were wrapped around some kind of radial gauge driven into his chest. The gauge dial bounced from green to yellow, and above it was a big red button, unlabled. As I stepped into the hallway, the gauge spiked toward the red, and the Clown perked up and looked at me. With servos grinding and whirring, he said "Come on, then." in a synthetic cockney accent, and flashed a jerky mechanical smile, showing off his huge teeth. Fully articulated teeth, I noticed, and a jaw that moved. Not taking my eyes off him, I backed into the other room. The Clown remained looking and grinning until I went through the door, when he whirred and buzzed back into his rest position.
The prince was pacing around, his horrible cream and yellow tunic and cape fluttering behind him. He was groaning something about how dreadful that Clown was, and how he didn't want to get any closer. I didn't want to argue with him, and decided to start looking around the room for tools or secret passages instead. The husband and wife joined me, puttering around the room opening cabinet drawers, rifling through potted plants, and so on. In one corner, nestled behind an end table painted the same garish purple-and-lime the rest of the room was, I found a small plush Winnie the Pooh Doll, holding a simple metal box. I held it up, and asked if anyone had any idea what it was. The woman walked over and looked at it for a moment, and said "Why, it's a box full of No." Before I could ask what she meant, she pointed to a label on the top side of the box that read "A box full of No." Whoever said you can't read in your dreams lied.
With no other ideas, I decided to take it into the hall with me, and see how the Clown reacted. The prince and the couple crowded into the hallway behind me to watch. As we approached, the Clown's gauge spiked into the red, and he perked up as before, this time squeaking closer to us along a track set in the center of the floor. As he opened his mouth to speak, flashing his hideous smile, the Winnie the Pooh Doll I was holding came to life as well. It looked at the Clown, and in a stern, synthesized Sterling Holloway (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGgLhmJi8Tc) voice simply said "No."
The Clown was admonished. His smile faded into an exaggerated frown, like the Greek tragedy mask, and the gauge under the red button dropped toward the green. The Doll repeated "No," and the Clown backed away a short distance along his track. I stepped forward, with the prince and the couple in tow, driving the Mechanical Clown further and further away with Winnie the Pooh's stern reprimands. As we got nearer to the other end, the voice of the Pooh Doll started to waver and sink in pitch, like a record player slowing down, or a cassette player running out of batteries. The gauge on the Clown started to flicker back up toward the yellow again, and the tragic expression whirred back into a half-grin. Worried that the Box Full of No was running out, I stepped around to the left side of the Clown, and brought the Pooh Doll close. I waved the others to get around, and they hurried behind me while I held him at bay.
The Doll's voice was fading quickly now, and the Clown's gauge was hovering dangerously close to red. I shouted to the others to start running, and stepped around toward the far door, holding the Doll close to the Clown's face so that each fading "No," would still affect him. I remembered the unlabled red button above the Clown's gauge, and realized I was actually close enough to hit it now, though I didn't know what it would do, if anything.
I didn't have much time to consider it, though. The Winnie the Pooh Doll had run out of No, and the Clown's gauge skittered back up into the red. Smiling once more, the Mechanical Clown wheeled toward me along his track. His mouth opened as he said "Come on, then," one more time, and I took the opportunity to stuff the plush Pooh Doll's head into his open mouth. The Clown then proceeded to chew. Mr. Holloway's synthesized voice gave one last, muffled "Nooooo..." before falling silent.
Out of desperation, I darted forward, and punched the red button with my index finger.
As I backed away, the mangled Pooh Doll fell from the Clown's mouth. His hands rose from the gauge he was holding, the dial jumping up as high as it could go into the red, before becoming stuck. The Mechanical Clown's face buzzed and clattered as it reconfigured itself into an absolutely manic smile, and in the same synthesized cockney accent as before said "Tha's the duckiest endin' I know!"
He lunged at me, his mouth unhinging like a snake's. His teeth were at waist level, and bit into my groin. I felt a sharp pain, as he began to tear at my torso with knife-like hands.
...and then I woke up.
Post by: Scelly9 on June 16, 2013, 10:09:39 am
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Post by: penguinofhonor on June 20, 2013, 05:08:27 am
Things were going very smoothly. I entered a small New England town. Everything was clean, the people were happy, and the restaurants looked pretty good. I pulled my car over on a main street looking road and headed into a little breakfast place.
To my surprise, everyone was pretty excited to see a traveler. There was an old man there, a preacher. He patted me on the back and told me I could have anything on the menu I wanted. I was very happy with their hospitality. I finished the meal and, to my surprise, he took me to a different restaurant and told me to get anything on the menu there.
This repeated a couple times, until I had been at four or so restaurants. At that point I tried to leave.
I don't really remember this part of the dream too well, but I found out that this old guy had gotten the entire town into some cult and they were all following him. They were going to sacrifice me.
I was locked in a room in a little cozy hotel or something. People kept visiting me, and I kept trying to weasel past them and run for my freedom. I got caught and dragged back every time
I escaped once and got out onto a little block of greenery. It was triangular and there were businesses along two of the bordering streets, including the hotel I was trapped in. The third side was a graveyard.
I crouched under a tree and desperately texted my friend my location and told them I was trapped and going to die. I deleted the texts from my phone so nobody here could read them. I got all I could sd one before they found me again. Then I was back in the room.
The hotel owner brought in a nurse this time. The nurse eyed me over and pulled out a needle. Being desperately afraid of needles, I hit full panic mode, to the point where my brain basically thought "GET OUT GET OUT IT'S A DREAM WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP."
Mercifully, I woke up.
Post by: MaximumZero on June 20, 2013, 11:13:14 am
Apparently, I was a worthy combatant. There was no round three.
Post by: penguinofhonor on June 21, 2013, 01:41:26 am
I was at my parents' house and I was about to head over to my friend's house to play Monster Hunter. I had two forms of transportation available (which I viewed on some sort of inventory screen): a car and a giant robot. It was named something like Imperius.
The robot was the clear choice. I went over to the guy's house and realized I forgot my game. So I got in the car this time and headed back home. I chose a different route that I thought would be faster.
This route took me to the top of a huge hill overlooking the big street near my house (note: this hill does not exist, there is a Kroger there instead). I passed by an apartment building that was at the top of a long, narrow staircase and thought about how much moving in there must suck. I think some of my friends were considering the apartment or something.
I pulled over for some reason and got out of the car. Then I realized my hair was pink and put it up into fluffy pigtails. I wanted to look like Madoka. I'm not sure why.
This caused a guy behind me to think I was impersonating Madoka to trap her friends because I was going to rape them or something. He yelled and I thought he was going to mug me so I jumped in the car and slammed on the gas, speeding down the hill.
The rest of the dream is from the guy's perspective. I got a quick shot of him seeing Sayaka and Kyoko in the back seat, then the car skids down the hill, speed s into the busy street, then dodges around a couple cars before bouncing off one and hiring another.
Then I woke up. A lot of my dreams seem to involve car accidents.
Post by: Yoink on June 30, 2013, 11:14:54 pm
I was some kind of large, warlike humanoid alien from some other planet, brought somehow to Earth.
I was an avid worshipper of some alien War God, and I quite happily allowed some army of humans to recruit me to help fight their enemies- although I think it was kept mainly a secret that I was an alien.
There were plenty of guns in this war, but also melee weapons. This dream was pretty schizo, I think it jumped back and forth between perspectives, settings and other plot points quite frequently- but I can't remember too much of that.
I just have vague, unsatisfying recollections of my interactions with various human comrades. At one point the human who had been mostly responsible for keeping track of me, like a minder or whatever, was killed in an ambush.
This enraged me and I killed a bunch of the enemies in this large, decrepit warehouse-thing, until coming to a place where too much of the wooden floor had fallen away for me to jump across and get at more of them.
The enemies up ahead hadn't seen me, so I peeked out of cover and managed to kill a couple of them with a silenced pistol.
Apparently the ones I killed were some kind of high-ranked, spiritual leaders/healers/nuns or something? I've no idea, but the enemy was upset when they realised they were dead. Didn't matter to my alien dream self, though, I was just pissed that they killed one of my new friends.
This is one of those dreams where I wish I could remember more, as it was both badass and a fascinating concept. :'(
I vaguely remember trading my weapon for some sort of big spiky warhammer after that battle. And then at one point the dream shifted for a moment into some kind of weird fantasy larp, and then back again. Oh and there were some weird arena training fights, where me and a few others were taken to battle against some guru guy wearing a
I wish I could remember the earlier parts, where I was first recruited to help these humans, discussing my homeworld and religion and doing my best to keep my origins secret from the rank-and-file. Also I wonder just how a warlike, savage alien-dude like myself got along with all these humans.
Post by: Digital Hellhound on July 01, 2013, 04:30:35 am
Post by: Moron on July 01, 2013, 04:32:34 am
Post by: mastahcheese on July 01, 2013, 04:35:43 am
I dreamt that my nose was made of Germany.This is why I love reading this thread.
Post by: Steelmagic on July 01, 2013, 05:03:58 am
How exactly does having a nose made of Germany work? What does it mean to have a nose made of Germany?I dreamt that my nose was made of Germany.This is why I love reading this thread.
Post by: Lightningfalcon on July 01, 2013, 11:15:12 am
The same way having Italy as your shoe works.How exactly does having a nose made of Germany work? What does it mean to have a nose made of Germany?I dreamt that my nose was made of Germany.This is why I love reading this thread.
Post by: Steelmagic on July 01, 2013, 02:50:41 pm
I think i actually understand it now. This may be a sign that i lost whatever semblance of sanity i had but i don't give a shit i know how someone's nose can be Germany.The same way having Italy as your shoe works.How exactly does having a nose made of Germany work? What does it mean to have a nose made of Germany?I dreamt that my nose was made of Germany.This is why I love reading this thread.
Post by: Fniff on July 01, 2013, 03:14:03 pm
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Post by: penguinofhonor on July 01, 2013, 03:29:38 pm
It was an elevated place, around the second floor, though I honestly can't remember ever seeing it from the outside so I'm not sure if it was a treehouse or above a garage or something. Either way, it was really dirty and beat up. To pass the time, we decided to play Super Smash Bros. My friend found his Wii, but couldn't find the game disc (that sentence actually happened earlier that night - yay dreaming of stuff that happened an hour before I went to sleep).
Somehow it was decided that I had to go back to the main house to look for it, so I walked through the rain back into the other house. I didn't find the game.
The events of the rest of the dream are a bit blurry, but I remember being terrified of some dude sneaking around that wanted to kill me. He was kind of invisible or really good at hiding or something, and nobody else believed he was there. Things like books kept moving around and stuff while I wasn't looking at them.
That last part was probably inspired by this episode of the X Files (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Walk_(The_X-Files)) I watched recently. I can already tell that show is going to have a lot of fun consequences in dreamspace.
Post by: MonkeyHead on July 01, 2013, 03:31:47 pm
Awesome!
Post by: Steelmagic on July 01, 2013, 03:34:04 pm
Last night I was playing dodgeball against Barak Obama on a White House lawn. I managed to get him in the face, which the Secret Service objected to, so they relocated me to Hawaii in a presidential chopper, where I had to live on the beach.Why can't i have a dream where i play dodgeball with the president?
Awesome!
Post by: hops on July 02, 2013, 04:11:03 am
Post by: Lightningfalcon on July 02, 2013, 02:17:11 pm
I was starting a new year of school. I was vaguely disappointed that Tali and Wrex weren't in my NJROTC platoon, but it turns out that some group of kids I knew from the sailing academy were, so I decided to take what I got. Then some people from drill team started talking about their latest meeting at McDonalds, and how someone got expelled because they had something on their uniform during a competition.
Next thing I remember is that, since I had the most experience, I had to lead a group of freshman against an Enclave attack force, complete with Vertibirds and the tank from FE: Project Horizons. I remembered the last time this happen, where I had to do this all alone and with only a combat knife, where this time I had a group of (Worthless) freshman and an orbital killsat. I took care of the force with no problem, and on the whole time back the freshman complained about how hard it was. Eventually, after the long journey back through a mountain range, we get back with plenty of time left before the bell rings. I then decide to unlock the door that is in the same hallway, which is a shortcut to the exact place the battle was at.
Next me and some unnamed squad of people are at a school after the nuclear apocalypse, under heavy fire from an Enclave squad. We are hiding behind a counter, and I see a hornets nest. I walk over to it, plant a grenade on it, then we all start running. The Hornets nest get's disturbed, running off the Enclave, but several of them head towards us. We desperately fire at them, but they keep running, until finally a school teacher hits them with a clipboard. She then went on to explain how in the back of the school, they found a use for the lockers. We walk over to them, and the school children climb up into the lockers in order to sleep. After this, we help the teachers put a whole lot of balloons on the floor, and then stand guard. Eventually, some guy with a giant gatling gun runs down the hallway, and trips on the balloons, flying until he hits the wall at the end. For some reason at this moment all the kids fall out of the lockers, into a giant mass covering the guy. At this point he threatens to open fire with the gatling gun if we don't let him go, which is revealed to be a laser gatling gun, and we can start to see it spinning up. At this point Morgan Freeman shows up, explaining that he doesn't have any ammo for the gun and that he just spun it up as a bluff. At this point I think I woke up.
Post by: Sappho on July 02, 2013, 02:24:16 pm
So I guess the lesson here is, students: those nightmares where you're unprepared for the Big Test or in front of the whole school in your underwear... They NEVER STOP.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on July 03, 2013, 01:19:46 pm
Post by: Graknorke on July 04, 2013, 05:03:24 pm
For some reason, I was made into an admin on Urist McStation, and discovered that there was a secret admin-only backstory to space station thirteen.Did it involve badgers? Giraffes?
I was promptly de-admined for no particular reason, then banned from it. I proceeded to go outside and woke up.
Post by: miauw62 on July 05, 2013, 08:23:00 am
Post by: Edmus on July 05, 2013, 08:39:01 am
I dreamt that somebody ate all of my socks save for one pair.That fiend!
Post by: RedWarrior0 on July 05, 2013, 11:08:04 am
Post by: mastahcheese on July 05, 2013, 08:42:06 pm
Post by: DarkWolfXV on July 06, 2013, 08:29:03 am
BTW, the Voice was my internet provider, which i dont even know how looks like but i hate him because he screws us over an doesn't give us OUR INTERNET. Dream was kind of a combination of all annoyances i had recently. Fuck, yesterday someone was scraping walls of my home on the outside with his nails... Or it sounded like that. I dont know...
Post by: Mrnocamera on July 06, 2013, 08:44:22 am
With the remote.
On the sofa.
And he had hands.
Human hands.
Human hands connected to his body.
WTF brain. WTF.
Post by: itisnotlogical on July 06, 2013, 08:51:51 am
Post by: Digital Hellhound on July 06, 2013, 04:36:42 pm
A bunch of girls who I see around school frequently but don't hang out with much drove past me while I was at a gas station, pointing and laughing at me. I fell to the ground and was taken to the hospital where I pronounced dead from drive-by laughing.
I... just... bravo, good sir. I applaud your subconscious.
Post by: Sirus on July 06, 2013, 04:37:48 pm
A bunch of girls who I see around school frequently but don't hang out with much drove past me while I was at a gas station, pointing and laughing at me. I fell to the ground and was taken to the hospital where I pronounced dead from drive-by laughing.I was about to say "what game?!", but then I remembered what thread this was.
Post by: Akura on July 12, 2013, 11:02:43 am
I find myself in a coffee shop somewhere. Now, ordinarily I wouldn't go into a coffee shop, since at the cost that some people pay for coffee in one day, I can get a month's worth of the stuff to make it myself. And for some odd reason, I feel I know the general region or Long Island in which this coffee shop was, despite the fact I've never been to that part of Long Island, nor do I know of any(if any) coffee shops in that area. I could look it up, I guess.
Anyway, I find myself in a coffee shop. There I meet this girl. I knew this girl in real life, she was a student at the community college I work at, and I had a crush on her, though I was never able to approach her about it. I'm pretty sure she's graduated, so I consider her a lost oppurtunity. It sucks, but I haven't dwelled on it, with the exception of this dream.
I meet this girl here at the coffee shop, and invite her to sit down and talk. I will point out from observing my dream self's behavior, I feel I came on a little too strong here, but that's just my opinion, and I don't know the significance of this, if any.
So we sit and talk for a while. The dream kinda went fast forward at this point, so I don't really know what said during this exchange, but at the end of it, we agree to keep in touch. Then we part ways. A while later, as I'm heading home, the kicker hits me; we never exchanged phone numbers during that chance meeting. I think the sheer force of my dream self facepalming actually woke me up.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on July 12, 2013, 08:26:39 pm
So anyway, I use my antichrist powers to kill the alligators and escape. They tore off my left arm, but it was back in the next "scene". I guess antichrist powers include regeneration. I proceeded to gather my two younger brothers, also demonspawn, in a library. End of dream.
All of this while I am actually an atheist and only child. Just....what?
Post by: Sirus on July 12, 2013, 09:41:14 pm
Why does my brain do such things? -___-;
Post by: werty892 on July 13, 2013, 12:25:26 am
Post by: Steelmagic on July 13, 2013, 12:30:48 am
I wish I had dreams. I never dream. EVER.I have dreams occasionally and think "Hey i should put this in the dream thread." Then later when i think about it again i think "Shit what was that dream again? dammit." The only ones i remember are a couple from a few years ago.
Post by: Scelly9 on July 13, 2013, 05:51:09 pm
I wish I had dreams. I never dream. EVER.Before you go to sleep, after you're in bed, think to your self and say out loud "I WILL remember my dream tonight" over and over for a few minutes. Do it for a few nights, and you should start remembering.
Post by: scrdest on July 13, 2013, 07:06:28 pm
I wish I had dreams. I never dream. EVER.Before you go to sleep, after you're in bed, think to your self and say out loud "I WILL remember my dream tonight" over and over for a few minutes. Do it for a few nights, and you should start remembering.
Remembering dreams is weird, I for the most part of my life hadn't had dreams, period, but lately I had them every night. On the other hand, I much preferred option 1. Because my dreams are usually nice mixes of disjointed schizophrenia, weird ideas that I wouldn't come up with normally but seem to make sense, which are promptly forgotten no matter what, and some things I have reasons not to share, ever.
Post by: Graknorke on July 13, 2013, 07:17:50 pm
I wish I had dreams. I never remember my dreams. EVER.Fix'd. Everybody spends a large part of their sleeptime hallucinating; they just often forget it.
I'm thinking that a good way to prompt dream memory would be to have a film playing or something, then listen to it again. Sometimes bits that you hear in your sleep become linked to events in your dreams. Happened to me a few times with the news on the radio in the morning.
Post by: Powder Miner on July 14, 2013, 09:06:16 am
The first section of the dream was least important, everyone was a cartoon character in the style of the simpsons/family guy/any comedy cartoon, rally. There were hijinks and stuff, but the only part of this section of the dream that connects it to anything is that people started disappearing and unknown people appearing.
The second section of the dream was far more relevant, and could make a story: It involved me, in my house, and marginally my family, but what happened was that every time I entered a closet, I exited into a house like the one I live in; but different. Rooms could be shuffled around, or there could be an extra room, or my family could be different, stuff like that. I deduced that I was being shuffled through alternate dimensions, and rather furiously entered and exited my closet in an attempt to get back; but the changes got more severe each time. At one point, the house was half torn apart by a hurricane. Somewhere in here there was something about Superman causing it, but the next section of the dream did not share this reason for disaster.
The third section, and my favorite, involved wholly a cast of fictional characters, though I only remember 2/got woken up before I could see more. In this world, there was similar shuffling between alternate dimensions.
I started off as some skater kid around my age (15), who first found something suspicious when he entered a bowling alley or a convenience store, (I don't know which) and went to buy a snack; he didn't recognize the people there, the display case was pretty much all gatorade-like drinks, and they no longer served the free little ones. Shrugging, he went to buy; but the strange cash register denied his money. So he left- and the cityscape was different. At this point, he went into a blur of trying to find out what happened; but what he found was a constant was that money did not work.
At this point, I switched to the POV of another character I'll call Allen, a friend of Nick's (as I deduce from him knowing about the money not working, accompanied by a flashback from Nick's POV), and an occult researcher. Having the starting points of dimension shuffling and the failure of money to go on, Allen grabbed a laptop and began delving into knowledge about pantheons of gods, to figure out what happened. At some point, he ends up finding what he thinks happene; Zeus has stolen two power-integral gems from Cete, some pantheon's goddess of wealth and revenge, who is closely associated with Hete (probably twins), this pantheon's god of spacetime. Figuring that Zeus' theft caused this, Allen begins a begging prayer to Cete, begging of her not to punish the mortals since Zeus would likely not let their plight get in the way of his hedonism.
I did not get to see the result of this prayer, as my mom predictably woke me up at the best part of the dream.
Post by: Mesa on July 14, 2013, 09:09:28 am
If you could record your dreams onto a device and then watch them or edit them (SFM-style) or continue your next dream where you left off your previous one.
I had more than enough epic dreams that ended in the worst possible moment and I never got back into them again.
I know there's a bit of a meta going on regarding lucid dreams, but I'm not really into it.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on July 16, 2013, 08:03:33 am
You think we don't know that? I've been aware of this since I was... seven? But I still say that I don't dream. You know why? It's easier to say. It sounds grimmer. Now, I can't say that these are werty's reasons, but it's generally a known thing by us.I wish I had dreams. I never remember my dreams. EVER.Fix'd. Everybody spends a large part of their sleeptime hallucinating; they just often forget it.
Post by: Graknorke on July 16, 2013, 04:08:54 pm
If people know things then they should say those things that they know, rather than a different thing.You think we don't know that? I've been aware of this since I was... seven? But I still say that I don't dream. You know why? It's easier to say. It sounds grimmer. Now, I can't say that these are werty's reasons, but it's generally a known thing by us.I wish I had dreams. I never remember my dreams. EVER.Fix'd. Everybody spends a large part of their sleeptime hallucinating; they just often forget it.
Post by: Scoops Novel on July 16, 2013, 04:13:25 pm
You think we don't know that? I've been aware of this since I was... seven? But I still say that I don't dream. You know why? It's easier to say. It sounds grimmer. Now, I can't say that these are werty's reasons, but it's generally a known thing by us.I wish I had dreams. I never remember my dreams. EVER.Fix'd. Everybody spends a large part of their sleeptime hallucinating; they just often forget it.
It could be more fun (and useful). It's your story.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on July 16, 2013, 04:23:01 pm
Think about it this way: I know pain hurts. However, when I'm about to go through pain, all I need to do is tell myself that the pain won't hurt, that the pain will feel good. It stops hurting and becomes soothing. The lies are truths. If antonyms are synonyms, then who's to say that it doesn't stretch beyond that?If people know things then they should say those things that they know, rather than a different thing.You think we don't know that? I've been aware of this since I was... seven? But I still say that I don't dream. You know why? It's easier to say. It sounds grimmer. Now, I can't say that these are werty's reasons, but it's generally a known thing by us.I wish I had dreams. I never remember my dreams. EVER.Fix'd. Everybody spends a large part of their sleeptime hallucinating; they just often forget it.
Post by: Fniff on July 16, 2013, 08:24:15 pm
Pretty sure that doesn't work.Think about it this way: I know pain hurts. However, when I'm about to go through pain, all I need to do is tell myself that the pain won't hurt, that the pain will feel good. It stops hurting and becomes soothing. The lies are truths. If antonyms are synonyms, then who's to say that it doesn't stretch beyond that?If people know things then they should say those things that they know, rather than a different thing.You think we don't know that? I've been aware of this since I was... seven? But I still say that I don't dream. You know why? It's easier to say. It sounds grimmer. Now, I can't say that these are werty's reasons, but it's generally a known thing by us.I wish I had dreams. I never remember my dreams. EVER.Fix'd. Everybody spends a large part of their sleeptime hallucinating; they just often forget it.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on July 16, 2013, 08:26:48 pm
It's worked well enough for me.Pretty sure that doesn't work.Think about it this way: I know pain hurts. However, when I'm about to go through pain, all I need to do is tell myself that the pain won't hurt, that the pain will feel good. It stops hurting and becomes soothing. The lies are truths. If antonyms are synonyms, then who's to say that it doesn't stretch beyond that?If people know things then they should say those things that they know, rather than a different thing.You think we don't know that? I've been aware of this since I was... seven? But I still say that I don't dream. You know why? It's easier to say. It sounds grimmer. Now, I can't say that these are werty's reasons, but it's generally a known thing by us.I wish I had dreams. I never remember my dreams. EVER.Fix'd. Everybody spends a large part of their sleeptime hallucinating; they just often forget it.
Post by: TCM on July 16, 2013, 10:13:40 pm
I left, only to find two frat bros throwing garbage at my car. I charged at them, but one yelled, "Watch the crack!" Suddenly, the concrete below me sprung up and I flew high into the air, before landing on my back. I rolled around as they laughed at me, and I thought I broke my spine until I realized I was fine. I got up and chased them to some apartments. One fled inside the apartments, but I caught the other and started punching him. My punches made him stumble and fall, but did no actual damage. So I grabbed him and began throwing him into a garage door, trying to inflict damage on him. Then I woke up.
Post by: quinnr on July 17, 2013, 04:07:49 am
It began with me and two other people (conveniently forgettable faces) running through a street. A helicopter flew overhead, and four people who were standing, tied up, at the edge of the helicopter (it had an open side door) had their heads instantaneously explode. Keep running through the street, get to an office. Can't remember what happened in the office, that part was a bit fuzzy. But then me and the other two people went back outside. Then is when stuff gets weird. There was a (one or two storey) building, and a young boy (8 or 9 years old) being prepared to be hung from the top of the building. He jumped down and started running, and I began to chase after him. Two security guard / policemen were chasing after the boy, too, but I got to the store he ran in first. The guards ran past me, and dragged the boy out, but he shook them off and threw a large book (a diary, it's fun how dreams let you know things you wouldn't logically know) into a puddle by my feet before he was dragged away, back to the building he escaped from.
I picked up the book, knowing somehow that it contained a great mystery to be solved, required to learn about the events surrounding this child's execution. Fast forward to the actual execution. I am standing in a lake, crying. As the boy begins to fall, I wake up at that exact moment. I still wonder what was in the book. That dream shook me up for quite some time, and is the only time that I've experienced that cliche of waking up (or feeling like you woke up) right at the most terrible part of a dream. I still remember it very vividly though and it's been at least a few months.
Post by: Yoink on July 17, 2013, 10:57:34 pm
Somehow I'd managed to get my hands on the other artefact me and my fellow adventurers had found, I don't remember how or who they were or anything, but it was a bright red-coloured sword, with a hilt guard and the magical ability to cut through just about anything with ease.
I was down in some deep, subterranean... place. From what I remember it was somewhere I'd adventured to before, and I wanted to try using my magic sword to bust open some super-tough-well-made containers/chests to get the loot inside.
Not sure why that didn't work out, I think the chests had been taken by the same person who betrayed me earlier in the dream, not sure. Either way I was in a bad mood after making my way down here, and I had my sword.
This place was kinda dim and creepy, but it was lit well enough, furnished, and there were fancy tablecloths on a few big, wooden dining tables. I'm not sure where the heck it was or anything.
Anyway, I was just considering my next room when I heard someone approaching from down a hallway, of two entrances this was not the one I'd come in through. Even as I dived down to hide between the tables, with the long, persian-rug-patterned tablecloths hanging either side of me, I knew who it was- the King and his entourage.
Not sure quite what my relationship with this King was, but I didn't like him. He might have been responsible for the magical ring I lost earlier.
Anyway, a plan quickly occurred to me. While they were down here, and I had the sword, I would take his daughter hostage and demand all sorts of stuff. She was actually one of the first people to come into the dining hall, in fact; she pressed past the king's guards and wandered in to take a look around-- I guess she was one of those cliche 'hot-headed rebellious princess' types.
Then she glanced between the tables and spotted me, with more amusement than fear, and called out, "Oh, there's someone in here!"
That forced my hand, I jumped up dramatically, somehow flipped the tables either side of me with a shove of my hands, and grabbed her, placing the enchanted sword of holyshitmagicaldestruction across her throat before the king's guards could reach me.
I cannot remember the exact dialogue, basically I told them all to stay back or the princess would die. The king was rather irritated, having for some reason brought a bunch of his family and friends down here for, as far as I could tell, a picnic. In a dungeon. :o I hadn't quite thought of my demands yet, so I just continued holding them at bay as I tried to decide just what insanely valuable, magical thingies I should demand to get my full money's worth.
I pointed my sword at the king, who had sat down in a chair to one side of the dining table, and told him that I hadn't quite decide what my demands were, yet-- go on and start eating his food, which the serving staff had already began to set out.
(It involved crackers and chicken, for some reason)
So, everyone started eating, as I held the (more excited than scared) princess hostage. Oh and at some point I stabbed one of the kitchen maids around the corner with my sword for annoying me somehow, disappointingly I couldn't see her and she survived.
The other thing I remember was one of the guests- apparently a RL friend of mine was part of the King's entourage, and he was depressingly genre-savvy and treated the whole thing as a bit of a joke.
(I'm not sure if he'd been a friend of mine in the dream, or if I even knew him.)
He kept laughing with utter confusion at the whole strange scene, shaking his head and saying, "I haven't read this far in the book yet, I have no idea what's going on," or something to that effect. He was starting to annoy me, I think I had an argument with that serving maid I stabbed, keeping the princess at arm's length, and somewhere around there I was suddenly woken up, which was quite annoying. :-/
Post by: Haspen on July 18, 2013, 04:22:06 am
As said female, I enlisted into the 'Corps' which was some infantry unit, and my mind began to troll me because everyone else had 'Academy Training' and I had not, so I couldn't do simplest things properly whilst others did it efficiently and quickly. I couldn't even get the shoelaces and my cuffs right, which made the redhead corporal yell and berate me.
Then the field training began... we started with simulated bombing attack at our compound so we had to flee into the neighbouring woods. Then we had to deal with camouflage making, reconnaissance and some shooting too as 'enemy soldiers' began to probe the woods to find our positions.
Then there was a propaganda message from Catherine the Great or some other wicked queen that vowed to hunt us down and end our miserable lives. The broadcasting screen was floating above our military compound.
After that, we finished the field training and went back into barracks for a dinner, which consisted of broad-beans-and-cheese soup plus a cup of cold coffee.
That's where I woke up.
Post by: Max White on July 18, 2013, 05:04:25 am
I don't remember most of it, I just recall I was walking through some neighborhood and had to get somewhere. There was a woman talking to somebody else on the other side of a tall wooden fence, and I heard her mention there had been six muggings already. Anyway I kept going though these back paths because I was in a hurry. I think I was going to a school of some sort? Not sure, but somebody was there waiting for me. Anyway it was all very suburban and pretty much midday so very bright.
The bit I remember most vividly was taking this cement path between two houses with grass strips either side, and a guy was coming the other way. He had shortish brown hair, and a navy blue and white horizontal striped shirt. Being kind of freaked the fuck out from hearing about these muggings, I tried to walk around on the grass and give him a wide gap, but when he saw this he pulled out a scalpel and demanded my wallet. Before I could do anything he walked towards me and stabbed be in the throat.
Then I just remember a lot of trying to talk and choking, and that is about it.
I know something happened before all this, I just can't remember what it was at all.
I hate my dreams...
Post by: NRDL on July 18, 2013, 05:30:55 am
It was an exceedingly violent dream, where there was this crazy jerk guy ( whose face I can't really recall, only that his head was shaved ) who kept beating everybody up. Then out of nowhere, Will Schuester comes out with a hidden blade. A lot of the dialogue in the dream ( which I can't really remember ) really also reminded of the video game dialogue.
Not the most earth shattering or soul searchy of my dreams. But when I woke up, it really made me go WTF.
Post by: Lagslayer on July 18, 2013, 08:45:38 am
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Post by: Steelmagic on July 18, 2013, 11:13:21 pm
Post by: Sirus on July 18, 2013, 11:25:46 pm
You guts have violent dreams. Mine are so insignificant and hard to remember that I may as well not have them.Mine are typically only violent when I'm depressed about something, and typically involve me getting hurt/killed as a direct result of that something. The rest of the time they're pretty nonsensical.
Post by: Mesa on July 19, 2013, 02:03:21 am
Imagine my surprise when I woke up.
Post by: quinnr on July 19, 2013, 02:16:42 am
Today I had a dream about new version off Df suddenly coming out (and being called "Version 9" for some reason) and I couldn't get it because I was (and still am) using my phone.I think I had a similar dream once, a long while back, but with Nethack.
Imagine my surprise when I woke up.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on July 22, 2013, 01:21:42 am
I don't remember the dream in a dream, though I do recall it made absolutely no sense.
Post by: MadMalkavian on July 22, 2013, 01:30:09 am
Post by: Aptus on July 22, 2013, 02:13:00 am
Two nights ago I dreamt about a girl I was deeply in love with (several years ago, I have not seen her in something like 5 years and I was too gutless to ever tell her back then), we were some kind of mages apprentices and part of our final trials in the academy was to find and survive a trek through four different dungeons. We worked together and kicked ass, it was a fun dream :p I guess the whole mage thing comes from me cramming Marla Mason books and playing academagia lately :p
Then one night ago I dreamt that I was moving somewhere and was boxing up all my stuff, when suddenly an old girl friend (as in friend who is a girl, no romantic connotations either way here.) and another friend (I can't quite remember who it was but he/she was familiar in the dream) showed up at my place.
At first I was angry because they brought boxes of stuff to me, shit I already had enough work dealing with my own furniture and books and stuff, but then I saw they had went clothes and shoe shopping for me :p loads of pretty heels and dresses and skirts.
And finally tonight I dreamt of the girl from two nights ago again, this time we were living together for some reason, only we were both happily married to different people and we all lived in the same house. It was awkward.
I also remember a short dream where I was skiing down a hill, only it was summer and I had nothing on my feet, didn't seem to stop me though, I almost fell one time but I realised I could turn back time prince of persia style and just correct my landing. It was another silly dream :p
Post by: quinnr on July 22, 2013, 04:11:01 am
Last night I had a dream that began with my parents getting a divorce, which was...weird. I woke up and it took me a couple of minutes to sort out the reality from the dream. Anyone had that kind of thing happen before? Dreams that you feel are real when you wake up?
It got way weird after I fell back asleep after waking up in the morning, though. (Doing this is usually the only time I have dreams I can remember.) There was a house, which me and a couple other identity-less people were sitting in the basement of. All the sudden, a creepy lady sitting in front of us turns around and looks at us, and says something along the lines of, "Yes, it's a shame the house is filled with demons..." before disappearing, at which point the basement set on fire. We all ran up a super long staircase, fleeing from the fire, and split up at the top, all going separate directions. After a couple encounters with people that I don't really remember, I ran into Mami Tomoe, the girl in my avatar, and hugged her and told her everything was going to be all right. Dreams are weird, man.
Post by: Graknorke on July 22, 2013, 04:49:57 am
Anyone had that kind of thing happen before? Dreams that you feel are real when you wake up?I had a dream once, maybe repeated but doesn't really matter, but I was absolutely certain for around 4 years that the events in the dream really took place.
Post by: Khloe80 on July 22, 2013, 05:06:04 am
Post by: Graknorke on July 22, 2013, 07:11:45 am
I want someone to post up what dreams actually mean. like what is the meaning behind various dreams. my mum has a book on it but i would like people to submit what they think each dream means, like old wives tales... :PBut meanings where everything ever represents a specific thing is a load of bullshit.
Post by: Fniff on July 22, 2013, 07:17:57 am
Post by: Lightningfalcon on July 22, 2013, 07:27:52 am
-snip-No, but unless I've had enough sleep I will wake up VERY confused and disoriented. And will sometimes try to fire off the plasma torpedoes at whoever woke me, wondering for a full minute why the large red fire button in front of me isn't working.
Post by: PatriotSaint on July 22, 2013, 09:31:36 am
I had a dream where I had a weird dream and posted about it in the dream thread. Yep.
I don't remember the dream in a dream, though I do recall it made absolutely no sense.
Dreamception!
You must teach me the ways! :P
Post by: scrdest on July 22, 2013, 05:50:19 pm
I want someone to post up what dreams actually mean. like what is the meaning behind various dreams. my mum has a book on it but i would like people to submit what they think each dream means, like old wives tales... :PBut meanings where everything ever represents a specific thing is a load of bullshit.
I'm fairly certain that the sight of someone reading such a book conveys more usable information than the text of the book itself.
Post by: brainfreez on July 22, 2013, 06:21:27 pm
The dream was very long with stuff that makes me sad when i think about it from rl perspective.
The last part was somewhat like nightmare where i was on the 13th floor of a building and I had to use elevator to pick up 1 person on each floor and bring them all to the 1st floor where was a kitchen.
For some reason i assumed i can only pick few people and I left one girl on like 11th floor.
When i got to the 1st floor everyone went to the kitchen and I thought "that gurl must be starving" and then i got it that there are no rules and I should have picked up her while i was on the way.
Overly realistic dreams with deep thoughts like that one are somewhat disturbing and sad for me. I don't know why.
Post by: Bouchart on July 22, 2013, 06:31:03 pm
1. I'm in a high school or college class, and I'm given some major test or assignment that I don't know anything about and I'm doomed to fail.
2. My death.
Post by: MorleyDev on July 22, 2013, 06:39:17 pm
Because ya know, my subconscious loves to hit me in the trust issues like that.
Post by: brainfreez on July 22, 2013, 06:47:24 pm
The dream started out with my cousin (he's not really my cousin , he is my step sisters son but i don't know how to say that in English) riding a bike from England to my country (i believe it was like this because i was used to drive my bike from one city to another when i was younger) and then i realized how close we actually live and that i can drive at their place at any time. Then i drove with my bike to their house(the path really reminded me the one i used to drive in rl) and I was attacked by dogs and it was generally terrifying because i have fear from dogs.
Then the dream went to the second part with me and the elevator.
This part of the dream made me very sad and now i really want to save up money and get to England at some point.
Before this dream i never felt that i would want to meet my relatives , but now after a very long time has gone i just feel like i should.
Post by: Yoink on July 22, 2013, 10:37:31 pm
I was playing some tabletop RPG as a dumb-as-shit hobgoblin wrestler who looked a lot like Carol, the big monster from Where the Wild Things Are. He had some bright red suit of armour that buffed his bodyslamming abilities.
I don't think this dream was terribly long, but in the late game of the campaign the PCs had taken possession of some kind of castle/keep, I can't remember exactly what they were doing but my character was more interested in ordering people to get him more shinies, and occasionally jumping off the battlements/towers to land arse-first on prisoners being held in the courtyard below.
Eventually things were getting all dramatic, and the hobgoblin betrayed his party for some reason or other. There was a bit of a battle atop the castle between him and some female elven magic-user, played by some guy who was taking the game far more seriously than I was.
He came at my hobgoblin with whatever powerful magic/martial arts/whatever he had, which seemingly should have killed me quickly- this player had seemingly min-maxed far better than I had- but by some insane fluke of luck I managed to critical the elf with a body slam, breaking her lower spine and causing much annoyance to her player.
My hobgob had some sort of spell cast on the near-dead elf, strapped her into a wheelchair and kept her to be his bride. :o Which worked alright until he went to give her a big hobgoblin-y smooch, she bit him on the face, and he shoved her wheelchair off some high tower of the castle.
Think that was just about the end, don't remember a lot else. It was quite strange/amusing, though. :)
Post by: NRDL on July 23, 2013, 07:12:36 am
I was pretty relieved when I woke up.
Post by: Sappho on July 24, 2013, 01:44:45 am
I was abducted by some kind of government agency. They said they knew what I had done and it was useless to resist them. I insisted I hadn't done anything, and they laughed at me and threw me in some kind of cell. I tried to talk to the guard, tried to explain that not only was I innocent, I didn't even know what they thought I had done, and I wasn't being given a chance to defend myself. She just rolled her eyes and tried to close the door. I begged her to stop. What if I had all the money in the world? If I had all the money in the world, could I get out of this prison? She looked suspicious and said well, yes, but you don't have all the money in the world.
I was put in a chair in front of some kind of strange computer terminal. Its purposed seemed to be recording everything with a video and sound recorder, but it had a big monitor which was turned off. With the guard outside the door, I tried to fumble with the machine until at last, it turned on. There was a box that said "insert amount to see games at that price. Warning: entering an incorrect amount off money will result in extra charges." I carefully typed in $5.00 and was surprised to see a list of games come up on Steam. Then I noticed the Steam logo at the top of the monitor. Were they the ones who had arrested me?
They ripped me away from the computer and put me in another room. This one had a window! I looked outside to see a lot of worn-out buildings and a big parking lot. To the side there was a lot of water, like an ocean. On the other side of the buildings I could see a highway! For some reason I still had access to the computer - they told me I could try whatever I wanted but it wouldn't work. Somehow I got Facebook open. I knew they'd be watching everything posted from my page, so the first thing I did was change my name. Then I frantically typed, full of typos, a desperate cry for help, saying I was being held illegally, without charges, in some kind of strange building, and I described the area around me including the highway. Once I hit Post a guard burst into the room and shoved me out of the way. He saw that I had described our location and he got angry. He wanted to kill me, but another man behind him told him not to bother. It was too late. "She changed the rules," he said. "She thought of something new. There's nothing we can do now." He turned his back to me and I ran out the door.
I got on a bus leaving this place. As it passed the building, I saw the window I had looked out of. The building was falling apart. The bus was approaching a bridge (so we were on an island) and it was going way too fast. It swerved partially into the wrong lane, then straightened out and headed for the toll booths at the other end - except we were way bigger than the tollboths, and we weren't slowing down. I squeezed my eyes shut and held on for dear life, but nothing happened. A woman sitting next to me laughed, said that it scared her the first time, too, before she learned that they open the structure to let the buses through.
Now I was on a long path through the woods, trying to make my way all the way home. It was a scary place and I could sense danger all around. Suddenly a figure comes bouncing up over the hill ahead - it's one of the dire wolves from Game of Thrones, the one who got released into the wild (forget the name). I approached her carefully and she licked my palm, then escorted me the rest of the way down the path. Finally we reached the door of my house, and I could see people inside. I called the wolf to come in with me, but she wouldn't go. She turned around and bounded back into the forest.
(This entire dream took place in the 5 minutes between snoozes on my alarm clock - and I've already forgotten most of the details.)
Post by: kaian-a-coel on July 24, 2013, 10:22:45 am
It was about me and a (female) friend from my school. We had to perform some swordplay, a re-enactment of a duel from the Trojan war or something, before a public. It was weird.
I know where the element of the dream came from, though. Mostly.
The girl from school is simple: I spoke to her via skype just before bed.
The swordplay... I'd say because of Warframe a bit earlier.
The trojan war is DEFINITIVELY from XCOM. In a multiplayer match the same day, I named my six mutons after Illiad heroes (Achilles, Patrocle, Ulysse, etc...)
As for the public... I have no idea.
Feel free to go all Freud on it. I'm waiting.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on July 24, 2013, 12:42:35 pm
So I was, for some reason, joining a cult. In my head I knew it was supposed to be for protection of some sort, and I basically had no other choice. Before truly joining the cult I had to go through the initiation process, and so the cult locked me in a room of fiberglass, presumably so the other people waiting in line to join the cult could watch.
First step of the initiation process, they peeled my face off. This is exactly as it sounds, imagine a comical little claw just reaching down and peeling the skin off the face. No pain or anything, because of dream logic it was pretty much just the claw reaching down and boop there goes my face skin. now I could wear a mask of myself, for whatever reason I'd want to do that.
Second step of the initiation was removing my internal organs and replacing them with mechanical stuff. I don't recall this step, I just remember it because I just knew it from dream logic.
The third step was the anal probing. With a cold metal spike. In a fiberglass room being watched by crazy cultists.
Yeah, that was when my brain went "lolnope" and shut down and I woke up.
Post by: Yoink on July 24, 2013, 02:12:40 pm
Gotta try to write this one down before I forget it completely.
That was quite a fascinating read. :)
Funnily enough, the part with the bus, and the seemingly impending doom, struck me as quite familiar. In my dreams I'll often have moments where I'm panicking, thinking I'm about to die etc., and then someone will just chuckle at my overreaction to such a trivial thing. Or whatever seemed to be really bad just won't have the same effects as it would in real life.
Post by: Steelmagic on July 24, 2013, 02:37:06 pm
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Post by: Parsely on July 25, 2013, 05:16:09 am
-snip-You and your bloody MP5s. That story was very entertaining.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on July 27, 2013, 03:04:39 pm
The Master, played by John Simm, took over a medical facility on some distant planet with some sort of a mind control chemical (?).
I was present in the facility and was exposed to that substance, but, unlike others, I regained control of my actions (even though the Master was able to read my thoughts).
Suddenly, I was teleported on Earth, where I've met the Eleventh Doctor, who told me that Master is trying to get inside my head and advised not to reveal him any vital information that could help him invade Earth (?). After he had left, I went home. I was captured by the Master's henchmen and brought back to the medical facility.
After that, I realized that I've been acting the entire time and that I've got the role because I've won an online contest held by the BBC.
Then, I woke up.
Post by: inteuniso on July 27, 2013, 05:29:52 pm
Post by: Frumple on July 28, 2013, 03:10:38 am
Police action on a decrepit church (well, underneath it, anyway) involving capture of hostiles and weird forcefields everywhere, but also the capture/rescue of kittens and, initially, the destruction of cockroaches.
However, once it was noticed that the cockroaches were capable (when thrown with some force) of passing through the forcefields, the dream transitioned into a cockroach capturing dream. It ended with several strange looking cockroaches (some of them, which were trying to lead the others to safety, capable of human speech) trapped under a small plastic bucket, with a few stragglers outside of it being eaten/killed by the mentioned kittens.
What is Zeus's name just happened in my brain?
Post by: MadMalkavian on July 28, 2013, 05:13:49 am
Guess I should stop hitting the WTF thread with these things eventually, so...Something awesome that should be made into an indie video game then sold on Steam.
Police action on a decrepit church (well, underneath it, anyway) involving capture of hostiles and weird forcefields everywhere, but also the capture/rescue of kittens and, initially, the destruction of cockroaches.
However, once it was noticed that the cockroaches were capable (when thrown with some force) of passing through the forcefields, the dream transitioned into a cockroach capturing dream. It ended with several strange looking cockroaches (some of them, which were trying to lead the others to safety, capable of human speech) trapped under a small plastic bucket, with a few stragglers outside of it being eaten/killed by the mentioned kittens.
What is Zeus's name just happened in my brain?
My dream this past night was of King of the Hill taking place in The World of Darkness. Bobby Hill snuck into a natural history museum and through a string of events was invited to hang out with a coterie of patriotic and overly humane Brujah and Gangrel lead by America's first president George Washington - who was a Brujah - who just wanted to make the United States and the world a better place. He was made an honorary member of their secret society and marked a potential candidate for recruitment when suddenly Hank Hill managed to sneak into the museum and was horrified to learn of the existence of the Kindred until George Washington managed to prove that it was him somehow and sided with these idealists. When I woke up from said dream about twenty minutes ago the song "Public Enemy No. 1" by Genitorturers was playing through my head, which may or may not have some connection to the dream.
Post by: Furtuka on July 28, 2013, 07:37:33 pm
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Post by: Loud Whispers on July 30, 2013, 06:07:55 pm
So we climbed down, there were two people above me and three below, with more at the bottom where it was surprisingly well lit despite how dark it looked from above, excepting one particularly dark rocky face hanging in the shade of the mountain range. We were all looking for something, though I did not know what it was I was looking for when the view I saw some sort of strange shrine covered in dolls and school stationary.
Everything got darker, more red and everyone but me was going insane. To top it all off the dolls had come to life and were also killing everyone, in a grisly manner. It was intensely brutal and highlighted by someone putting their fingers in an electric pencil sharpener.
Strangely, I was calmly going on with the search, investigating the rock face [there was nothing there sadly], turning around, running around one of the dolls trying to stab me with some pencils [again, surprisingly calm here] running through all the things trying to horribly murder me, opening some door and locking it the hell behind me with steel bars.
Then I started trying on some new clothes.
Strange way of remembering I need a new suit.
The only part where I was terrified was when dream-me decided it was also a great time to have a shower and at that moment everyone in the house decided they needed a shower too. And I forgot to lock the door.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on August 03, 2013, 07:25:08 am
I was in a very small village with my mother when suddenly all television and radio channels declared that war has begun and that America launched nuclear weapons at our country. The village where we were staying was located near several ICBM missile silos, meaning that direct nuclear strike at our position was pretty much guaranteed. I've heard that there was a fallout shelter nearby in an abandoned Soviet military warehouse facility, so we decided to make a run for it.
We started running towards the abandoned facility as quickly as possible, as ballistic missiles started to take off from our launch sites. Soon, we reached the heavily overgrown facility and found derelict vehicle garages and munitions depots. The entrance to the shelter was nowhere to be found. American missiles were only minutes away from our location so we decided to take cover in the facility. I spotted American warheads descending upon us, took cover... and then woke up, feeling rather nervous.
I've fallen asleep again. In my next dream I was a Russian commander of an old T-62 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T-62) tank. We were on our own against an American invasion force.
We sneaked upon an American camp located in an abandoned village and opened fire, catching Americans off-guard. They frantically started firing anti-tank missiles at us and missed. We killed them all and drove away, only to stumble upon an another American camp, as well as an M1A1 Abrams tank only meters away from us. We opened fire on the American tank, but our shells failed to penetrate its armour. Abrams opened fire on us, our tank was heavily damaged and me and my crew were captured.
We were taken to a POW camp where Americans brainwashed other Russian prisoners-of-war into becoming liberals and traitors. I started to think about the way to escape the camp.
Post by: MadMalkavian on August 03, 2013, 11:41:03 am
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Post by: IronTomato on August 03, 2013, 04:23:47 pm
I had a dream that a XBOX 360 and a Nintendo Wii asked me to be their translator in their combined effort of starting a political revolution that would see the Playstation 3 and in fact all Sony consoles banished from the United States of America. I woke up from this dream saying in a half-dazed voice "We must return them from where they came." and it makes me kind of wonder if this is but a prediction of the future of console wars.I feel for you. I would've been pissed if I was made to do that.Spoiler (click to show/hide)Spoiler (click to show/hide)
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Post by: Haspen on August 05, 2013, 03:13:31 am
The goal was to descend very very low and activate some kind of crystal. Lots of levels were trap/themed levels, often with deadly opponents. There was also a level with treasury with many burial items, like Ankhs, or those chinese paper slips, and lots of jade carvings. Another room was full of black egyptian jackals, and one other room was filled with acid swamp.
There was a level where the only enemies were quicksilver guys who moved at extra super fast speed. Then, there was a trap level with widn current that tossed you around and 'Endless Stairs' which took you so long to climb you actually managed to age, game-wise.
I don't remember everything, sadly, but there was a wizard guy who tried to woo me and rob me from my treasures, as well as floating skull who laughed at me in times of trouble, accompanied by dramatic musical interlude.
I do remember I got the crystal thing from the bottom, and won the game.
Post by: Yoink on August 05, 2013, 05:32:14 am
In that time I had some long, rather odd and definitely quite exciting dream.
I can't remember much about the setting, a lot/most of it seemed modern but there were medieval fantasy elements in it, too. My dad and I (I think) were sent from whatever settlement we started off in to investigate reports of strange behaviour in some smallish town. (The main characters seemed to be somewhat interchangable, I think, or perhaps I didn't play as myself at all in this dream?)
Apparently dad was kinda experienced in dealing with such matters, but we got to this quaint-looking little town in the afternoon, had a glance around and dad decided there was nothing amiss and that he was going home.
For some reason (I guess I was determined to find out what was up, can't remember why, though) I stuck around, taking a closer look. I can't remember very many of the town's details anymore, sadly, but at some point I was in this central hall/townhall building when in through the main doors came a ghost- this floating, vaguely humanoid, transparent blue blob wearing a sheriff's hat.
The ghost spoke to me, as a newcomer to town, and requested my assistance in escorting a caravan to some place where the townsfolk made semi-frequent trips for some reason or other. I guess I figured this was part of whatever badness they were up to, because I agreed as a way to get to the bottom of it. The caravan was set to leave at sunset the next day(or the day after, can't remember).
In the meantime I just hung around town. This is where characters get somewhat interchangable- I'm not sure if there were more people in my group from the start or if more joined me or what, but there were at least two of us exploring the town, interacting with the locals, who seemed normal at first glance but revealed their oddities as we spoke to them.
One of the 'main characters' who the dream focused on for a while was this rather pretty-looking young guy (so it obviously wasn't me :P) who had a penchant for mild crossdressing. He was wearing a bit of lipstick and some strange frilly white shirt (can't remember what pants-wise), and he had his hair pinned up somehow.
Anyway, he started shyly flirting with a local girl in a cafe attached to/within the townhall, who ended up being somewhat of a fount of information about the town.
My memory gets very hazy around this point, but there was a fair bit more that went on in town, as well as something seemingly seperate about a zombie movie. There certainly was some supernatural weirdness going on there, but I can't remember quite what. It can't have been too serious, though, as I/my group became quite comfortable in town, to the point that we almost missed the caravan's due time to leave.
It ended up as a mad rush as the sky started to darken after something finally reminded us about the caravan- we went through a part of the town I hadn't explored before. (I'm pretty sure the characters at this point were crossdressing-guy and that local girl, who had purple/teal hair.)
There was some really creepy ritual/celebration going on this particular night, which apparently drove the townsfolk involved to become mindless creatures of bloodlust, attacking everything and everyone in sight. My guide was at least mostly unaffected, presumably due to not participating in the ritual since she was hanging out with me instead.
Anyway, we had a few close calls where she had to fend off berserk people who dived at us, but eventually she led us out of the town and returned home.
I was next to some sort of little trading post, with these asian people who I at first mistook for the caravan. I was rather confused by this, as they just sat around cooking stir-fry, until I managed to communicate with one in English and he pointed off through a treeline, where I could see the distant outline of an actual, winnebago-style caravan.
I woke up shortly after meeting with that ghost again. Can't remember what went on, or most of the dream for that matter, but it was very, very interesting. I might have to become more nocturnal if I have dreams that awesome.
Post by: quinnr on August 05, 2013, 01:50:30 pm
Post by: Kashyyk on August 05, 2013, 02:26:18 pm
Post by: Haspen on August 05, 2013, 02:38:58 pm
Reading all this makes me quite sad, as I barely ever remember my dreams. I dreamt a fair bit more when I was a child. Fo the last eight years though, I might remember one dream a month. Curiously though, they seem to be almost prescient. Only by up to a few days, and quite abstract but still... They're never very nice dreams, so I'd happily trade them for more regular light-hearted ones.
Do what I do: keep a 'dream notepad' near your bed. When you wake up, write the dream details into it as soon as possible. It helped me, might help you as well :P
Post by: Kashyyk on August 05, 2013, 02:50:06 pm
Post by: DarkWolfXV on August 05, 2013, 06:50:56 pm
I could not handle the sheer awesomeness and woke up.
Post by: Pnx on August 06, 2013, 12:39:02 pm
Essentially it was a game of capture the flag, but with two teams of magic pinball robots called monkeybots. The monkeybots float, with six degrees of movement, they also bounce off of walls like a superball, and you can quite a bit of speed up if you use the environment which includes special bumpers that propel you, speed boosting forcefields, and other junk.
There's also this "paint" mechanic, where your monkeybot has to be painted certain colours to get past certain forcefields, open certain doors, and at each team's base there's a giant "goalkeeper" robot that will zap you back to your own base if you don't have the right paint scheme. You can change your paint scheme by passing through certain paint curtains and fountains.
Oh, and there's no death in the game, rather at worst people get sent back to their respawn point where they have to spend 10 seconds getting back in the game. You can respawn voluntarily at any time though it has a five second charge up for the teleport.
So instead of killing people you knock your opponents back to base by either getting them into one of the "ball return" holes that are scattered about the map, or alternatively by trapping them in certain areas where you can't paint yourself the right colour to get out. You typically do this by ramming them, or using your charge up stun attack. Both of these things can stun your opponent for a short while, which then lets you pick them up and throw them with some force. A flag bearer that get stunned drops the flag, which follows the standard rules of being returned to base if the enemy team picks it up.
Oh, and in addition there's a bunch of specials, like there's a fireball special that's single use and stuns everyone in an area at a long range, but has the drawback of travelling slowly and having to hit something first.
Then there was some kind of paint spray who's utility I forget exactly.
Then there was a single use one way portal gun which only lasted for a good 20 seconds before disappearing.
Post by: penguinofhonor on August 06, 2013, 12:43:35 pm
Man, that's the most I've remembered out of any of my dreams recently. I don't know what's wrong with me.
Post by: werty892 on August 07, 2013, 08:40:18 am
So we had 3-5 teams, I don't remember, deliver different types of cell samples across this big city by foot. One of the teams were Simon and Lewis of the Yougscast, one of them were me, and my old babysitter Tanya, another was these 2 giants, dont remember who. So we got the samples, and left. Me and Tanya started going down this hill, and I got really hungry as we passed this farmers market in the middle of a city. I remember buying a big triangle of cheese. Then we had this whole thing about wrapping up and closing the samples so we dont spill them, and then we camped out in the park because it was getting late. Later, when we woke up, my mom called, and she said she was tired or something, and we met up with her, and went into the town square. There, we went on some sort of stretch limo bus where the guy at the fron was checking tax forms to see if you could get on, and I did not have mine so I left. Then, I saw Simon and Lewis, and I remember they were complaining about being tired too. I pointed out how they looked like they were dead, and I gave Lewis a high five. We decided to go into the "Crematorium and Morgue museum across the street, and I was looking at various hooks and things while everyone else wandered off. The last thing I remember looking at was a picture of a woman who had 6 fake babies put in... you know... so she would always look pregnant. Then I woke up.
I can explain some of this... The cell samples were because I am doing a internship at a biochemistry company, the L&S is because I watched them be in the Guns of Icarus rumble zone last night. The rest, I HAVE NO FREAKING CLUE.
Post by: penguinofhonor on August 07, 2013, 09:03:51 am
When I was freaking out about my powers with some dead cats or something, a little girl saw me. She thought this was the coolest thing ever. One thing led to another and we ended up dragging a dead cow behind a corner on. The playground to hide the evidence.
We started cutting it apart when the bell rang and we had to go back inside. She told me to meet her here after school and ran off. I just sort of stared at the dead cow, realizing someone was definitely going to find it.
After a few minutes, I rushed to class but was late. A teacher got suspicious and found out somehow, so everyone started freaking out.
Scene change. Aliens have taken interest in my powers and I'm now at a ceremony where I'm becoming part of a superhero team. None of the other people on my team have natural powers, so they get power rings that imbue them with the power of pac-man. I don't really know where that came from.
My first teammate is a big muscly guy whose ring enhances his brawn. The second one is the girl from earlier, but like 18 years old now (pretty sure I am too). The final one is a talking notebook that was given sentience and weir paper powers by having a ring embedded in it.
Then the dream ended and I woke up. That got kind of weird toward the end.
Post by: miauw62 on August 08, 2013, 06:42:20 am
It also replaced all icons with a crossover between the default .txt icon and the dropbox icon, for whatever reason.
Post by: Squill on August 08, 2013, 11:56:28 am
Oh dear lord, my fucking dreams.
They either make absolutely no sense and are quite ridiculous, or make absolutely no sense and are terrifying. Or both!
For example, I once had a dream where I was at a "party" (that's what I assumed it was, but all I saw was a bunch of people standing outside my house wearing party hats), and then a stereotypical "Grim Reaper" appeared from nowhere, complete with scythe and ominous black robe. Everyone began screaming and most of them got inside, because for whatever reason we thought the monster couldn't get inside. Soon, everyone but me was either inside or dead, and then it turned it's gaze on me. I began running for the door, and got ahead of it. I got to the garage, and, while looking behind me as it slowly approached the house, ran for the door and proceeded to smack into the wall next to the door. Still looking behind me, I saw that it was at the entrance to the garage, and then I ran into the other side of the door. This time I fell over, and then the last thing I saw before I woke up was a scythe wooshing towards me.
Post by: Squill on August 08, 2013, 12:14:31 pm
Post by: Steelmagic on August 08, 2013, 02:48:38 pm
So it seems like it might not be only me, so I want to ask: Do people here have dreams where you start off playing a video game, and at some point it gradually progresses from being a game to being real?Actually, yes, this happens to me a lot.
Post by: penguinofhonor on August 08, 2013, 02:58:10 pm
Post by: Mr Space Cat on August 08, 2013, 06:16:36 pm
Of course, while dreaming I'm making semi-lucid decisions on what strategy I want to use, how to do what quest efficiently, etc, so I can end up feeling like I got no sleep at all because the sleep was spent playing even more video games.
Post by: Haspen on August 09, 2013, 03:12:48 am
I was going to have a date with Ms.Romulan Nurse but she was busy so I decided to stay in the medical bay and wait for her. There, the hammerhead shark-t-rex woman was apparently the superior leader doctor or something, and she had purple skin and robotic suit.
I've spoke to one of the surgery operators who told me that 'Legate' coudln't arrive and our spy operation is postponed for later. Seems that apparently I was also a spy.
Then I saw the doctors prepare a bulky romulan for restorative deep-freeze sleep after Ms.Hammerhead Shark Doctor fisnihed her surgery on his chest. He was packed into a low bed and the bed was slid into the wall. Then I approached my 'love', the romulan nurse, but suddenly one of the other beds slid from the wall, exposing a Romulan that was writhing and calling for help.
"His deep freeze timer!" The Hammerhead Shark Doctor Lady said and everyone rushed to revive him. The Romulan nurse who was my love gave me back the dinner bags, including the Undulating Alive Pie (it was a pie with a crust, just... undulating, so maybe it was a lifeform?)
"His inner flesh is perfectly molten" One of the male surgeons said. The Hammerhead Shark Doctor Lady cursed at everyone gathered and whilst I was poking the Undulating Alive Pie thing, they were injecting stuff into unfortunate, over-frozen Romulan.
And then I got awoken by my mom I:
Post by: itisnotlogical on August 09, 2013, 09:43:31 am
Post by: miauw62 on August 09, 2013, 10:04:00 am
I met my ex girlfriend in the library. She tracked me down to say that she forgives me for all the things that happened during our breakup. I kept wanting to go home and go to sleep, because I somehow reasoned that if I fell asleep in my dream it meant that it wasn't a dream after all.*insert inception joke here*
Post by: stephaniesc1 on August 09, 2013, 03:14:32 pm
i'm confused
Post by: Steelmagic on August 09, 2013, 08:24:15 pm
Post by: Sappho on August 10, 2013, 01:41:26 am
I was visiting my sister in America. In real life she's 27 and a mother and a teacher but in the dream she was in high school. I visited her at school and everything was so different. America had become a total police state, the schools most of all. Propaganda was everywhere. Homosexuals were being rounded up and the kids were being enlisted as secret police. In my sister's English classroom, the teacher was reading an article to the class about a court case that was wrapped up recently using a grammatical text as evidence. The text had asserted that, when writing properly, one should never use words like "to." (The case was about a gay student who had failed his English class because he used the word "to" frequently in his writing, and had later tried to sue the school. As a result, he was arrested.) I immediately got angry because grammar is my territory, damn it, and I spoke up to argue with the teacher, but my sister pulled me back and warned me against it. I turned around to look at the back wall of the class, where photographs of every single student in the school were hanging along with copies of their schedules, so everyone could track their location at any time.
(missing some interactions at the school here... something about kids and teachers and school police...)
Next I remember we're "home" - my sister's dorm, I think, but I had a pile of my own stuff there. I was arranging the books and drawings to proudly display the intelligent and enlightened themes in them. My sister saw me and warned me that I'd better not have that stuff visible in case of an inspection. They'd arrest me and I'd never get to go back to Prague. Frightened, I quickly rearranged everything so that only boring old books and harmless doodles are visible. Then my sister tells me it's time to go. She had always told me she was too busy to talk because she was taking some sort of classes in the countryside. Now I finally get to see what they are.
We hike up into the mountains and there's a big sort of fort there, built into this system of caves. When we first come in there's a big room on the left with desks and a whiteboard at the front. We sit down and once the doors are sealed, the lecture begins. It's all anti-propaganda stuff revealing the truth behind the government, and teaching them the secret symbols of the rebellion. Most of the class is filled with young kids. They play some videos at the front and explain what's really going on, then it's time to move into private groups. The kids all get up and move down the hallway. My sister has disappeared and I'm not sure where I'm supposed to go. I follow the crowd and see the kids going into different rooms that look like classrooms, with little room numbers next to the doors. I keep moving down the hall and see some of the kids are going into some kind of fun room. In fact it turns out to be more like an amusement park funhouse, with moving floors and fun stuff like that. Something about it tells me it's used for a kind of training.
(Something is missing here.)
We're back at the school and the principal has heard about some kind of secret club in the caves. It's being passed off as an activity center, and he wants to see it and check it out, so he goes up there with us and a group of military officers escort him.
This time I don't know where my sister is, but I realize we're being inspected by the military and I'm terrified what's going to happen. Everyone goes into the big room again and this time they say we're going to watch some films. I sit at a table next to a kid, maybe 14 years old, who introduces himself as David Smith and seems excited about being here. Everyone is careful not to mention anything that normally goes on. The older attendees seem nervous that the younger ones will let something slip. They start playing a film but after a few minutes they have to turn it off because they realize it includes banned music. Apologies are made - "we need to stop the film, sorry. We don't like the Doors." There is an obvious emphasis on WE, like it's some kind of slogan. They try several more films but with the same result. Finally they say sorry, we must have gotten the wrong batch of films. One of the little kids raises his hand and asks if we can do the activity room today. The leader says no, that's only for Tuesdays. Today we're going directly to AHS. The little kids groan but everyone heads to their classrooms.
I look around and I don't see the military people, but I'm sure they're still there, walking around inspecting things. I move down the hallways looking for a room to join, reading the signs outside the doors. They list military-type activities like drilling, makeshift weapons, etc. However, none of them specifically says anything about the government. I realize the inspectors are going to see this and know exactly what's going on. I decide I'd better get out of there, but I'm afraid for everyone left behind. And where is my sister?
Walking out the front door, I see another group of military officials walking up the path pushing small boxes on wheels between them. As they get closer the boxes open and tiny tanks come rolling out of them that look like they're made of legos. I smile like a simpleton and ask the men where they're going. They say they've discovered a rebel training camp here and they're going to wipe it out. Astonished, I tell them they must be mistaken. This place isn't a rebel training camp. It's where the kids are forming a militia to help the government in case we ever get attacked. They ask me what AHS stands for - I know it stands for "anti-homeland-security" but I smile and tell them it means "assisting homeland security." Then I ask them if maybe it's possible that the person who gave them the information was really a rebel, trying to get them to attack their loyal supporters. The officials pause for a moment and seem to consider this while I wave goodbye and continue down the hill, still smiling like an idiot.
Switch to the third person now, I see a few people in one of the rooms in the fort. He's an older man with a few younger adults with him. Out the window they can see the approach of the military officials. He tells the younger people to get him a couple of pieces of heavy cloth and a board. He wants to keep something safe. They give him the materials and he opens a cupboard and pulls out a few photographs. He slides them between the cloths and ties them to the board. Then he starts trying to pry up one of the floorboards to stash the package underneath it. But will he make it in time?
And then the cat jumps on my face and wakes me up.
Post by: Steelmagic on August 10, 2013, 04:54:10 am
Then scene change and the war is over and I'm back home, not that anyone noticed with all of my friends except one being dead, and the one who is alive isn't really my friend. Despite this i head over to her apartment and knock on her door, she answers and gives a very unenthusiastic "oh, you're back". Her lower body is a snake which is apparently not odd at all in dream world and she's my ex-girlfriend who i apparently cheated on and so she hates me so very much. She lets me in and after a few minutes of silence i proceed to remind her of how much like i feel like shit and how much i love her, she proceeds to remind me of how much i suck and how much she hates me (which i kind of expected, but hey i wasn't willing to give up). So i leave rather depressed that no, she hasn't changed her mind and yes, she does still hate me. I drive to my apartment building only to find that somebody in the building was murdered and they won't even let me in leaving me with one choice: i get to go back to the snake-girl who hates me and beg for her to let me stay there. I get in my car and mutter something to the effect of "this is really going to suck." before waking up.
Not one of my most cheerful dreams i must say but i enjoy pretty much any dream that isn't absolutely terrifying.
Post by: Yoink on August 10, 2013, 09:56:24 am
I was playing a bleak, very in-depth open world RPG in a post-apocalyptic setting. There was a massive scope for character creation and (on hard difficulty at least) there was permadeath, with 'success' being tracked by highscores etcetera. There was also some sort of loose underlying plot, which I think changed majorly (or even completely) depending on the character created- obviously a far-off pipe dream as far as real life games are concerned.
I had apparently finished the game once on a lower difficulty, having done a whole bunch of stuff as my old character to finish whatever mission he was on. Sadly I cannot remember many specifics, but I started a new character, a surly, tough-as-nails woman with a blue mohawk, on the hardest difficulty.
It was brutal, both setting and difficulty-wise. I'm not sure quite what had ended civilization in the setting, but there had been some sort of zombie-esque virus, with infected creatures being one of the primary threats.
At one point I was searching through some abandoned carnival, presumably for supplies, and as I was leaving I heard something running towards me with heavy footsteps, and I was attacked by a pack of infected wolves, which moved just as quickly as their living/normal counterparts once had.
This part seemed pretty terrifying... I couldn't easily get headshots on the wolves without them getting close enough to attack, and they were deadly. Eventually I think I took shelter in one of the carnival buildings, using a bottleneck to shoot them with whatever gun I had. My character was pretty beat-up after the ordeal, and I know I was lucky to survive that encounter.
Pretty sure I backtracked along the way I came to avoid the carnival and its surrounds after that... or maybe I returned to a settlement, I don't know. Sadly I don't remember much else. There was some later part where my character was forced to kill a couple of people where it really cut her up emotionally, but I've no idea who they were or what went down.
I should probably cross-post this in the 'games you wish existed' thread, because it was amazing.
(There was an earlier dream, too, perhaps it was part of the videogame dream? I don't remember much but it involved real-life people and it was really f***ing creepy. I know part of it was set out in the bush and there was something about some secret 'murder clubs' in each state of Australia that I was horrified to discover.
Or maybe I was just researching serial killers or something? I don't know, but I remember someone showing me a map of Australia with markings on it showing where crimes had occured or somesuch, and me being shocked about something. I can remember making a snarky comment about the number of said murders that happened in some city-or-other, too.
Maybe it somehow tied in with the story of the game in the later dream? I have no idea. I just vaguely remember visiting very remote places for whatever reason and being creeped out by dark secrets I uncovered.)
Post by: Itnetlolor on August 10, 2013, 12:11:04 pm
Some of my dreams just seemed more like offset timelines as well. In one 'verse, I'm living in the early 20th century, and in others, it's as far as late 26th century/early 27th century. Day is the same, but the year is not, and the scenery and trends and such show. It gets pretty bizarre; because my life is not all that different, situations, family members, social connections, and even jobs aren't all that diffierent, and yet, the environment is entirely different by era, despite being the same exact locations.
For example, my house in the earlier era turns into something more appropriate for the time (minus A/C and such) and the water a bit shallower, and further in the future offset, the sea level is absurdly higher, and apparently we have a more Jetsons-like build (more of a pier-city, and a penthouse suite where our house originally was, and floating gardens and such where our old parks and such were. It's like living in various artist-renderings of alternate versions of my town.
Nothing all that special happens, just another day on the other end of the spectrum. Like living life on the other side of a coin. Where reality is flipped over to something else, but is still essentially the same thing. If there was a way the two interacted with each other, for example: I change my scenery a bit in that reality, then when I wake up, the waking world has a similar adjustment, then I feel like I'm in a Zelda game. That, or I sleepwalk, and the dream world is my way of keeping my awareness in check.
EDIT:
What I find odd is that although the technology tends to be different, how they're used isn't all that different. In other words, we still have doors in the future, they're just more customizable than just slapping paint on them. Sometimes, they're non-solid for those permitted (noclip mode), and solid for those that are not, and require knocking to have it open like a regular door (some slide, others still have knobs; sometimes, both). Of course, when permitted, the door still needs to be manually opened. Auto-noclip for residents, manual opening required for guests and outsiders. Fortunately, contextual-understanding is a necessary secondary feature/superpower featured in future technology, both on the tech and the end-user. Kinda like in Stargate how the puddle-jumpers are able to fly just by willing the ships to fly, similarly with cloaking (think you cannot be seen, and believe it) and time travel (focus on the era you want to be sent to), and I think operating stargates remotely as well (tell the gate the address from the command console if you're not on the gateway device on-board (pilot command while flying solo)).
Spoiler: Think of it working something like this (click to show/hide)
EDIT EDIT:
Looking back at that universe, I find it funny that we still have complete morons that forget how to operate a fucking door, because they're too used to keeping them on full-unlock/intangible/no-clip (all-access for anybody at any time, virtually everywhere), meaning they forget that sometimes you have to turn a knob, or put some effort in pushing or pulling them to open it, and that's while the doors are solid, but need to be manually opened. You think people are stupid today, forgetting how to open doors due to that kind of advancement and automation makes things even more sad. Make things worse, my dream worlds keep plausibility and being realistic, even with fantasy things, in mind; in other words, you think people hypnotized by smartphones and crossing streets without checking traffic or even the crosswalk lights was bad, they become almost no different from a machine that's poorly programmed, that keeps walking into a wall like a character in an MMORPG; mind you, this would not be in a game, but a form of real life.
No matter how advanced we become, we'll always have a complete lack of common sense somewhere. Fortunately, it could be considered legal to convert such useless people into Soylent Green. At least they'll then actually contribute something to society. Then again, eating nothing but artificial foods and being useless husks of flesh may cause a drought in nutritional value while at it. So I guess the Soylent Green would work better as fertilizer for Audrey II breeds of man-eating plants. Even so, I think they even have a sense of taste when it comes to people. So, common "modern zombies" would be the equivalent of 'Store Brand' Soylent Green.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on August 10, 2013, 06:24:39 pm
Post by: Squill on August 10, 2013, 07:13:44 pm
Post by: Grey Goo on August 10, 2013, 07:55:24 pm
One thing about my dreams is that they are sometimes layered. I have learn to notice this sometimes, especially if those strings/cables are appearing. Breaking those layers, appearing into different dream. Those are more detailed, little more real as dreams. Also more scarier, for normal peoples anyway.
I do not often get scared in my dreams. More like frustrated. Even if I am raped by gay trolls or my dick gets eaten by parasitic being after I tried make out with it. There was once or two even this spiked plant. Also I really hate those strings. Actually I even not like being clothed in my dreams, usually. They are quite hard to remove.
There is quite few repeating elements. One is traveling through mirrors. Not always succesfully, but quite fast and may lead into interesting places. Sometimes, hm, how to explain this. There is places under water. Nothing special, but ordinary places, houses, such. Sometimes ordinary places. Often frozen. It is like after some kind of natural cataclyst.
I have many skills, powers. Flight is one, but rarely I am able to do it. Sometimes I am already quite high, just wrong part of me which wants get back down. At least once or two I have cut planet to two. Just because I can't get off from it.
So many dreams and yet... There is too few good wet dreams...
Post by: itisnotlogical on August 10, 2013, 11:07:14 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on August 11, 2013, 01:33:21 am
Itnetlolor, are your dreams really that full of meaningful content or you are just great at analysing random images cobbled up by your unconscious mind?It gets weirder than that. I do believe I actually live them. In every one of these dreams, I have full interactivity with them. All senses active. It feels like I literally jump between different lives; past, present, and future. That, or I am somehow/somewhat able to share minds with alternate histories/timelines/versions at such vivid detail (like I said, all senses, from the usual 5 to the kinesthetic 6th+ senses (to give it a more solid number, upwards to 10-12 active senses, or a few sub-senses added to the standard ones, from infra- to ultra- on some of them in sensitivity; which means in some cases, in the dreams, I can easily use infrared vision, provided I don't have contact lenses or glasses on to obstruct the vision they receive (kinda like how you can do the same thing to such cameras, and read nothing behind the glass screen; kinda a reason I preferably don't wear glasses, even though I have a prescription pair of my own. Despite clearer vision, I actually feel like my vision is worse while wearing them, despite the corrections being applied.)).
For what it's all worth, if I could recall my memories, and motivate myself to do artwork again, I can try to render as much as I can recall from the most interesting or recent full-detail dreams I get, and maybe even log how I went about things. My memory of some of these (sometimes) recurring dream(worlds) is so vivid and clear, I can illustrate the technology to a schematic, more as to how I would normally break down anything else I see, and even illustrate maps of locations; working best if I actually have read one. Unfortunately, some of them are written in languages I don't believe exist on our very own world. Not to mention, some of the physics behind some of these things will make the most hardcore physicist cry. I mean, in some cases, I've wielded a gun with a quantum clip/magazine. Standard pistol/rifle, same scale bullets, but somehow a standard sized clip/magazine can fit 600+ rounds of ammo inside no problem without compression. And yes, sometimes I do forget to reload (similar clips that abuse physics). To compensate for raping physics like that, there's still some limits to these things, like for example, you don't want to break these clips/magazines while they're in full stock of bullets. They're like frag grenades taken to 11 when the singularity container recoils. So yeah, extremely bad idea to smash these things while they're full. Let's just say I tried doing that before. Thank God for immortality over there, it fucking hurt. Furthermore, thank God Freddy Kreuger really doesn't exist; that would have been a hell of a mess to clean up IRL.
In summary, I am rather enlightened by my dreams. It feels like the theory of infinite probability, or my nickname for it being the "Infinite Universe", in full motion happening before me. Kinda makes you think about existence itself. What if in some cases of life itself, we're interacting with past or future versions of ourselves as entirely different people?
After all, an eternity could be spent in multiple lifetimes, sometimes, stuck within chunks of time as a form of punishment or choice. You could be running into yourself from thousands of years in the past or future, and be completely unaware of it since you can't recognize an old form from such a long time ago, not to mention, how'd you know what form you'd take afterwards in such an amount of time as well? And this could be within a window of a century, regardless the amount of time spent. Just because your spirit is that old, doesn't mean you weren't chilling out within an era you favored within that whole time. Then again, I tend to look at time from a more lateral perspective much the time. I mean, it's not so far-fetched to spend an eternity in a tiny window of time. But that would mean that one person could contribute to a massive population of people merely existing. Ever wonder how so many people can be like-minded at times? They could all be a collective consciousness of the same one person, in spirit, spread across many lives. Some how Orz *fingers* come to mind when I think about that.
ADDENDUM:
When I mention time being viewed laterally, I'm not kidding. I can sleep for 4-10 hours, and live out entire days, weeks, or even years in my dreams (if you ever get that feeling like you've done a marathon and have difficulty getting up, at a (Sub-/Super-)conscious level, you kinda did), though in most cases, time-compression takes effect, and everything reverts to real-time, thereby kinda wiping some experience and memory of the dreamscape. It's like a real-life version of Inception or a preview of Heaven. However, pulling a Willful-Override on a dream (a stage above simple lucid dreaming) is pretty tricky, but with mastery of it, can allow for that level of depth diving on a regular basis (sometimes, I forget I do it at all, and trip myself up at times). In a way, you can sort of consider it like willing yourself into a coma, or "forging a death certificate" when you dream, allowing for your consciousness to extend to depths like I tend to often reach. Of course, it's a bit of a trip, and if you can pull it off, can make you have such a deep level of sleep, you can sleep through World War 3, and even draft yourself in it IDL. Speaking of which, if you can go all-out on your senses, and extend the time you spend in the dream world, without compromising your sleep time in the real world (imagine your waking life like the polar opposite of the dream life and vice-versa; I've fooled my body into thinking it went on a 32 hour day (16 waking hours, and 16 sleeping hours (8 IRL, and 8 IDL); feeling like 8 hours of sleep in both planes of consciousness)), make use of that time-extension to practice your skills, or skills you otherwise had no opportunity to learn, or prefer to learn in absolute privacy.
If dream experience can translate into RL experience, then imagine what you can learn or teach yourself; and relatively speaking, in such short a time? Pardon how long this post got.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on August 11, 2013, 05:28:21 am
Itnetlolor, are your dreams really that full of meaningful content or you are just great at analysing random images cobbled up by your unconscious mind?It gets weirder than that. I do believe I actually live them. In every one of these dreams, I have full interactivity with them. All senses active. It feels like I literally jump between different lives; past, present, and future.
Lucid dreaming, got it.
In summary, I am rather enlightened by my dreams. It feels like the theory of infinite probability, or my nickname for it being the "Infinite Universe", in full motion happening before me. Kinda makes you think about existence itself. What if in some cases of life itself, we're interacting with past or future versions of ourselves as entirely different people?
After all, an eternity could be spent in multiple lifetimes, sometimes, stuck within chunks of time as a form of punishment or choice. You could be running into yourself from thousands of years in the past or future, and be completely unaware of it since you can't recognize an old form from such a long time ago, not to mention, how'd you know what form you'd take afterwards in such an amount of time as well? And this could be within a window of a century, regardless the amount of time spent. Just because your spirit is that old, doesn't mean you weren't chilling out within an era you favored within that whole time. Then again, I tend to look at time from a more lateral perspective much the time. I mean, it's not so far-fetched to spend an eternity in a tiny window of time. But that would mean that one person could contribute to a massive population of people merely existing. Ever wonder how so many people can be like-minded at times? They could all be a collective consciousness of the same one person, in spirit, spread across many lives. Some how Orz *fingers* come to mind when I think about that.
Itnetlolor, are you the Doctor?
Post by: Itnetlolor on August 11, 2013, 04:54:03 pm
Probably the most bizarre one if I also would count as a TARDIS at the same time.In summary, I am rather enlightened by my dreams. It feels like the theory of infinite probability, or my nickname for it being the "Infinite Universe", in full motion happening before me. Kinda makes you think about existence itself. What if in some cases of life itself, we're interacting with past or future versions of ourselves as entirely different people?Itnetlolor, are you the Doctor?
After all, an eternity could be spent in multiple lifetimes, sometimes, stuck within chunks of time as a form of punishment or choice. You could be running into yourself from thousands of years in the past or future, and be completely unaware of it since you can't recognize an old form from such a long time ago, not to mention, how'd you know what form you'd take afterwards in such an amount of time as well? And this could be within a window of a century, regardless the amount of time spent. Just because your spirit is that old, doesn't mean you weren't chilling out within an era you favored within that whole time. Then again, I tend to look at time from a more lateral perspective much the time. I mean, it's not so far-fetched to spend an eternity in a tiny window of time. But that would mean that one person could contribute to a massive population of people merely existing. Ever wonder how so many people can be like-minded at times? They could all be a collective consciousness of the same one person, in spirit, spread across many lives. Some how Orz *fingers* come to mind when I think about that.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on August 11, 2013, 05:44:53 pm
Itnetlolor, are you the Doctor?Probably the most bizarre one if I also would count as a TARDIS at the same time.
...or, alternatively, the Doctor that turned into a human by using the Chameleon Arch (http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Chameleon_Arch).
After the Tenth Doctor used it to evade the Family of Blood in one episode of Series 3, he also had weird and vivid dreams (http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/A_Journal_of_Impossible_Things_%28Human_Nature%29) that were actually memories of his past travels.
Post by: mate888 on August 15, 2013, 02:14:13 pm
I had a very, very strange semi-lucid dream last night.Poor Kim, he wanted to eat that potato...
I had been kidnapped by North Korean infiltrators, and taken...somewhere. It looked to be a warehouse of some kind. I was put in chains, forcibly stripped, and put into fighting gear. Apparently, this was a huge mistake, because I punched out most of the people holding my chains, rushed toward a door, and when I went to open it, my captors started begging me and pleading not to open the door, or everyone would die. They were crying. Even the ones I hadn't punched. Anyway, I went to another door, and was led up an entryway into an arena/fight club setting. A rickety boxing ring was surrounded by probably two or three thousand totally silent Koreans. As I climbed into the ring, I felt all eyes on me. I was mildly disturbed. An announcement was made to back away from the ring, and a barbed-wire fence rammed its way through the floor, surrounding the ring. A ramp was lowered over the fence, and it was announced that North Korea's best fighter would be entering via the ramp, due to a number of crowd fatalities last time the fighter got into the ring. All of the sudden, heavy metal music began playing, people began screaming in a weird combination of panic and excitement, an announcer began announcing something in korean, I heard the words 32 and 0, and down the ramp came...
a potato. Not a giant potato, not Kim Jong-Un as a potatoman, no. Just a regular ol' Idaho potato. As it hit the floor, everyone in the crowd gasped. I stood there. The music stopped. A referee shouted to begin from outside the cage. The potato, not done from rolling down the ramp, rolled slowly toward me. It bumped into my foot, which drew large "ooh"s and "ah"s from the crowd. I pushed it a little bit with my foot, but the ring was slanted toward me because of my weight, so it rolled right back to me. When it bumped into me again, huge cheers erupted from the crowd. I pushed it again, the crowd hushed. So, I walk up to the potato, pick it up and put it in the middle of the ring, between my feet. Hushed whispers ran through the crowd. A dozen announcers have been talking this whole time. I look around, and see that there are tv cameras planted in the crowd. At the top of the arena area, there is a glassed off section holding what looks to be important military personnel and Kim Jong-Un.
So, I decide to make a show of it. I pick the potato up, and promptly fall over with my arm behind my back, faking that I'm in a submission hold. I scream in fake pain, trying to keep from laughing. The crowd roars. I plant my hands on the floor, turn a somersault to escape the "submission", and get back to my feet. The crowd hushes. I put both hands on the potato, get into a Muay Thai clinch stance, and pretend to struggle with it. The crowd begins to chant. Po-ta-to! Po-ta-to! Suddently, I bring my hands to my knee, as if I were throwing a knockout knee strike to someone's head, and spray potato chunks everywhere. I have defeated the potato. The arena is silent. Kim Jong-Un is crying. I raise my hand in victory and the dream ends.
WTF?
Post by: Steelmagic on August 15, 2013, 10:43:10 pm
I was one of a group of people with special powers who decided that we could use our powers to kill or otherwise take down bad guys. There were four others with me but i don't remember what their powers were, but my powers involved injecting people with poison which could range from paralyze to instant death. Other than the five of us there was another girl who in the dream had been my friend for basically my whole life, she wasn't with us but she still had a power. Her power was basically being part dragon, she could grow wings and a tail and breathe fire (although i never saw any fire). So with the four others i went and things went well at first, but slowly we started to lose our sanity and lose control of ourselves. Eventually it got to the point where we didn't care what we were killing so long as we were killing. The police, being competent did not take kindly to this and managed to kill the four others and force me to hide in a building that they proceeded to surround. They knew i had my poison power and were too afraid to send anyone in, but one person decided that i had to be somewhere in that killing machine and she wasn't really wrong. My childhood friend managed to sneak into the building and begged me to give up. I responded by shooting her in the head. At this point i finally snapped out of it and realized what i had just done. I just sat around a bit thinking before standing up grabbing my rifle and heading towards the door saying something to the effect of "I guess I'll see you again in hell if you don't hate me. Please don't hate me". Then right when i got to the door one of my real life friends called and woke me up.
Post by: Sirus on August 15, 2013, 10:48:21 pm
Post by: Jopax on August 16, 2013, 02:39:32 am
I was in this city, it was coastal and under attack by Cthulhu. He seems to do this kind of thing, raises (or gets raised) himself from the dead in the sea and proceeds to go on a rampage before being put down. Except it's different this time, because you see he's after this girl that is somehow my friend or something despite me not knowing even her name, just that she's got short blonde hair and is somewhat short herself.
The reason he wants her is because she's special in that one in forever kind of way because she isn't bound by the strands of fate or something, meaning she drifts trough life without a predetermined path, unlike everyone else. Now old Cthulhu here wants that because he knows his fate and doesn't like it (he's destined to get put down and never actually get anywhere, a vicious circle of death and rebirth), and it seems if he sucks the life force out of her he cuts loose from his fate.
So it turns into a giant bossfight. Not sure what weapons or what exactly was used but the first time around we won.
Then something changes, not sure what and he can be killed (I guess I got expositioned on by someone who knows this stuff) if I can raise him again. As I'm going for him I meet the girl again, she hugs me and thanks me for trying but she'd like to die or something, that I shouldn't risk myself because of that, she'll just live on until he ressurects again and simply give herself up or something.
I continue on my way and suddenly I'm in this WW2 fighter plane that is armed with a laser beam or something and Cthulhu is assaulting the city (or trying to, he can't leave the water for some reason) while I pepper him with laser beams (which seem to be taking nice chunks out of his HP bar), it's getting harder though since the bastard is quite flaily and I need to fall back before he knocks me out of the sky.
Suddenly some superheroes appear and help out, all the while talking exposition about how Cthulhu is being forced to do this by some higher power just like Zod and that cloud thing from Green Lantern were.
Something happens then and I'm suddenly in a grocery store shopping with my sister and cousin, arguing with the old man at the register because he isn't letting me buy mushrooms or something, and just as I convince him and go to get the damned mushrooms the alarm clock rings and wakes me up.
Meh.
Post by: Yoink on August 16, 2013, 04:30:31 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
That's a pretty badass dream. I love the Bolivian Army Ending... dreams seem to like doing stuff like that. :)
During my 12-hour sleep last night I dreamed of something I can best describe as a huge, laser tag overlaid/virtual reality game.
My best friend and I were playing some sort of game, somewhere between real life lasertag and a FPS. We and our team mates were fighting and killing the enemy in some strange world were lasertag players were hired by real corporations to fight against their rivals.
The dream seemed to wander between people getting shot, pretending to die and then returning to their base, to people actually being killed and respawning. It was very confusing... the dream seemed to blur the line between killing someone in the game and killing them for real, especially since the game took place in real-world environs.
I woke up as my friend and I were marching along some disused train tracks in a tunnel towards our objective. We'd been hired by some railway company to prevent an attack by a rival company, and I was fantasizing about the battle to come, planning to kill the first enemy saw by driving my knife into their gut.
At that point dream-me started to wonder just how that worked- we might have been armed with laser tag weapons, but a lot of those people still seemed pretty dead... and we still had combat knives and such, so just what was going on?
I think that inconsistency might have been what woke me up. :P Oh well, it was a fun dream.
Post by: Graknorke on August 16, 2013, 05:23:51 am
Post by: Yoink on August 16, 2013, 06:30:54 am
Makes the dream seem even better. I remember my dream self doing various risky things because "I'd just respawn anyway". Not to mention all the people I killed in the course of the dream, obviously. :P
Post by: Squill on August 16, 2013, 07:58:19 am
This was really not a great dream, but it's not the first of its kind. Every now and then, I'll have a dream like this where there will be someone I care about, and either I'll be forced to kill them or I won't be able to prevent their death. They all sort of have a sense of "fate" around them, as if that other person is basically already dead, it's only a matter of time and there is actually a feeling of a more powerful being that, for whatever reason, makes it so that it is predestined for that person to die.
Post by: penguinofhonor on August 16, 2013, 11:59:42 am
Then I had a dream where my roommates were enlisting my help in waking up some small animals. I really can't remember the species - it might have been squirrels or ducklings or something. But there were a bunch of them and they had to wake them all up at the same time for some reason, so I got on one side and my friend got on the other side and we spooked them awake. Then I woke up.
Post by: Yoink on August 16, 2013, 07:43:00 pm
She shows up, as she always does, and instead of waiting for her to find me as usual, I take a high powered rifle and shoot her in the head. At this point, I wake up.
Stuck in an infinite loop until you finally give in and kill that which you love. That is some powerful stuff right there.
...Damn, I love reading people's dreams. :D This is fascinating.
I had a dream last night that I can only describe as "lazy". As in, my dream would go out of its way to not render things which would take a good deal of effort to imagine. Then again I only remember part of it, towards the end, and I believe it was my earlier-in-dream-dream-self imagining something, so... I guess I should cut my subconscious some slack.
I was visiting America for some reason, and chatting to Vector. I never actually saw Vector, she was standing sort of to my right and behind me, having just stepped out of a shop- only occasionally glimpsed in my peripheral vision(lazy dream). I just knew who it was for some reason.
I was holding a plastic cup of takeaway coffee and rambling on about something-or-other, probably the reason why I was visiting America(I think I was doing some sort of 'road trip' visiting various Bay12ers, but I can't remember). Then I commented on how beautiful the view was- I was standing on a sidewalk/old-fashioned boardwalk, looking up over the street towards a big, lush green valley framed by a deep blue afternoon sky. The colours in the landscape seem kinda over-saturated and exaggerated, looking back, and various buildings in the valley were visible behind and above the line of shops on the street.
I said, "we don't have buildings like that in Australia," and started rambling on about the classic Architecture on display-- despite the fact that I couldn't see any particularly interesting houses in this scene(lazy dream), and at least one of them (painted bright green for some reason) suspiciously resembled one of the 'Queenslander' houses in my area(lazy dream). I actually referred in particular to one building up the road in the town I was in, giving a brief description of it and how amazing it was despite not having actually laid eyes on it in the dream(lazy dream).
After that I vaguely remember going/planning to go to visit some old, historical gas station in the area, that had apparently belonged to an associate of Bonny and Clyde's during their crime spree. I remember what inspired me to visit it- a mention on a Wikipedia page saying "still standing". :P It would be quite amusing if that was what prompted my entire trip to the US.
...Yeah, that's all I remember. I know there was a lot of stuff happening earlier in the dream, (this part was apparently just the imaginings of my dream self, after all,) but I don't remember a thing. I suppose it was sort of interesting, purely for being a dream (the gas station visit) within a dream (talking to Vector) within a dream(whatever went on earlier).
Maybe Vector was trying to pull some Inception-type stuff on me? :P I've had a couple of dreams involving Bay12ers in the past, can't remember them now, though.
Post by: Fniff on August 16, 2013, 07:50:54 pm
Post by: Yoink on August 16, 2013, 08:34:56 pm
This dream cut corners all over the place. :P Maybe I wasn't tired enough or something...
Post by: Steelmagic on August 16, 2013, 08:52:39 pm
Post by: Mr Space Cat on August 17, 2013, 09:59:38 am
Started off with me deciding to play that "fake gun shooting" game pretty much every boy has to play at some point in their childhood. The whole fingergun, pretend a stick is a machinegun, pow pow thing.
For some reason, I was doing this in a high school, at my own age which is completely past that childhood point, with a stick I had modified to snap open like a double-barreled shotgun. Obviously, this was doomed to go terribly wrong, as me running around with a gun-like object making totally realistic shooting sounds with my mouth freaked everyone out. People started screaming about a school shooting and stuff, self-righteous people start mobbing me so others can run away, stuff like that.
Then this one preppy super-popular jock decides he's going to save everyone. He proceeds to walk up to me, and shoot me in the shoulder. Point-blank, just walks up and pops a 9mm cap in my shoulder from a 9mm Beretta pistol he got from somewhere. He literally plants the barrel against my shoulder like it's a tazer or something, and even says "Stop right there!" before shooting me.
At this point I go batshit crazy. The angriest I've ever been at anyone, --I'm pretty much seething with uncontained rage--and start ranting at him and everyone around me about how blindly stupid they are, following the mob and thinking I had a gun and not stopping to actually think for themselves. Yell at the prep jock for his dumbass hypocritical moral superiority that using a gun to stop another guy causing panic at a school for having a gun is absurd and should only add to the panic factor. Also it's stupid because said guy causing panic had no gun at all in the first place worth panicking over.
I was pissed as hell. I promptly tore the bullet out of my shoulder with my bare hand and threw it back in prep jock's face while calling him, his family, and all his beloved, social and always happy friends--which he valiantly tried to protect--a collection of obscenities incorporating the f-bomb and wishing them all to die in a hole before going off to play "cowboys and indians" with myself somewhere else.
Then I woke up, thinking how crazy of a dream that was.
Post by: Graknorke on August 17, 2013, 02:53:16 pm
Post by: Mr Space Cat on August 17, 2013, 04:56:02 pm
I think that the anger may well have been delusionary bloodloss. People tend to lose some mental capacity after losing the type of blood you lose from a bullet wound.That makes sense, but considering that this was a dream I don't think I would've considered that because "DREAM LOGIC". I think I was more upset over the concept that people are freaking out over a guy with a stick "shooting" everyone, while the anonymous super-popular jock that everyone popular knows and loves gets away with shooting a Berretta pistol with no consequence whatsoever because "herp derp he's popular and saving our lives, he's so heroic brah" and it was just a hypocritical and petty popularity contest.
The bullet wound was just a thing. Considering I just popped the bullet right back out easy as pie, threw it back at the shooter, and walked off to go play other imaginary games without seeking medical help whatsoever I think I was less concerned with realistic medical logic.
And all this over a misunderstanding. It was so silly and stupid. Imagine a kid with a broom handle making "pew pew" noses and in response a SWAT team swoops out of nowhere and tackles the kid, and everyone praises the SWAT team for their heroic efforts. The SWAT team gets medals and ribbons and statues in their honor, all for tackling a kid with a broom handle, who everyone else fully believes is a dangerous terrorist; only the kid knows that he's just a kid with a broom handle, but he can't get anyone else to believe him because he's been set up as the villain.
Dream logic can do silly things. Like riding a t-rex across the milky way in pursuit of the flounder queen of Atlantis.
Post by: Yoink on August 17, 2013, 05:00:29 pm
Then after a wait I hopped into a taxi, still clutching my bleeding throat and getting a lot of strange looks but apparently not dead yet, and went on a bumpy car ride through a bunch of fields to the nearest hospital.
:o I dunno. That was a strange dream. I'll have to check if I wrote it down somewhere.
I found it amusing how my "grievous mortal wound" was progressively downgraded throughout the dream, with dream-me wondering why I wasn't dead yet.
Post by: Steelmagic on August 17, 2013, 08:46:50 pm
Post by: Graknorke on August 18, 2013, 08:33:16 pm
It woke me up really early morning with a mosquito noise right by my head. The noise was in the dream but I woke up due to flailing my arms around in half-awakeness.
Post by: Steelmagic on August 18, 2013, 08:52:54 pm
I started off getting my first gun, it was a .38 revolver i remember. At this point i just wander around a bit before i find some cattle rustlers (at this part of the dream it was sort of like the wild west) threatening a guy at gunpoint until they see me. I then dive into some sort of shed and start slowly and shakily loading my revolver because i am apparently a very shitty gunslinger. I can see outside somehow and one of them shoots the guy they were threatening and start coming my way, but then the sheriff shows up and starts shooting at them, forcing them to run. Then there was a scene change and it was suddenly modern day and i was going out to the car because i actually have a mission. Then a few guys who live next door start talking to me (even though i have a rifle and a pistol) and i decide screw it I'm going to the convenience store with these guys. They all jump in the car and we drive to the store at which point i wake up.
If this dream taught me anything it's that I'm a terrible gunslinger and a terrible mercenary. Not only do i not keep my pistol loaded at all times but i got distracted from my mission by 3 guys I've never even met.
Post by: hops on August 23, 2013, 03:23:06 pm
Murdering this guy (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thaksin_Shinawatra) was really epic. He had like an army of genetically modified guards or something.
He had a fucking centaur as a Head of Security.
Post by: penguinofhonor on August 25, 2013, 01:01:29 pm
I restarted one of my characters and apparently skipped all the appearance modification steps, resetting him to the default. I spent the rest of the dream debating whether I should delete him out of anger, spend money on the item that lets me change his appearance, or just power him to max level and restart him again.
Pretty boring. The next one wasn't quite so bad.
It was night and I was outside a big mansion in the woods. It wasn't haunted or creepy or anything, just a rich dude's house in the woods. It was also guarded by trained hyenas.
At the beginning of the dream I was trying to sneak into the mansion. The hyenas were mostly asleep, so I got past them pretty easily. Eventually I neared the entrance, which was on the opposite side of the building from where I started. But there were hyenas all over the stairs and I gave up, realizing there was no way to get past them.
I jogged towards the woods, but I woke up one of the hyenas I passed. It started chasing me and I threw something at it (I think it was a sock) to try to distract it. It ignored the sock and jumped at me, so I started wrestling it. The last thing I remember from the dream was holding its head and trying to force its jaws away from my face.
Also, I totally remember the location from a previous dream I had. I remember walking on a trail through the woods with some friends for a while before I got there - there were a lot of other people walking too; it was like some event or something. I think it was a restaurant in that dream instead of a mansion. Then I was a server in the restaurant and I fucked up some stuff.
Hey, I think that's the most detail I've ever gotten out of my dream deja vu.
Post by: Squill on August 25, 2013, 05:18:47 pm
Post by: JoshuaFH on August 26, 2013, 08:50:06 am
The dream is almost like a genderbended Twilight, where the hot vampire girl is after the guy, me in this scenario. but I'm not a highschool boy, I'm a twenty-something man working as a forklift operator in a warehouse, and the vampire girl likes me because she thinks I'm some famous circus performer for some reason, and I'm pretty sure she'll tear my head off on the spot if she finds out I'm just a regular joe. And her vampire family hates my guts cause they think I'll run off with her to exploit in my circus troupe.
So the entirety of the dream revolves around me having to maintain my 9 to 5 job in secrecy, learn and practice circus stuff to create a believable lie, and winning over the heart of the hot vampire girl all the while keeping up the lie and not getting killed by her, her family, or getting caught in the crossfire of her bizarre inter-family feuds.
The dream ended when the Vampire Girl's sister flew me up and left me on a high ledge on the side of her mansion, and the Vampire Girl found me and I was making up a lie that went along the lines of "Oh I'm just practicing for my next daring act!"
Post by: Mr Space Cat on September 08, 2013, 08:58:06 am
Then I ran into a unique. She was some human warrior with a club --an aluminum bat-- and evil magic. Also wearing tight blue jeans and a hoodie, in a fantasy setting. Dream logic. Anyway, my spells didn't do anything to her.
So there I was running for my life in heavy armor through a forest full of thick webs, getting chased by a mad-woman with a baseball bat and a growing horde of ravenous undead spiders. It. Was. Terrifying.
Ultimately I got chased into a dead end corner and was curled up in the fetal position like the heroic paladin war-mage I am when Aluminum-Bat-Lady caught up and clubbed my face in.
Interesting bit about that dream was that perspective kept switching between in-character first-person view where everything seems real and an omniscient break-the-fourth-wall ASCii gui. Still made sense in my head though. Didn't make the chase scene any less horrifying.
Post by: sjm9876 on September 08, 2013, 09:14:55 am
Post by: Yoink on September 08, 2013, 09:16:35 pm
It was some sort of early medieval fantasy setting, and it began with a disastrous attempt to slay some powerful monster that had no doubt been doing all manner of wicked things. I can't remember quite what sort of monster it was, but it was certainly tougher than your average beasty in this setting- in which there were plenty of 'em around causing trouble.
Anyway, the (remembered part of it, anyway) dream began with the protagonist hanging from the side of a cliff, moderately wounded, weakened, and stuck.
He was some strong, brave young tribesman, but he had failed miserably at fighting the creature. I think he'd had/been part of some sort of group in this endeavour, but if so they were presumably dead.
What I remember of the dream was a long, arduous scene of him, stuck on that cliff, bleeding from at least one large gash, too weak to climb it easily as he tried to escape back to his village. Eventually he made it, but it was a painful, gruelling process which cost him all of his strength.
After that he sort of sank into depression, all his muscles wasting away as the dream entered a long period of moping around. Can't remember exactly what he got up to, but getting revenge on that monster was never very far from his mind. I think he focused his energy more on peaceful pursuits, mainly brewing various types of traditional booze out of herbs he gathered.
Eventually though after a long period of peacefulness, the dream got its arse in gear, someone slapped some sense into the main character, who built himself back up in a brutal training regime. He got a well-trained group together, equipping everyone with good gear from the not-inconsiderable wealth he'd gained by making booze or whatever (some of the others probably contributed), and they went off to fight the monster. And a whole bunch of other things.
The next part I really remember is quite a bit later, after he'd slain his enemy and retired into quite a lot of wealth, near as I could tell. He had a good, well-to-do house in or near some decent-sized settlement, and while I don't remember him falling in love or any sappy bullshit like that, he acquired a family anyhow.
I guess they were blood relatives of some sort- I remember there was a young man (Main Character wasn't quite as young himself at this point) and this batty old woman who would keep the house (and their row of anachronistic, high-tech refrigerators) well-stocked with her own recipe of beer, whilst offering cliché wise-old-person-advice.
Oh and she was usually drunk.
This went on for a while, this peaceful life, with M.C. having learnt from his earlier mistakes and finding time to exercise and keep up his physical fitness, despite not having anything to fight at present. Things were prosperous and pretty good, the only discord I remember was the old lady (let's call her Gran) nagging M.C. about the helmet of one of his companions, a close friend/relative who had gone missing, presumably dead, during the battle against the Monster. He kept it hanging on the wall of their house, in case the man returned, which she thought was total silliness.
He responded by daring Gran to take it down if she wished, and she considered it- but she grinned, superstition getting the better of her practicality as she figured the man's ghost could have been watching it, after all. The thing was inscribed with some sort of runes, so who knew what they were all about.
Aaaanyway, dream ended with a fellow from the nearest town (I think M.C's house was a bit of a distance from it, not too far) coming to the house and inviting M.C. out to walk/talk with him for some reason or other. M.C. went, but was wary of the man since the other guy of the household had had a recent disagreement with him, which had ended up in the setting's equivalent of a trial, which the youngster neglected to attend since he was confident he wouldn't be convicted anyway.
He was right, but when M.C. realised this guy was armed he suspected he was trying to lure M.C. off to exact revenge. He said so, and the guy laughed off the idea, saying he would never be so petty. The dream starts to fade there, but it turned he was gathering a bunch of likely souls together for some sort of epic adventure, and M.C.'s presumed-dead friend was in on it.
I rambled there, apologies, I was half asleep and just wanted to write something out before I forgot it. :-\
It was mainly interesting because I remembered so much of it, and the setting was rather cool, too. Sort of Viking-inspired, but there was a lot of Dragon's Dogma in there as well. I guess that has something to do with the Viking-themed novel I read recently, and how much I've been playing Dragon's Dogma. :P It was a pretty cool dream all-in-all, wish I could remember the actual battles, and just what kind of monster the Big Bad actually was.
Post by: Yoink on September 10, 2013, 05:22:34 am
I just slept a few hours during the day and had a long stream of odd dreams, one after the other. I don't remember them all that well.
The first one I can remember (almost certainly not the first one I had) was some sort of flashback- I'm not sure if it was a story dream-me read, or a story my mother told me, or what. But it was freaking creepy.
A group of people, for some reason or other, were making a trek into some mysterious land in some forgotten part of Australia, hidden in dense jungle/forest where the flora still looked recognizably Australian... but strange. Somehow fiercer looking.
I can't remember who this group was or just why they were going through this place where few humans had gone before (I think a ship might have washed up, or something? Actually no, I think they had a specific goal to their explorations) but at various points of the dream it included members of my family, as well as Rick and Carl Grimes for at least a moment.
One character who I can actually remember was some crazy old guy my mother had known, a family friend.
He lived as a recluse somewhere near the entrance to this secret place, near a beach, and would obsessively watch the ocean for any ships coming in. He was the group's guide, I believe- maybe entering this place before was why he was so messed up in the head.
The place itself, some sort of unexplored wilderness, I think in a canyon, was populated by two types of strange, mysterious sentient beings. The first were vaguely humanoid but had various oddities about them- I think they had some sort of spines/spikes- and were generally regarded as quite unhinged and scary by the humans.
The other species, which lived in tandem with the first lot, was rather horrifying to look at. They were like oversized spiders in shape, grown to almost human size, but they were definitely mammals. Elephants, actually. For some reason I remember that.
They were still vaguely 'sentient', but not very intelligent at all and their violent nature was seemingly held in check by the other beings as we made our way on this long, harsh journey- quite at their mercy.
I believe the goal of the trip had something to do with the beings these creatures worshipped, both species of them.
I can't remember exactly what they looked like, but they were some kind of gigantic, horrifying gorilla things which lived in the deepest forest and ruled over both races in the valley.
Meh, the dream's fading in my memory now. I can barely remember anything- something about a few people making a trip back down to the shore, finding some mysterious messages that had been sent to them since the group had entered and warning them just how screwed they were. Also the crazy guy was hit by a thrown spear/arrow.
Next dream, then!
After that the next bit of dream I remember was me riding in a car. (Can't remember who was driving, might have been my mother.)
We were going along a big road through some large, quite open area- seemed like a lot of vacant grassy lots.
There were a lot of buildings being constructed there, offices,
I was peering in through the windows as we passed, doing my best to see what the people inside were doing, getting an interesting snapshot of their little lives. I mentioned to Mum how much I liked spying on people, just going about their business- and then suddenly I was inside one of the buildings. Somehow.
So I got an inside view of it all as I wandered around, asking for directions to get out of there.
I don't actually remember a whole lot of what was going down in there, just asking some haggard-looking secretary how to get to the ground floor, being directed to an elevator, being my awkward self because there was someone in there already, and eventually coming out in a sort of open-air basement/parking lot.
I wandered out of there- apparently I was in a city, now- and started heading in the general direction of home.
(All of the architecture, sites etc in this part of the dream seem totally unfamiliar now. In my dream I believe it was a city that I lived in and knew quite well.)
I saw a police officer get out of his car as I was passing a park across from the tall building I'd just left (I think it was the same one), he had what looked like a single bike rack painted bright yellow, went over to an illegally-parked bicycle in the park and used it to impound it, locking it in place. (This all made sense to dream-me.)
As he was leaving I encountered the owner of the bike, a little kid coming back from someplace with his friends. They were all very annoyed and angry to discover another of their bikes had been impounded, and worried about what the one boy would tell his parents.
I walked with them a while since they were going the same way I was, I believe I offered to lend them a Spider man-branded bike belonging to my niece. I glanced over them, judged that they were close enough to the right side, and was going to help them- until I was distracted by a little stall selling secondhand videogames in a little laneway.
There were a bunch of Ps1 games for sale and I was rummaging through with interest, and I found something strange- a Ps2 game apparently made by Tarn. The box was very cryptic and confusing, red-themed and covered with overblown pictures of fantasy warriors in dramatic poses, but from what I could gather- dream-me having never heard of it before- it was about forming a party, running up lots of hills and maybe fighting the occasional monster.
I HAD TO HAVE IT.
Unfortunately it was priced at $120, I had nowhere near enough, and those kids were pestering me to hurry up.
I think I might have woken up right there from the emotional trauma of missing out on it. :P (There could have been more dreaming afterwards, but I've forgotten it all by now. Alas.)
This is what happens when I nap during the day, I guess. :o That first dream was genuinely creepy.
Post by: MadMalkavian on September 10, 2013, 05:32:46 pm
Post by: Squill on September 10, 2013, 07:09:45 pm
What was the best/worst/scariest dreams you've ever had?
Post by: Parsely on September 10, 2013, 07:13:27 pm
So guys, kind of wondering...I dreamed there was a huge black spider (like a metre or so wide and long) with red eyes calmly perched on the wall above my sleeping body. It wasn't moving or anything, so the whole time I was thinking don't wake up. If you wake up it'll kill you. Then I woke up and rolled off the bed and then under it and hid for a few minutes.
What was the best/worst/scariest dreams you've ever had?
Post by: Steelmagic on September 10, 2013, 10:16:39 pm
Similarly i had a dream when i was a kid that there were smaller but still massive spiders chasing me in my house.So guys, kind of wondering...I dreamed there was a huge black spider (like a metre or so wide and long) with red eyes calmly perched on the wall above my sleeping body. It wasn't moving or anything, so the whole time I was thinking don't wake up. If you wake up it'll kill you. Then I woke up and rolled off the bed and then under it and hid for a few minutes.
What was the best/worst/scariest dreams you've ever had?
Edit: My best dream was probably the time i was raised as a zombie by a vampire girl (We hated each other. Definitely. Not lying.) As it turns out life as a vampire's undead servant involves adventuring a lot.
Post by: Parsely on September 10, 2013, 10:29:25 pm
Have you ever seen Eight-Legged Freaks?Similarly i had a dream when i was a kid that there were smaller but still massive spiders chasing me in my house.So guys, kind of wondering...I dreamed there was a huge black spider (like a metre or so wide and long) with red eyes calmly perched on the wall above my sleeping body. It wasn't moving or anything, so the whole time I was thinking don't wake up. If you wake up it'll kill you. Then I woke up and rolled off the bed and then under it and hid for a few minutes.
What was the best/worst/scariest dreams you've ever had?
Post by: Steelmagic on September 10, 2013, 10:31:05 pm
No I've heard of it though.Have you ever seen Eight-Legged Freaks?Similarly i had a dream when i was a kid that there were smaller but still massive spiders chasing me in my house.So guys, kind of wondering...I dreamed there was a huge black spider (like a metre or so wide and long) with red eyes calmly perched on the wall above my sleeping body. It wasn't moving or anything, so the whole time I was thinking don't wake up. If you wake up it'll kill you. Then I woke up and rolled off the bed and then under it and hid for a few minutes.
What was the best/worst/scariest dreams you've ever had?
Post by: Lagslayer on September 11, 2013, 06:14:52 am
No, I have not seen Attack on Titan.
Post by: Akura on September 14, 2013, 11:45:08 am
If only I could remember what we were arguing about in the dream, then I could know what to unconditionally agree with her about later on.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on September 14, 2013, 01:13:13 pm
Anyway, it was raining a ton outside. Basically rivers pouring down. light flooding outside, the works for a natural disaster thing.
Everybody was crowded together and being loud and obnoxious for such a serious life-or-death situation. So, being the social butterfly I am, I walk off alone. I walk into this other room where I find one of the doors open to the outside, and this random guy sitting there looking out the door with a sad, hopeless expression on his face. I take pity and ask what's wrong. He tells me how his mom went out to get supplies or something and hadn't returned for an hour. He couldn't contact her, and he was afraid she had been "taken".
I convince Sad-Dude to close the door, otherwise what could've grabbed his mom could get inside and get everyone else too. Apparently it was not just a hurricane or flood or some normal natural disaster like that, but it involved monsters that were single-mindedly hunting down everybody, and no one was safe; the best were doing by hiding out where we were was buying more time. Dream logic.
I woke up before any monsters attacked or anything, but the impending dread of "something" eventually abducting me was pretty unnerving.
Post by: Nirur Torir on September 14, 2013, 01:43:40 pm
I was semi-lucid long enough for me to test kinesthesis. I decided that yes, I do have the ability to have kinesthesis in my dreams. I'm now up to always yes for hearing and for color vision (I seem to dream in lower resolution than I have in real-life. I don't remember how that works, just that I noticed it. I have no memories of uncolored dreams), and sometimes yes to all other standard senses but smell (untested).
You can tell I am an exciting person if all I can think to do with my lucid dreams is basic testing.
Post by: Yoink on September 14, 2013, 09:38:01 pm
Can't remember the earlier part of the dream, but for some reason myself and a decent-sized group of others (friends? Co-workers? Classmates?) were part of this large military camp in some foreign country.
Not sure quite what we were doing there, we certainly weren't soldiers. I believe at least part of the camp was an official army, but then again I'm not sure. All I remember was that myself and the others I spoke to were pretty, well, clueless. (Could be that we were just people who were caught up in a war, or perhaps we were reporters or similar. Or maybe we were military, but that doesn't make much sense.)
I was called on to instruct people on the use of guns at a makeshift firing range, since at some stage of the proceedings I'd managed to acquire a dinky little handgun and, despite the group's general incompetence, had made sure not to lose it along the way. (Around here I asked some heavily-built, teacherly woman if we had any rifles left- apparently we'd found some M16s at some point- but sadly we did not. As far as we knew, we didn't have much need for them, anyway.)
I was quite amused by this, since I barely knew how to use the thing myself. I walked up to this rag-tag bunch waiting for me, laughing, and started to describe the gun. I told them it was called a "[SOMETHING] glock", gave a brief explanation, then pointed out the trigger, the grip, "that thingy" and the fire mode switch.
Interestingly enough, whilst my conscious mind didn't know what a glock actually looked like, a quick google search tells me my subconscious was bang on the money. :o Unfortunately I can't remember the other word of its name, which was stamped on the side.
After I'd described the fire modes briefly and joked around for a bit, I stepped up to the range to fire some rounds.
I don't think I got off any shots, though, before it happened- this sudden, huge noise and we all looked up to the sky to see a(at least one) plane coming towards us. They seemed to be dropping bombs on the area where the enemy apparently was in, so we were rejoicing for a moment- but then it became apparent that they weren't stopping.
There was a panic as this rain of cylindrical, torpedo-like bombs fell straight towards us, landing all over the camp with big orange explosions.
A guy I was with- some sort of authority figure in the group? or maybe just another friend?- was frozen in place, watching a few bombs about to land right on our location. I tried to shake him to run, but it was too late anyway so I just looked up to stare as well.
Somehow, the bombs didn't land on us (they bounced or something equally stupid), so then we ran, up through the chaos of the camp as whoever was bombing us came back for more- clearly this wasn't some friendly fire thing, as we now realised. There was a lower bunch of tents to one edge of the camp that got pretty much annihilated, I saw one bomb falling towards me and just barely managed to leap out of the way as we moved onto the main avenue of the camp.
We met up with a few of the others towards the middle of the camp, all equally panicked as the next bomb could easily obliterate us. We had a brief, rushed conversation on what to do- there was nowhere to run to, really, we needed to get shelter- and then I said, "The containers!" We turned to this stack of (small?) shipping containers to one side of the path, and the leader-ish guy saw an open one and led us to it, jumping up and hunkering down at the back of it.
There were a few windows in it, and as I made a nervous joke along the lines of "I sure hope these things are as bomb-proof as they are in videogames", we looked out and tried to make sense of what was going on. Now there was a stream of balaclava-clad, heavily armed people moving through a part of our camp not currently being bombed and gunning people down with terrifying efficiency.
My first assumption was that they were 'Russians', aiding whoever our enemies were for some reason.
But anyway, we all lay down out of sight beneath the windows, me still clutching my glock, and hoped they were just doing some sort of quick strike. As opposed to systematically searching the entire camp.
Then I woke up. I tell you, that dream was actually quite scary in parts. I don't generally get affected that way by my dreams anymore, but just looking up, seeing inexplicable bombs falling down onto our little camp... that was quite frightening. And hiding at the end from some unknown, ruthless enemy, hoping they weren't going to find us... eep!
Entertaining stuff, though. :D Wish I could remember more. Also it is rather interesting how my subconscious knew what a 'glock' looked like.
Post by: Cheesecake on September 14, 2013, 11:23:13 pm
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Post by: Yoink on September 17, 2013, 01:51:56 am
One centred around three young girls who had special/magical abilities and were charged with protecting the world/area by some sort of greater power. I can't remember exactly what they were protecting things from in general, but there was some rival trio of young girls, apparently in charge of a different area, and the two groups came into conflict.
I think they both answered to the same authority, and couldn't just fight openly, but the second group were far more sneaky and manipulative. Also sentient cats were involved at some point? I think maybe one of them was a cat, who knows.
I wish I could remember more of it, with the second group trying to trick either their boss or some other hero into casting a fireball on a cat, but my memory's way too fuzzy.
The next scene I remember, possibly much later in the same dream, I was in a city.
There was some huge drama going on, big upheavals and what-not, and the entire populace was waiting on some important decision by the powers-that-be, hoping for a positive answer. The answer was broadcast somehow at last, with the powers deciding against whatever proposal it was, and the streets filled with unhappy people crying out their displeasure.
Literally crying, in fact- things got a bit surreal, with tears just flooding the streets, pouring from tall, monolithic buildings either side of the small lanes I was in, everything blurred by tears as though in a thunderstorm. The streets were packed, as in, people jostling each other to move packed. I was shoving my way through all these countless people, many of them crying, and I bumped into my penny-pinching brother, who lived somewhere in this city and was apparently on his way back from one of his regular discount-hunting expeditions. He was carrying a pack of canned drinks and some other items, and I jokingly asked him if he'd bought any bottled tears. He said no, and I suggested perhaps now would be a good time to buy up.
Then we went our separate ways and I can't remember any more of that. Weird.
The moment with tears pouring down everywhere like rain was quite surreal. :o
The last dream-snippet I can remember, perhaps the most coherent(I can't remember, it may have been attached to the earlier dreams), involved myself, my mother and some girl- possibly a distant real life relative of mine, or possibly one of the "magical girls" from the first dream- looking at a house that my mother planned to buy/rent.
I think she might have already bought or rented it, but whatever the case she was very set on moving in there.
I was looking around through the rooms, quite impressed with it. It was an amazing house, very nice-looking if somewhat spooky... it had a Gothic kind of vibe to it, the sort of house you'd expect to be haunted.
I was just about finished looking about, overall quite pleased with it, but something was bothering me, nagging at me. Eventually I realised that it was a smell, just the faintest hint of some unpleasant smell. So I followed my nose, searching, catching the occasional whiff of it as I went through the house, and became convinced that it was the smell of decay.
Getting quite creeped out, wondering just what the previous occupants had done here, I kept searching, and eventually found myself in a bedroom at the front of the house. It was fairly well-lit through a frontal window, I believe there was some sort of built-in wardrobe/cupboard on one side of the room(not unlike my old room IRL, now that I think of it), but the thing I was interested in was a discreet trapdoor that I just barely noticed amidst the floorboards.
Feeling apprehensive, I reached down and opened it, revealing the end of some sort of object concealed within an open grain sack. It seemed to be the source of the rotten smell. I didn't have time to investigate further, as there was a furious scrabbling from within the bag. I shuffled back quickly, but not quickly enough- suddenly dozens, hordes of mice started leaping up out of the bag and charging towards me, past me, brushing against me as they ran out into the house.
I didn't dare to move lest I stood on one, and I do believe I screamed in fright. It wasn't so much the mice I was afraid of, but whatever they'd been eating in that bag...
As the bulk of them passed me (they were heading towards where my companions were in the house, no doubt they panicked) I quickly hustled outside and turned to look back in. And then either I woke up or my recollection of the dream ends.
Thinking about it, that dream is quite relevant to my current situation- my mother is searching for a house to move to, and recently discovered a few rental properties said to be haunted. (Which sounds totally awesome to me, just saying.)
Weird.
Post by: mastahcheese on September 17, 2013, 08:01:39 pm
What the frell, brain? You trying to tell me something?
Post by: gman8181 on September 17, 2013, 08:15:32 pm
I dreamed I was playing pool with Will Smith while taking shots of rum and getting really messed up. Afterwards we drove over to a Chinese food place but I don't remember what we ordered.
I've actually had that exact same dream before except last time I hit someone with the car while driving out of the Chinese place, so overall this time it was better.
Also I'm terrible at pool in real life but in the dream I was doing really well.
Post by: mastahcheese on September 17, 2013, 08:21:32 pm
It's like you saw into the future... weird. :PI've had dreams like that quite a bit when I was younger, where what I saw is what happened later on, I once saw through an entire day in middle school, and won a bet with my friend because of it.
Post by: Lagslayer on September 17, 2013, 10:52:51 pm
It's like you saw into the future... weird. :PYou only thought you were doing well because you were drunk.
I dreamed I was playing pool with Will Smith while taking shots of rum and getting really messed up. Afterwards we drove over to a Chinese food place but I don't remember what we ordered.
I've actually had that exact same dream before except last time I hit someone with the car while driving out of the Chinese place, so overall this time it was better.
Also I'm terrible at pool in real life but in the dream I was doing really well.
Post by: Yoink on September 17, 2013, 11:01:08 pm
Someone at a club/bar/whatever asked me to make their shot for them. I declared that I wasn't drunk enough, and grabbed the drunkest guy in the place and gave him the pool cue. He could barely stand up, but he sunk two balls in a row to raucous cheering. :o
Post by: Guardian G.I. on September 18, 2013, 02:26:47 am
Post by: SealyStar on September 24, 2013, 02:09:42 pm
Not as weird as some dreams, but worth noting that this is the first dream I've been capable of remembering once I woke up for a long time.
Post by: Steelmagic on September 24, 2013, 02:18:59 pm
Most of the dream was spent on bay 12 but then at night my dog needed to go outside and then when i took her outside she started barking at another dog which caused me to start panicking because i knew she was going to attract the spambots. I then woke up while trying to pull my dog back inside.
Post by: Graknorke on September 24, 2013, 04:13:48 pm
I had a dream about the spambotpocalypse. I still lived in my current house but apparently Bay 12 was one of the last surviving places and the spambots had somehow gotten into the real world. They had mostly been contained but going outside at night was not safe and could end up getting you killed.What dream? Don't you remember the Apocalypse Resolution Thread? We fixed it.
Most of the dream was spent on bay 12 but then at night my dog needed to go outside and then when i took her outside she started barking at another dog which caused me to start panicking because i knew she was going to attract the spambots. I then woke up while trying to pull my dog back inside.
Post by: Redzephyr01 on September 24, 2013, 05:01:27 pm
Post by: Mr Space Cat on September 26, 2013, 06:59:55 am
Anyway, at the top of this tower there's an open window, and on the window sill there's these four lizards, slightly smaller than the size of your hand, all just chillin' like villains. We see them and start walking over to look at them, because lizards are cool.
they see us coming and fly out the window with their magical skin-flap wings (http://www.factzoo.com/sites/all/img/reptiles/lizards/flying-lizard-draco-maculatus.jpg) which we couldn't see before. three of the lizards fly out just fine, but the last one flies smack into the wall instead of out the window. I pick the lizard up with my left hand, fearing the worse. Still holding him, I stick my hand out the window with the hope the lizard will fly out just fine and without further assistance.
The lizard snaps out his stunlock or whatever, realizes a human is holding him, and this prick then bites my hand. Not a little tickling bite. A freakin' "crocodile clamps onto your midriff, locks its jaw, and begins its trademark roll of death" style bite. It hurts quite a bit. My hand freezes up and I lose all feeling in my left hand aside from extreme pain because there's a bloody lizard nomming it.
So I start crazily shaking my hand in an effort to dislodge the biter and send him hurtling out the window. Everyone is yelling at this point. Lizard McBitey the Australian Flying Minicroc just bites my hand with his teeny little steel jaws of death even harder.
I woke up with no feeling in my left hand except for pain and an afterimage of the winged-lizard which ended up looking more and more like a rabid bat-lizard-dragon thing as the dream went on. I was lying on my back with my left hand resting on my chest, no way I could've slept on it funny and cause a loss of circulation. Was an interesting experience.
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 28, 2013, 01:03:52 pm
Anyhow, I just had another one of those "Same life, different world/time/universe" kind of dreams last night, but somewhere down the line, the strange part, that is (my standards are a tad... odd), apparently one character (as far as I can describe, let's just say she was an 11, and not just on the outside, but she also had a very awesome personality to go with it too. Really friendly; like someone I would want to introduce to, and have hang out and BS with my family.) during all the universe shifts wasn't changing with them, similar to how I tend to keep a constant form between 'verses as well, and gave me a message that made me feel very good. It was basically somewhere along the lines of "I'm near (or "I'm here"), come look for me." said in a way that was breaking the fourth wall, as if she was talking directly to me; or more like flirting with me. How it was implied was like she was saying that she was in town, and wanted me to find or approach her if I come across her.
Funny enough, how she looked and behaved sounded very similar to a person one of my siblings also saw me being with in a dream as well (they tend to get some pretty trippy dreams that sometimes are like premonitions and such). Kinda gives me hope that this dream holds water, and such a person really does exist, and that message was legit. Problem is, where do I look first? Then again, getting a message from a dream like that, and considering the limitations of Real Life, it would be silly to actually go looking.
EDIT:
Only other thing that could actually back this whole thing up is that she's been a recurring character in some of my more recent dreams (different outfits, same personality and looks. Really hard to miss, even in dense crowds.). Who knows? If it's all real, and everything was legit, and we hit it off, this would be a hell of a "How we first met" kind of story to tell the kids in the future. But in the meantime, I'm taking caution, and not risking being put into an asylum or jail, just because some hot/cute chick told me to look for her (in Real Life) through my dreams. I know Reality enough to know it's not THAT kind. So, as usual, my BS detector is set to full, and I'll just go through life as normal. If it happens, it happens, if not, then not. Of course, if it does happen, I gotta ensure it's real before going through with anything. Like I said, last thing I want to be regarded as is insane, in a bad, mentally/spiritually compromised, way.
Post by: lue on October 01, 2013, 03:40:07 pm
In my dream I was busy using my computer, and I believe I was downloading some program. Once it was done, I opened it up and all I got was a strange, Windows 7-y looking dialog box with a simple message and quite a few buttons along the bottom of box, none of which would seem to close it.
Thinking this was obviously a virus of some kind, and feeling very worried about the fact, I went over to htop to try to kill the program before it had a chance to do anything (because nothing would happen until I pressed one of those dialog buttons, clearly). But when I opened htop, it simply displayed a message where all the processes should be, telling me that I couldn't kill the stupid program. The virus had already begun its infestation.
I was panicked and turning off the computer manually when I woke up in the middle of the night.
See, I use Linux, so the idea of actually getting some sort of virus Windows style is horrifying. Funny enough, I woke up this morning realizing that the sore throat I had developed last night was actually because I now have a cold. Maybe my dream was telling me I'm sick, and it's not just a scratchy throat that was going to be gone by morning :) .
Post by: hops on October 07, 2013, 12:07:21 am
We're not supposed to talk about it.I had a dream about the spambotpocalypse. I still lived in my current house but apparently Bay 12 was one of the last surviving places and the spambots had somehow gotten into the real world. They had mostly been contained but going outside at night was not safe and could end up getting you killed.What dream? Don't you remember the Apocalypse Resolution Thread? We fixed it.
Most of the dream was spent on bay 12 but then at night my dog needed to go outside and then when i took her outside she started barking at another dog which caused me to start panicking because i knew she was going to attract the spambots. I then woke up while trying to pull my dog back inside.
Post by: Xantalos on October 07, 2013, 12:10:06 am
I know that this is my thread and all, but could someone tell me what this is? I haven't read it in ... a year or so.We're not supposed to talk about it.I had a dream about the spambotpocalypse. I still lived in my current house but apparently Bay 12 was one of the last surviving places and the spambots had somehow gotten into the real world. They had mostly been contained but going outside at night was not safe and could end up getting you killed.What dream? Don't you remember the Apocalypse Resolution Thread? We fixed it.
Most of the dream was spent on bay 12 but then at night my dog needed to go outside and then when i took her outside she started barking at another dog which caused me to start panicking because i knew she was going to attract the spambots. I then woke up while trying to pull my dog back inside.
Post by: Steelmagic on October 07, 2013, 01:00:18 am
I was infiltrating some type of enemy base, and by infiltrating i mean there were alarms going off everywhere i was gunless and there were many soldiers (don't know who's soldiers) attempting to kill me. While running through the hallways attempting to escape i ended up running into some blond German girl wearing an eyepatch and a WW2 Fallschirmjäger (German Paratroops) uniform. She yelled at me and tried to grab me, which i dodged because I'm awesome. Then she started yelling things to the effect of "fucking stop him idiots!" while shooting at me with an FG-42. I ducked into a room, locked the door and grabbed a pistol that was sitting on a dresser. Now here's where my brain started screwing me over, i grabbed an ammo pouch with two magazines and attached it to my belt but then when i went to get the magazines they had disappeared. There were 2 doors in the room and since one door had a German girl who, attractive or otherwise, wanted to kill me pounding on it i went through the other door and ended up in a room that seemed mostly empty. Then a fucking tiger came out of nowhere. It wasn't attempting to kill me but it was backing me in a corner so i began using my 1, 2, 3, trick to try and wake up.
I have no idea if i did, i remember sitting up in my bed but i don't remember ever actually waking up, either way it's not over yet.
So after my attempted awakening i had a scene change. I still had my pistol, and still didn't have a single damn bullet but now i was in a swamp. I decided that the only way i could go was through the swamp so i started wading my way through until it eventually got too deep and i had to start swimming. At this point a fucking shark came out of nowhere. I began attempting 1, 2 ,3, again and tried to punch the shark in the nose but i couldn't actually see anything and my hand ended up going right in it's mouth. It chomped down and the pain finally woke me up with a very uncomfortable right hand.
Because of this dream i only got 3 hours of sleep last night because i couldn't get back to sleep for varying reasons. But really now what the hell brain? Why couldn't we have focused on the attractive German girl instead?
Post by: Mr Space Cat on October 07, 2013, 08:04:41 am
It involved a tesseract. One of the most confusing parts of the dream was not the simple act of trying to figure out what the heck was going on in my dream, but trying to figure out how a 4-dimensional object is supposed to look in a 3d dream, and why the heck it was there in the first place.
In retrospect I'm a bit disappointed at the appalling lack of Tesseract songs playing in the background of my dream. I'd think anything involving a tesseract would make me think of Tesseract: The Band. Apparently my subconscious disagrees.
Post by: Itnetlolor on October 07, 2013, 12:35:03 pm
Think of it like rolling a D6, but it had well over 600 faces to it, but still rolled like one; and not every side looked the same every tumble. Not to mention, the numbers were inside the cube, not outside, despite feeling 6 sides to it. It's hard to tell what's inside and what's outside the die, since there's an outside to the outside, that is also perceived as inside (or was it vice-versa?).
Spoiler: Sample (click to show/hide)
At least, the hyper-D6 I rolled had no *outer* overlappings when it rolled, rather the numbers flickered into different iterations every bounce. Including when it stopped rolling, numbers had to settle into place, since the rest of the sides had to settle into place on their planes of existence as well. Oh yeah, and after it stopped rolling, you can still hear it rolling until it has completely and truly settled down. Have fun fixing these dice.
EDIT:
Looking back, although it wasn't too good of a movie, Cube 2: Hypercube comes to mind as an odd, yet interesting, movie to watch.
Post by: kero42 on October 08, 2013, 03:46:54 pm
I wake up, lying curled on my side in the corner of the foot end of my bed. I have a bath running in the bath room. I get up, carrying my laptop and walk in to check on the bath to find it is filling to the brim with water. Hastily turning in it off, I decide I need to check the temperature. I do so by dipping my laptop lightly into the water, not submerged, just the bottom.
It suddenly occurs this might be a bad idea, for me and the laptop, and was apparently so confused at there being no shock that I decided to submerge it. Still nothing.
Shrugging, I take my laptop back through to my room and place it on the bed. Realizing (again) that wet laptop = BAD, I try to dry it off and call down stairs to my mum to request she check on it every so often while I'm in the bath, to make sure it doesn't accidentally set off an electrical fire and kill us all.
Before I get a response, I shift my attention to the forums. I refresh the threads http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=131821.msg4668597#msg4668597 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=131821.msg4668597#msg4668597) (no new posts.) and http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=131828.msg4669498#msg4669498 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=131828.msg4669498#msg4669498), where I had gotten a response.
Before I got to read much of it, I woke up, and was promptly told I had missed the show I had wanted to watch (Doctor Who: "Lets kill Hitler", the only one I wanted to watch that wasn't in the doctor who marathon of episodes about river song I had watched months ago), but it had been set to record the following mornings replay. I was also told a bath had been run for me. Realising that the forum post I read was fake, I checked it again, found a response that was much less ambiguous as what little I had read in the dream. And that's that.
If I learned anything at all, it's that I'm suicidally stupid in my dreams.
Post by: Oglaf on October 08, 2013, 10:23:23 pm
The dream begins with me getting up in the morning. The first thing I notice as I turn my head to the left is that it's very dark inside and outside. The second thing that comes to my mind is that my window is now on the wrong side of the room (being on the left instead of the right).
However, I can see rather silver-ish shimmers of light in the mirror and other reflective objects I have in my house. I don't remember how, but somehow I realize that I'm both completely colorblind and that my eyes are very insensitive to light. Within the dream, I come to the conclusion that it is therefore day, so I walk out of bed and into the kitchen of my house and speak with my dead grandfather, who I've never met in person and only ever seen shoulders up in pictures. I stay standing up talk to him for what seems like a very long while.
During the talk we 'discuss' a variety of subjects (of which my peculiar blindness seems to be). I don't know if he ever answered my questions or not, but eventually I decide to leave the house use my laptop. My laptop is outside and resting on the large intricate wooden dining table that I had thrown away years ago. This, however, does not surprise me (as seems fair course for dreams) and I sit down to use it.
The next thing I remember is being separated from my own body and watching myself use my laptop from almost a third person PoV. I, the disembodied person, remember remarking to my separated body several times to "turn the brightness up, I can't see anything," but my old body ignores this remark and continues to use the computer of its own accord. After several similar remarks, my old body hands me a map of what appears to be a small continent in the rough shape of South America (except shorter and more roundish). My new self holds and stares at this picture for several moments before its vision is restored. I remember nothing of the dream after this point, except myself profusely thanking my old body, which responds similar to how my grandfather did.
Post by: hops on October 09, 2013, 03:53:08 am
Dude, are you asleep when Toady accidentally opened a portal to the internet dimension?I know that this is my thread and all, but could someone tell me what this is? I haven't read it in ... a year or so.We're not supposed to talk about it.I had a dream about the spambotpocalypse. I still lived in my current house but apparently Bay 12 was one of the last surviving places and the spambots had somehow gotten into the real world. They had mostly been contained but going outside at night was not safe and could end up getting you killed.What dream? Don't you remember the Apocalypse Resolution Thread? We fixed it.
Most of the dream was spent on bay 12 but then at night my dog needed to go outside and then when i took her outside she started barking at another dog which caused me to start panicking because i knew she was going to attract the spambots. I then woke up while trying to pull my dog back inside.
Post by: Squill on October 09, 2013, 03:41:47 pm
The next thing I remember is being separated from my own body and watching myself use my laptop from almost a third person PoV. I, the disembodied person, remember remarking to my separated body several times to "turn the brightness up, I can't see anything," but my old body ignores this remark and continues to use the computer of its own accord.Is that unusual for you? Because a huge majority of my dreams take place in a third person PoV.
Post by: miauw62 on October 10, 2013, 12:31:00 pm
I was in a roguelike, except the catch was that each floor was a Belgian village and it did not have signs.
It was pretty fun going to the last level and winning, then hoping I'd have enough food for the trip back to my hometown.
Walking around in dream-Belgium was pretty fun, too.
Post by: ChairmanPoo on October 10, 2013, 01:28:27 pm
Post by: Akura on October 11, 2013, 11:44:55 am
Interperetaion: Is she going to suddenly dump a bunch of shit on my life?
Sounds like remote viewing. Or out-of-body experience. Or that something bodyjacked you and was trying to pirate stuff in your body on your computer.The next thing I remember is being separated from my own body and watching myself use my laptop from almost a third person PoV. I, the disembodied person, remember remarking to my separated body several times to "turn the brightness up, I can't see anything," but my old body ignores this remark and continues to use the computer of its own accord.Is that unusual for you? Because a huge majority of my dreams take place in a third person PoV.
Post by: Oglaf on October 11, 2013, 03:30:30 pm
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each floor was a Belgian village and it did not have signs.
It was pretty fun going to the last level and winning, then hoping I'd have enough food for the trip back to my hometown.
[...]
How exactly did you win in a Belgian village?
I had a dream where I found that my older sister had thrown a bunch of garbage into my laundry bag. I don't know why.I do sleep within 2 feet of my laptop every night. It's possible that aliens have hijacked my computer and are using it to obtain information during my sleep.
Interperetaion: Is she going to suddenly dump a bunch of shit on my life?Sounds like remote viewing. Or out-of-body experience. Or that something bodyjacked you and was trying to pirate stuff in your body on your computer.The next thing I remember is being separated from my own body and watching myself use my laptop from almost a third person PoV. I, the disembodied person, remember remarking to my separated body several times to "turn the brightness up, I can't see anything," but my old body ignores this remark and continues to use the computer of its own accord.Is that unusual for you? Because a huge majority of my dreams take place in a third person PoV.
Post by: Ultimuh on October 16, 2013, 07:04:53 am
As it turns out, I slept on my arm.
Post by: Reudh on October 16, 2013, 10:36:19 pm
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Dream where me and a bunch of people i didn't recognise but knew they were 'friends' were getting married for some reason
I was paired with this cute little brown haired girl who looked like an amalgam of several girls i know in real life, and dream me had known her for some time apparently.
We finished the weird, cursory marriage, I picked up my stuff, and we made out for a while before her mum picked us up in their 4WD.
She didn't want to lose her virginity while waiting outside (I was all "Well that'd be weird anyway") so we went to her house
it looked like a big house on Old Coach Road, I was awestruck
Then we went to see some horses and a kid playing with them, then we went back to her house
She said 'do you want to move in with me', and the only reason i considered it (despite the fact dream me was married and in love) was because it was close to the train station for uni.
Poor quality writing because I wrote this down literally ten seconds after I woke up.
Post by: mastahcheese on October 17, 2013, 12:33:43 am
It was awesome.
Post by: Scood on October 17, 2013, 09:19:10 am
Post by: Iceblaster on October 17, 2013, 09:27:53 am
I remember me working on one of the short stories I've been using to procrastinate updating something on Fimfiction and then...
I went to bed.
Yeah my dreams are boring. Dunno why. Maybe I'm just a boring person :P
Post by: Powder Miner on October 17, 2013, 04:46:26 pm
The first part had some social stuff between my (dream, I do not have a roommate IRL) roommate and I (that I forget), before as I'm walking in the night monsters attack me! Then my roommate slays them, turns out to be Jesus, and just floats in a ray of light into heaven. Then it turns out this was the final in a series of movies we've been shooting.
The second through fifth parts are all related.
In the second part, I am a child alien hiding in a hotel room, with some sort of guard dog-beast. I'm aware that I'm alone and that the humans want to kill me, so I hide, but I see multiple possible endings in which I am found out and the guardbeast goes ballistic on them.
In the third part, there is a press conference between world leaders, corporate officials, press, and lead scientists (I am one of these scientists) where some aliens are speaking. They start to go on about how they have far superior technology and they are taking this planet over and it's their new vacation home. We're obviously unamused, and act this way, so the aliens get pissed and declare that they're going to break the Earth apart and suck out the oceans, then they leave. Everyone's blood is obviously running cold, so I stand up and start an inspirational speech about how we should just nuke the aliens.
The fourth part is just flashes for me, but I remember the countries doing just that and engaging in a war with the aliens, eventually nuking them into utter oblivion, with the help of ALL the nuclear powers. Including France, who helped quite a bit! And North Korea, but I could sense that all the other countries were just all laughing at it.
The fifth part I'm finally me, and it's after the war. Destruction HAS been dealt by the aliens, though the world has been saved. Me and my grandmother are traveling across some area with burnt alien wreckage, and she states that she wants to go to San Fran. But I must inform her that San Fran is gone :c
Post by: Haspen on October 19, 2013, 03:35:29 am
First I was at some desert with some people digging up some kind of wooden ark. The ark was supposedly holding seven jewels that would make us powerful, invicible and immortal, but something went wrong and we broke up as a group.
But then I found a chest and lo, there's Crown Jewel (it had a label) and I took it for myself.
After that I had to teleport back home because Guardian of Light tried to steal my Crown Jewel for his master. That prompted me to steal a car and ride to some guarded arabic country in the middle of the Poland (isn't that obvious?) After meetign this pink-haired girl whom I defended from potential rape by two random youths, we went inside the theatre where, dun dun dun, there was Guardian of Light with his invisible glass walls and his master (very short kid) and his two lady henchmen.
There we almost lost the Crown Jewel and Desert Pearl who was in possession of the pink-haired girl, sewn into her panties for some reason (?). She exchanged some insults with Hilda, who was one of those with whom I was digging up the ark earlier in the dream. THe little guy in charge of the 'evil team' now had three magical jewels because Hilda brought him one.
I've decided I had enough of this set-up so I ran behind the scene's curtains, punched the Guardian of Light so hard that he dissappeared and this way the glass walls exploded so I and the desert girl could run away to safety. We used my car for that, and we managed to run away back to my home.
At home, after a card duel with Guardian of the Light - who is quite a nice guy, just works for wrong team - I've decided to find the sixth and seven jewels (because for some reason, I knew there are 7 jewels), and to manage that GoL transported us into some Atlantean-looking ruins in some watery caves. One of Kid Shorty's girls, Mela, was already there, and my pink-haired companion from mini-desert city battled her, whilst I tried to claw away at a chest that contained the sixth mysterious jewel.
Unfortunately I woke up then.
PS: I vaguely remember some sort of office, army people and sneaking through factory, that might've happened before the ark I guess v:
Post by: Mr Space Cat on October 23, 2013, 07:19:10 pm
I was in school, I guess, but it was different in dream ways, because dreams are completely inaccurate on stuff. So, there was a desk there that people were saying was evil or something; said it froze people to the chair, burned them, and shapeshifted into different creepy styles of seats at different intervals. The desk was in the room our class was in, on the second floor. Brilliant place to store it.
so, being the badass rebel I am, I sit in the desk. There's no burning or being unable to get out or anything. Instead I get a nightmare vision of a parallel dimension. Everything's monochrome gray, everyone's a screaming alien that looks like the screaming dude in the painting The Scream (http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRovWrB1pmgiF7bhUEHnhFKHCcJqic88UDkSR9SfbXv-cVsebOq) that are also gray but with lots of spines and fins, your average alien vision consists of a super shaky camera with wavering spiderweb lines that serve little purpose apart from terribly obscuring your vision, the usual alien world stuff. Also, everyone is dying in horrible, loud, messy ways. During the vision I realize I am definitely seeing into another, parallel dimension where there's an eldritch horror that hunts all the screaming-alien people that live there. By sitting in the chair, I had somehow released the invisible hunting horror into the classroom. And it wanted to gobble my insides.
I
So yeah, I accidentally released an unstoppable, unseeable, bloodthirsty monster into our world and started its rampage smack in a cramped room full of high school students after deliberately sitting in an SCP chair. Rather than run away to distract the monster as it comes after me, I'd rather kill myself quickly and leave everyone else to meet their horrible fate. Quite the hero I am, brain. GG.
Post by: kaenneth on October 23, 2013, 08:28:36 pm
I have no real plans to do so, but it's getting disturbing.
Post by: Itnetlolor on October 23, 2013, 11:33:55 pm
In a strange way, it was like living out Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind mixed with a bit of Inception, except my memories weren't being removed, rather than recovered in some lost sectors, and modified in others with notes as to where the dream interacted with as to not make them actual permanent memories. As far as I can consider, this girl is smart and courteous about my personal space, as in my mind/soul (And for that, you rock.).
I think at a halfway mark, I was back at kindergarten, and she added herself into the memories as part of some of the recess games and even chatted with me (back in the lunch room and such, but with far better food than what was actually served, or what I had in a lunch bag at the time), sometimes about said memories, and others just about general bullshit (kinda funny when you go back to a 5-year old me speaking like an adult with the voice to match the age of the era); sometimes, even my siblings at that age had their child-like commentary to include, based on their adult selves' present-day knowledge, as far as I observed (pretty funny, because at times, we still do that; I don't think any of us actually grew up at all, besides our physical bodies). Come and think of it, it felt like her interactions with different parts of my memories, the ones we went through, that is, was repairing what has affected me in my present day (all over my life; like where I wasn't as successful with others, she filled in. She was like my wingman, partner in crime, side-kick when I needed one (but never had)). It was comforting to see throughout the dream that she clearly liked me a whole lot.
I think she even made a 'memory' block of a date to fill in another void, or to get me to know her better (or have my turn at least). I'll try to remember it next time I dream, and see if it's a portal to her memories. This yields me to do some ‼science‼ with my dreams; or at least, of a different category, other than mindless destruction, barnstorming my town with flying battleships, and messing around in my old school with all kinds of zany crap like driving my old car through the halls, making a race track out of it.
All this considered, I really do wish psychics are real, and this was more than a dream, and was more like an extremely elaborate way to flirt with someone. And as a note to her, give me some freaking coordinates or something easier than these cryptic freaking clues to find with. And that also reminded me of something else...
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Yoink on October 24, 2013, 01:27:51 am
Mainly the way the dream incorporated so many memories. Were all of those memories that you had already remembered clearly when awake, or did it really delve through your subconscious for memories your conscious mind had forgotten?
It's always nice reading people's dreams in this thread. I've enjoyed quite a few of them over the last few pages.
I myself have been dreaming a lot lately, but sadly most of them are forgotten by the time I wake up. I had an interesting dream last night that I remembered part of when I awoke, but I was pretty tired and ended up just lying there 'til I'd forgotten it completely.
All I remember was that at least part of it involved a bunch of cockney gangsters. It was probably quite exciting.
Post by: Itnetlolor on October 24, 2013, 01:48:34 am
Damn, Itnetlolor, that is some fascinating stuff. :)A bit of both. The primary memories being the activities (although I still remember the social hierarchy at the time (I was clearly not at the top; and yes, she consoled some of those issues as well)), but it did delve through my subconscious reminding me of things I forgot since eons ago. I think the farthest I have recalled through a temporal-relapse via dream was as far back as being 2 years old. In fact, I've been using some of these memories to find some classic gaming material (Commodore 64, FTW); but interestingly enough, my mom found old tapes some time ago, and I was able to recall what I was thinking at the time of the recording, and my mind even reconstructed the scene; all 5 senses even remembering how the scene felt.
Mainly the way the dream incorporated so many memories. Were all of those memories that you had already remembered clearly when awake, or did it really delve through your subconscious for memories your conscious mind had forgotten?
How trippy is that? By watching a video that old, my mind filled in the blanks, including and especially the unseen portions of the video, including the camera being pointed at me at the time (I recall it being rather large and bulky; then again, it was a VHS tape everything was being recorded on). I've been reliving portions of my life again through dreams lately; I'm curious what that's supposed to mean? I hope if I run into that girl again, she'll provide me some answers about that.
Overall, I'm proud to say that I have a knack for remembering details of my dreams, in full color. Not to mention, some of my art ideas and such had to come from somewhere. The real mindbreaker is trying to draw up the schematics for some of them since some of them can be non-euclidean in nature (Don't ask how you can access every room in a building with only downward slides, even with rooms just above said slide; including arriving where you just departed from), or are built in multiple dimensions, or in a way that would make physicists cry, and in some cases, make God himself facepalm.
Having navigated non-euclidean mazes long enough, no wonder I took Anti-Chamber (http://store.steampowered.com/app/219890/) and others like it (e.g.- The Stanley Parable (http://store.steampowered.com/app/221910/?snr=1_7_7_151_150_1)) like a duck to water. Maybe I should contribute to the schizo- thread.
Post by: hops on October 25, 2013, 05:53:55 am
Post by: Ultimuh on October 25, 2013, 06:13:41 am
Post by: Digital Hellhound on October 26, 2013, 02:05:39 pm
The main point is... dreams are amazing and beautiful and I love my brain.
Post by: Frumple on October 28, 2013, 06:52:16 am
If you have a moon parochial apple, my parochial apple tastes better
-- What the blazes is this, why in the hell is it in my head, and why in Zeus's name was it being said to be the primary chorus for lyrics to a pipe organ rendition of the doom soundtrack? It wasn't even an actual track! There's not an "he3" level! That's not even the proper format for doom levels! Gwaarrrggggh
It sounded freaking terrible, too. All of it, from the singing (it was high school class-forced-to-sing level, and fairly strident) to the music (painful pipe organ, not good, and not actually recognizable as a doom remix). Why you do this, dream brain? Why?
I don't even remember what the hell parochial means, though google has rectified that
Post by: Ultimuh on October 28, 2013, 07:01:54 am
Don't give moons to apples; all they do is fight
If you have a moon parochial apple, my parochial apple tastes better
-- What the blazes is this, why in the hell is it in my head, and why in Zeus's name was it being said to be the primary chorus for lyrics to a pipe organ rendition of the doom soundtrack? It wasn't even an actual track! There's not an "he3" level! That's not even the proper format for doom levels! Gwaarrrggggh
It sounded freaking terrible, too. All of it, from the singing (it was high school class-forced-to-sing level, and fairly strident) to the music (painful pipe organ, not good, and not actually recognizable as a doom remix). Why you do this, dream brain? Why?
I don't even remember what the hell parochial means, though google has rectified that
You could try to decode it's meaning?
Switch around a few letters, see what number the letters are, do some math, then turn them into letters again.
Become an overly obsessed conspiracy theorist. :p
Post by: Mr Space Cat on November 03, 2013, 11:20:28 pm
I don't really remember any specific bands, except that there was one that was basically a copy of Paramore. Dunno why, I wouldn't consider them a favorite of mine or anything.
I was having a helluva good time in the audience. An event that spends entire days just playing quality live music for everyone to just sit back and listen to? All of my yes. Probably one of the happiest dreams I've had in a while. Most of my dreams are just absurd nonsense that leave me feeling full of wat.
Post by: Pnx on November 04, 2013, 10:21:34 am
Post by: Graknorke on November 05, 2013, 01:53:45 pm
A goat disguised as a human tried to seduce me in my dream.SexualLobster material right there.
I woke up with a hearty WTF.
Post by: hops on November 06, 2013, 05:23:46 am
It's that guy who make flashes about Fernando, right?A goat disguised as a human tried to seduce me in my dream.SexualLobster material right there.
I woke up with a hearty WTF.
I still have weird dreams about that guy.
Post by: Sirus on November 06, 2013, 10:07:57 am
I waited. And waited. And waited. For several years. They knew I was still there because they kept paying me layover money, but I wasn't allowed to move the truck somewhere else or abandon it even for a day. And for some reason, dream-self went along with it instead of demanding to know what was going on or even simply quitting and finding a new job.
Post by: gman8181 on November 06, 2013, 11:50:11 am
I had a dream where I was hiding in a wardrobe from what I don't remember, but I remember I was eating bite-sized pizzas.You can't get back to Narnia. Stop trying. :P
Edit:
I dreamed I went skying and fell. I kept rolling down the mountain for what seemed like hours trying to avoid hitting trees until I woke up.
Post by: Sonlirain on November 07, 2013, 08:08:11 am
And one from when i was a teen.
Childhood
1 - I was lying in my parents bed (along with said parents) when i heard a weird sound.
So i looked around and on the far end of the bed there was... a clockwork rooster (with key and all) slowly walking my way.
I remeber i was simply terrified of that thing.
2 - I was home alone looking for things to do when i noticed... a tissue box.
Its empty but i feel the urge to put my finger into it and take a peek inside...
And then MOLD starting to grow from that box at a very fast pace EVERYWHERE.
I decided its a good idea to get out via a window but theni noticed my house is flyinf in SPACE. Literally stars everywhere and no ground what so ever.
Teen
1 - Barely remember this one... it was about some sewer people from "The Tick" kidnaping people all over hte place and taking them into the severs for one reason or another.
Post by: Lagslayer on November 07, 2013, 12:35:16 pm
Then I woke up.
Post by: MaximumZero on November 12, 2013, 01:25:09 pm
Post by: Nirur Torir on November 13, 2013, 06:34:57 pm
LATER THAT NIGHT, I was trying to kill two people for some unknown reason. They laughed at my inability to hurt them with a knife or repeated pistol shots to the head. Clearly, the only thing for it was to use Dream Power: Disintegrating Touch. I thought nothing of using what I had mentally labeled as a dream power, and the dream continued unlucidly.
Mental stability.
Post by: Kagus on November 15, 2013, 05:59:19 am
Like many dreams, it played out a bit like a game. I was a small child, near a public swimming pool in a neighborhood that had plenty of other small children in it just milling around. I got control of a school bus-type-thing, and all the other children started following me around and interacting with the world that I was driving past. There were a couple other kids who were my friends who were riding with me, I recall two girls and a boy.
As they followed, the other children started to grow older (as did we). The boys built little cars to tool around in, the girls grouped together on wagon/bus things, and a few assorted kids made little airplanes that they'd run around with while making zooming and wooshing noises.
As the ride continued, the level of technology increased. The children grew older, the kids started developing actually self-propelled vehicles, and the world around us started to change as well, mimicking their technological advancements.
Then, something happened... Some time around the early/mid teens, the one girl who'd been riding with me in the bus started voicing her dissatisfaction with what we were doing. Started arguing continually with the rest of us. Saying we weren't paying enough attention to the kids or something (I really do regret having lost as much of this dream as I have).
There was a split. She took off, and a number of the kids followed her to pursue her agenda. We just kept on going, the number of kids/teens following us steadily growing and our influence spreading to the world around. I distinctly remember one point when we were at a castle in Germany, and the kids had finally perfected the technology of flight. I took a spin in the plane they'd put together, and life was pretty sweet.
Things started getting dark after that. The other girl showed up again with her own following. Arguments broke out. Our followers (who were at this point adults) starting turning their technological advancement towards war. Weapons started appearing, the vehicles they'd been building and upgrading were re-purposed for combat. Full-out war broke out.
It continued like this for a while, with both our forces putting everything they had into it and with severe casualties on both sides. The "kids" were out of our control. It just kept going, a long era of fear and death, until our little friend group from the bus decided that it had to end.
We started researching, and apparently (grr, details) figured out a way of doing it. We somehow managed to get hold of the rebel girl, and the four of us drove the bus back to the old neighborhood. Our forces were driving along in jeeps and humvees, crashing into and firing wildly at the rebel forces that were following the girl in their own cars.
Eventually, we made it back to the neighborhood, and got everyone out of their vehicles. We were back at the old swimming pool. Everyone jumped in (it was more of a wading pool, really).
Once they jumped into the water, things changed. The weapons, armor, equipment and everything disappeared. Everyone changed back into young kids and started playing with each other in the water.
Everyone, that is, except for us. The 4 who had ridden in the bus. We were still adults, and the kids acted like we weren't even there. Furthermore, only the ones who had jumped into the pool were changed, there was still a war raging out there in the distance. We just looked at each other, and there's a blank spot where I don't remember what happened. The dream doesn't quite end there though.
Next I was in some place in Africa, fighting against some warlord and his troops with my own followers from that region (the only significant visible difference between the two forces was the color of the uniforms). The fighting had moved into a warehouse.
Now it was playing out a bit more like a third person shooter, rather than an RTS, and I started helping out to take down the enemy. There were environmental hazards like the usual explosives littered around, and there were also these plastic jerrycans of gas sitting about (this appeared to be more of a garage area, with numbers of vehicles scattered around) with lighters attached.
Everything was fire. Using the cans, I could either spray fire on close-range opponents or throw what amounted to a super-powered molotov at clusters of them farther away. The enemy withered under the onslaught, and we were victorious.
But then my fellows started rounding up the survivors, the ones who had surrendered or been overwhelmed. Started using them as target practice, beating them up, burning their skin with the fuel cans. Worst of all was a large group that had assembled outside an incinerator, and was scaring, prodding, tricking or outright throwing the enemy survivors inside before shutting the door and killing them. The only thing louder than the screams was the laughter of the troops I'd been fighting alongside.
As an avid gamer and film viewer, I've seen a lot of pretty horrifying shit. But this hit me. This hit me hard. I couldn't stand to look at it, and just had to start walking away, out of the warehouse. While passing by a friend I reached out an arm and said "Don't go there, man".
One thing is how sickened I was at the pain and torment and the insanity of what they were doing to these people. Another thing is how guilty I felt.
I had driven the bus, I had brought them through the stages of growth and technology, I was the reason that they were here at all, or that any of this technology existed that they were killing and torturing each other with. They were ignorant of their history and how these people they were gunning down had been their childhood playmates at some point in the long-distant past. It was because of what we had done, in our ignorant and carefree way, that this was happening.
Walking out of the warehouse and being weighed down with the realization of guilt and the screams of those being burned within, the dream ended.
Post by: Squill on November 15, 2013, 06:38:12 am
-snip-Wow... That is a rather impressively violent dream.
Last night I had a weird dream. I can't remember the rest of the dream as clearly, but I remember the point I woke up. I was looking for some lunch meat in my fridge. In the bottom drawer, I found a bunch of roast beef just laying on the bottom of the drawer. I began to leaf through the meat to make sure it was good, and I began to see small bunches of black dots on it. Then, bugs of some sort began to crawl out. They looked like the flattened pillbug like things you can find in water, but they were about the size of a quarter and had obvious mandibles. Pretty soon, I saw them hiding everywhere. When I woke up, anything I felt that wasn't immediately obvious as to what it was made me shiver and recoil.
Post by: Frumple on November 16, 2013, 09:24:53 am
Spoiler: Tentative name: The Great Love Trap (click to show/hide)
... the dream ended before anything insofar as closure occurred, but... it wasn't going well for everything except the island. It's also capable of floating rather quickly!
Post by: Steelmagic on November 16, 2013, 11:19:04 pm
The first part of the dream was pretty simple, we went on various missions like any squad and came back to base for a rest when we were done.
Then we went on a mission in i believe China in some type of oil field. It started off pretty generic, we were killing the bad guys (whoever they were) and moving into the building. Then we came into a room that had a woman with long hair covering her face sort of like FEAR or a large number of horror movies. I got a bad feeling from her, and when i say a bad feeling i mean i immediately took off yelling "Run! RUN!" back at my squad. One guy yelled back "hey what the hell are you-" before being interrupted by some rather messy sounding noises.
I didn't bother looking back, i just kept running at full speed. I saw her again later out of the corner of my eye and dodged to the side before continuing my sprint to get the hell out of there while looking back and yelling at the top of my lungs at her "I'm not stopping until I'm back in the U.S, BITCH!" Looking back i don't actually know where i was going to run to, but hey, anywhere was better than there.
I eventually made it into some kind of courtyard looking place where enemy soldiers were waiting for me. I had to for the first time in a while stop and shoot them before continuing on. I looked to my left as i ran through the courtyard and saw her again. I then noticed that there seemed to be some sort of distortion wherever she appeared and decided it would be best to stay away from those distortions.
It was now starting to get very bad every corner i turned she was there and if she wasn't there these hostile soldiers were. I at one point slid over a low wall kicked a guy in the face then did some sort of flying kick into the face of another soldier before looking back and saying something about that being awesome. I reached a guy who was dead and standing there frozen, i don't know what his deal was but i think at this point my sanity was slipping. I then had to slow down because I'm pretty sure i was running at full speed for at least 2 miles by this time. The oil field wasn't this big before and something was blatantly wrong but my squad of highly trained soldiers got brutally murdered by a woman with long hair, so i didn't question it.
I walked into another building and came to a long hallway so i started slowly walking through the hallway singing Season in the Abyss to keep myself with some semblance of sanity until i got to the door. I got to the door without incident and walked into the next room where there was a railing, which i walked over to and looked down from. There was nothing but blackness below it, it didn't look natural, but once again things were screwed up. I turned around to leave and came face to face with her, this time i had nowhere to run and she was right in my face. I remember she was rather tall, I'm 6,1 and she was as tall as or taller than me. Seeing her i did what any normal person would do: muttered "shit" and took a step back. Right over the railing. With a scream of "SHIIIIIIT" i fell into the blackness and then woke up.
I don't think that fall over the railing killed me, but i guess I'll never know. Better than whatever she had in store for me at least.
Post by: UltraValican on November 17, 2013, 12:56:52 am
First part of the dream is me pacing around, thinking about what I'm going to say. Then I suddenly blurt out how I feel outloud. Turns out she was standing right behind me.
"Oh [REDACTED] that's just what I've been waiting to hear, I'm so happy."
End dream
Post by: MaximumZero on November 17, 2013, 04:10:33 pm
Woke up at 6:45. Could not get back to sleep.
Post by: Grey Goo on November 22, 2013, 05:00:30 pm
It begin as I was seeing images about Solid Snake and how soldiers can cut peoples throat. Only to moment after realize someone wanted cut my throat and fight occured. This other guy got military knife, I got... chopstick.
It was draw and ours weapons were locked, until I noticed two other things. First my leather gloves, secondary just right angle to take that guys knife, snatch him by hand and lock-up his own knife on him throat. At this point I noticed there was strange tattoo on his face and become one conclusion. This belonged to some organization.
First thing was asking from this guy "Hey, by the way how I can join to your organization?". This was more like out of not wanting fight against those guys. He just said I should kill him already. Idea wasn't for my liking. However I pressed his knife against throat little harder and repeated that I said. He remained now silent. I said I am going count to five.
And I begin to count while pressing knife harder...
Guy remained silent and around three his throat got nasty slice. I just asked "Oh, my. Did I slice too deep? Four..." and after five I just sliced guys throat. It was if he wanted die, fine. He will die and I walked away.
Later on I meet some friendlier folk and tell to them that just happened. Knowing that it will be considered as for self-defence, I wasn't worried being imprisoned or anything. Also noticed my gloves got some blood on the, but because they were expensive just thinking wash them later.
Also I noticed one thing as I checked my own face from reflection. I got same mark, just imcomplete one or so I was thinking about. My coat however hit due to having high dollar.
As I asked why someone would send assassin after me, it was because one of my girlfriend was in clan targeted by those assassins. "Who? I got like twenty girlfriends." She was one of asian ones and I was like "Oh, she...". Because her parents were rich, they hired some armed bodyguards for me.
Later I was shopping in tool shop or perhaps just going some workshop. Either way while on a open, I become extremy restless. My bobyguards were perplexed by behaviour and then I realized. There was sniper somewhere. I moved fast away from opening into cover as my bodyguards begin to fire that sniper, only soon to realize "Damn, there is two after me!". I hit on a ground and begin to planning how to get to my bodyguards who were covered by those cars.
I wasn't alone. There someone else and I got idea. I asked give some clothes so that I can trick other sniper for a little. This one gived to me vest, blue one to be exact. Little too small and I was wearing it also wrong way. However it was different colour than my other clothes so it worked. Running from my cover towards my bodyguards I survived. At this point sniper just left.
However as situation cleared, other assassins wasn't amused that someone helped me. Little later I and my bodyguards found my helper dead. There was someone kneeled, probably mother or something. Few details was noticed by me. For example I was wondering why I am not seeing bullet hole, until someone notified there was foam coming from mouth. Poison.
And I was very angry. Punched near flat-panel, hoping to punch hole into it. No hole, but at that I sweared that those assassins are going to die...
I wake up, knowing that by that I mean "They are going die screaming like little piglets!" and realized... "Damn, another story dream! Why it must be always stories I can't write or draw at all!"... Duh...
Post by: IronTomato on November 22, 2013, 07:27:54 pm
SnipBay Gear Solid 12: Goo Eater
Anyway, I'm here because I can't LD anymore. I always used to Wake Induced Lucid Dream, but the other day I lie awake, on my back, meditating for some 3 hours with no results before I gave up.
Someone who knows more about this than I, help?
Post by: Mr Space Cat on November 22, 2013, 08:02:48 pm
Anyway, I'm here because I can't LD anymore. I always used to Wake Induced Lucid Dream, but the other day I lie awake, on my back, meditating for some 3 hours with no results before I gave up.Meditate harder? Try meditating to some music or ambiance?
Someone who knows more about this than I, help?
Other options include binaural beats, isochronic tones, white/brown/pink noise, instrumental post rock albums, or anything made by a band with Maynard James Keenan in it.
I admit I'm inexperienced with lucid dreaming or Wake Induced Lucid Dreaming but I have dabbled in meditation and meditation with the goal of vividly imagining whatever in my head. Music/noise could help. Depends on the person, really, but personally the background noise can help me get into a meditative state, and can also help me come up with some neat mental imagery. Even better when my imagination runs with it and the scenes occasionally sync with the music.
Somewhat related, but I wish I had the time and/or focus to just meditate for three straight hours.
Post by: Itnetlolor on November 22, 2013, 09:16:38 pm
Post by: Caz on November 22, 2013, 09:37:31 pm
Post by: Grey Goo on November 22, 2013, 10:29:02 pm
I think they were more like ninjas...
Oh, and for lucids. Try talk in your dreams more. Not remember what kind of but right kind of talking for me often makes me realize I am in dream. Through dream may still boring, even if am lucky enough to have pretty women around...
>Itnetlolor
Unknow locations, sometimes. Through all them are kind of earthly locations or probably somewhere familiar to earth. Winter often, sometimes world after the end of humanity. Too many to remember, but one thing is sure. I very rarely get into space and other planets or sun. Latter one sounds fun to visit...
Post by: Frumple on November 23, 2013, 06:16:09 am
Having to run interference as... some kind of four-legged thing... for someone escaping on horse through plains and forest while giant, fast as balls, agile as snakespit, firebreathing dragon is bouncing around like something hopped up on incredible amounts of PCP is... it's something. It's cinematic, it's dynamic as hell, everything is on fire, and then when you finally reach the end and manage to get the rider critter to safety you're left with a situation where there's a giant, fast as balls, agile as snikespit, firebreathing pissed off dragon prowling around like an incredibly ornery cat, between you and anything approaching safety. And it's coming for you, as most of the surrounding area drips basically!napalm.
It feels like losing a video game, only instead of a restart you're faced with a future of intense flaming agony and teeth and claws and yup time to wake up.
That one was pretty intense. Incredibly hard to describe meaningfully well, though. It would have been, like, major movie action sequence, or some kind of unholy mix between zelda epona sequences, monster hunter's opening cinematics, and shadows of the colossus. It was beautiful and both incredibly high energy and frustrating, because you "won" but oshit agonizing burny death incoming. S'also already starting to slip away, but memory of black and red and cat and reptile and angry and nearly liquid fire bloody everywhere is lingering. For a biological near impossibility those things are bendy as the buggery.
Post by: Itnetlolor on November 23, 2013, 12:43:34 pm
Whatever dreamweaver creature-thing exists that's responsible for taking away yet another Saturday morning from me in that manner, I'm gonna find you, and send you through a place I discovered that'll make Hell look like Heaven, that I am all too familiar with, that I'm a VIP there.
Post by: Person on November 27, 2013, 02:29:07 pm
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Post by: gman8181 on November 27, 2013, 05:32:55 pm
I dreamed all my fingers turned purple-black with frostbite and started rotting off. :\I've had that dream before!
Post by: mastahcheese on November 28, 2013, 12:32:43 am
Post by: Steelmagic on November 28, 2013, 01:15:12 am
In my dream last night, I was the Dali Lama. It was bizarre, and I rode a building on wheels around. And I knocked out some random person with a rock.Just like the real Dali lama.
Post by: Caz on November 28, 2013, 01:18:20 pm
I dreamed all my fingers turned purple-black with frostbite and started rotting off. :\I've had that dream before!
Radical. Yesterday I dreamed of my back tooth crumbling in my mouth and falling out, too. Why am I falling to pieces in all my dreams?! ???
Post by: Graknorke on November 28, 2013, 07:01:20 pm
The Dali Lama likes biscuits, he said so in an interview. Actually, he's pretty much my step-grandad. They look terrifyingly similar and have similar mannerisms.In my dream last night, I was the Dali Lama. It was bizarre, and I rode a building on wheels around. And I knocked out some random person with a rock.Just like the real Dali lama.
Post by: Yoink on November 29, 2013, 08:35:08 pm
Memory's quite hazy, I think it was a rather long dream, but it began with some very evil, devil-worshipping person of some sort dying, but as they died they gave birth to a child. I was there, for whatever reason- perhaps I killed the parent?- and for some equally strange reason I (or whoever I was taking the role of in this part of the dream) ritualistically carved a swastika into its forehead.
Fastforward some uncertain period of time, and the cursed offspring of said demon had somehow become... a rabbit. Whether due to shapechanging abilites or just the rabbit being affected by the monster's evil, there was this rabbit sitting there as someone's household pet.
Something eventually set it off and awakened its curse, I believe it didn't receive its favourite type of food, and for some reason I was the one who had to subdue it and secretly remove it from the place.
There was a lot more that went on here, a lot of details that I can't remember, but eventually I was going somewhere with it hidden in the back of my mother's car when it burst out and went on a murderous rampage, slaughtering local wildlife and humans alike. Somehow I eventually managed to calm it down, I believe I was talking to it whilst holding it or something.
While I was doing that, though, Mum saw the bloodstains from the creature in the back of the car and called out to me, then came running out into the carpark I was standing behind, looking frantically around for whatever creature had injured itself in her car.
Not sure exactly how I explained it away. I think I tried to pass it off as myself having a nosebleed, not sure if that worked.
Remembering less and less of this as I type, unfortunately, but I want to mention one last thing, perhaps the most freaky part of the dream: at some point in the proceedings, the demon-evil-type-creature took the form of my beloved deceased old cat. And then kept killing people.
I wish I could remember more of the dream, as there was a lot more detail involving the shapeshifting creature and how it came to be, how/why I controlled it etc., but I've been a bit distracted since I woke up and so have forgotten a lot of it. I think it ended up locked in a cage somewhere, requiring the occasional sacrifice to keep it in check. Not sure what form it ended up in, but it was probably my cat since that happened later on in the dream.
Either way, even after forgetting so much, that was the freakiest dream I can remember having in a long time. >.>
Post by: FearfulJesuit on December 02, 2013, 08:34:12 pm
Ladies and Gentlemen...I have become Jedward (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jedward) Fitzgerald.
Post by: Sappho on December 03, 2013, 04:06:39 am
In real life, there's this girl, I've been in love with her for ages but she sent me mixed signals for 2 years before finally just drifting away from me, like she lost interest in her game of playing with my emotions. I thought I had finally gotten over her. It still hurts to think about her, but I stopped fantasizing about things working out between us and started moving on, taking interest in other people.
In my dream, I was visiting her. She was living in some huge house (in reality she shares a tiny apartment with someone she despises). She was running around cleaning and hanging christmas decorations really frantically, asking me to help. She was flirting and giving me the impression that something was going to happen. Then finally she checked her watch and said oh no, she'll be here in just a few minutes. I asked who, and she said "my girlfriend," as though it were obvious. I felt my eyes welling up with tears and she was surprised. "What, you didn't know I had a girlfriend?" I said sorry, I have to leave.
She grabbed me and pulled me back. She sat on the couch and tried to persuade me that I should stay and meet her girlfriend. She hinted that her girlfriend might like me and maybe she could talk her into a threesome. I immediately thought of a friend of mine (in real life, there is an engaged heterosexual couple, all part of the same group of friends, and she was sort of their girlfriend for a long time, went out with them together, slept with them, was in love with both of them, but at the end of the day the two of them went home together and she didn't - she spent some time describing to me how it hurt to know she would never really be a part of that unit, and eventually they all agreed to end it). I didn't want to go through that, and anyway I didn't want to sleep with her girlfriend. I didn't even want to see her or know her name. But I walked towards her and decided that I would kiss her. Somehow I had a fleeting ambition to win her over, steal her from whoever this girlfriend was. As I leaned in, for some reason she became David Tennant, as in, the tenth Doctor. No idea why. He started giggling like an embarrassed child and finally I kissed him. It was awkward but gentle. Afterwards he turned back into the girl. Then she said her girlfriend was almost there and I ran out of there with tears streaming down my face.
I woke up crying, with the feeling of heartbreak absolutely fresh. I thought I had started to move on but that dream really hurt. I'd rather be chased by a monster or a serial killer and wake up terrified than go through that feeling again.
Post by: Caz on December 03, 2013, 08:03:29 am
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Post by: Icefire2314 on December 16, 2013, 07:55:31 pm
Post by: IronTomato on December 17, 2013, 09:06:09 am
Does anyone have tips for lucid dreaming? I scarcely dream at all, but lucid dreaming would be the coolest thing I could think of.Eat lots of cheese. You know you want to.
More seriously, it depends on wether you want to fall asleep directly into an LD (Wake induced lucid dreaming) which requires a fair amount of skill with meditation and visualization, or if want to be having a normal dream and make it become an LD.
Post by: Icefire2314 on December 17, 2013, 06:27:26 pm
Does anyone have tips for lucid dreaming? I scarcely dream at all, but lucid dreaming would be the coolest thing I could think of.Eat lots of cheese. You know you want to.
More seriously, it depends on wether you want to fall asleep directly into an LD (Wake induced lucid dreaming) which requires a fair amount of skill with meditation and visualization, or if want to be having a normal dream and make it become an LD.
I have a very bad dream recall (referring to this since other people will likely attack me with, "you always dream lol:')"), so it'd probably be best to improve that and then go after lucid dreaming, or WILD
Post by: LeoLeonardoIII on December 17, 2013, 08:13:03 pm
Why I never searched online I'll never know, but reading this thread made me remember the dream and I decided to search for it. Turns out there's an item in Everquest which I'm absolutely sure I've never heard of before, a book published in 1893 by Arthur Foote but I can't fond more information about it, and in general it seems like religious hymnals can be called a Book of Chants, usually something like "XYZ Parish Book of Chants."
Arthur Foote lived in Boston and was active in church musical work and composition in general at the time the Book of Chants was published, so it's at least somewhat likely the author and the composer are the same person. But Wikipedia doesn't give any info on the book, and the book page on Amazon doesn't give more info on Arthur.
All this is new to me. And it doesn't make any sense because the book in my dream felt more like Celtic chants and runes and stuff, even though I don't remember opening it. I guess this is a case of "Word of Word" matching up to something somebody else did at some point in the long history of the English language.
Post by: MaximumZero on December 19, 2013, 02:58:33 am
Does anyone have tips for lucid dreaming? I scarcely dream at all, but lucid dreaming would be the coolest thing I could think of.Meditate for half an hour before bed. No electronics before bed, as the light from the screens messes with your internal clock and your body tries to stay awake because your brain thinks it's still daytime, as you've just pumped it full of artificial sunshine. Try to clear your mind before you fall asleep. Tell yourself that you'll be asleep and dreaming soon.
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on December 19, 2013, 04:11:18 am
There is some sort of human conference happening in a week, which will have world-changing impact. So of course, the politically-minded of abomination-kind will be traveling there to influence the decision made, but they find that the conference hall building has been supernaturally enhanced, and is now a labyrinth full of traps (the humans don't notice the change).
And I am some sort of abominable special forces agent who is sent to traverse the labyrinth, fighting my way through all the other abominations, arrive to the conference, and do my thing to make the humies decide what we want them to.
Now, abomination-kind is divided into four Quarters (I don't remember which quarter sent me), and I remember completely destroying the West Quarter because apparently, I have slain all of their leaders, and they can't live without them.
Then I arrive to the conference, and my grandfather is somehow also there (Maybe he was invited as chief geologist?), and he gives me sweets and I wake up.
The whole dream had a remarkably consistent plotline and played out like a horror-action videogame. I remember that I had a horribly Freudian combat move where I hike up my cloak and a dozen tentacles covered in razor-sharp barbs whip out and decimate everything in front of me.
I wonder what that was all about.
Post by: Sappho on December 19, 2013, 04:27:23 am
Post by: IronTomato on December 19, 2013, 08:14:09 am
And he was wearing a funny tie.That's what really matters.
Post by: miauw62 on December 21, 2013, 03:04:04 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 26, 2013, 03:21:44 pm
Post by: Steelmagic on December 26, 2013, 03:26:39 pm
Has anyone had dreams where they actually felt pain? The only one I can properly recall is the one where I was diving in a flooded city and someone else in scuba gear shanked me in the chest.I had a dream where my hand got bit off by a shark in a swamp (Why was there a shark in the damn swamp) and felt the pain once. The pain woke me up and continued for about a minute. It wasn't an enjoyable feeling.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 26, 2013, 03:30:18 pm
I had a dream where my hand got bit off by a shark in a swamp (Why was there a shark in the damn swamp) and felt the pain once. The pain woke me up and continued for about a minute. It wasn't an enjoyable feeling.That reminds me! There was one time where I had dreamed I was being attacked by some sort of human-scorpion hybrid creature and I was punching it in the face as hard as I could. I wouldn't consider this one being dreamed-up pain, as I had woken up with my fist on my drawer so it was very much real pain.
Post by: Steelmagic on December 27, 2013, 07:33:04 am
Post by: magmaholic on December 27, 2013, 01:29:33 pm
wut.
Post by: LeoLeonardoIII on December 27, 2013, 01:47:34 pm
Upgrademeplease.exe is what it was thinking all night long.
Post by: Shadowscynthe on December 27, 2013, 02:23:02 pm
Up-up-up in Heaven's skies, a whale is swimming through.
Its spout shoots up, and turns into rain.
A sto-sto-storm cloud looks like a great Shintô priest octopus too.
The sun is surprised by it, and cooks it all up,
And the floating takoyaki gets eaten by a dinosaur!1
I feel good, I feel good, somehow I feel really good,
I feel good, I feel good, somehow I feel really happy.
I'm in a good mood, and I'm really smart,
I can see all sorts of worlds!
Even if I don't study at all,
I can see wonderful worlds!
I'm the world's greatest genius!
A rai-rai-rainbow's gems are seven-colored candies.
They melt into the ground, and turn into flowers!
The Earth starts to dance and the volcanoes start to sing.
They erupt with a boom, blooming into big fireworks,
And those fields of flowery light spread to the ends of the universe!
I feel good, I feel good, somehow I feel really good,
I feel good, I feel good, somehow I feel really happy.
I'm in a really good mood,
And there's nothing but happiness in the world!
I'm in love with everything,
And there's nothing but joy in the world!
I'm the world's happiest person!
I'm the world's greatest genius!
EDIT: oh wait....
EDIT EDIT: I also theorize if you think you're high in a dream you are not a homo.
Post by: Shadowscynthe on December 27, 2013, 02:36:22 pm
Then I fell asleep again and had a dream I was Tetsuo in Akira. I woke up after the part where Tetsuo has the toy nightmare thing.
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on December 28, 2013, 01:21:39 am
Post by: Trif on December 28, 2013, 07:22:02 am
The worst part was that I woke up and realized that it was just a dream, but then I immediately fell asleep again and dreamed the same thing, so I thought that it wasn't a dream after all. That happened twice. Stupid brain.
Post by: Squill on December 29, 2013, 02:24:15 pm
Has anyone had dreams where they actually felt pain? The only one I can properly recall is the one where I was diving in a flooded city and someone else in scuba gear shanked me in the chest.I once had a fairly terrifying dream, which towards the end I tried to scream but couldn't. I woke up with a jaw that felt half numb, half sore, like I had opened my mouth wide and then tensed up my facial muscles for several seconds.
I don't feel like writing up the dream right now, but I might have written about it elsewhere. I'll go look for that, and if I can't find it I'll right it up later.
Post by: Shadowscynthe on December 29, 2013, 02:49:08 pm
Post by: Mr Space Cat on December 29, 2013, 03:15:13 pm
EX: Someone dreams they're getting a needle jabbed in their arm, complete with the pain. Wake up to find their cat's been licking them on the arm for a while.
EX2: Person puts in plastic retainers for the first time. Dreams that their teeth are falling out, complete with toothache. Wake up to have their mouth sore from the retainers. This example was actually a personal experience.
Dreams can be weird like that.
Post by: Shadowscynthe on December 29, 2013, 03:28:35 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on December 29, 2013, 09:41:52 pm
Has anyone had dreams where they actually felt pain? The only one I can properly recall is the one where I was diving in a flooded city and someone else in scuba gear shanked me in the chest.I've had dreams where all the teeth in my mouth fell out as if their foundations didn't exist, and I was spitting what felt like rocks, only to learn they weren't rocks. Oddly enough, getting used to that pain in the dream got me ready for when one of my teeth gave up the ghost eventually (with the assistance of a wisdom tooth providing extra pressure from the sides); or at least the decaying process before the dentist could do some work on it. Kudos to the dream, however, I feel any difference in my mouth when eating food or snacking, I make sure it's not a fragment of tooth.
I think I've had dreams in the past referring to past lives. My face got dealt a serious hit sometime ago, and knocked a fair amount of my teeth away (same ones that are falling out of my head IRL while at it), I think I had my arm bit off by something big too, considering all my shoulder pains, and a lack of dexterity in it (it's more my power arm for lifting things, or delivering a powerful punch); be it an animal fed on it or it was pinched off by a closing door or something, and mighty dully too while at it (worse off, I survived the ordeal, and I think I even incinerated the wound shut within the next 30 seconds of it happening; that wasn't the comfiest idea I came up with, seeing as I could still feel it), so it was not a clean removal either, and my lower right leg, from kneecap downward also got crushed or eaten as well; I think my back also took a blade to it on top of whip lashes (POW? Slave? Whatever I was then, I was badass for still moving after that level of pain; reminds me of my great ancestor, who I'm not kidding, won some good land by a technicality by "being the first to touch it", and chopping off his freaking hand and tossing it past his competition. In honor of them, our family crest has a bloody hand on it). As far as I can recall from those dreams and present day, I must've died in a glorious battle in the past that led to a one-on-one duel. I may have been the bad guy then, I don't know. Those were some gnarly wounds I got in the dreams, and I can still feel some of the phantom pain while awake. Strangely enough, I think I had more limbs, because while on the note of phantom limbs and pains, I feel like I had wings in one of my past lives, as if the classical angel form was a possibility; why I feel what amounts to 4 wings, and a few more arms than I need, I don't know, I could have been an alien or an angel or something. Humans are not normally built that way.
Based on that kind of dream, or hell, any other dream I've had, I believe aliens exist, and that they're beyond our expectations. Sorta following a theory I had about or recent visitors (little grey sectoid-like dudes): They're none more than drones, but the specialized kind that need a vehicle to carry them, UAV, of course. In a sense, they could be exploring, or with how much potential history we may already have about them, they could also be using avatars to hide their true nature from us. Now, the creatures I was fighting in some of my dreams and such, they seemed to have evolved similar to us at a societal level, but biologically, they're freakshows. They resemble the creatures described in the bible as angels more than the classic interpretation of a dove-winged/bat-winged being, though such adaptations/modifications on humans isn't as far-fetched. Let's say it's hard to punch something in the face when it has more than it needs, even harder to attempt to sucker-punch one.
Spoiler: For example... (click to show/hide)
EDIT:
I must've been a saint or something in the past, looking back at those dreams; closer to a warrior-class saint. I do recall in one of my dreams wearing a pretty badass set of armor that was called "The Four Gospels" (written in a language I've never seen before, but I understood what it was labeled immediately ('The Gift of Tongues' as a second-language? Basically, watching exorcisms is like watching God deal with a spoiled brat in a supermarket that wants candy or a toy, but is told "no". Brings a new light to some of those, and why demons seem so childish with their possessions and behaviors when being exorcised)).
Spoiler: Modern interpretations of how it would be described would show it like this (click to show/hide)
Post by: Mr Space Cat on December 30, 2013, 01:40:46 am
your explanation is better than mine.
I wasn't trying to compete for an explanation or anything. Just mentioning something I've noticed from a couple past experiences.
I've never experienced a dream that caused me prolonged pain in real life for no reason that couldn't be explained as a coincidence. I have felt pain in dreams that was completely fictional though. It's not that far-fetched. Considering there's mental feats such as lucid dreaming, forced day dreaming, and mental imagery, the human brain making itself think it's feeling something real--in this case something causing pain-- that is actually pure imagination is believable.
Post by: Haspen on December 30, 2013, 05:33:42 am
I found a diary that belonged to the shop owner's grandfather who also owned the shop previously. I began to read it and soon it turned up to be a thrilling story:
His diary mentioned the country of Charkov that in 1968 began expanding onto Galia, Franconia and even the elven territories due south, but by 1975 the new Great Charkov was ravaged by independence movements and rebellions everywhere. That year was also the end of the diary entries but it didn't seem like the grandfather have died or anything.
So obviously I went to Charkov to search for the old man. Whilst there, I devastated Yanukovych's election poster, threw few rocks at the passing-by trucks, then passed-by my old high school friend, then caught a bus and went on to search for the shop owner's grandfather who could tell me more about the war-time Charkov.
Only then I noticed that the bus took me back home and I returned to my family where we grumbled together about the shop owner who didn't want to share the basement with us and called for court action because my mother sold half of the shop items in the basement for money.
That's when I woke up :v
Post by: Guardian G.I. on December 30, 2013, 07:52:18 am
I was loitering around in a boarded building of my university, looking for a time machine (?). In the street, there was a shootout between the remnants of the local police and some other people (?). Eventually, I found the machine and went forward in time.
I found myself several hundred years in the future. Apparently, attempts to reverse the catastrophic climate change caused by the terraformer had spectacularly failed, and all the landmasses of the world were flooded. Giant mangrove jungles covered the place which used to be Europe.
People lived in giant floating platforms that were conveniently located at the locations formerly occupied by old towns and cities before the disaster. I was on some sort of a space station overlooking Earth. After wondering what could have caused such a disaster, I boarded a shuttle bound for my home city (or, more specifically, a floating city located in the same place). Once the shuttle began to land, a plasma bomb (?) went off in the city, destroying half of it. The shuttle was hit by the shockwave and crashed.
I can't precisely remember what happened next. The rest of the dream, if I recall correctly, was about a family who lived in one of the floating cities and was on the run from some sort of monastic order or other militant religious organization.
Post by: LeoLeonardoIII on December 30, 2013, 02:15:32 pm
Post by: Jopax on December 31, 2013, 04:12:43 am
I also remember fiddling with the options so that I could see what was going on several times as well as pausing and doing other dreams or something :O
Post by: Nirur Torir on January 03, 2014, 07:23:30 pm
Post by: LeoLeonardoIII on January 03, 2014, 07:57:13 pm
I haven't had a lucid dream that I remember, but sometimes I dream that I can make very long and high jumps. I remember feeling vertigo and being afraid that landing would hurt, but it didn't.
Also haven't ever had a flying dream that I can remember. But the jumping is very close.
Post by: Nirur Torir on January 03, 2014, 08:30:18 pm
Post by: Guardian G.I. on January 04, 2014, 10:56:13 am
It was exciting right until I've decided to visit my parents, who didn't recognize me. Then I found out that my alternate self from this timeline died in infancy. I was rather disturbed by this revelation and woke up.
Post by: Itnetlolor on January 04, 2014, 07:36:11 pm
Of course, now that these far more bizarre, and sometimes waking (as in still actively dreaming while I'm awake), dreams have returned out of the blue, a natural side-effect could be some looniness on my end on the more conscious side. But then again, having the awareness of it is it's own countermeasure. Nonetheless, it's nice to have my oddity return, crazier it may make me in the long-run. I accept it nonetheless, since it was fun as hell to use. In summary, I might be making random things again for mostly art's sake. Plus, figuring out how most of the stuff works that I get from my dreams is pretty fun as well. Now if I could translate them in a way that could make them work in our reality, then that would be awesome. Unfortunately, the laws of physics, and in cases of more plausible things, legal crap, especially with patent trolls and such, not to mention actually (re-)producing them is a bit of a hassle. Not to mention, some of the devices I got from my dreams (and illustrated in some of my books) outright rapes the laws of physics, or might as well be powered by magic (or at least spiritual energy) instead because it might be more efficient if ever possible. In one case, I used a series of sidearms that was like something out of Borderlands, and basically never needed a reload, and in some cases, spells could be cast on the bullets themselves, meaning I could shoot icicles filled with condensed fire (holding spell breaks on impact, letting off a cloud and a shockwave or pressure wave with a fireball coming out. Before you call them out as silly, they're basically percussive explosive rounds which can knock anything down, and dent things to hell and back, or in caves and tight quarters, bust a lot of eardrums. Not so useless or silly now, huh? If the icicle won't do you in, then maybe the explosion after it pierces something would. If you're a sack of flesh, you might not want to get hit by those.
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on January 05, 2014, 08:30:49 pm
-snippity-That's because after you woke up, the planet was nuked by an SCP Foundation destroyer and your memory was erased by Foundation agents. Memetic infections are serious business.
Post by: MaximumZero on January 05, 2014, 08:39:37 pm
Post by: Hanslanda on January 06, 2014, 12:21:46 am
Had adreamnightmare where I alienated myself from a bunch of B12ers and you all started shunning me. ;_;
FTFY.
Post by: Lightningfalcon on January 06, 2014, 04:01:36 am
Post by: Steelmagic on January 07, 2014, 11:34:44 am
EDIT: Actually it's kind of like everything I've done recently got shoved together. Yuno would end up being bay12 since i haven't watched Mirai Nikki recently, the sheriff was from a game i watched a play through of on youtube that i forgot the name of but involved a sheriff in Texas being blackmailed, and lastly Russian sniper man was from Company of Heroes 2 which i got to play for the first time recently.
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on January 07, 2014, 02:37:07 pm
SPACE!Foundation seems like it would be a fun thing. I mean, it's like the Warhammer 40000 universe, only instead of xenos and heresy, it has SCPs and Snake's Hand, and whole planets get subjected to exterminatus because whoops, collateral damage.I was actually thinking to myself 'It sounds like something the SCP foundation would deal with' when I woke up.-snippity-That's because after you woke up, the planet was nuked by an SCP Foundation destroyer and your memory was erased by Foundation agents. Memetic infections are serious business.
I mean, get rid of the mutating aspect, and it could actually pass as one, really.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on January 13, 2014, 08:48:41 am
Then I woke up and realized I was sleeping the whole time I thought I got no sleep. There was much rejoicing and going-back-to-sleeping.
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on January 13, 2014, 10:40:28 am
Dreamed I stayed up until 6:00 in the morning on a school day. So, I got practically no sleep. It was terrifying, I love my sleep.Bloody duck. I actually stayed up until 6:00 today, and it was a school day, too. What were you doing in your dream?
Then I woke up and realized I was sleeping the whole time I thought I got no sleep. There was much rejoicing and going-back-to-sleeping.
Post by: fractalman on January 13, 2014, 11:55:02 am
one of them was for a sonic game. it had an extra option where it would create a new sonic character based upon the stats of a dwarf from dwarf fortress. but to use that, you first had to upload a save to the correct place, which I hadn't done.
I got woken up after the asylum revealed the biggest McDonalds playground+laser tag combo in history.
Post by: Iceblaster on January 13, 2014, 12:10:58 pm
I am in a desert, a duster covering me, a revolver on my side. I walk forward, wary of what could be ahead. I see something in the horizon, not a humanoid however the shape of the body looked familiar. I begin to run towards it, as I get closer it just moved further and further from me before simply vanishing, only to appear behind me. It was an eyebot, however anything past this is cloudy so I'm going to stop here.
Enjoy my dream :P
Post by: LeoLeonardoIII on January 13, 2014, 01:48:50 pm
Post by: MaximumZero on January 13, 2014, 01:57:33 pm
Post by: Ultimuh on January 13, 2014, 03:46:38 pm
The weirdest part of it, was that I was a women in that dream. I mean.. I am usually a guy in my dreams.
Post by: LeoLeonardoIII on January 13, 2014, 06:54:56 pm
Post by: Graknorke on January 13, 2014, 07:38:27 pm
It wouldn't make sense to be a male Supergirl. Would it?But didn't we prove a while back that you can have male magical girls?
Post by: Ultimuh on January 13, 2014, 07:41:58 pm
Are you saying that I subconsciously want to be a crossdressing cosplayer?It wouldn't make sense to be a male Supergirl. Would it?But didn't we prove a while back that you can have male magical girls?
/me shudders at the thought.
Post by: Mr Space Cat on January 13, 2014, 07:52:11 pm
Video games.Dreamed I stayed up until 6:00 in the morning on a school day. So, I got practically no sleep. It was terrifying, I love my sleep.Bloody duck. I actually stayed up until 6:00 today, and it was a school day, too. What were you doing in your dream?
Then I woke up and realized I was sleeping the whole time I thought I got no sleep. There was much rejoicing and going-back-to-sleeping.
Post by: LeoLeonardoIII on January 13, 2014, 08:11:38 pm
Post by: Ultimuh on January 13, 2014, 08:13:51 pm
I sometimes dream that I'm unable to sleep and have to go to work without any. Generally the whole length of the dream is me lying in bed languishing in that blue pre-dawn twilight, tossing and turning.I hate it when that happens.
Post by: MaximumZero on January 14, 2014, 12:39:12 pm
Wake up. Wtf? Post.
Post by: Haspen on January 14, 2014, 12:42:17 pm
Post by: LeoLeonardoIII on January 14, 2014, 01:29:20 pm
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on January 14, 2014, 01:35:33 pm
I have a question. What is it with Bay12 and the word "shitlord"?
Post by: MaximumZero on January 14, 2014, 02:49:03 pm
It's in his sig, I think.I picked it up here, and have seen it on macromeme. That's it. Also, the "po-ta-to" quote in my sig is that story.
I have a question. What is it with Bay12 and the word "shitlord"?
Post by: LeoLeonardoIII on January 14, 2014, 02:57:36 pm
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on January 14, 2014, 03:01:52 pm
Do you guys frequently dream about the same locations repeatedly to the point where they're really detailed? Like, I'll dream about this house I've never been in, and right after I wake up I could draw this house's interior. Can't remember it now of course.Not really, but it sounds downright awesome.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 14, 2014, 03:07:40 pm
It's in his sig, I think.Popularized and stolen from tumblerite SJWs a while ago, imported from the amazing stupid thread
I have a question. What is it with Bay12 and the word "shitlord"?
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on January 14, 2014, 04:22:01 pm
It's that post where Lord Slowpoke rants about disastrous flukes being weaponized by shitlords..?It's in his sig, I think.Popularized and stolen from tumblerite SJWs a while ago, imported from the amazing stupid thread
I have a question. What is it with Bay12 and the word "shitlord"?
Post by: Squill on January 14, 2014, 06:09:04 pm
Do you guys frequently dream about the same locations repeatedly to the point where they're really detailed? Like, I'll dream about this house I've never been in, and right after I wake up I could draw this house's interior. Can't remember it now of course.I used to, and even had a very long repetitive dream sequence once, but it hasn't happened in a while.
So, from what I could remember I had a dream where I was in a shooting range, with no one but the range owner, an old man, and the old man's grandson, who looked to be about ten. For whatever reason, we were going over basic gun mechanics/safety, even though I already knew everything he was telling me. We start practicing, and then the younger boy opened up a bag and pulled out what appeared to be an anti-tank rifle. He then begins to use this massive gun on targets that were about twenty yards away. The owner comes back and sees them, and his only reaction is a hearty chuckle.
So then I go back home, and apparently start playing DayZ. I'm soon placed directly into the game world, as often happens with my dreams, but at least I can still recognize it as a video game. Eventually I'm walking through a forest, and come across another player. I have no equipment, and he has a rifle and an ax. I lay down on the ground and hope not to be seen, but he's just kinda hanging around, so I decide screw it, I'm rolling away. He sees me, shoots me in the leg and approaches with the ax. I stop trying to escape to prevent him from the satisfaction of having a fun chase, and just kinda lay there. I then type, "What a douchebag," and then my character says it, with an awesome British accent, and somehow uses the perfect timing and tone to call someone a douchebag. I then say a bunch of other stuff that I don't recall, as he hasn't killed me yet. I then say, "Have fun with my nothing," and then he finishes me off. On global chat, I say that some person killed me for nothing. Then I find a cleaver and somehow combine it with something else to create something that looks like a cleaver with half of a sharp metal swastika on the back, although I think my dream mind was going for a ninja star of some sort. I challenge the guy to a duel over global chat, but I wake up before the rest happens.
Post by: Itnetlolor on January 14, 2014, 09:33:23 pm
Only major difference lately is that in each of these dreams, I've met all kinds of girls (since when was I such a catch? My waking life, as far as my history says, begs to differ, but hell, I'll take it as it is.), and it was as if they were talking to me telepathically when we were at a distance (hearing them as if they were next to me, even though they were at a distance), but normal once in comfortable range (beats the crap out of holding a phone for long(er) distance stuff)). Odd thing was, not only was that recurring girl a most often seen one, but a couple others were making appearances from other dreams. Most glaring thing now is that I can actually recognize them now; face, body, speech, even body language and how they act around me (and I can tell them apart easily). Even weirder had to be the fact that they made cameo appearances in other dreams (or past flings), and it was as if they were friends with each other when not hanging out with me (or my dreams have taken a turn for a harem plot or something), and I think if I recall correctly, I was checked out between dreams before they approached/tackled/surprised me in a way that I'd get the message clearly that they were into me. Needless to say, it was nice. Now if only such things happened in the waking world so often (or at least enough); but given their features, I doubt I would run into them. One detail that clings to mind, how many purple, red, or gold/yellow, and in a most-unusual case, prismatic (not rainbow colors, per-say, but an eye that changes color depending on the angle you look at them)) eyed people do you know, or how often are there people with any of those eye colors across the globe? Probably another nifty one had to be a couple of them having reflective retinas, looking like galaxies when I look into the pupils.
Furthermore, given their appearances and capabilities, I have my doubts I'd ever pass by anyone that cute/attractive and psychic while at it.
EDIT:
...Unless maybe they were off-world humans, or humanoid aliens that look identical to us, despite a feature or two being more on the exotic side (eye color, color complexion, culture, religious views/systems, etc.). Speaking of which, I do recall one or two of them speaking in a language I never heard before, yet understood (I still say it's the gift of tongues, at a linguistic level (what sounds like broken speech you'd hear during an exorcism could actually be us BS'ing about the Super Bowl or how much I sucked during Fantasy Football. Conversing in the language of the spirits, and we're discussing Fantasy Football. Welcome to The League (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Series/TheLeague).))
Post by: SealyStar on January 19, 2014, 10:21:46 am
Post by: Mr Space Cat on January 20, 2014, 09:29:05 am
In the other dream I apparently had been promoted to a prison guard of the prisons of Hell (yeah) and I was currently escorting a band of rebel humanoid/demon/whatevers to their holding cell. Hell had some very non Euclidean architecture, but there wasn't nearly as much fire as I was lead to believe. So anyway, after the group of rebels are locked into their cell, an image of Glorious Leadertm is presented to them from the sky above. The rebel leader howls defiance, shouting "Her mane is a dirty mess! She's unfit for leadership!" I retort "She'll just have to work with what she's got, bitch!" before slamming the cell closed and hearing the various demonthingies turn on one another and start ripping each other apart for eternity as punishment. Glorious fashonista rebel leader was the first to get mauled by her comrades.
Lesson learned, no eating peanut butter crackers before bed. It leads to images of demons, Hell, and scary static and shock images.
Post by: Graknorke on January 20, 2014, 01:07:17 pm
I had a dream about the Elder Scrolls universe in the modern era. It was mostly broad political jokes, like the Empire now being the United Provinces of Tamriel, which is fighting an unwinnable "war on terrorism" against "them dirty scalies" in the Black Marsh. Also, there was the People's Republic of Akavir where the Tamrielians got their cheap manufactured goods, and Skyrim was apparently independent (I guess that part is at least 50% canon), and was basically Fantasy Canada.I am incredibly jealous of your sleep-hallucinations.
On a related note, somebody please write fanfiction of this.
Post by: Yoink on January 20, 2014, 04:28:40 pm
This sorta crap is why I never sleep well. X_X
Spoiler: Blah, not well written and I didn't remember much of it anyway (click to show/hide)
Tl;dr: Started off with me playing an online shooter with long-lost friends, shifted into some sort of singleplayer story-driven game set on some creepy swamp-island, turned into terrifying flashbacks about a character's schizophrenic mother. Oh and she had the same name as the psychologist I'm supposed to see today. :o Just remembered that bit.
Post by: LeoLeonardoIII on January 20, 2014, 06:50:46 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on January 20, 2014, 10:10:43 pm
Ugh, I love and hate those dreams. In some cases, I enjoy the perks of certain environments and such (and the people I meet, the work I get, and the fun activities held there, and the scenery in many cases (floating islands are a trip and a half), like a vacation in a brainpan), and then on the other hand, it feels like I'm trying to claw my way out of Hell for the n-th time (post-lucid awareness that I can't wake myself up)). Fortunately, the universes operate under different rules, but unfortunately, that also means different metrics and different ways things could be measured by, or could be understood (and on that note of Metric, it gets aggravating trying to explain some of our math that we understand to another universe which took it at a different angle, or numerical system as their base. Doesn't help that in most-all cases, I have to learn a new language and customs of the general area, and adapt to their meals (dragons taste like chicken BTW, closer to turkey).). On the plus side, it does feel like in some dreams, I observe time at a different rate. In the real world, time is still passing by, but as far as I'm aware, time is also passing by at a different rate (basically, in some cases, it's like visiting Narnia, the time difference is absurd).
What doesn't help is that there's so much data to process, not all of it comes through. If anything, I think I'm observing my dreams like other realities, but when I wake up, I lose my memory of it, and the time that has passed on that end, regardless how much passed IRL/Waking world. What's more mind-boggling is that I remember that I remember when I come back in, but I forget that I forget when I wake up (the waking world/reality is just as easily shrugged off as when we wake up). Of course, now that I have an idea of both sides of the consciousness coin, I think I can explain how some of my brain works to myself a bit more clearly; I think my much crazier "mad scientist" side (aka my imagination) is almost fully restored. Now I just need to find a few familiar worlds to observe again.
If I can recall some of them, I'll tell you of some of the worlds and environments I've visited, and how operating as a different lifeform other than human (or operating a Symbiotic Bio-Gear), even abstract ones like Cherubim and Principalities and Powers feels like (having/using more than 2 eyes is weird, to start). None of the games I've played on a good buzz compare to these things. In a sense, I feel like our world is too closed-minded and confined, and rather small. Simply put, a tiny blue speck of dust in a colossal warehouse (Or simply, the Whoville Principle).
EDIT:
Now that I remember, after learning how to sleep with my eyes open (caught my interest, and is a good stealthy way to sleep)), at times I forget that I'm still looking at the real world while my brain enters a REM-like dream state. In a sense, it's like I can trigger myself to trip-out or hallucinate on-queue (or cue?). What's weirder, is that I think this is what we used to do as kids everytime we used our imagination to it's fullest potential (minus the sleep bit, dreaming while fully awake and physically active), and nearly interact with our dreams directly (in some cases, requiring more analog contact, like a cardboard tube or something) to better-simulate our dreams in real life in the waking world. Just a thought that came to mind. Come and think of it a little more, an open mind and a strong imagination is a hell of a shortcut to happiness and creativity, if I recall correctly. I sound like a kindergarten teacher saying something like that.
Post by: gman8181 on January 20, 2014, 11:32:19 pm
I over emphasize it though. It was actually more like a glorified time of skipping around from one rock to another except the rocks where all floating on lava. It wasn't scary but it felt sort of lonely and weird in a kind of "I'm lost" way. No demons or freaky monsters. Just empty barren plains and lakes of lava with a weird orange sky.
Post by: Sappho on January 21, 2014, 02:56:29 am
It being a dream, I prioritized getting that poop out of there discreetly. I gently pushed towards the other side of the closet, where my backpack could be seen hanging. The girls moved away and back into the party to let me by (their chosen drinks in hand), and I grabbed a tissue from the bag, scooped up the poo as though it were one of my cat's in his litter box, and raced towards the bathroom so I could plop it in the toilet before A. anyone noticed or B. I woke up. I just barely made it as I woke up, then frantically checked my pants (clean). I didn't even need to poop.
Strangest dream I've had in a long time, and I have strange dreams all night every night, and even before I fully fall asleep (and during the day when I fall asleep, I probably have narcolepsy)...
Post by: Caz on January 21, 2014, 03:30:39 am
Post by: Mesa on January 21, 2014, 07:35:31 am
Today I remember hearing a really nifty song in my dream (though the rest of it was really weird) but of course it was not real.
Post by: Caz on January 21, 2014, 07:37:25 am
One thing that really pisses me off about dreams is that things that sounds/look so awesome are more often than not fake.
Today I remember hearing a really nifty song in my dream (though the rest of it was really weird) but of course it was not real.
Haha, I get this. I've had dreams full of "omg good" plot ideas for writing, then I wake up and realise that they make absolutely no bloody sense. I mean, AK-47s in medieval England? Really, now.
Post by: kaijyuu on January 21, 2014, 07:42:06 am
At the end of the dream I got to look through the notes, and almost all of them said "you fucked up" and nothing else.
Post by: Mesa on January 21, 2014, 08:38:44 am
You don't see your own characters (here (http://www.awesomenauts.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=12&t=17955)) in your dreams from a very gamey perspective, do you. (including two clones of her for seemingly arbitrary reasons beyond "Hey, you're playing a custom game and you enabled picking of the same character on one team" which does seem to make relative sense, unlike my ramblings)
That said, I'm hoping for this character to become official one day, but hope is the best thing here.
That dream also included some sort of random map generator which supported Awesomenauts, some two other games (I think) and "a dwarf fortress". Yup, a game called "a dwarf fortress". Huh?
Post by: LeoLeonardoIII on January 21, 2014, 03:04:30 pm
Part of my dream last night was that I worked at a restaurant of some sort, and my boss took handwritten notes about my performance every time.This is beautiful
At the end of the dream I got to look through the notes, and almost all of them said "you fucked up" and nothing else.
Post by: VerdantSF on January 21, 2014, 07:08:40 pm
"In like a live-action game with mom and dad. Trying my best to get them to the next level. Fire arrows more like a sidearm slingshot for aim, dodge incoming fire and magic amazingly well. Way to next level is blocked by three cows, but I beat past them with a stick, causing them to stampede. Pig goes falling down central staircase. Mom has a large square jug of tea and dad is carrying luggage. Mom falls on her hip but can still walk. I take the jug and get her to move forward. Grab dad's suitcase, but he's winded and can barely walk. We get across bridge passage into Scotland, where we rest before tackling next level."
I'm in California and my parents are in South Carolina. I have no idea how Scotland got mixed up in the dream, but then again, it wasn't the most random element.
Post by: Mesa on January 22, 2014, 06:57:16 am
(http://i.imgur.com/YhkVRIK.png)
(unsure about the release date, but it was definitely 0.50; that's my birthday btw)
And got all kinds of happy. (and went to change my Steam username to "DF2014 BYATCHES"
Then I realized I was still at school (which was weird enough on its own) and my maths teacher was standing in front of me, since it was apparently Polish classes starting and IIRC I had to do something to do involving my (or my teacher's, as she later told me) grandmother, but since I forgot something, she got really disappointed and after that I lost track...
And then I woke up, disappointed sorely.
Then I had a series of short, but still somewhat related dreams, all of which involved me, my friend, trains and young children. (in one particular dream two girls were sitting with us and were all kinds of annoying, as you would expect 7 year olds to be)
My mind is trolling me, big time.
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on January 22, 2014, 03:54:05 pm
So, I'm in a metro train earl-aye in the mornin', and I'm feeling pretty sleepy - in that brain-damaged way you get when you consistently don't get enough sleep - like, dozing off and having waking dreams.
I have a seat to myself, and it's warm and comfy. So I fall asleep with my eyes half-open, and for some reason dream that I'm taking a hot bath with soap and everything. At the same time, I'm aware I'm on a metro train.
Somehow, the two realities intersect, and for a single terrifying moment I'm convinced that I'm naked and covered in soap on a public metro train.
I yelp and leap half a meter up, nearly giving myself a heart attack. The other people are all like "WTF you pothead stop smoking pot we hate you".
Explain yourself, brain.
Post by: Steelmagic on January 22, 2014, 04:19:34 pm
I was browsing the internets and suddenly I saw this:It took me a minute to remember what thread i was in. I was about to scream like a little girl before i remembered the context.
*snip*
And got all kinds of happy. (and went to change my Steam username to "DF2014 BYATCHES"
Then I realized I was still at school (which was weird enough on its own) and my maths teacher was standing in front of me, since it was apparently Polish classes starting and IIRC I had to do something to do involving my (or my teacher's, as she later told me) grandmother, but since I forgot something, she got really disappointed and after that I lost track...
And then I woke up, disappointed sorely.
Then I had a series of short, but still somewhat related dreams, all of which involved me, my friend, trains and young children. (in one particular dream two girls were sitting with us and were all kinds of annoying, as you would expect 7 year olds to be)
My mind is trolling me, big time.
Post by: VerdantSF on January 22, 2014, 05:42:39 pm
It took me a minute to remember what thread i was in. I was about to scream like a little girl before i remembered the context.SAME HERE.
Post by: Yoink on January 22, 2014, 08:04:59 pm
Oh, lemme tell you about my brain fucking me up.
So, I'm in a metro train earl-aye in the mornin', and I'm feeling pretty sleepy - in that brain-damaged way you get when you consistently don't get enough sleep - like, dozing off and having waking dreams.
I have a seat to myself, and it's warm and comfy. So I fall asleep with my eyes half-open, and for some reason dream that I'm taking a hot bath with soap and everything. At the same time, I'm aware I'm on a metro train.
Somehow, the two realities intersect, and for a single terrifying moment I'm convinced that I'm naked and covered in soap on a public metro train.
I yelp and leap half a meter up, nearly giving myself a heart attack. The other people are all like "WTF you pothead stop smoking pot we hate you".
Explain yourself, brain.
Hahahahaha that's awesome. xD
I've had moments somewhat like that, but never quite so dramatic- usually they just involve me realising I've dozed off in public and waking up with a start. Can't remember any dreams I've had in such situations, sadly.
Post by: Mesa on January 22, 2014, 08:27:17 pm
'Xactly what happened to me.It took me a minute to remember what thread i was in. I was about to scream like a little girl before i remembered the context.SAME HERE.
I'm sorry, folks.
Believe you me when I say that I screamed like a girl in that dream (could even feel my heart beating harder, lol)
You know you really want something to come out when you start to get dreams about it.
Now watch as Toady releases it on that very day.
I think I also remember seeing a glimpse of a devlog about a hotfix/minor release, but no details on that one.
Post by: Itnetlolor on January 23, 2014, 01:23:16 am
You know you really want something to come out when you start to get dreams about it.Well then. According to that, maybe I need to get out more often again. I'll wait until the weather improves before I look around, or at least hit up my siblings for some assistance.
On the plus side, for Christmas, I got a custom-made surfboard. So that's a good start.
EDIT:
Actually, maybe I just need to get over myself and my past failures with the ladies. Unlike most people, at least I attempted all those times, instead of not approaching and regretting being in the dark the whole time; so maybe my list of failures shouldn't be looked at as me being a failure with the ladies, but rather, me being pretty gorram persistent (and arrogant as it sounds, the ladies I was hitting on not having a sense of taste where quality is concerned in regards to dating; their loss.), and having actually worked up the balls to go through with it that many times (mind you, I'm the paranoid-cautious type that doesn't normally do this, and I did it several times; and unlike most people's expectations, I seeked companionship/player-2/partner-in-crime, not a one-night stand/fuck-buddy); funny enough, one of the ladies of my dreams mentioned something along those lines while I was dancing with them, which was needless to say, enlightening. Screw going to a therapist, my dreams rock as a form of therapy. Tells me both what I need AND what I want to hear.
All in all, I got most of my good advice this way, and I feel like a different person, or more like my classic childhood self again (aka- Nostalgia Mode: Spiritual Edition, where it seems at the very core of my being, I'm my old old old OLD self, which is ironically, extremely childish, but in a fun way, not in a non-functioning member of society way, AKA- Man-child. It's more like my inner child is one with my core personality again.). Back in a day where I was care free, and life didn't show it's ugly side all the time. Oddly enough, since I've taken this direction in spiritual evolution (again), my days have unusually taken a turn for the better nowadays, and I've been noticing myself being happier more frequently. I want to learn more about, and behind, this so I can maintain and replicate this effect, and even teach others how to do it as well, because it has motivated me to add to my New Year's Resolution: Be Happy. Simply, just that. My happiness takes higher priority than everything else (but know where to draw the line as to not inconvenience everyone else, or minimize interference with important Real Life stuff where it could cause more harm than good).
Post by: Mr Space Cat on January 23, 2014, 09:01:35 am
Conveniently enough, that's when there was a giant explosion and a mushroom cloud could be seen on the horizon. We were all like "Oh shiiiiieeeeet." and then there were even more nuclear explosions going off all around us. We were surrounded by nukes. No words can describe my thoughts at that moment, except maybe "We are so screwed" multiplied by infinity. Oh, and this was on Christmas morning apparently.
This being a dream, we were not torn apart from the collision of all the different shockwaves from all the different nukes, we just drove home immediately. Physics, what physics?
Shit's escalating quickly. There's panic everywhere, there's storms and flooding and more nukes going off all around the country, the internet has been restricted for emergency use only. Family is panicking and getting a boat for living on due to all the crazy flooding going on. Last scene I remember is that I was watching youtube videos like nothing was wrong.
During a nuclear apocalypse, I was wasting time on the internet. That was rather anticlimactic. Then I woke up.
Post by: Itnetlolor on January 23, 2014, 09:35:05 am
Post by: Mr Space Cat on January 23, 2014, 05:16:21 pm
Post by: Graknorke on January 23, 2014, 05:25:13 pm
Post by: Sappho on January 24, 2014, 02:59:44 am
Post by: Squill on January 24, 2014, 10:44:54 pm
I dreamed that I was in a sort of cavernous mine type thing, who knows how deep underground. Occasionally there is a strange creature, but I shoot it with an unknown weapon. I've been watching a lot of Binding of Isaac videos lately, which showed in that I was looking for something hidden behind a wall. It was something that started with an s, I think it might have been called the Silo, but I can't quite remember. Eventually I tap on a wall, and it collapses inwards. I step into the gap, and find myself on a wooden platform, with a ragged edge. Looking down, I see the cavern continue into the darkness, and the walls are studded with crystals and streaks of gold. There's some rats, but my logic, which now is a combination of dream and video game logic, tells me that they are the easiest foes I can face. I'm getting ready to jump down, when I feel the sort of same sense of dread that I get often in dreams. As usual, I jump down anyway, trip on the landing, and fall face down. I flip back over, and the cave is completely different. Up until then, the area was lit up by an unseen light source, as is common in video games. Now, it is extremely dark and I can't see anything. The wooden platform, which was about seven or eight feet up when I jumped, is now only about one or two feet from the ground, so I don't have room to get up. I can barely move, and then I see the rats begin to gather. They start approaching slowly, one by one, and I kick at them. They begin to bite at my feet, which for some reason don't have shoes anymore. The bites are now taking out small pieces of skin and flesh, and I am now scared enough to wake up.
I'm not normally scared of rats, but the idea of being unable to move while small animals slowly nibble me to death is rather terrifying.
Post by: Yoink on January 29, 2014, 05:43:59 pm
Only other part I can remember was myself taking the role of a space marine and blasting some red daemons.
Post by: Graknorke on January 29, 2014, 07:18:31 pm
Post by: Steelmagic on January 29, 2014, 07:54:07 pm
As we were setting up our trap (conveniently right outside my house) the people who lived across the street began robbing my friend. With the woman up close and her husband at a distance. I saw this but couldn't get to my rifle (that i apparently had) and so did the only thing i could think of and threw my steel helmet at her. Against all odds it hit her right in the face with a satisfying clang/thunk noise and flew back to me.
She was naturally rather angry about that and so while my friend ran like hell, her and her husband began trying to shoot me. I dove behind the nearest house and planned to ambush her when she passed by chasing my friend and probably kill her with my helmet. But she saw it coming and stayed away from the corner. I managed to dodge a few shots but things were looking bad when out of nowhere my dog jumped at her and attacked. He jumped away and she shot him in the back which enraged my and caused me to charge at her helmet in hand. She shot me but it did nothing, since i was unbelievably pissed about her shooting my dog and intended to kill her. Then i woke up.
I still have no idea why they robbed my friend or why we were destroying specific vehicles or why my helmet seemed to function as a boomerang.
Post by: Haspen on February 04, 2014, 02:34:52 am
I had this adventure book called 'The Coming of Al-Taro, Death of Atlantis' with me so I began to read it and surprise surprise, it was about young children from Atlantis locked in big shop. We then found out that the store was already closed for the night but not everyone left. There was Vladislav, a 40yrs old father with mustache and big arms; there was John, a black-skinned tourist from US, and an elderly couple and there were some other people which I don't remember anymore.
We tried to turn on a computer so we could send an email calling for help but it fried and we couldn't call for help so we decided to just use the wending machines in the offices to get food. Alas, the machines began to spit our money as burnt, molten slag which further implied demonic forces in the works. After some time, I got to the Chapter 2 of the book and that's where a girl called Annie appeared to the main protagonist. Lo and behold, we find Annie the red-head and her nerdy boyfriend in the foodstuff section of the shop, eating dinner.
So we talked and we got some more premonitions about Taro, including a demonic laughter when we approached section with... gay romance novels. We didn't go there but that was the moment which struck me with certain idea, so I've began to read my adventure book very carefully. It was very similar to what was happening to us so I began to flip the book few chapters each and soon, just like kids in the book, we have met Pazan the Satyr who explained to us that Al-Taro is Death and kills all whom he shows up to and that the mall is haunted.
Apparently I fell asleep from exhaustion and have a dream about making a game in RPG Maker XP where my soldier guy delves into some caves and then into pyramid to face his fears and destroy some god but in the end he and Pazan (who was in the game too) got horribly murdered in some wonky crystal cave. I woke up in the mall again because I was hungry.
Pazan then takes us to the gay romance novels sections and suddenly Al-Taro appears (your usual grim reaper). Pazan screams, falls to the floor and melts into puddle of tar as Al-Taro dissappears with laughter. By that time there was like 8 or so people locked in the mall including an elderly couple of christians who somehow procured several two-litre bottles of holy water? Anyways; that was the moment in which I simply flipped to the end of the book to check what happens... Apparently we're all gonna die because Al-Taro will flood the mall with demons and hellhounds and what have you, at midnight. So I gathered everyone and explained to them that we have to die but we're not gonna make it easy for Death to get us.
We began to make barricades in the 'lost and found luggage' section, and stock on holy water and bladed weapons (this was Poland and thus no guns, but John pulled out a big-ass shotgun out of his hoodie somehow). Unfortunately Vladislav went mad, locked himself in intercom office booth and set himself on fire. We all heard his screams.
We had pretty impressive barricades made from cardboard boxes and plastic chairs and candy floss bags, and just in time; midnight happened with lots of church bell heard outside the store, but unlike we've hoped, the demons began to appear not at the mall's doors, but in the very inside of our barricades; cheating bastards. John gunned few before getting his head and spine pulled out of his body. My friends and elderly couple and other people didn't last long either, the blades not doing anything to the devils and holy water only sizzling them a bit.
The last thing before waking up I remember is that I crawled in blood, along the shiny tiled floor of the market and didn't feel anything lower than my chest so I guess I was ripped in half and crawling around in shock.
That's when I woke up.
Post by: Yoink on February 04, 2014, 01:38:12 pm
Anyway,i just woke up and need to post this so I can go back to sleep.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I can remember a few elements of the dream from occurrences/thoughts yesterday (such as my hate of buzzcuts), but I have no idea what could have caused a nightmare, save for my attempts to create myself a sleeping ' schedule'...
Post by: Fniff on February 05, 2014, 05:12:50 am
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I noticed the gamer part of me. I killed three people (Well, one gorilla) in a situation that could have been a nightmare. I did have a sense of panic and worry throughout it.
Post by: nomoetoe on February 05, 2014, 06:23:58 pm
I was then on top of a big van with a group of people, I was being annoying so they kicked me off the van. I got up and ran on the air back to the van and jumped on and started laughing about how I ran on air.
They didn't really care, so we got in the vehicle (it was bigger on the inside) and did stuff.
We were then in a gym talking about stuff then we had a problem with a super insect robot infestation.
After sometime of being scared and complaining I was sent in to kill them I at first had trouble killing them with my weapons (because I couldn't aim at all) but after I got one a bunch of them came out I killed them.then I saw a big one but it evaporated.
Then I was with some people apparently I replaced someone to infiltrate America. We were outside and there were zombies attacking.
I was shooting them they were hard to kill I think I killed just one, but we got in our vehicles and headed to mount Rushmore. I could see it in the distance even though it was several hundred miles away. then I woke up. :D
Post by: Nirur Torir on February 07, 2014, 09:55:41 pm
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Post by: mastahcheese on February 07, 2014, 10:00:01 pm
My line of thought went as follows:
Woo! New release! It's here!
...I'll have to wait until work to actually try it, though.
... ...And now I lost that bet with the map.
And then I woke up.
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Post by: Loud Whispers on February 16, 2014, 05:23:01 am
So what better dream to have than a dream where all moths are the size of dogs and possess claws and arms they use to try dismember you with in your sleep?
Post by: Facekillz058 on February 16, 2014, 06:12:44 am
They were all made out of liquid containers, like milk jugs, shampoo bottles, etc.
And that's about all I remember.
Post by: Mesa on February 17, 2014, 12:08:52 pm
Today I had a dream about me playing something that was supposedly a really old version of Minecraft (probably for nostalgia's sake), when they've (apparently) introduced a new type of grass, which somehow was a ground-breaking (hah!) change. Unsure how.
Anyway, I was in a sort of canyon at night, and the view distance was extremely tiny. Smaller than the current in-game minimum, but later on I've switched it to be a bit bigger. It was still pretty damn dark though, and the way I remember it, torches were bugged to the point where they didn't actually provide any lighting when placed, despite the fact I was placing them all over the damn thing. You would expect that kind of bugs to happen in what seemed like alpha, though.
I also remember visiting the wiki, which stated that the world height has evolved from 1, 2, 3, 4 blocks to an infinite amount, with an appropriate .gif of a flat world with a hole in it....
It was weird. And I haven't even played Minecraft in...
Ages?
Post by: Guardian G.I. on February 17, 2014, 02:27:44 pm
Post by: Steelmagic on February 20, 2014, 08:56:37 pm
Post by: Graknorke on February 21, 2014, 05:49:40 am
Then I woke up and checked the milk and it was actually out of date.
[ghostnoises]Woooooooooo~[/ghostnoises]
Sometimes I wish that I could remember better things in my sleep than the best-before dates of food items.
Post by: Itnetlolor on February 21, 2014, 05:36:39 pm
Funny enough, for games with more players, other recurring characters from other dreams (especially my alternate reality I reference in the art thread) join in the fray. So now I'm racing against what would amount to my crew (which this one seems to be a part of), and a couple dream girls from other realms added in as filler competition (not as good as the legion of badasses I'm up against) in games like Super Laser Racer, in Tron (Legacy) immersion levels (with the scenery to match, which needless to say, my imagination rocks at replications/mimicry of all things that exist and don't; sometimes, including death (did a test suicide before, just to explore the option being turned off. Fortunately, I respawn instead of waking up, but it doesn't change the fact that dying fucking hurts. BTW, being de-rezzed hurts like hell. Imagine being cubed by the finest blades around as you are turned into voxels which also crumble on the floor when they land. Yeah... it does hurt like hell.), and other games like Need For Speed, Burnout, Star Wars: X-Wing Alliance (space battles), Crimson Skies, Unreal Tournament... The list goes on.
Spoiler: Gets a little ranty here (click to show/hide)
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on February 22, 2014, 02:19:23 am
I had a dream where the milk was out of date.
Then I woke up and checked the milk and it was actually out of date.
[ghostnoises]Woooooooooo~[/ghostnoises]
Same shit here.
[ghostnoises]WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO[/ghostnoises]
Post by: MaximumZero on February 27, 2014, 10:37:47 am
Post by: kaijyuu on February 27, 2014, 01:26:49 pm
Had a dream that my big box electronics store started selling lingerie. Of course, despite employing a handful of women ( including the store's manager), I was the only employee qualified to sell it, including measurements, custom fitting, and tailoring. I know nothing about lingerie in real life. WTF, brain?Was it a good dream or a nightmare? Or surprisingly boring despite being about women's underwear?
Post by: MaximumZero on February 28, 2014, 04:41:32 pm
Surprisingly boring. I was, after all, at work.Had a dream that my big box electronics store started selling lingerie. Of course, despite employing a handful of women ( including the store's manager), I was the only employee qualified to sell it, including measurements, custom fitting, and tailoring. I know nothing about lingerie in real life. WTF, brain?Was it a good dream or a nightmare? Or surprisingly boring despite being about women's underwear?
Post by: Steelmagic on March 01, 2014, 12:22:49 am
At one point while driving to the store with my brother i noticed two women on a Motorcycle trying to shine a laser pointer in my brother's eyes and make him crash, they noticed i saw them and drove off before i could shoot them with the gun i apparently had. When we got to the store we saw them again, but they failed to notice us so we grabbed the unstable explosives that were apparently in our truck and left that area.
I was then tasked with (illegally) buying alcohol for the party, since we aren't letting Chinese assassins stop our party. While buying them i also fell in love with the Self-checkout, because apparently i can speak to and see human looking avatars of electronics and machinery. So using the fake ID that i apparently took from a vampire i killed earlier (So much shit getting pulled from nowhere) i illegally bought beer and left despite wanting to stay with the self-checkout. Then i woke up, confused over all of this shit that never got explained. Brain, please have some sort of lead up or explanation to these things.
Post by: Sinistar on March 01, 2014, 03:38:41 am
Then I was awoken by IRL sound of dogs barking outside.
Apparently even the animals are sick of the shit that goes down in the human world, even if it is just a dream.
Before that I had a strange combination of hillbillies, sex and apparently a Blair Witch Project + Ringu hybrid/rip-off. Let us rather not talk about that.
Post by: Squill on March 02, 2014, 08:28:23 am
and we had to play slot machines constantly to eat cake or we'd die.What.
Anyways, so I just woke up from a pretty shitty dream. It started out normal, if not a bit dull. There was some girl who was relying on my sister to drive her home after school. She lived in a location that I remembered how to get to in real life. The only problem was, for whatever reason I didn't have my drivers license, and somehow I barely knew how to operate the car. So I start driving, and I start to get better at driving, and then we drive for much longer than it should have taken and make several stops along the way, then I drop her off and leave. No weird incidents, no being pulled over by police, no car crashes. The only thing weird that happened was people kept on insisting that we were in a relationship, which bothered me much more than we should have.
So then I have nothing to do, and all of a sudden I end up at some sort of big party or event, probably a festival of some kind. I remembered that I went there because I wanted to make new friends. I start wandering around, and then I see some people from school in a tent of some sort. I go in and start trying to talk to them, but they just look at me strangely and then leave. I keep on wandering around, and after a bit, I realize that every time I try to talk to people, I seemingly somehow ruin the conversation for them, and they walk away. Eventually I get very depressed, because it no one wants to talk to me, and I can't leave the event until it's over for some reason, so I start sitting in a corner and looking distraught. I still have a small bit of hope that someone will see me and come over to ask what's wrong, but even the people that do see me just look away and keep on walking. Eventually, the event ends and I wake up upon leaving.
Post by: MaximumZero on March 02, 2014, 10:03:28 am
The contest begins. Kobayashi stars screaming at full volume right in my face, and slapping hotdogs out of my hands. I push him away, and he comes at me, swinging hotdogs, slapping me in the face with them. I meekly jab him with my left hand, and he explodes in a shower of ketchup, mustard, and hotdog pieces. Suzanne Somers begins beating me with a giant hotdog. I cover up, and the entire crowd, and all the other competitors join in, beating me with hotdogs of all kinds. I'm still eating. Everyone explodes into hotdogs. Millions of them. Hotdogs everywhere.
Everything is hotdogs. I am alone in a post apocalyptic city, eating hotdogs forever.
Post by: Akura on March 02, 2014, 11:24:02 am
I also remember I was pissed because I had a bunch of laundry to do, had brought it with my, but no money to go to a laundromat, and really pissed because someone had tossed the bags down to the bottom of a stairwell in the hotel.
I think the demon relative is from one of my relatives having recently been married to someone of some Middle Eastern ethnicity, though I'm not sure what. Immediately, my family was calling him a traitor to the family, traitor to America, that sort of thing, and saying that she was only marrying him to stay in the country and taking advantage of the recent death of his mother(I think). I did say I wasn't 100% on whether or not the demon was the one that married into the family.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on March 02, 2014, 12:35:49 pm
It detailed the days before everyone got on the shuttle to the station, in which the dead of the previous round were cloned, the traitors were reeducated, and the survivors debriefed.
The antagonist was the Operator (not in actual game).
The person playing Slenderman targeted all the males first and left their corpses in plain sight wherever large groups of people resided.
This left my character (Hyacinthe Bisset, the irritated, easily-confused chemist-chef from the independent state of Alsace-Lorraine with the dyed-dark-red hair and excessively bright cyan eyes) still alive.
The captain and head engineer were deciding on the layout of the ship while the rest usually stayed in one-room apartments in a similar style to the average Dwarf Fortress.
There was a couch, a TV, a window, and a door, and that was it in a 2x3 to 3x3 tile carpeted room.
Soon word got out that some unfamiliar entity was abducting and murdering people, so the HE had all of his soon-to-be underlings go out and install window blinds on all the windows of the apartments and leave a thick blanket on the couches for sleeping under, which was a really crappy protection from him.
Eventually, next to none of the men were still alive, the last non-head remaining being a child (not in actual game).
He was killed while everyone else was trying to alleviate stress by loitering around in one corner of the maintenance shafts of the WIP-ship.
His corpse was dropped into the area of the maintenance shaft everyone was in and now all of the survivors were pissed off.
This one woman, an engineer I believe, was masterful at getting the others to agree with her rage and follow her.
The dream ended with a mob of mechanics, medical staff, a janitor, and a chef rampaging through the under-construction ship and converging on Slenderman.
Post by: Furtuka on March 02, 2014, 12:58:31 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on March 02, 2014, 03:25:10 pm
I was in my room and I was reading about caves on wikipedia.
I then found a small shark and realized I needed to go to the future to stop a paradox from happening.
I got to the future and went into a classroom, I had the shark and some other animals and saved the future. (I have no idea how)
At this point the pov shifted away from me to these guys far in the future, they couldn't go into the past for some reason, so the guy in charge got 3 holes drilled into his and and some weird liquid was inserted into him. He went into the past and didn't see what he did.
I was at the point were I stopped the paradox again but now the animals and shark were small and CGI. I was then in space as a dalek and I went to a space station.
I got in and turned into myself and my cousin, We entered a room that had a kitchen and some chairs. I was given some chicken and mint popcorn was being cooked.
The people living there were crazy they thought they thought World War 2 was going on.
After going around I noticed the base had tons of plants, the pov changed again and I was a small toy plane with Hitlers face on it, I was being chased by big planes and was shot at. Then the scene changed to a colorful valley but it faded away.
I was then reading fanfiction but I was in the story and some guys were trying to take away some black children because they racist, I tried to help the kids but I realized it wasn't real then this was happening at my home.
Apparently one of the kids killed one of those men.
and the rest is best unknown. :-X
Post by: BFEL on March 02, 2014, 04:48:04 pm
I have no idea what business Cesar Milan had on the ISS, let alone what business I did, but there you go.
Also I needed to pee.
Maybe they were being haunted by the ghost of Laika? Fuck if I know.
Post by: MaximumZero on March 02, 2014, 09:10:19 pm
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Post by: Yoink on March 02, 2014, 09:46:46 pm
Can't remember how the hell it started, only that it was incredibly violent and after some misfortune-or-other one ambitious, ruthless criminal ended up forced to bust his way out of a police station after being betrayed(?) and arrested.
Also there, in the holding cells, was a far less experienced, strictly smalltime crook. I can't remember what he'd done to get arrested, pretty sure it was some kind of kidnapping for money or such. I saw most of the dream from his viewpoint.
Perhaps making it even more awesome: as far as I can remember, these two criminals were, for some reason, anthropomorphic foxes. I don't think anyone ever really found that strange; they wore clothes like normal humans but just happened to be fox-people. Not sure if other people were anthropomorphic critters or not, or even if these two were for the entire dream.
Fox 1 made his breakout in truly dramatic form, goading one of the cops into attacking him and then getting the chain of his handcuffs around the guy's neck and holding him hostage, threatening to strangle him with them if the others didn't do as he said. Don't remember the specifics, but shortly he had a handgun as well, and shortly after that he was uncuffed.
Then he wanted to find some sort of records or something, can't remember exactly why. All I know is that he ended up gunning down every cop in the building in an ultra-violent scene, and killing most everyone else as well, since they were potential witnesses.
Only Fox 2 was spared, who was me at this point, and only because he/I grovelled before Fox 1 and begged to be spared, promising that we wouldn't dream of reporting this, that instead we'd be a good accomplice for him, and a bunch of other promises/entreaties. Eventually, to my amazement, he agreed and lowered his gun and left.
I shakily followed him outside into a dreary, miserable day in whatever city this was set in, and we got into his car (?).
After that I don't remember very clearly, but suffice to say it was badass, incredibly violent and very entertaining.
Not sure exactly what Fox 1's goals were in his crime spree, but our lovable loser, Fox 2 did his best to gain the respect of the ruthless criminal genius with his sidekick skills and general lack of principle.
Eventually, though, we ended up on the run, and broke into some impressive (yet tasteful) mansion on the side of a country road, where we planned to lay low and hide out for a while, as the owners were seemingly on holiday.
Unfortunately we attracted some attention quite quickly as we began to party, and although we managed to disable a few potential witnesses by inviting them in to party with us, eventually the jig was up.
Fox 1 called some old associate of his to help us out, some terrifying, ultra-deadly elite hitman who occasionally sorted things out for people- although his favours didn't come cheaply, and this was a desperate measure on Fox 1's part.
Don't remember quite what happened, but he ended up betraying us and taking some valuable files we had, then... nailing us both to a wall? My dream suddenly decided to bend physics, and we were bent up into weird shapes and nailed to a wall. Oh well.
Then Fox 1 finally managed to activate some power of his that he'd been told he had, somewhere along the way, and gave Fox 2 the boost he needed to wriggle them both of the wall and escape. For some reason this also turned our outfits into rather... fancy ones, and made Fox 1 become suddenly obsessed with his own ass.
After a decent while of admiring ourselves, we snapped out of it, rearranged our outfits into something awesome but somewhat less tacky, and charged off to raid some huge government office for some reason. At this point things got even sillier, with the both of us suddenly having bullet time abilities and dual-wielding pistols, diving through large rooms whilst blazing away at our enemies etc. etc. etc.
Sadly, I woke up after that. Maybe it was me slowly waking up that caused things to get so silly towards the end, I don't know.
Wish I could remember more of that dream 'cause it was very, very entertaining.
Sorry if I rambled a bit, still sleepy.
Post by: TD1 on March 04, 2014, 12:22:49 pm
Needless to say, we crashed.
Then the dream zoomed in on a newspaper article; Bus crashes. Local man saved by hero monkey.
Then I woke up. I assume the local man was me. I also recall being rather annoyed that they called the monkey a hero.
Post by: nomoetoe on March 04, 2014, 06:56:38 pm
Much later in the dream I had this weird device, it let me travel to different locations and time, it also had various functions such as making people very muscular, I had accidentally ruined the body of some guy with the muscleness feature and went back in time and the guy was gone. I was now in my sisters room and my eldest sister was in there, then some guy I knew came in with a belt and hit her with it.
My device stopped working for some reason, apparently I was pushing the wrong button, when I pushed the right button it went black for a bit (I think I was waking up) then I was in my base/room. Some people were trying to stop this and he apparently knew were the door to my secret base was, I said "let him in" but he found the door/wall to the base I quickly grabbed him and ordered the guards inside to do anything to keep him out.
He tried to get in again and was successful so I jumped on him and the base was now a plane,we ended up in the cockpit breaking the plane apart, we were now in the fuselage I knocked him out and a velociraptor appeared. I said "bring it on" and prepared to fight it, but I saw my device and a parachute so I grabbed the stuff and jumped out, I was now watching me fall in third person I closed my eyes and disappeared.
There was now an image of a newspaper telling about the kid, he apparently had implants in his head to find my base. Sad music was playing and someone was saying "how could this happen" and then i woke up.
Post by: TD1 on March 05, 2014, 11:39:23 am
Post by: Itnetlolor on March 05, 2014, 11:22:19 pm
I don't know why, but my dreams seem to feature Newspaper Articles heavily? Perhaps my life calling is that of a reporter!
Spoiler: Head's Up!!! (click to show/hide)
Post by: Steelmagic on March 06, 2014, 12:25:57 am
My friends (including death goddess) were sent on a mission and i stayed behind for some reason and just attended an incredibly important religious ceremony to the elves which they tolerated since i was helping them.
Now, our goddess wasn't an incredibly boring and depressing goddess and was in fact completely insane, like totally off of her head but was a loyal friend despite this. There were 2 gods of death, her and her brother, who according to her "whines all the time about me not being more calm and is depressing all the time." She's a goddess of whatever won't let the dead rest, grave robbers, bodies being washed up, the undead, that kind of thing.
So during this quiet religious ceremony that is not to be interrupted she literally kicks in the door and yells as loudly as she can "We kicked their asses! Give us our reward!" I drag her outside to yell at her and am assured that it's ok, they even let her attend the rest of the ceremony. So i go and pick up the reward while the ceremony ends at which point she informs me that she overheard that they blame me for her antics (which she actually feels bad about) and they plan to kill me and make it look like an accident and asks what we should do. At this point, i have had it with these bastards so i tell her and my other friend that tomorrow before they try to kill me, we're going to sneak out of the encampment that we were staying in, get Rommel's troops (earlier we had enlisted Erwin Rommel for if we're ever in a tight spot), come back and kill all of these corrupt pointy-eared fucks. Goddess is absolutely delighted to hear this and (I'm not sure if seriously or not) declares her love for me right there.
I spend the rest of the night calmly playing video games with my friend and get ready for bed, when goddess comes in and tells us that the plan is starting early. I planned for this fortunately and escape out the window of our room while goddess tells me to be careful. At this point, i have nothing on but my underwear and no supplies whatsoever. I end up having to sleep in the forest in my underwear with no blanket or anything. Then i wake up the next morning with a blanket thrown over me and a death goddess standing over me smiling with a division of panzers behind her she simply says, "sleep well?"
Then i wake up (and promptly force myself back to sleep because I'm tired.) We had a few more adventures but that was the most noteworthy.
Post by: Yoink on March 06, 2014, 07:38:51 am
In the first I'd apparently been sent to some weird, very low-security prison camp kinda thing... actually I think it was more like one of those creepy behavioural camps people have been discussing lately. Can't remember much else, apart from some guy getting gunned down by guards in an escape attempt early on in the dream. Other than that bit, the place seemed pretty chillaxed. (Holy crap, chillaxed is a word?!)
In the one I had later, after waking up for a while, all I remember is the ending.
I and some other person broke into some strange sort of prison/asylum/testing facility containing various primates and starting busting them out. We won over the cute secretary who was manning the front desk after we broke in there, and I remember repeatedly fighting the fat boss/overseer of the place as we charged through, pursued by security, the hot secretary, and a horde of screeching monkeys of all shapes and sizes.
At one point I shoved the boss-man arse-first into a large rubbish bin, beat him savagely around the head with a small plastic wastebasket, and then stuck it on his head before running off.
I remember that the dream had a very unsatisfying ending- I woke up just as my group were about to round a corner to find whatever it was that we'd originally gone there for. Can't remember what it was, though. :P
Post by: Squill on March 07, 2014, 04:48:35 pm
me, one of my friends, and a goddess of deathBest. Sitcom. Ever
Post by: Knit tie on March 07, 2014, 05:15:56 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on March 09, 2014, 02:25:37 am
We must unite for our genetics could make superior being€s that are on a higher level of existence.
and our offspring shall destroy the world.
I had a dream that baboons wiped out humanity and I was one of the only (if not last) humans in the world.
Later on in the dream I became the god of postcards.
Post by: Arx on March 09, 2014, 06:33:49 am
I was tested; I fought against a hulking brute of a man, and defeated him by using a javelin as a staff, bending it in the process. I also fought, using a dagger, against someone who appeared to me to be an old woman, but I knew to be somehow something more; she was aided by four others. One, a middle aged lady dressed in a blue dress and with thinning black hair, moved quickly but never made an attempt to injure me. One was a tall man who looked to be in his thirties; he was bald, and dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt, and moved incredibly slowly. I do not remember the other two, save for the fact that they too were glacial in their motions. They tried to bar me from reaching my equipment (two books [I think one was my Bible], a jacket, my javelin and my dagger), but I charged at them and scattered them, retrieving the dagger. My opponent yielded in moments after I had the dagger.
I was then accepted among them; their leader, whose name I knew but now escapes me (it was of an Arabic flavour [Edit: Khemir?]), summoned them to council with a phrase, which I also knew, but have since forgotten. I tucked my dagger into my belt on my way there. We sat in an oval with the leader at one tip; there were thirty-eight of us in total, 13 on one side and 25 on the other. The leader made a speech; it had something to do with his resignation, and possibly death. He referred to the day as his "dying-day", and when someone voiced an objection about something said he had the power to deny them his "25 dots and 13 red". They shut up after that.
A meal then appeared on the table (The table appeared too, I think); it consisted solely of a whole roast stag. The man sitting next to me was young, with short black hair; he was dressed in a high-collared black shirt. He complained of the fact that the leader was having the main course served first; I pointed out that it was his dying-day, and that he was entitled to a few idiosyncrasies. We spent the rest of the meal discussing the finer points of Oladic starters.
At this point, I woke up.
Edit: I remember a couple more things.
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on March 09, 2014, 07:08:23 am
Post by: Arx on March 09, 2014, 08:22:13 am
Stranger dreams include the time I was a skeleton warrior, producing underlings at a rate of 267/s, which I was proud of, as it was nearly three times as fast as the two other skeleton warriors, each only going at 89/s. I then became human and needed to meet someone who I knew would try to kill me, so I arranged for it to take place in a room with two doors. We were locked in; he tried to knife me, but I literally threw him aside, and then manifested a window to exit through.
That was unusual, though. They tend to resemble short scenes or clips from movies, and if I remember anything, I remember everything, including strange details.
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on March 09, 2014, 08:57:43 am
Post by: SealyStar on March 09, 2014, 09:04:05 am
I had a dream involving me, one of my friends, and a goddess of death having all sorts of wacky adventures. The one that matters most is when we were captured by elves and forced to work for them. Well the elves told us that we would be rewarded for our services, but saying no to a job still meant we were to be executed. Our goddess friend couldn't use her incredible goddess power for reasons we were trying to find out before being captured and so we were stuck with the elves, who were a sort of incredibly corrupt business rather than representing the whole race.Lord of the Rings elves or Christmas elves? I imagine the latter, just because it's even funnier that way.
Post by: Steelmagic on March 09, 2014, 09:09:09 am
Lord of the Rings Elves. But Christmas elves are funnier so feel free to imagine it was those little pointy-eared bastards, rather than the other pointy-eared bastards.I had a dream involving me, one of my friends, and a goddess of death having all sorts of wacky adventures. The one that matters most is when we were captured by elves and forced to work for them. Well the elves told us that we would be rewarded for our services, but saying no to a job still meant we were to be executed. Our goddess friend couldn't use her incredible goddess power for reasons we were trying to find out before being captured and so we were stuck with the elves, who were a sort of incredibly corrupt business rather than representing the whole race.Lord of the Rings elves or Christmas elves? I imagine the latter, just because it's even funnier that way.
Post by: Eric Blank on March 10, 2014, 04:18:43 pm
I was at first in a college atmosphere, trying to play dwarf fortress on the local computer kiosks. There was some guy there I talked to for a bit before security caught on and attempted to arrest me. Apparently playing freeware on their machines is a felony? I wandered around the store a bit, pretending to know nothing about their attempts to find some asshole who was using their computers, before fleeing authorities in a car, trying to get through checkpoints that popped up every once in a while and avoiding suspicion from drones and helicopters circling overhead. The end goal was apparently an off-shore spire, pretty short really if you ignore the part extending to the sea bed, that acted as some sort of world-terraforming machine. There was a dude in there that explained shit, but God help us if I ever pay attention to my dreams.
Some time before that I had another college-related dream in which I was wandering between classes I'd never signed up for because I hate my philosophy class, trying to pass off as a student of that class so I didn't get kicked out. I think this is my sub-conscious mind trying to tell me that yes, my philosophy instructor is a pain in the ass and that if I just pretend they don't exist I might have a chance at passing my other classes and maintaining a respectable GPA and remain eligible for financial aid. I'm still debating whether or not this is actually the way to go. History and Politics are easy as balls, Philosophy is easy as a theory but the homework requirements are murderous and prevent me from focusing on Calculus, which is actually important to my progression, and which I'm quite bad at.
Post by: SealyStar on March 10, 2014, 10:14:58 pm
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on March 11, 2014, 03:42:32 am
Dunno about realistic - it just begins with Arab warriors, and ends with Arab warriors, with Arab warriors in between, instead of beginning with Arab warriors, progressing into something Freudian about your mom, and ending with octopi stealing dolphin cheese.The bit with the "25 dots and 13 red" as well as the "dying-day" references were nicely cryptic and consistent in style. I do not mean that the dream makes total sense, just that it's not totally retarded and nonsensical, and has a plot where events are related by a logic that makes sense to somebody who is not asleep.Logically sound, but not realistic?
Post by: Edmus on March 11, 2014, 04:46:59 am
Post by: Mr Space Cat on March 11, 2014, 10:26:21 am
So that was weird. No one really noticed anything different, except I was constantly wondering why I even thought going to school naked was a good idea. "I knew I shouldn't have gone to school naked, has anyone noticed, oh man. There's a cute girl, oh god what if she notices I'm naked why did I do this." etc.
Other weird bits of dream include the release of an ancient man-eating abomination from the depths of a school basement onto the unsuspecting high-schoolers above, and me trying to sleep. In dream. Occasionally, I woke up from napping in dream to find myself snuggled with cats. As in, a different cat each time. Despite my name, I never owned a cat. Also occasionally, a cat had humanoid breasts. That sh!t was weird. It wasn't even proportional to cat size, just huge D-class blobs as big as the cat, on the cat.
I may or may not have still been naked during these other moments. It was hard to tell exactly.
Anyway, WTF brain. What drugs did I mistakenly consume to prompt this insanity. Cream soda before bed, never again.
Post by: nomoetoe on March 11, 2014, 07:50:49 pm
I was in some place not sure where but I was walking around, later on I was in some kind of hell place and there were these little talking mutated chipmunks they were big fat and kinda pale, I discovered I had the power to control there bodies so I did and played around with them, then I was in some big hell restaurant eating with people I know people be talking and stuff
I was then in the minecraft nether I was holding onto nothing and was just floating in midair after watching some ghasts fly around I 'woke up' I was in my room but it was clean and full of red light, the grim reaper was sitting on a tall chair by my window except he/it? was a she and had skin she was very purty. c; At this point Maleficent from the Disney movie sleeping beauty came into my room, apparently she's the queen of hell she was wondering how I got here and I said "I just thought about coming here before sleeping" she said something else and went in my closet.
there was another thing that went on later in my dream but its against the rules to speak of it here. C:
Post by: Erils on March 13, 2014, 03:25:43 am
Well, I had a rather strange dream. It was that I was playing a game of D&D with friends, an oddity to begin with seeing as I have no fucking clue how the hell D&D works. Continuing on, for some reason, my character was named, of all things, "Jesus".
He was a grizzly bear.
Made out of solid beer.
He spent the whole of combat convincing enemies to walk into enclosed spaces.
Why? Because his sole ability was that, if someone enters an enclosed space, he could seal it perfectly and instantly perform a closed-room murder. In addition to that, when the clawed and mauled corpse is inevitably found, it would always, for some obscure reason, be naked and any autopsy or autopsy-equivalent performed upon it would indicate that the cause of death was AIDS. Throat clawed out? AIDS did it. Cleanly bisected? AIDS of course. Vivisected, gutted, mauled, perforated, torn to shreds and clawed for good measure? Without a doubt, the symptoms of AIDS.
I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be here.
Post by: Nightscar982 on March 13, 2014, 02:43:25 pm
Missed a chemistry test of which I failed the practice for it, and then proceeded to go to a party on the top floor of a tall building, got really drunk and had sex with a random person and then proceeded to spend the rest of the dream trying to remember if I actually had sex with anyone or not.
Fun times all around :L
Post by: Steelmagic on March 13, 2014, 04:12:45 pm
Post by: Tawa on March 13, 2014, 04:36:28 pm
A short collection include:
Spoiler: What goes on in my head as I sleep -- slightly disturbing (click to show/hide)
I wish my dreams made more sense.
... I slightly regret that last one. If it was possible and wouldn't result in death/a concussion, I'd punch my brain for coming up with that one.
Post by: TD1 on March 13, 2014, 04:42:45 pm
Man, you people are lucky. My dreams make little to no sense, and the little sense they do involves random things from nowhere.
A short collection include:Spoiler: What goes on in my head as I sleep -- slightly disturbing (click to show/hide)
I wish my dreams made more sense.
... I slightly regret that last one. If it was possible and wouldn't result in death/a concussion, I'd punch my brain for coming up with that one.
Yes, because every doctor has a spare female body lying around... :o
Post by: Tawa on March 13, 2014, 04:47:40 pm
Man, you people are lucky. My dreams make little to no sense, and the little sense they do involves random things from nowhere.
A short collection include:Spoiler: What goes on in my head as I sleep -- slightly disturbing (click to show/hide)
I wish my dreams made more sense.
... I slightly regret that last one. If it was possible and wouldn't result in death/a concussion, I'd punch my brain for coming up with that one.
Yes, because every doctor has a spare female body lying around... :o
My point exactly.
Post by: Itnetlolor on March 13, 2014, 07:02:37 pm
I had a dream come to me that taught me how to refine my lucid dreaming. Played out very much like one of my games. It was pretty neat.I guess I can elaborate in this thread. The room looked very ancient, yet new; Basically, like the old Mayan ruins, except not ruined. Oddly enough, the only windows were those slits, and there were no doors, until I decided to leave, where when I turned around, there were no walls, and turning back around, the room was gone, and the only rocky surface left of the room became a rock of the same type and texture. The room hid itself on the circumference of the dream's reality, as far I could figure.
I was in an enclosed temple kind of environment, tiny slits on the tops of the walls only enough to see clouds outside. Looked similar to what you would see in Unreal Tournament. In the room were 4 pedestals 3 of them with rocks on them. One rock was smooth, like a river rock, but when touched felt rugged and sharp; the other was rough as can be, but when touched was unusually smooth and seamless; there was one last rock which looks like it could never stay upright, especially on the sloped edge it was balancing on. I decided to tip it over and down the slope. It stayed on the slope. I pushed it into the open, and it started rolling across thin air until it stopped at the center of the other empty pedestal across from it.
One other flying dream I had involved me walking on the beach and coming across a rune. Light banded around my wrists, ankles, and back, and the next thing I knew, I was able to fly. The control scheme seemed similar to how I would imagine the Iron Man suit would operate, and it was pretty fun flying around town and enjoying the scenery.
Looking back at that dream, I kinda want to play Myst again. Especially the most recent re-re-rerelease/graphics update that would then feature Oculus Rift support. Hell, Uru would even be more awesome with O-R support.
As for flying, it did feel like how the Iron Man suit would work. Maneuver like you're catching a wave, and change your trajectory by pointing your limbs in different directions. Difference with magic runes instead of a suit, it's breezy (like riding a moped or motorcycle). At least it was warm with minimal winds during my dream.
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on March 14, 2014, 05:57:06 am
Looking back at that dream, I kinda want to play Myst again.Why would anyone need a specific reason to play Myst again?
Edit:F.U., autocorrect. A capital letter means it's a name.
Post by: Frumple on March 14, 2014, 06:19:40 am
That one, I ended up body hopping into a dragon, hahaha! It was pretty great. I spent the first bit building a trading partnership with a gorilla. I'd give it edible grasses, and it would let me watch baby gorillas sleep and play and whatnot, which was preternaturally cute (this being a dream, and all. It was totes not creepy, more like watching kittens play.). We also had an arrangement where if the momma' gorilla noticed I was watching, daddy gorilla could net bonus points with the lady by chasing me off, after which we would go hang for a while and I'd give the daddy gorilla more grass to feed his family with. Then a bit of other stuff I can't remember happened (there was a number of transition and filler segments, really. I've forgotten about half the dream, I think.), and I ended up going back to the sleeping island and further neat stuff happened. Water round me started bubblin' and then some kind of anime-ized age of wonders faction started coming popping out of it. One awesome fight scene later (dragon vs. hordes of undead! Plenty of variety, too. Ghosts, zombies, caster-things. Pretty colors, much fun.), their boss comes through and recruits me, so between dimensions I go. Then I start getting ready for the first defense mission, and the kind of pre-fight episode was the locals offering a lesbian couple that had gotten picked up somewhere along the way the chance to get married (undead fantasy land more progressive than home, apparently), and then wedding preparations and conversation between locals and the dynamic sapphic duo. It was delightful, and not nearly as sudden or thematically disjointed within the context of the dream (that I've forgotten already, of course ::)).
And then I woke up. And went back to sleep because it was like two in the morning and dreamed some more, but the rest of them I've forgotten entirely. Pretty sure they were quite nice, too, though.
Post by: Tawa on March 14, 2014, 08:02:48 am
Post by: Erils on March 15, 2014, 12:50:49 pm
Also, anyone here a therapist? Or willing to maybe try and define the meaning of a dream?
Post by: TD1 on March 15, 2014, 12:57:40 pm
I had a dream that I figured out the solution to a very annoying problem I have IRL right now. Sadly, I couldn't remember the solution after I woke up.
Also, anyone here a therapist? Or willing to maybe try and define the meaning of a dream?
The people on Bay12 tend to be the reason other people need therapists. They are not therapists themselves.
Post by: Erils on March 15, 2014, 01:00:36 pm
I always heard that people who are slightly crazy go to see therapists, people who are completely crazy become therapists.I had a dream that I figured out the solution to a very annoying problem I have IRL right now. Sadly, I couldn't remember the solution after I woke up.
Also, anyone here a therapist? Or willing to maybe try and define the meaning of a dream?
The people on Bay12 tend to be the reason other people need therapists. They are not therapists themselves.
Based on that, Bay12 should be a breeding ground for therapists.
Post by: Harry Baldman on March 15, 2014, 01:03:15 pm
I had a dream that I figured out the solution to a very annoying problem I have IRL right now. Sadly, I couldn't remember the solution after I woke up.
Also, anyone here a therapist? Or willing to maybe try and define the meaning of a dream?
Thinking that your dreams have meaning is a good way to get yourself in trouble. But divination is always fun!
I always heard that people who are slightly crazy go to see therapists, people who are completely crazy become therapists.
It's a corollary to the rule of thumb about doctors - the specializations they pick tend to be based on their own problems.
Post by: TD1 on March 15, 2014, 01:14:19 pm
No, no. You're thinking of the rapists. Therapists are different.I always heard that people who are slightly crazy go to see therapists, people who are completely crazy become therapists.I had a dream that I figured out the solution to a very annoying problem I have IRL right now. Sadly, I couldn't remember the solution after I woke up.
Also, anyone here a therapist? Or willing to maybe try and define the meaning of a dream?
The people on Bay12 tend to be the reason other people need therapists. They are not therapists themselves.
Based on that, Bay12 should be a breeding ground for therapists.
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on March 15, 2014, 02:34:56 pm
...A breeding ground for the rapists.No, no. You're thinking of the rapists. Therapists are different.I always heard that people who are slightly crazy go to see therapists, people who are completely crazy become therapists.I had a dream that I figured out the solution to a very annoying problem I have IRL right now. Sadly, I couldn't remember the solution after I woke up.
Also, anyone here a therapist? Or willing to maybe try and define the meaning of a dream?
The people on Bay12 tend to be the reason other people need therapists. They are not therapists themselves.
Based on that, Bay12 should be a breeding ground for therapists.
...
*shudder*
Post by: Knit tie on March 15, 2014, 02:51:18 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on March 18, 2014, 09:25:41 pm
I was at home in my attic with some humanoids I know and we were talking, at some point a shadow woman came over and searched deep within my mind, I warned her that she really shouldn't do that but she kept searching farther within eventually she found out that I was some dark ancient being that was nearly invulnerable and even if my physical body was destroyed I could easily recover.
I was now in a library and I was talking to someone I knew in a weird language sounded like growling while gurgling shards of glass, I dont remember much of that part. ;'c
I was now in a church, me and some humanoids did some stuff and I used my abilities to entertain them, but some soldiers attacked, I quickly killed them. We didn't seem bothered by the soldiers being evaporated and watched some TV, we started watching the news and they were talking about me, they apparently discovered my existence and were were arming themselves to kill me.
Later on I went outside I was outside and hundreds of jets came after me, they were using some kind of rare purple substance that could hurt me. My body was nearly destroyed at one point but I got mad and started teleporting onto the jets and threw them so hard that the g forces caused them to explode.
I was then with a bunch of adolescent humanoids and I was changing how I looked so that I could hide from the people after me, I took on the form of a human female so the peoples would have a harder time finding me. (I was very adorable C:)
I went to a restaurant with an acquaintance and the jets shot at me a few times but then flew off, I went inside and one of the employes asked if they had seen me, I told them I hadn't and ordered my food. I woke up and quickly fell back asleep.
I was male again and I found out someone was planning to capture someone I was fond of, so I flewported far away (to another dimension?) and I was now in a city full of sentient ponies, I went to a motel and found something at the end of a every darkening hallway. I heard a beast further within and decided to leave.
I went back to my home dimension and with some humanoids and the one im fond of and some soldier woman in armour grabbed the one i'm fond of and took her away. I was enraged at this point and decided to take on my female disguise again. I was then for some reason in walmart trying on a dress in the bathroom which was stuffed full of other woman also trying on clothes, I woke up the end.
Post by: Sirus on March 19, 2014, 11:00:25 am
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Post by: Tawa on March 19, 2014, 11:03:23 am
Nasty dream last night. Incredibly nasty involving body horror.WTF brain. Can't I have some decent dreams, please?Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I shudder at what may go on in your head in the daylight hours.
my zeh ultimate dream. c;
I was at home in my attic with some humanoids I know and we were talking, at some point a shadow woman came over and searched deep within my mind, I warned her that she really shouldn't do that but she kept searching farther within eventually she found out that I was some dark ancient being that was nearly invulnerable and even if my physical body was destroyed I could easily recover.
I was now in a library and I was talking to someone I knew in a weird language sounded like growling while gurgling shards of glass, I dont remember much of that part. ;'c
I was now in a church, me and some humanoids did some stuff and I used my abilities to entertain them, but some soldiers attacked, I quickly killed them. We didn't seem bothered by the soldiers being evaporated and watched some TV, we started watching the news and they were talking about me, they apparently discovered my existence and were were arming themselves to kill me.
Later on I went outside I was outside and hundreds of jets came after me, they were using some kind of rare purple substance that could hurt me. My body was nearly destroyed at one point but I got mad and started teleporting onto the jets and threw them so hard that the g forces caused them to explode.
I was then with a bunch of adolescent humanoids and I was changing how I looked so that I could hide from the people after me, I took on the form of a human female so the peoples would have a harder time finding me. (I was very adorable C:)
I went to a restaurant with an acquaintance and the jets shot at me a few times but then flew off, I went inside and one of the employes asked if they had seen me, I told them I hadn't and ordered my food. I woke up and quickly fell back asleep.
I was male again and I found out someone was planning to capture someone I was fond of, so I flewported far away (to another dimension?) and I was now in a city full of sentient ponies, I went to a motel and found something at the end of a every darkening hallway. I heard a beast further within and decided to leave.
I went back to my home dimension and with some humanoids and the one im fond of and some soldier woman in armour grabbed the one i'm fond of and took her away. I was enraged at this point and decided to take on my female disguise again. I was then for some reason in walmart trying on a dress in the bathroom which was stuffed full of other woman also trying on clothes, I woke up the end.
I have no clue what you're smoking, but I want a metric ton of it.
Post by: IronTomato on March 19, 2014, 12:55:01 pm
Nasty dream last night. Incredibly nasty involving body horror....Ouch.WTF brain. Can't I have some decent dreams, please?Spoiler (click to show/hide)
At first I accidentally read it as "Body armor" so I read it, thinking you'd maybe beat up some villains while wearing body armor.
Post by: Knit tie on March 19, 2014, 01:09:46 pm
Post by: Steelmagic on March 19, 2014, 07:42:25 pm
I lived on an unnamed island. We weren't any major nation, but things were good there. Then one day an unnamed nation that was obviously the Soviet Union attacked us. I managed to avoid any combat that went on and just stayed down.
Then two friends of mine asked me to drive them to where the resistance was, and that i should join too. I told them that i would drive them near the camp but that i had seen too much death and there was no way in hell i would join the resistance. Cue enemy soldiers firing at us with AK-74s while we drive down the road in my truck. My friends jumped out and ran for it while i grabbed my AK-74 from the truck and gave the enemy a very short lesson on firing accurately. I took them out with no difficulty. I was confused though, they had no way to know what me and my friends were doing and no reason to fire at us.
At that point i heard a woman screaming on the radio (I keep a radio in my truck, apparently) that the unnamed enemy was using chemical warfare and that she was caught in the middle of it.
Now i was really confused, if they used chemicals, that would backfire horribly, we wouldn't just take it. And why on civilians? They would gain nothing from that. I put my gas mask on (I was really well prepared apparently) and drove to help the woman. I got there after about 5 minutes and somehow she was still alive, it was some really crappy gas apparently. I gave her a gas mask and basically threw her into the truck before driving away to join the resistance.
The middle bit is a blur, but i became the resistance leader, and we apparently won, killing all of the enemy leaders (except one collaborator). The woman was still with me, and we were standing outside a house not really doing anything, when the collaborator came out of nowhere with a knife. He was apparently afraid that he would be killed if he gave himself up (despite me trying to tell him otherwise and get him to drop the knife.) While trying to talk him down i was positioning the woman in front of me hoping she would take the knife rather than me. Despite what happened up to now i wasn't very brave it seems. But he managed to stab me just above my armpit and it was fatal so I woke up.
Post by: Pnx on March 22, 2014, 10:43:25 am
The thing was the exact rules I was supposed to follow were given to me by these instructors, but some of the instructors were trying to set me up to fail and trying to teach me to do the job wrong, and through trial and error I was supposed to figure out which ones were the good instructors and which were the bad ones.
After I woke up I closed my eyes and continued organising things into boxes because I'd left a round of object organisation left undone.
Post by: WealthyRadish on March 22, 2014, 10:24:10 pm
...until I tried to open my mouth, and realized I didn't have a jaw. I don't think I've ever woken up yelling before then.
Post by: TD1 on March 23, 2014, 07:59:10 am
That's when I noticed the stalker.
He must have come through the door without me noticing it, and was holding a frying pan of all things. My dream self was really calm, but I could almost taste my hidden shock and turmoil. I just stood there, and the stalker (Who was hunched over and twisted) started praising me, then saying he'd asked my mum to praise me too. So, I figured it would be a good idea to play this to my advantage, and asked the stalker for the frying pan, which looked rather heavy. He promptly gave it, and I pushed him as I went through into the kitchen.
My mum was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, her head on the table. When she saw me she mumbled something about the weird man hitting her with a frying pan after the phone call. My sister was lying on the ground, a thin trail of blood seeping from her nose. I presumed that she, also, had been hit. That is when I woke up.
Not full awake, more an "I am awake enough to know I want to sleep regardless of that dream" awake. Apparently my mind had other ideas. My eyes were half open, and weighted down with sleep. Despite this, they could still see the darker blotch of shadow on the ceiling. It was slowly making its way towards me,and I scrambled to wake fully up. My eyes would open, then fall again. Somehow I knew that the void approaching me was going to kill me, so I practically lunged for my lamp to turn it on. Thankfully, this worked, and because I didn't particularly feel like turning the lamp off again I read the Gunslinger book until light came through my window. I then slept peacefully until now, when I woke up.
The strange thing is that upon waking I went to look closely at the bit of ceiling where the dark void had originated from. There was a minuscule crack that ran roughly as wide as the void had been. And there it was, stretching across my ceiling, what my sleep deprived mind can only comprehend as "The portal from whence it came."
That was one messed up dream.
Post by: Steelmagic on March 25, 2014, 07:10:44 pm
The first bit of the dream was actually from the cult's view. Eventually the cult began committing mass suicide while somehow simultaneously murdering people. One cultist brought the children into the basement and set it on fire, which is really all I remember of that bit of the dream.
Change views to the Police raiding the house, since these people are clearly violent. None of the ones who were still alive were willing to give up, instead killing themselves, or trying to kill us and dieing in the process. When all was said and done I went to investigate the basement, alone. The trap door leading down there was all boarded up so i removed the boards and climbed down the ladder. Inside, everything was pristine, no bodies, no sign of a fire, nothing. I had a feeling something was wrong though, and went to leave. But there was no ladder, no door, nothing. At this point i realized this was probably a dream, and this was not going to end well, the voices of children chanting something behind me further convinced me that i needed to wake up immediately or die horribly. I kept my back to them, figuring that my brain wouldn't brutally murder me if I couldn't see it, closed my eyes and began trying to force myself awake. I managed to wake up, just as my back started to get uncomfortably warm, and felt like there were claws tracing it.
The uncomfortableness continued for about a minute after waking up, and the goddamn construction work outside was probably a part of what cause everything to go horror movie on me, the hammering was at about the same volume as the chanting. No idea what they were chanting though, for some reason I think it was "Haunted house is haunted" but that would be silly.
Post by: Tawa on March 25, 2014, 08:40:07 pm
I had a dream where i was a detective or SWAT officer or some type of Police officer raiding a house/apartment that a cult was hiding in somewhat similar to a SWAT 4 level.
The first bit of the dream was actually from the cult's view. Eventually the cult began committing mass suicide while somehow simultaneously murdering people. One cultist brought the children into the basement and set it on fire, which is really all I remember of that bit of the dream.
Change views to the Police raiding the house, since these people are clearly violent. None of the ones who were still alive were willing to give up, instead killing themselves, or trying to kill us and dieing in the process. When all was said and done I went to investigate the basement, alone. The trap door leading down there was all boarded up so i removed the boards and climbed down the ladder. Inside, everything was pristine, no bodies, no sign of a fire, nothing. I had a feeling something was wrong though, and went to leave. But there was no ladder, no door, nothing. At this point i realized this was probably a dream, and this was not going to end well, the voices of children chanting something behind me further convinced me that i needed to wake up immediately or die horribly. I kept my back to them, figuring that my brain wouldn't brutally murder me if I couldn't see it, closed my eyes and began trying to force myself awake. I managed to wake up, just as my back started to get uncomfortably warm, and felt like there were claws tracing it.
The uncomfortableness continued for about a minute after waking up, and the goddamn construction work outside was probably a part of what cause everything to go horror movie on me, the hammering was at about the same volume as the chanting. No idea what they were chanting though, for some reason I think it was "Haunted house is haunted" but that would be silly.
I can picture it now.
I WOULD draw a picture, but I can't draw facial expressions to save my own !!<<*skin*>>!!.
Post by: Steelmagic on March 25, 2014, 08:58:32 pm
Times like this I would like to be able to draw,I had a dream where i was a detective or SWAT officer or some type of Police officer raiding a house/apartment that a cult was hiding in somewhat similar to a SWAT 4 level.
The first bit of the dream was actually from the cult's view. Eventually the cult began committing mass suicide while somehow simultaneously murdering people. One cultist brought the children into the basement and set it on fire, which is really all I remember of that bit of the dream.
Change views to the Police raiding the house, since these people are clearly violent. None of the ones who were still alive were willing to give up, instead killing themselves, or trying to kill us and dieing in the process. When all was said and done I went to investigate the basement, alone. The trap door leading down there was all boarded up so i removed the boards and climbed down the ladder. Inside, everything was pristine, no bodies, no sign of a fire, nothing. I had a feeling something was wrong though, and went to leave. But there was no ladder, no door, nothing. At this point i realized this was probably a dream, and this was not going to end well, the voices of children chanting something behind me further convinced me that i needed to wake up immediately or die horribly. I kept my back to them, figuring that my brain wouldn't brutally murder me if I couldn't see it, closed my eyes and began trying to force myself awake. I managed to wake up, just as my back started to get uncomfortably warm, and felt like there were claws tracing it.
The uncomfortableness continued for about a minute after waking up, and the goddamn construction work outside was probably a part of what cause everything to go horror movie on me, the hammering was at about the same volume as the chanting. No idea what they were chanting though, for some reason I think it was "Haunted house is haunted" but that would be silly.
I can picture it now.
I WOULD draw a picture, but I can't draw facial expressions to save my own !!<<*skin*>>!!.
Post by: Minepow2 on March 27, 2014, 09:47:48 am
It all started with me, as a fifteen year old boy from America showing up at a Japanese school. He wandered around the halls for a bit, then met up with some people that could speak English. They told me that I was three months late for school, and that I would have difficulty catching up. Right after saying that, they give me a scratch piece of paper and throw it at me, running away at high speeds. I pick up the paper and see six lines of Japanese characters. From there, I walked around for what felt like two hours when I found one of my classes. I go in, and it turns out to be a class called 'Reading Steam Boats.' Of course, I was quite confused, so I went up to the teacher and asked what was going on in class. She yells at me in Japanese and points at the clock. It read 4:44 PM. I look at my schedule again and for some reason, the location and time of my next class is spelled out in plain English. Shrugging off my bewilderment, I run off on a ten minute walk to the docks. My class is there on the boat with some sailors, all of them running around the ship and docks with crates and shouting in Japanese. I walk up to the captain and ask him about... something. From there, the captain translates my schedule into English, tells me about a field trip to the sea in a few days, then tells me to go to bed.
I go to bed, then wake up from an alien attack on the town. I wander around the school in confusion. I find a stadium with some Pokemon inside along with the school staff and students. Not at all fazed by this, I walk into a room labeled 'Don't enter here for story.' I enter, and I find Doctor Light from Mega Man with Mewtwo arguing about whether the clones should be destroyed. I listen for a few minutes, then walk 'home.' This 'home' was a large mansion with several video game consoles that looked like arcade machines. I go up to one, and one of the many buttons says 'Bard 5' on it. Pressing it, I sit down on the attached seat and start playing. Right in the middle of going through a street of angry people with a rocket powered transformer robot, I wake up.
...all I did last night was read this thread. And eat popcorn. Have any of you gotten strange dreams after reading this thread?
OH, and one last thing. Hello!
Post by: nomoetoe on March 27, 2014, 03:05:08 pm
I went down stairs and it wasn't my house anymore it was some weird building lit by oil lamps and had white thin walls, someone told me about 2 giants/ogres that lived here that I would have to sneak past, I started walking towards the exit and I began to feel weak again so I pushed the buttons in but they resisted, So I pulled the colored thing off again and forced them in.
I felt better and continued on to the exit.
Things got weirder much much weirder. but I forgot the rest of the dream. :C
Post by: inteuniso on March 28, 2014, 06:23:35 am
The first ("Mir i Voyna") took place in a dingy, gray world. Desolate's a good word. I think both My dad and I were smoking cigarettes. We went outside onto the barren landscape and watched various american military aircraft fly by, and I explained how these were signs of death. A UH-60 Blackhawk, A-10 II thunderbolt, A supersonic jet emblazoned with Air Force One flew by, and a chinook shifted from it's regular appearance to looking like bones as a plague cloud surrounded it. As the Undead-Chinook flew by, a Vulture carrying a deerskin also flew in front of it, at which point I pointed to it and said "Look, the Great Spirit shows us... (I forget the rest of what I said, something along the lines of what the signs meant or something or other)"
The second ("Cintaku") was just me chilling with this girl I love and we were talking about Hawai'i and I touched below her eye into which an eyelash had fell and slowly that led me to softly stroking her face which led into her attacking my face. Strangely enough, I can remember what the kiss felt like.
Post by: Mesa on March 28, 2014, 06:40:07 am
I don't even know anymore. Maybe it's for the best I can barely remember what I dreamt about...
Post by: Tawa on March 28, 2014, 02:53:28 pm
For starters, I have this weird tendency to investigate things I dream about. One time, I had this weird nonsensical dream involving Harry Potter-- at this point, I'd seen one of the movies, and at that, only a sliver. I wake up, cue Wikipedia research and ultimately buying all the books in the series.
So anyway, a few years ago, I wasn't a Pokemon geek like I am now. I'd seen bits and shreds of the old 2000-some anime when turning on the TV in the morning, and had a vauge idea of the premise.
Cue wacky dream.
So, I'm some guy, and I'm in this weird town that's all grey and dull. For some reason-- you know how when you have dreams, for some reason, you know your situation, like you're gazing into someone else's life, instead of a literature-like exposition?-- I knew this all had something to do with Pokemon. So, anyway, I walk up to some guy, and he says something about a battle, we show each other our pokemon-- I apparently had a Starly-- and I ask him where I am, he says it's something-or-other town. I walk around, talk to some more people about battles I never had. I wake up, I flick the show on for a half an hour that afternoon, and immediately try to get ahold of Black, which came out around that time.
Unfortunately, I think that dream was much longer and more entertaining, but it was long enough ago I only remember that sliver.
Boo hoo.
Post by: Steelmagic on April 01, 2014, 04:06:39 am
I was really sick when I went to sleep. Like I felt like I was really hot and to sick brain it seemed like I was sweating out every bit of moisture in my body which seems to have influenced the dream.
I had an RTS like overhead view of a group of soldiers in some sort of desert or wasteland. My job was to get them through this scorching wasteland alive, every now and then, there were fountains to stop dehydration. The thing is though, I also started feeling dehydrated when they did. Can't remember much, it was rather nonsensical anyway, but I do remember seeing soldiers rush for a fountain after going a long time without water, and an incredible feeling of relief when they started drinking, since that also satisfied me and remarking about one of my soldiers being named Tom Araya.
All I remember from waking up is that I needed water really badly, and my clothes were absolutely drenched in sweat. This was probably 4 or 5 months ago. I don't want to be sick again, I really don't.
Post by: nomoetoe on April 01, 2014, 02:23:54 pm
Later on I was watching the incredible hulk movies, c; Towards the end I was in some weird place with a weird creature and I was able to convince it that I was harmless, the creature started talking and we went outside, the moon was gigantic but it turned into a giant shopping car and another moon started firing missiles at earth and people started running away, me and talking creature friend were going to a bunker that she had but I got locked out because she thought I was too dangerous. I woke up the end. C:
Post by: Ultimuh on April 03, 2014, 01:08:33 am
Sure, my apartment didn't look as it really does but still.. Felt very real to me.
Post by: SealyStar on April 03, 2014, 09:27:11 am
Post by: Ultimuh on April 03, 2014, 12:12:21 pm
Two nights ago I had a nightmare where all of my teeth started spontaneously falling out.I have dreams like that sometimes, it might be related to stress.
Also, these dreams don't scare me, as I find it very annoying that new teeth keep growing out whenever I pull one out.
Post by: Tawa on April 06, 2014, 10:25:31 am
I had a dream last night, in which there where these "potions" in real life, and they gave you benefits and side effects, and the only way to get rid of one potions is to drink another one. Some where even permanent. Due to an accident, I ended up drinking the potion of extreme stink. As in, "you have no future now because everyone will avoid you forever". Turns out, the effects could only be removed with one specific potion. The permanent gender-bend potion. Guess what I did? Yeah. I chugged it. The rest of the dream was me getting used to it with the help of a teacher and many other people, as apparently in my dream society approved of this happening occasionally.
...
Post by: Mesa on April 06, 2014, 10:38:57 am
I had a dream last night, in which there where these "potions" in real life, and they gave you benefits and side effects, and the only way to get rid of one potions is to drink another one. Some where even permanent. Due to an accident, I ended up drinking the potion of extreme stink. As in, "you have no future now because everyone will avoid you forever". Turns out, the effects could only be removed with one specific potion. The permanent gender-bend potion. Guess what I did? Yeah. I chugged it. The rest of the dream was me getting used to it with the help of a teacher and many other people, as apparently in my dream society approved of this happening occasionally.
That's some wacky sci-fi comedy movie material right there.
Post by: Tawa on April 06, 2014, 12:36:17 pm
I had a dream last night, in which there where these "potions" in real life, and they gave you benefits and side effects, and the only way to get rid of one potions is to drink another one. Some where even permanent. Due to an accident, I ended up drinking the potion of extreme stink. As in, "you have no future now because everyone will avoid you forever". Turns out, the effects could only be removed with one specific potion. The permanent gender-bend potion. Guess what I did? Yeah. I chugged it. The rest of the dream was me getting used to it with the help of a teacher and many other people, as apparently in my dream society approved of this happening occasionally.
That's some wacky sci-fi comedy movie material right there.
We should just pitch all the dreams in this thread that don't already involve trademarked materialTM as movie ideas to Universal or Warner Brothers or whatever.
Then we send the money 50-50 to the dreamers and Toady One.
Post by: Mesa on April 06, 2014, 01:02:59 pm
I had a dream last night, in which there where these "potions" in real life, and they gave you benefits and side effects, and the only way to get rid of one potions is to drink another one. Some where even permanent. Due to an accident, I ended up drinking the potion of extreme stink. As in, "you have no future now because everyone will avoid you forever". Turns out, the effects could only be removed with one specific potion. The permanent gender-bend potion. Guess what I did? Yeah. I chugged it. The rest of the dream was me getting used to it with the help of a teacher and many other people, as apparently in my dream society approved of this happening occasionally.
That's some wacky sci-fi comedy movie material right there.
We should just pitch all the dreams in this thread that don't already involve trademarked materialTM as movie ideas to Universal or Warner Brothers or whatever.
Then we send the money 50-50 to the dreamers and Toady One.
Bay 12: Where dreams become reality. Literally!
Post by: Yoink on April 06, 2014, 01:46:41 pm
My brother came out from his room briefly and spoke to me about something before going to bed, whilst I stayed at my desk reading.
I noticed a vehicle pull up outside, some sort of large, noisy ute (pickup for you Americans). A moment later I heard someone coming up the front steps, and then there was someone knocking loudly on the glass of the front door. This was startling, since it was in the wee hours of morning, before dawn.
I heard a man's voice calling for my brother as they continued knocking, and when my brother didn't come out after a while of this I reluctantly got up and crept towards his door to wake him up. To my dismay the unseen person saw me somehow, through the louver windows I believe, and became somewhat annoyed that the door still hadn't been answered.
Anyway, eventually I made it and woke up my brother, who somehow hadn't been disturbed by all the noise. He seemed just as confused as I was about the knocking at the door, although I think he had a vague idea who it was- he heard their voice, and it seemed to have a New Zealand accent.
Half-asleep, he said he was exhausted after a day's work (can't remember what) and told me to tell whoever-it-was that he was too tired to talk to them just now. I was just about to go do so when suddenly the mysterious person stepped into the room and introduced himself.
Can't remember exactly who he was now, unfortunately, but apparently he was going with/taking my brother somewhere the next day and needed to confirm something. He was a big part-maori guy and was mildly terrifying, but he was friendly enough.
I asked if he'd opened the louvers to unlock the door, but he said he'd just gotten impatient and forced his way in, which was worrying.
Anyway, having chatted for a while and discussed whatever he'd come here for, he left.
Kindof a boring dream, but it was mainly notable for how... normal it was, I guess. Fairly realistic.
Also I was somewhat worried when I woke up, that perhaps the whole 'knock on the door' thing was inspired by something I could hear... I hope there wasn't someone knocking on my door and shouting while I was asleep. :-\ Kinda creepy.
Post by: Jiharo on April 06, 2014, 04:15:54 pm
After that I have woken up, and half a day later had a fridge moment when I remembered it and realised that the dude could have been quoting http://hitchhikers.wikia.com/wiki/God#God.27s_Final_Message (http://hitchhikers.wikia.com/wiki/God#God.27s_Final_Message). Yay for references, subconscious!
Post by: TD1 on April 06, 2014, 04:43:54 pm
I promptly killed him for his crime.
Feel the brotherly love.
Post by: Tawa on April 06, 2014, 04:46:42 pm
Had a dream where my brother killed my dad in a field by driving over him in a tractor.
I promptly killed him for his crime.
Feel the brotherly love.
I laughed harder at that than I should have.
not the punchline, mind you. The
Had a dream where my brother killed my dad in a field by driving over him in a tractor.part.
Post by: Steelmagic on April 07, 2014, 09:54:19 am
In the first dream I got 2 new games on Steam. The first one wasn't really anything special, the second one, though was completely different. My character was about my age and lived with his mother and brother, their house was also very strange looking. His mother and brother were also a bit strange but nothing too wierd from them. I just seemed to be living normally in this game. Over time my mom and brother (in the game) started acting strange and the game really started. I took a break and came back to the game.
After a bit more playing the two of them were actively trying to kill me. They were inhumanly tough, so I mostly tried to avoid them. I don't remember much, but I was becoming truly obsessed with this game, which had become a horror game by this time. I killed my brother but ended up in a situation where mother would kill me, and I snapped out of it (after obsessing over this game for dream days) and quit the game.
I stood up from the computer in my living room (even though my actual computer is in my bedroom) and turned around to see my mother from the video game standing there looking at me. For whatever reason rather than scaring me at all this just filled me with rage, causing me to scream at her: "NO! This is our world, YOU GET OUT!" She in an extremely uninterested voice responded "Both our worlds are just illusions." I then grabbed her shoulders dragged her into the kitchen (with her continuing to look uninterested) and began smashing her head against the counter yelling "YOU! GET! OUT! YOU! GET! OUT!" Then grabbed a knife but for whatever reason couldn't bring myself to stab her in the head. So instead I stomped her head.
After that I woke up, sat up in my bed and heard a loud noise outside. Somehow I knew what it was but I went over to the window to check and saw a big-ass mushroom cloud in the distance. My only reaction was "Oh fuck."
Then I actually woke up. I think game mother might have had access to nuclear weapons somehow so the second dream could've been related. Either way they both scared me a bit, doesn't help that I'm easy to scare. On a side note I really didn't expect this to be as long as it is.
Post by: IronTomato on April 07, 2014, 09:57:06 am
...I had a dream last night, in which there where these "potions" in real life, and they gave you benefits and side effects, and the only way to get rid of one potions is to drink another one. Some where even permanent. Due to an accident, I ended up drinking the potion of extreme stink. As in, "you have no future now because everyone will avoid you forever". Turns out, the effects could only be removed with one specific potion. The permanent gender-bend potion. Guess what I did? Yeah. I chugged it. The rest of the dream was me getting used to it with the help of a teacher and many other people, as apparently in my dream society approved of this happening occasionally.
...
Post by: Tawa on April 07, 2014, 11:17:41 am
Had a dream that actually scared me quite a bit and led into another dream.
In the first dream I got 2 new games on Steam. The first one wasn't really anything special, the second one, though was completely different. My character was about my age and lived with his mother and brother, their house was also very strange looking. His mother and brother were also a bit strange but nothing too wierd from them. I just seemed to be living normally in this game. Over time my mom and brother (in the game) started acting strange and the game really started. I took a break and came back to the game.
After a bit more playing the two of them were actively trying to kill me. They were inhumanly tough, so I mostly tried to avoid them. I don't remember much, but I was becoming truly obsessed with this game, which had become a horror game by this time. I killed my brother but ended up in a situation where mother would kill me, and I snapped out of it (after obsessing over this game for dream days) and quit the game.
I stood up from the computer in my living room (even though my actual computer is in my bedroom) and turned around to see my mother from the video game standing there looking at me. For whatever reason rather than scaring me at all this just filled me with rage, causing me to scream at her: "NO! This is our world, YOU GET OUT!" She in an extremely uninterested voice responded "Both our worlds are just illusions." I then grabbed her shoulders dragged her into the kitchen (with her continuing to look uninterested) and began smashing her head against the counter yelling "YOU! GET! OUT! YOU! GET! OUT!" Then grabbed a knife but for whatever reason couldn't bring myself to stab her in the head. So instead I stomped her head.
After that I woke up, sat up in my bed and heard a loud noise outside. Somehow I knew what it was but I went over to the window to check and saw a big-ass mushroom cloud in the distance. My only reaction was "Oh fuck."
Then I actually woke up. I think game mother might have had access to nuclear weapons somehow so the second dream could've been related. Either way they both scared me a bit, doesn't help that I'm easy to scare. On a side note I really didn't expect this to be as long as it is.
You may want to consider avoiding Steam for a few days. Mushroom clouds are not fun.
Post by: Steelmagic on April 10, 2014, 12:18:31 am
I went to a school where the graduation goal was either "kill all of the other students" or "kill enough that we let you graduate." A good amount of the other students were also murdering psychopaths, just I was in this dream, but there were also students who had no idea that they were in extreme danger just walking down the hallway. The teachers on the other hand ranged from "cold professional hitman" to "completely nuts."
While at this school I apparently took a liking to a girl, another student of murder and we started working together and dating. Not that there was really a difference between going on a date and murdering to us. We were probably just a bit over enthusiastic about our objective as I recall happily throwing people off of the tower that was in the middle of the school grounds. Some other murderers tried to ambush us while we were tossing people, but they brought swords they didn't even know how to use against guns that we did know how to use. If that's what it's like to be in love, I think I'm fine without a girlfriend.
Later a group of four non-murderer students dared to torment my beloved psychopath. This naturally didn't end well for them and after shooting them, I woke up. It was a rather bloody dream, odd considering I don't like to see blood in reality.
Post by: My Name is Immaterial on April 10, 2014, 12:29:05 am
One of the few dreams I actually remember after waking up, recently.
Post by: nomoetoe on April 10, 2014, 01:20:50 am
Post by: Mesa on April 10, 2014, 02:33:04 am
The dreams that I find to be the best thing ever while in them but piss me off to no end when I wake up.
Why?
I dreamt of DF2014 being out....AGAIN. (it still was 0.50, just like the last time (or was it two times?), for all we know it might as well be that)
Although apparently Toady did a pre-release beta of it (remember that I was browsing the forums (on my phone...again) and saw threads mentioning "RC3" (Release Candidate 3), but that kinda thing is not something Toady does, is it), but the new version just came out when I checked it. (and there were less threads about it than I would have expected)
There were other things in that dream, such as me meeting one of my classmates in my town (he doesn't even live there...) or me going through no less than an obstacle course of dead, fallen trees, bushes and what have you, but the DF2014 release was what pissed me off the most when I realized it was just a dream.
Stop teasing me, brain! It hurts! <;'C
Post by: IronTomato on April 11, 2014, 12:16:47 pm
Someday...
Post by: Yoink on April 11, 2014, 12:29:14 pm
Then the dream shifted into some sort of FPS-kinda thing, where we had to clear out aliens from each room.
Last thing I remember was a brief Nature Documentary-esque bit, with a voiceover describing this weird-ass squid thing that went swimming past. I don't know. There was more to the dream earlier on, but I don't remember any of that.
Post by: Ultimuh on April 14, 2014, 04:30:25 am
We encountered some polar bear corpses and a huge alive polar bear cannibalizing on the others.
The two women suddenly splashed oil on tne polar bear and I light it aflame with a lighter.
Then I woke up.
What does it mean?
Post by: Haspen on April 14, 2014, 04:49:04 am
I was a guy in the office of Ministry of Foreign Relations in Victorian England and somehow I was also responsible for national defense by flying nuclear-powered fighter plane against aliens. I also had to battle zombified citizens that were basically information gatherers for aforementioned aliens.
That plus I've helped uncover an assasination plot against my boss, the entire plot being staged by a duo of visiting Ottoman and US diplomats, but then I found papers that also put my boss into some nasty situation so together with Scotland Yard we had to 'off' them because Scotland Yard in my dreams was apparently mafia police.
So when we got to a very foggy part of the docks, the police chief said 'you're off' and US and Turkish diplomats and my boss fled onto a ship because apparently all this was part of even deeper scheme that involved national security and spying for benefits of Queen herself.
Post by: Sheb on April 14, 2014, 04:59:45 am
Post by: Tawa on April 14, 2014, 10:47:00 am
So instead I'll tell you about one I remember from a few years ago.
I remember zombies played into it somehow, but they weren't the dream's focus. I was at home when some black muscle car drove up and parked on my lawn. Some guy with a creepy face, cowboy hat, and light brown leather jacket got out of the car with a double-barreled shotgun. I knew for some reason I had to get away from this guy, so I grabbed my best friend and ran away. A little while later the two of us were hiding in a shed in the middle of nowhere when the guy pulled up in his car. He bursts open the door, I scream, I wake up; I presume he shot my friend and I with his massive gun.
Post by: TD1 on April 15, 2014, 06:20:06 pm
:DSo I was with two women hiking in the mountains, both of them had a bucket of oil.It means you hate me.
We encountered some polar bear corpses and a huge alive polar bear cannibalizing on the others.
The two women suddenly splashed oil on tne polar bear and I light it aflame with a lighter.
Then I woke up.
What does it mean?
Post by: SealyStar on April 15, 2014, 07:08:42 pm
Post by: Tawa on April 15, 2014, 07:17:51 pm
TWELVE YEARS LATER
The US government floods the airwaves with PSM's about how the entire internet has been compromised.
They read:
"Citizens, beware! Do not put any personal information on your computers! All computers have been infected with what has been referred to as the 'Smilesun Virus'! The Smilesun Virus creates a small icon in the corner of a webpage featuring a smiling sun. It siphons all the information off of the computer and, once the transfer is complete, wipes the computer! Repeat, do not put any personal information on your computers whatsoever!
~Uncle Sam"
Post by: Steelmagic on April 15, 2014, 07:18:31 pm
Jane was killing stuff, I wasn't really doing anything. That's all I can remember though, probably because I waited all damn day to type this up.
Post by: scapheap on April 16, 2014, 12:15:47 pm
Usagi Tsukino was not Sailor Moon, but still looked like her and the glamor thing that stops people making a connection between Sailor and normal work for the actual sailor moon, but not identical stranger Usagi. Thus the show was about a girl trying to have a normal life while everyone was sure she was the hero and making her life hell.
Didn't help in episode 12(dream had title cards) she Charles Atlas Superpower a monster of the week before the sailor scouts arrived with self-defense lessons from last or second last episode to fend off reporters.
This dream seem like perfect fanfic fuel, but I'm not good enough to do anything with it.
Post by: Levi on April 16, 2014, 12:56:01 pm
Alarm went off before they fought the big evil. :-X
Post by: IronTomato on April 16, 2014, 01:18:12 pm
I feel like this might be a prompt to learn aikido.
Post by: TD1 on April 16, 2014, 01:21:34 pm
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Post by: Knit tie on April 17, 2014, 12:57:46 pm
Post by: Tawa on April 17, 2014, 02:59:08 pm
Nothin' like good old tasty bottled beets.
EDIT: I HAVE DIBS ON THE SIGGING
Post by: Knit tie on April 17, 2014, 03:04:40 pm
Post by: Mesa on April 17, 2014, 03:32:52 pm
Post by: TD1 on April 17, 2014, 03:35:29 pm
Let's face it, no one wants cheese on their bones.
Post by: Itnetlolor on April 17, 2014, 07:21:46 pm
Felt like I reunited with an old friend. I guess you can put it as, have you ever had imaginary friends in the past? Well, in a sense this could explain why this strange girl remembers me, and is greeting me like someone I haven't seen in, I would say, a couple decades. She's a pretty interesting person (and actually pretty, while at it). She has long dark blonde hair, has red and blue eyes (one red, one blue), omnisciently smart (as in, she's beyond oracle-level-all-knowing smart/perceptive.), total smartass, a bit of a layabout, yet when she works, she works; and probably one of the nicest people I've ever known. Given the environment, and the type of person and/or personality they have, I'd say they're equivalent to a god, or at least, something really powerful to the point of 'it would probably be a good idea not to piss them off'. I felt like, if there's some extraordinary way I'm being watched over and protected, thank God I have them on my side.
FAKEEDIT:
Did I somehow run into Yakumo Yukari (And since when does she share a similar role to The Doctor)? Those portal worlds are trippy as hell. I wanna go there again.
EDIT:
Actually, this dream came from a recent nap I took after pulling some long hours of work.
EDIT EDIT:
I just remembered, after discussing some random BS for a few minutes, she has basically given me a heads up that all my patience will be rewarded beyond expectation, and a few other reassuring words of wisdom here and there, as if she's seen the future (probably has, and all permutations of it, and has been helping out by guiding me subtley (other times, more overtly with Deja Vu)), and just wanted me to know to not worry for a good deal of time. Basically, I think I'm exiting whatever low I've been having for however long it's been going on for. For all it's worth, it's something nice to hear.
Post by: Arcvasti on April 17, 2014, 07:24:15 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on April 17, 2014, 09:20:22 pm
It was basically deathmatching in mechs or mecha units (from Battletech types to Gundam-style ones, and yes, you can even mod your own in, including a steampunk flea (actually, that was a base character model)). It had an epic physics engine (You really need to be aware of your surroundings at all times to aim properly, and no-less hit your target), and a kickass concept for FPS games of this nature. For a final hint of the levels and how the game plays, you have a creature editor as well (It can procedurally-generate creatures, and come with pre-fabs of already existing creatures).
Yep, the creature editor is your level editor (just one of a multi-part (Gestalt Level Editor probably is a better way to describe it) level editor), just as well as the environment it lives in or is currently hanging out at (yes, even battling on a creature playing fetch with it's master, or a bug crawling up a wall, or a dragon soaring the skies, hell, battle atop a swimming shark). It's Unreal Tournament meets Mechwarrior that's also a colossus climb with Spore as the level editor. Oh, and mind you, gravity options are also available (is the creature the CoG, is it global? Are there global environmental factors going on (is it windy out?)? Is the creature awake or asleep; lively or lazy? When we miss and burn the ground or trees (flesh and hair), how will the environment react? By scratching the itch itself? Or using an environmental object (like a desk) to scratch? The combat environment is ever-evolving.
Let's just say that a battle on top of a scorpion was a bit insane, but battling on top of a housefly was probably one of the trippiest battlegrounds ever, especially with the Fly itself being the CoG. Talk about dizzying. You can even battle on top of Godzilla (insanely hostile environment, not to mention dodging crumbling buildings as it scratches themself with the environment.
Lots of parkour-ish maneuvering, because the level is best to navigate in when you can take advantage of the physics of a dog running, by jumping off the back leg as the leg is moving back forward, and catching the front elbow, just to get that split-second headshot, and then as the dog is in freefall while catching the frisbee (with a redeemer-equivalent prize on it), you can then float towards the main body for safety (feels floaty like AAAaaaAAAaaa!!!), and plan your next moves.
This game will fry old computers, so I think today's 64-bit machines are perfect for a game like it to finally exist. Kinda reminds me of some games my siblings and I used to play back when we were little, and had a trampoline. It was pretty fun. Looking back, I think we had games like Trial Tower and such too, which involved climbing a tower of physical and mental challenges all over the place. Like an FPS version of Warioware, but with challenges that take minutes, not seconds, to play through; and others, you can take your time. I gotta remember some of the games we used to come up with, some would actually make pretty fun arcade games.
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Post by: Itnetlolor on April 18, 2014, 02:58:54 pm
Post by: TD1 on April 18, 2014, 03:01:48 pm
I drank a lot of tea in a chair that was floating in whiteness. I was actually comfortable, too.At least mine had a comfy chair and tea.
Come on people, you need an appreciation of the finer things, here.
Post by: Itnetlolor on April 18, 2014, 03:04:56 pm
I see a chair floating, I get funny ideas...I drank a lot of tea in a chair that was floating in whiteness. I was actually comfortable, too.At least mine had a comfy chair and tea.
Come on people, you need an appreciation of the finer things, here.
-See chair float
-Turn it upside-down
-Attempt to ride it
-???
-Succeed
-Profit
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Post by: TD1 on April 18, 2014, 03:06:47 pm
Post by: Mesa on April 19, 2014, 04:08:48 am
Well, not quite, but apparently Toady posted the May FotF reply and said that it should "hopefully be the last one" (probably in relation to DF2014) and that the newest version has the "[FEATURE_COMPLETE]" and some other tags now (probably just him saying that he was doing the bugfixing now).
Then I was apparently playing the "super pre-release demo" at which point it became a cross of Pokemon (and I was apparently with a Scizor in a town filled with rapidly-breeding Torkoals and I was playing as a rarely-seen evo of that 'mon...Which makes no sense, but I guess dreams don't care) and then fog started to apepar in the whole town and (I think) Armok fanatics decided to raid that place...
Before that, I was in a conversation between a Scizor and two other 'mons, which included stuff like war and politics (or lack thereof for the latter, since there was a bit about "No politics.").
It was weird.
But it was my third DF2014 dream which really pisses me off because I WANT THIS THING RIGHT NOW.
Post by: darkpaladin109 on April 19, 2014, 07:16:05 pm
Post by: Putnam on April 19, 2014, 09:24:09 pm
This dream again.
Well, not quite, but apparently Toady posted the May FotF reply and said that it should "hopefully be the last one" (probably in relation to DF2014) and that the newest version has the "[FEATURE_COMPLETE]" and some other tags now (probably just him saying that he was doing the bugfixing now).
Then I was apparently playing the "super pre-release demo" at which point it became a cross of Pokemon (and I was apparently with a Scizor in a town filled with rapidly-breeding Torkoals and I was playing as a rarely-seen evo of that 'mon...Which makes no sense, but I guess dreams don't care) and then fog started to apepar in the whole town and (I think) Armok fanatics decided to raid that place...
Before that, I was in a conversation between a Scizor and two other 'mons, which included stuff like war and politics (or lack thereof for the latter, since there was a bit about "No politics.").
It was weird.
But it was my third DF2014 dream which really pisses me off because I WANT THIS THING RIGHT NOW.
Now, to be fair, the release should be feature complete within days, if it isn't already. And then it should be anywhere between two weeks and two months for bugfix time.
Post by: Mesa on April 20, 2014, 01:50:59 am
This dream again.
Well, not quite, but apparently Toady posted the May FotF reply and said that it should "hopefully be the last one" (probably in relation to DF2014) and that the newest version has the "[FEATURE_COMPLETE]" and some other tags now (probably just him saying that he was doing the bugfixing now).
Then I was apparently playing the "super pre-release demo" at which point it became a cross of Pokemon (and I was apparently with a Scizor in a town filled with rapidly-breeding Torkoals and I was playing as a rarely-seen evo of that 'mon...Which makes no sense, but I guess dreams don't care) and then fog started to apepar in the whole town and (I think) Armok fanatics decided to raid that place...
Before that, I was in a conversation between a Scizor and two other 'mons, which included stuff like war and politics (or lack thereof for the latter, since there was a bit about "No politics.").
It was weird.
But it was my third DF2014 dream which really pisses me off because I WANT THIS THING RIGHT NOW.
Now, to be fair, the release should be feature complete within days, if it isn't already. And then it should be anywhere between two weeks and two months for bugfix time.
Funny that you mention it, since today I dreamt about it AGAIN, and I was reading a status report in which Toady mentioned a release date of "around 30th of September".
And then the "new" version, 0.12, came out.
Soo...Yeah.
The steadily increasing rate of my dreams being about DF can only mean one thing...
It's coming soon.
Post by: TD1 on April 20, 2014, 09:37:45 am
DF update is coming.
Post by: Tawa on April 20, 2014, 12:16:37 pm
...Ok, that's a bit too optimistic, but tomorrow is the last day of spring break for me, and I want to spend it having a bar fight. With an adamantine battle axe.
Post by: Itnetlolor on April 20, 2014, 08:31:01 pm
Some of these gameshows are so insanely complex in their build and sometimes premise, the buildings they're hosted in are basically standing cities. Absurdly huge developments. What was fun about it was that it integrated all the game elements very well. Like some puzzles required some hard thinking like in Myst, some involved other game elements like LYNE as a means of unlocking a door, or KAMI to open a door, or release a floor of all it's traps. Racing was sometimes a throwaway reason to move to another part of the complex; and some tower-defense games was a means of keeping mob spawners at bay, or to be the enemy for the other competition. In some cases, platforming elements had to be kept in mind, and in some cases, the gravity is also a little different. It doesn't help that some parts of the building are non-euclidean, so mapping the place out is somewhat pointless.
Despite the short time span of a dream, I've had recurring dreams (including some naps) that amounted to about a week of data of me beating a tower. Overall, I think I conquered about 3 towers in my lifetime so far, and according to the scoreboard, I'm a bit of a gifted badass which had too much time on his hands. If I remembered my reason for attending it in the first place, I think it was because "It looked fun.". Some of the games in my Steam game list kinda remind me of my dreams.
I hope I'm a prophet of awesome, or at least, fun.
EDIT:
Looking back at some of these, I don't know if it's a crazy-awesome game show, or a ludicrously efficient Hell (or Heaven, depending on your tastes; Purgatory if you don't care either way, or are just spectating).
Post by: Lightningfalcon on April 21, 2014, 06:14:13 am
Next I realized that it was 11 p.m, and my parents were making me go to bed. I realized I didn't have my Latin done still, but I had apparently told them that I had finished it already, so I had to sneak onto my laptop to do it. But I kept getting interrupted by needing to do task that would conceal me from my parents while doing my work, which eventually escalated into driving on the road at the middle of night, turning on cruise control and just doing my work while in the passenger seat. The dream then morphed into me practicing for the drivers license exam/test. I apparently had no concept of safety, and I was driving around town at the maximum speed of the car, completely ignoring the complaints of my parents. While in town I witnessed a battle between a group of Sarranid Marmlukes and Swadian knights, and after the battle was over hired them to hunt down the robbers who attacked my house. Then somehow I switched to a Just Cause 2 style attack on an airport, where planes were kept on their side during takeoff.
Post by: SnugglePie on April 21, 2014, 03:26:55 pm
...I had been kidnapped by North Korean infiltrators, and taken...somewhere. ... I heard the words 32 and 0...Yes, I'm aware that I'm quoting a year old post. The reason is that I had a dream some time ago. I was tied to a chair in the middle of a dark room with no windows. The room was very small, roughly 1.5x1.5 meters with a ceiling 2 meters high. There was a lightbulb above my head. It emitted faint yellow light that was barely enough to allow me to see where the room's walls were. There was a door in front of me and a man standing between me and the door. I couldn't see him clearly because of how dark it was. Somehow I knew he was a Russian or North Korean military officer. There was an armed soldier to my left and another one to my right. The officer was asking me some questions that I don't remember. I didn't know the answers so the officer wasn't very pleased.
In the next part of the dream, I was tied to the same chair in the same room. The soldiers and the officer were there as well. The lightbulb was shining more brightly than before so I was able to see their faces. I knew several days had passed. I was sure my captors were North Korean at that point. There was another man in front and to the right of me. He was a young man wearing a black suit. He seemed to be European. He was trying to convince the officer that it would be for the best if they set me free as I was of no use to North Korea and other countries would be happy to start a war. They were talking in Korean and I had no trouble understanding until I realized I didn't speak Korean. I heard the negotiator say number 32, his words turned into gibberish right after that and he ended his speech with number 0. Then the dream ended.
Well, I guess I can add two more dreams while I'm at it.
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Post by: TD1 on April 21, 2014, 04:08:26 pm
Anyone else think Koreans have been planting sleeper units with codewords "32" and "0?" :P
Post by: Mr Space Cat on April 21, 2014, 08:36:57 pm
They communicated their orders through a variety of unexpected methods such as by hacking the school PA system, playing a pre-recorded video message through computer monitors, etc.
the most memorable "game" was when the shooters first made themselves known with their first game. The objective was to stay out of the gunner's sight and reach the end of an obstacle course. The obstacle course was a long, straight tunnel out of the school stadium. The tunnel had no cover, nothing to break the line of sight of the gunners, and was filled with every student and teacher in the school, who had all gathered there for an otherwise innocent football game or concert or something when no one knew about the shooters. The tunnel was packed full of too many people trying to get out of a chokepoint all at once.
So, it was basically the running of the bulls, except with lots more traffic and waaaay more shooting. It was a trick game in that the snipers had full view of the tunnel and could shoot anyone and everyone without breaking the rules, because there was no way to get out of their line of sight. Like shooting fish that you tricked into a barrel.
It was pretty terrifying. There were some other scenes and games but that's the most of what I can remember.
Post by: nomoetoe on April 22, 2014, 01:25:32 pm
After getting around some annoying power lines I flew into space going to some place called the ice nebula. I was viewing a screen telling what happened here in the last thousand years or so (I was there a long time) at one point organs started appearing, then human corpses, now I was on a spaceship with some people and we listened to music, we eventually landed on a planet (earth?) and were at the same building but everything else was gone.
The spaceship was now a bus and we were looking for a good place to get out, I saw some fairly large wolves and told the people not to get out cause there be wolves, we drove around the building a few times trying to kill the wolves I had dealt with quite a few but a velociraptor jumped into the bus (which was now a van) and tried to attack everyone, I used my power to slow time and grabbed the velociraptor (that was now a wolf) and pushed it out of the van (which was a bus again.)
When I set time to be normal again we looked out and everyone started screaming because we were with 2 other vans going in a big circle, I yelled "I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!" and now I saw a bunch of messages telling what happened (like in dwarf fortress) apparently I melted everyone and went far away never to be seen again.
Post by: nogoodnames on April 22, 2014, 01:45:16 pm
I tried to escape once, but some of the cultists managed to turn me back. I went back to pack up my stuff and grabbed a replica sword off the wall in case I needed to fight my way out. I knew now that I had shown them I would be disruptive they would be coming for me. I made it to the front door before the cultists surrounded me. The cult leader came up to talk to me and I was contemplating killing him with the sword, then I woke up.
I usually don't put much stock in my dreams, but this one seems to have been telling me something. I know that being helpless in a situation like that is one of my worst fears.
Then again, before the cult stuff the dream was focused on me playing with a bunch of hamsters, so who knows.
Post by: Itnetlolor on April 22, 2014, 10:35:52 pm
As I wake up, I see a shimmering angel, which looks familiar while at it, and picks me up as I'm broken down and defeated to the point of tears. I mean, feeling utterly powerless. Being lifted back into battle, I get an interesting message that gets me back into the fight (better mood and such) side-to-side with the angel, kicking ass while at it, while still a demon/devil. She basically said to me "A devil is none more than a fallen angel. Get back up.".
EDIT:
Think about it, I wanted to illustrate something like this. Angel and demon, fighting side by side as equals, complementing each others' abilities. Of course, the angel taking pity on the demon being the prequel image to it. Sorta came during a darker time. Was a cool enough image alone to lift me up a bit.
Post by: Putnam on April 23, 2014, 01:15:34 am
Post by: TD1 on April 23, 2014, 01:30:17 pm
During a nap, I had a bit of a micro-dream. Apparently, I was very demonic in nature, and just getting my ass handed to me by some mysterious forces beyond my comprehension; and in quite a movie-like fashion, I get slammed into the ground really hard by some demented monstrosity made of nothing; kinda hard to describe what nothing looks like, but the creature was pretty intimidating looking, even by my standards, and I'm jaded to these kinds of things normally. I suppose Gigyas comes to mind as something to compare to.That sounds like a cool book idea.
As I wake up, I see a shimmering angel, which looks familiar while at it, and picks me up as I'm broken down and defeated to the point of tears. I mean, feeling utterly powerless. Being lifted back into battle, I get an interesting message that gets me back into the fight (better mood and such) side-to-side with the angel, kicking ass while at it, while still a demon/devil. She basically said to me "A devil is none more than a fallen angel. Get back up.".
EDIT:
Think about it, I wanted to illustrate something like this. Angel and demon, fighting side by side as equals, complementing each others' abilities. Of course, the angel taking pity on the demon being the prequel image to it. Sorta came during a darker time. Was a cool enough image alone to lift me up a bit.
Post by: hops on April 25, 2014, 04:49:31 am
I don't remember anything else but the demonic reference and Bay12 make this seem noteworthy.
Post by: nomoetoe on April 25, 2014, 10:07:21 am
We came to a door that was boarded up, we decided this is were scp 173 probably was so we broke off the boards and went inside. We went in and now we were in a bright gymnasium with tables full of food, some people were coming in to eat so the elves decided to go outside and eat dandelions. I woke up before they got to eating.
Post by: Mesa on April 25, 2014, 03:12:03 pm
Basically, I was playing with my friends in my house and I was apparently meant to be a spaceship (guess we were supposed to be a bit younger in that dream...) and I was being chased by another ship (read: one of my friends). It was dark, and I run into my anteroom, but in order for my chaser to lose track of me, I had to "disable my heat and oxygen systems" (not sure how that would work, but ok), so I did that and I've noticed that my heat and oxygen levels were, well, dropping down fairly fast, but the enemy ship lost track of me and was planning to give up, but then he decided to prepare a "cloaking scan" (which IIRC was just him
After that I was apparently some sort of ancient robot or a spaceship that was brought back to "life" by inhabitants of a planet I was on, but I really can't pick up any more details than that.
Still, that was a pretty wacky and slightly nostalgic dream. Made me think of that WIP game Heat Signature (from the maker of Gunpoint) and FTL to some degree.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on April 25, 2014, 03:44:31 pm
The other one I had had a few day before was about a global catastrophe that destroyed the entire Western hemisphere, Africa and Europe. The former USSR survived it relatively unscathed. Europeans and Americans were forced to settle in overcrowded Southeast Asia and were eyeing to invade the resource-rich and spacious Russian lands. I can't remember anything else about it.
Post by: SnugglePie on April 26, 2014, 08:15:15 am
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The second dream took place in my home. I had a bucket of small fish and I was trying to teach three seals some tricks. They attacked me after a while and I woke up again.
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Post by: ShadowHammer on April 27, 2014, 05:48:18 pm
So I was in my house, at night, in my room, and then my brother (note: I don't actually have a brother IRL) comes into my room and tells me that we are going to have a council in the living room. I go out to the living room, and my sister is already there, and then the three of us start having a council of war. It turns out that a group of demons led by a dragon was approaching the house, and that we had to hold them off. We were just preparing to leave the house to give battle to them, when a group of heavily armed and armored dwarves shows up in the backyard. We go out, and along with the dwarves, start sneaking around the side of the house. The demons are in the front yard, so we burst out of the side gate and charge at them, and the battle begins. I was going well, until the dragon showed up and just started smacking dwarves left and right. They all start yelling, "Fall back! FALL BACK!!!" so I start slowly backing towards the gate, but sadly I was awoken before the battle could go any farther than that.
Post by: Vattic on April 28, 2014, 12:44:03 pm
I had a number of weird dreams today. In one I was in the centre of the city I used to live in, it was summer time, and my grandparents were with me. I was riding a bicycle who's wheels were all weirdly shaped and I almost fell in the river a few times. The bike was very slow and I don't remember peddling at all. When turning I could lean until touching the ground with no problem. My grandma was panicking about my safety.
Another dream had me book shopping. They had a load of really thick books and inside they were comics with no text. The art style was similar to that in Rice Boy or Order of Tales, but unlike Rice Boy there was no colour. I wish I could remember the title of the books and the content, there was even the authors name.
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Post by: nomoetoe on April 29, 2014, 01:00:53 pm
It was easter and I was at my grandmas listening to music on the radio, it was strange and mostly about ponies, I saw someone parade around on tv it was a guy wearing green makeup and a pink dress prancing down the road with a little girl in a matching dress apparently he was the grinch.
I was walking home from this event nearly getting run over MANY times I eventually realized no one would be home and went back to my grandma's home.
Then I was in a building doing some stuff and became some kind of monster flying around terroizing people one guy stuck his hand up and touched me gently, it weakened but enraged me he thought all was good now... Then thousands of monsters like me began to spring up out of the ground millions, billions even trillions! Then skeletons small and large ran around attacking people there was so much blood!
Then I was a giant skeleton I had lost 2 of my arms but I had replaced them with crushed cars, I walked through the town the people didn't seem to be bothered by me, I decided to walk through 2 red lights and some guys got mad, me and me (two me's one body) decided to have a fight and we killed them.
Later on I went to space traveling around with buddies in a spaceship and stopping by a space station, I had gained organs and skin at this point but was still just a skeleton and I was human sized. Some people were playing a game of soccer/football inside and I eventually joined them, it was a short game and I went out to deal with some pirates. I had accidently stuck my body out into space while the ship was moving and lost all my flesh except for my eyes.
I went to a lunch party with some people and after I finished 'eating' I walked around the house and found jesus sitting on a bed, 4 demons were running around the house and I talked with them a bit. I got in my spaceship to look for my body parts and got interuptted by 2 pirates, 1 of them died quickly but the other had an annoying self repairing ship, I (we) grew giant and crushed the ship it took a while but he eventually died.
after shrinking to normal size we landed on a planet a snowy planet, looking for my organs and flesh which apparently landed here, we ran over them and I went back to go get them but ended up far away from them behind a building.
There was a little red demon I apparently knew who was quite excited to see me. I showed him my body but it looked fleshy and whole (it was apparently an illusion I made) He freaked out when he noticed that I was just a skeleton with 2 eyes where my lungs should be.
I was then in a bedroom and there was this guy talking (who apparently was me) about how he regained his flesh and organs and after some time (7583925893258392 years or so) settled down and found love.
I was now bodyless and watching a little girl with here mother they were outside in the snow playing and making a snowman, then some friends appeared and things got weird then I came along around the size of a child and started singing and dancing as everyone around joined me, the mother was a bit worried but she went along with it. I was about to reveal what I was for my arrival to this new world! But I woke up :c
Post by: Steelmagic on April 29, 2014, 05:42:58 pm
For one thing three stringy-haired ghost girls (Sadako, Alma, and one other who's name escapes me, to be exact) were going to murderize the shit out of me. I took this rather well, as in it only somewhat bothered me that I was almost guaranteed to die. To make matters worse another girl seemed to have the intention of keeping me locked up in her basement forever. This bothered me slightly more as I think this girl was also my sister, still not overly concerned though. There were other people trying to kill me but I can't remember them very well. I also stole a SWAT van with my friends at one point, related to the fact that almost all of the world seemed to want me dead, except for my friends and my obsessive sister.
Post by: Ddynamo on April 29, 2014, 07:34:13 pm
I remember putting fruit loops and maple syrup into an icy machine and eating it. For some reason there were two machines....
Post by: Itnetlolor on April 29, 2014, 09:25:51 pm
Basically, the dream was in a similar environment, except the river ride from the spring was much longer, and there was no beginning nor end to the river, but there was always somewhere to go to, and much like the spring I was at, there was almost always an overhead shady canopy made by the trees, though if you could fly, I don't think they would trap you (like a giant venus fly trap), though I have had similar dreams like that, but that's another story. Anyway, it felt like I was able to transcend time and space, given each location led to another life, or something. Funny enough, there was always traffic (not much at all times; enough to be comfy and meet someone.), people and boats/rafts from all different eras and cultures and cultural timelines, some not even terrestrial in nature. Much like my visit to the spring, it was very peaceful and relaxing. The water was even nice/refreshing enough to swim in, and it was clear and clean enough to painlessly open my eyes under.
Like an Endless Beach version I've come up with, I hope this is another version of Purgatory that could be visited. I mean, the main point of the place is to purge, right? Basically, I would assume them to be environments one can easily meditate in. It's not Heaven, but it's good enough. Kinda like Myst.
EDIT:
Not meaning to religiously debate, but as I see it, Heaven is like a play pen/sandbox (the ultimate of ultimates) and maybe even a resort & spa, Purgatory is a meditation area, be it a beach, river, ocean, orbit, and Hell is essentially just a correctional facility/discipline area. Funny enough, they all can very much be one and the same thing, and in reality, is none more than a state of mind; could also be perspective. I mean, you could be in Heaven, and still experience Hell. How? Because you're the janitor of Heaven.
...Garry's Mod idea, combine Viscera Cleanup Detail, and the antics of GMod to cleanup. Congrats, now you're a supernatural janitor cleaning up the mess, also known as a Langolier by trade.
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Speaking of Heaven, this is one of my favorite personal interpretations of how it can look (http://youtu.be/bO9ugnn8DbE). I mean, and I thought Coruscant would be an easy place to get lost in, this place also navigates non-euclian in manner most the time. Mind you, like the video linked, this is only a 3D cutout of a set size (AKA- cropped 3D area), and somehow every crevice is lit, and has a shadow still as if it's noontime. The place is non-euclideanly lit. Wherever in your perception is "up", it's where the sunlight source/"noon" is. I guess a Perceptual Reality is a good way to put it.
Post by: Yoink on April 30, 2014, 12:06:23 pm
There was a girl who I very much liked, and she had a boyfriend whom I very much disliked. I think there was some sort of videogame conversation mechanic or something, but whatever the case I would often pester him about her for whatever reason. I was plotting against him, although whether just to make them break up or to kill the guy I can't remember.
Anyway, he got irritated with me, well, irritating him, as well as suspicious of me, and then there was a scene where I was sitting on my (real-life) bed and I heard his voice all of a sudden, as he'd crept inside, and then my strength started failing, I was becoming very weak and my vision was fading as though I'd been poisoned.
I began shouting frantically for my brother, who I dimly heard come out of his room and towards me, but by the time he got there to help I couldn't really see and I had just collapsed limply against my bed and the wall.
I kept shouting at him to help me, my voice growing weaker and weaker as I panicked, and then--
I woke up for real, lying under the blankets, perfectly fine. That freaked me out a little.
This is what happens when I try to get into a decent sleeping schedule. :P
Post by: Sappho on May 01, 2014, 08:59:09 am
Not this time. This time, the dream felt like the real world. I knew it was a dream, but somehow, it was more real than that, more significant. There was an entire universe there which would simply vanish forever when I left. And I had commitments there. I had a whole life there, with people and places and possessions that I didn't want to lose.
All this lasted just a brief moment. I could feel myself being pulled away. I cried out, tried to resist, but it was no use. I felt like I was dying. The world faded to white, gone forever. All that was left was a vague feeling that there had been something complex and wonderful that I would never see again.
Post by: Tawa on May 01, 2014, 12:30:25 pm
I just had another tg dream.Resist!
These are becoming incredibly common.
Deny cmegette3!
Stay strong!
EDIT: OH GOD MUST RESIST GENDER BENDER D & D QUEST
HEEEEEEEEEEEELP
Post by: Yoink on May 03, 2014, 10:39:53 am
I was browsing an antique store with my mother, I think it was in an area I either hadn't been to before, or hadn't visited in years.
There was plenty of interesting stuff there, the shop had this row of open roller-doors as an entrance, and I think Mum was chatting to the shopkeeper. There was some woman who came in at one point with a child, who she was loudly talking to, and I overheard her describing the city I live in as ugly but nice. She was annoying somehow.
Anyway, after being there a while I was just sortof standing near Mum, and then I saw someone familiar looking come into the shop. It was a girl I'd (sort-of) known back in primary school, I think in grades five and six, who had always been incredibly creative and pretty much an all-round awesome person.
She was wearing a big wide-brimmed sunhat, but despite that I still went over to say hello.
"[HERNAME]? Oh wow, it is you!" I said, and she smiled but didn't seem to recognize me right away.
To be fair it's been about ten years, she hasn't changed a bit, and we were never really close friends to begin with. :P
Anyway, she made a couple of guesses as to who I might be before giving up, and then she (of course) recognized my name when I told it to her and we started chatting. I noticed my mother snapping photos of this sudden reunion, but somehow I was only mildly embarrassed by it. The girl I was talking to didn't seem to care at all.
Then after a bit, another classmate from primary school showed up with a couple of other people.. I'm guessing she currently knew the other girl or something, perhaps they both lived nearby. I'd known her a bit better back in the day, and so she greeted me with a hug- which pretty much lifted me off the floor, giving how tall she was.
We laughed about that, and then the guy she was with- presumably her boyfriend- introduced himself.
He was covered in (good) tattoos and piercings, was wearing some sort of mutilated baseball jersey, and had a fairly normal, short hairstyle on one side of his head, then a shaved strip followed by a dramatic spike of hair on the other. I liked him immediately. The rest of the group (apart from my old schoolfriend) were also dressed in similar ways, and I think I recognized them as some sort of local clique.
Can't remember just what everyone spoke about, but everyone seemed to get along and it made me very happy.
The heavily-tattooed, wild-looking guys decided that they liked me, and that I needed a nickname- which, according to my tall schoolfriend, was called a "spingbang" in their slang vernacular. ??? One of them whipped out a phone to assist in creating my new name, which apparently had a "Sping-speak" app of some sort- I guess their group was called Sping or something.
"Little Bro Potato" was a WIP version of my 'spingpang', although they weren't happy with that. Can't remember what it ended up as, nor just why the guy with the phone suggested that to start with.
It was a really, really damn nice dream. Meeting up with those two would be pretty cool. Probably.
Basically it was one of those really pleasant, unlikely dreams that you're sad to see the end of- except I'm still happy, strangely enough. :) Now I'm feeling kinda nostalgic, a little sad that I never really became friends with the people who I met in the dream, but somehow it's not enough to stop me feeling happy about it.
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Post by: Tawa on May 03, 2014, 12:07:43 pm
Then it suddenly moved to the viewpoint of, from all people, a Muslim hypnotherapist.
WTF, brain. Popcorn before bed, never again.
Post by: Eric Blank on May 04, 2014, 01:43:07 pm
Post by: Yoink on May 04, 2014, 11:31:19 pm
I dunno, I think whatever dream I'd been having earlier on had involved me fleeing the law with my young partner in crime, and then at the end I died and suddenly the dream shifted to me riding a horse, being chased by a sheriff for some reason. Memory's a little hazy since I've been awake for several hours now, but I remember the last bit.
Anyway, the guy was focusing on catching me on his horse, with his gun still holstered. We were out on some sort of open prairie terrain, and then he finally did ride me down, only for me to grab a sawnoff from my saddle and blast him before he could get off his horse and draw his gun.
Then I rode off, and oddly enough the open prairie/desert abruptly shifted into a built-up town/suburb about a hundred meters away. I started failing pretty bad at riding around this point, trying to get my horse to go where I wanted it to go, and almost sliding out of my saddle repeatedly. My subconscious didn't give dream-me any stirrups, unfortunately.
I did have a pretty cool feeling moment when I passed a cute girl going on horseback in the opposite direction, with me suddenly managing to sit up straight in the saddle atop my gigantic black warhorse-looking thing, but the illusion was quickly shattered afterwards when I crashed my horse into some rubbish bins whilst trying to dismount.
Then I woke up. :-\ Damnit, Dream-Me.
Post by: Mesa on May 05, 2014, 03:47:41 am
This time, Toady posted a devblog that he's pretty much done with the bugfixing and among other things he said this:
Quote from: Dream ToadyOne
[...] a normal game dev would say that "a new game version has been released". I'd say that "DF2014 is done.".
Later on he mentioned that he'll be livestreaming DF2014, but won't release it at the same time so the servers don't blow up. (something to that effect)
He also said "no storytelling".
Later on I was browsing the Bay12 (probably some upper board thread due to the forum style) and he posted something about implementing sniper rifles into DF and that they're pretty much bug-free and linked to some other post about it.
Then I was browsing the Awesomenauts forums and saw a notorious amount of people posting about national socialists, including one of the game devs who posted a link to some site about the subject.
#DreamsMakeNoSense
Post by: Orange Wizard on May 05, 2014, 04:09:46 am
Then I left the hose on (or couldn't turn it off, or something) and the neighbour's lake(?) flooded (somehow). They were understandably pissed off at my gross disregard for the laws of physics and did something, I don't know what, but it ended with me pushing some guy in a wheelchair away from a giant tidal wave.
There was another bit (I think this was a separate dream) where me and Wheelchair Guy where prancing around some pseudo-Germanic village where everyone lived underground and had red doors. My aunt was there, but she was a crazy German woman.
((Side note: I do have an aunt who is a kind-of-crazy sort-of part-German, so this is not too far from the truth.))
Post by: Trapezohedron on May 05, 2014, 07:51:32 am
Post by: Arx on May 05, 2014, 08:06:01 am
I dozed off, knowing that I was able to read the map even in my sleep. I did not dream. I woke when the map informed me that the entire enemy detachment had just crested the rise. I began firing in their direction, I have no cooking clue what with. It was some kind of red streaks, and I definitely didn't have a gun, whilst attempting to alert the rest of my squad. Before I could do anything significant, the opposition launched a flank maneuver and captured my squad. A moment later, they were upon me too.
I do not know what purpose I served, or why the hill was important, but I do know that we failed dramatically.
Post by: TD1 on May 05, 2014, 08:15:28 am
Post by: Radio Controlled on May 05, 2014, 08:39:02 am
Post by: Cryxis, Prince of Doom on May 05, 2014, 10:53:28 am
this
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
once inside i was trapped in an infinite maze of halls and stairs being chased and running into above creature and hearing his creepy voice scream at me all the while trying to not get covered in the blood that was seeping from the walls
and im pretty sure echo and the bunny man was playing in the background
I was horrified
Post by: Steelmagic on May 05, 2014, 01:19:14 pm
I was an undead warlord or something of the type, though I was in very good shape and you probably wouldn't be able to tell I was dead from looking at me. I and my army were raised by a guy who was apparently retired from the US army and bent on world domination for whatever reason. But before I could be put to work, I had to compete against others who he considered hiring to make sure I was the army he chose. I won the competition (which is good, failure would've meant we were sent back to our graves) with my superior undead training, also turns out a skeleton can learn to use a rifle pretty quickly.
After winning the competition the campaign began, starting somewhere in the US. We were already dead so we had the advantage. But at some point after annihilating one town, some girl survived, escaped, and became completely obsessed with me, she began following us from a slowly decreasing distance. I sent undead soldiers after her, undead soldiers who never came back.
I, the mighty undead warlord, was too afraid of this obviously insane girl to go after her myself. I woke up shortly after she abandoned stealth altogether and I came face to face with her.
At least this one wasn't my (nonexistent in real life) sister.
Post by: Arx on May 07, 2014, 04:20:43 am
A group gathered in the courtyard of a mansion, drawn out of a meaningless social event. It was organised by the ringleader, as a pretext to bring the group together in this place. They began chanting, calling on the being to rise, calling it the Great One. Thankfully they were unsuccessful. They dispersed.
It's a good thing dreams don't predict the future, because the nature of these last three is such that if they did come true, the world would go to hell in a handbasket. My subconscious has me thoroughly creeped out. I'm quite glad this one didn't continue.
Post by: Trapezohedron on May 07, 2014, 05:40:05 am
Post by: Itnetlolor on May 08, 2014, 12:52:15 am
I've dreamed up some pretty cool environments like this game had, and just as physics-defying (and some pretty clever puzzles; like some of the perspective-based ones I've come across here and there). Had more fun with my mind wandering and the thoughts that passed as I traveled and solved puzzles, and done some zany things as I wandered.
Post by: Cryxis, Prince of Doom on May 08, 2014, 10:55:48 am
anyone else not have dreams that they remember when they wake up?
Post by: Arx on May 09, 2014, 12:08:43 am
Last night I was wandering through a shopping centre, past 10pm. Many of the light bulbs were blown, and there were oddly few shoppers. I was on the second story, passing by a bookshop, when a strange dog-like animal manifested itself (? It was just there) and began attacking people. Oddly enough, there was a squad of five or six men with R-5's and bullet proof vests standing right there, who opened fire. They managed to damage its jaw, but not enough; it killed them, somehow. I started slowly and smoothly backing away from it, but it started chasing me anyway. I spent close on five minutes running from it, before spinning and kicking it solidly in the muzzle. It caught onto my foot, but I dislodged it.
I had run into an area of the mall that was still under construction; there were beams across the ceiling at just above head height, and the walls were unpainted. I reached a corner of the corridor, which was walled with glass on the outside, before jumping and grabbing one of the beams. I swung myself up, just avoiding the beast snapping at my feet, before swinging myself forward and landing on its back, feet together. I snapped its spine and crushed its ribcage when I hit it.
A horrific, easily nine foot tall winged humanoid with horns and massive claws rounded the corner. I awoke.
Post by: TD1 on May 09, 2014, 08:57:28 am
The only one this doesn't apply to happened ages ago, and I remember it quite clearly. There was a mossy, vine chocked pillar, and on it was a woman. There was a huge beast of titanic proportions, and the woman was going to be sacrificed to it. Oddly enough, I remember the pillar most of all. I saved the woman, of course, but still, that pillar seems to have had meaning that is the only bit of the dream I can't recall. Wish I could.
Post by: Knit tie on May 09, 2014, 09:13:06 am
Most of the time I forget soon after waking and am left with vague notions. But I write my dreams down on waking, just for laughs.Even your dreams are poetic, Dwarfy. Mine usually devolve into random slapstick instead.
The only one this doesn't apply to happened ages ago, and I remember it quite clearly. There was a mossy, vine chocked pillar, and on it was a woman. There was a huge beast of titanic proportions, and the woman was going to be sacrificed to it. Oddly enough, I remember the pillar most of all. I saved the woman, of course, but still, that pillar seems to have had meaning that is the only bit of the dream I can't recall. Wish I could.
Post by: miauw62 on May 11, 2014, 06:04:20 am
Man, I love remembering my dreams. It sucks that I can't remember them most of the time.
Post by: TD1 on May 11, 2014, 06:28:04 am
Then, time skipped forward. The land now was sprouting with some crops, there was a house gleaming white in the sun with a tenant that paid rent, a spring as well.
Then, time skipped forward but this time I knew it was only by about a few minutes. Now, the woman was happy and dancing on the beach in the surf.
Pretty random, I know.
Post by: Ddynamo on May 11, 2014, 07:35:51 am
But I went to a Stephen Colbert "concert" in my dream (whatever a that is), and it took place in that place tributes are interviewed in the Hunger Games.
Post by: Radio Controlled on May 11, 2014, 02:14:39 pm
On starship (think Galactica, but with a white Star Trek like aesthetic).
Got boarded by... I dunno, a cross between
-(robotic) cylons (they had a chrome/silver color)
-xenomorphs (Alien, the general form and movement)
-the Borg (they were going to assimilate us)
I distinctly remember some marines (who looked like the ones from the Starship Trooper film) getting messily slaughetered. I saw this from a monitor in the bridge.
Unfortunately, my alarm clock woke me before the climax of the story.
Post by: Steelmagic on May 11, 2014, 03:24:39 pm
I was friends with a demon (or something, she wasn't quite human anyway) girl. She lived with her brother I think he was. Regardless after some unimportant things that I don't remember, I was called to her house with a detective because of shooting. I immediately knew what happened and we went in to the house. The detective opened a door and found her brother laying on the ground injured. He pulled a gun on the detective and was shot and killed. I meanwhile found my friend laying on the ground having been shot by her brother, so I began administering first aid.
Suddenly scene switch, we are now fantasy adventurers out of nowhere. We went around Europe, which had orcs, goblins, and some guys who reminded me of Nazgul. The nazgul guys were nice though, despite how they looked. I and my demon friend go around exploring, helping people, fighting in large battles (often times with the assistance of the cool nazgul looking guys), and bickering over inane shit. Sometimes all at once.
Post by: Yoink on May 11, 2014, 08:24:28 pm
The earliest dream I can remember revolved around a couple of men who were producing/dealing some terrible drug on the orders of the Devil (or some other demon, perhaps). They roped in another guy to help them, but he eventually started to distrust them and realized they planned on killing him when he was no longer needed.
They just smiled knowingly at him when he confronted them over it, which confirmed his suspicions, but there was nothing he could do.
That dream ended when they summoned their demonic master, his horrifying face (which looked like a character from a certain popular comic) comic through a rift with a bunch of minor demons and twisting the three of them into various grotesque shapes amidst a whole heap of screaming. I remember that one of them turned into a small humanoid with a tophat, and then into nothing but a sentient tophat, and I think the dream followed his/its adventures for a while but I cannot remember.
The second one involved a man (possibly me) who was somehow transformed into a seemingly indestructible, time-travelling android warrior/assassin. I think he almost died or something and was rescued (by them?), and that's why he changed, but I don't remember. There was a whole race of these creatures, who would hop about the continuum, killing targets for money or on the orders of their superiors.
I guess all of them had been human once, but apart from the main character they seemed to have lost all traces of humanity and become merciless killing machines instead. Our protagonist, though, was travelling with a group of humans who he refused to kill when ordered to, and a couple of the androids were sent to complete the task and bring him into the fold.
He defied them and protected his human friends, and thus began a long running battle through space-time with him defending various groups of people from the androids. I can't remember if he somehow transported his friends through time with him, or if he was protecting completely unrelated groups. I just remember that it was pretty badass.
Last part I remember of the dream was he and a group of humans holed up in some large building (possibly an old wooden farmhouse) as a few androids prepared to attack them. I know some of these humans mistrusted him for being an android himself, but he eventually got them to give him a rifle so that he could hold them off while the others escaped.
I think he had found ways to kill his near-invincible brethren, but I can't remember for sure.
A pity I don't remember more of the dream, as it was freakin' awesome.
The last one I can't remember very well, but at one point I was playing some 3D, Super-Smash-Brothers-esque fighting game with my brother. We were both playing as the same character, who I believe was supposed to be Carl Grimes (don't ask me why) and whilst I wasn't very good at this game, my brother (who was expected to win) failed at using his wiimote (or whatever motion controllers we had), fell of and lost- and spent ages complaining and blaming the controller.
The game also involved fishing, for some reason, and it got weirder as the dream went on but sadly I can't remember.
Probably because the last scene involved me using a toilet, and I woke up with a start just as I started to piss myself. >.>
I guess that's what happens when you lie in bed for faaaaaar too long dreaming. Ugh.
Post by: SnugglePie on May 12, 2014, 08:15:14 am
Then a creepy voice said: "Are you having fun?". I turned my head from the screen. There was Heath Ledger's Joker standing in the middle of the room. He was holding a gun in his right hand. There were two henchmen with SMGs behind him. Joker looked at me and said: "I know how we can make this even more fun.". He aimed his gun at me. I started begging: "Please no, please no. Please let me live!". I was so scared I could barely speak. I was speaking in Czech while Joker was speaking in English for some reason. "Why would I do that?" he asked and put his gun right to my head. "There's no reason to kill me, you won't gain anything from it." I said. "And what reason is there to let you live?" Joker asked while apparently enjoying how scared I was. "Because it's, uh... it's a nice thing to do?" I barely managed to say. Joker didn't seem impressed.
"You know what? We'll play a game. If I win, you die. If you win, you'll live and you'll keep these." he said as he pulled three bank-notes out of his sleeves. He made me hold two bank-notes on my chest with my chin. If I couldn't hold them, Joker would shoot me immediately. Then sat down on a chair in front of me, still aiming at my head. "Now, start counting." he said. I had no idea what he meant. "What? You didn't tell me that. How much should I count to and how quickly?" I asked while I felt sweat getting in my eyes. He tilted his head to a side. I am sure he was thinking "Should I just kill this little bitch and continue with someone else?" Then I woke up.
I've never seen The Dark Knight. I only saw a few bits that would equate to barely a third of the film and that was more than half a year ago.
Edit: I remembered something. When Joker wanted me to count, it was somehow connected to him tossing a coin. I wanted to say: "Hey! Tossing a coin is what Two face (or whatever his name is) does. That's a different villain!" but I woke up just before I could do it.
Post by: IronTomato on May 12, 2014, 09:40:17 pm
Despite being self-taught, I'm really good at doing stuff in LDs, (like flying, magic, summoning, teleportation, waking up, staying asleep, etc) It was a lot of fun. A lot of crazy and weird plot elements took place, so I won't go into detail here, but it still feels good to kick ass, even if you're basically inside yourself.
Also, I woke up feeling elated that morning. LD high is best high.
Post by: Itnetlolor on May 12, 2014, 11:50:26 pm
It's pretty awesome when you find something awesome in one dream, make sure to remember it, and find it in the gallery at a much later time. Child-me had some pretty awesome stuff; some were even prototypes of some present-day ideas, like a quantum magazine/clip in a gun, allowing for a sidearm to fire countless bullets without reloading, along with elemental modification. I also had some pretty odd, yet pretty awesome things that had random properties as well. My childhood contributed some of my more bizarre dream tools/weapons/armor.
After enough experiences with it, I've developed my LD'ing abilities to allow for accurate simulation of all sensory function, including ESP functions like psychokinesis and such. Makes for some rather interesting dreams. For starters, imagine being awoken in your dream by a spider the size of a house, and it's all jumpy and cheerful like a little dog. *Shudder* I never thought I could get tired in a dream before, I never ran so fast. Didn't help that some sort of exotic creature tamer I apparently knew there tamed this thing, and it's their favorite pet. That guy was an asshole for letting their pet spider wake up their arachnophobic friend like that.
Post by: BFEL on May 13, 2014, 01:43:42 am
Badass little cute kitty :3
Post by: Yoink on May 13, 2014, 01:45:18 am
I know there were a whole bunch of local bands (two of which I remember being real, the rest dreamt up) playing in some sort of big contest (battle of the bands style)/tour thing, and then it culminated with members from a bunch of different bands getting up on stage to perform together. For some reason I remember that the drummer was pretty much a giant, and had propelled his kit across the stage by the end of the set.
The dream ended when I tried to get out of my seat (it was some sort of cinema-style auditorium) and collapsed on the floor due to my legs mysteriously not working. I shouted at them to work, which didn't help, and then began dragging myself across the floor at which point I woke up.
...I actually remembered a lot more of that dream than I expected to.
Post by: Steelmagic on May 13, 2014, 12:51:16 pm
I was a detective investigating a series of murders with my partner, important gang members were being killed. While this may not necessarily be a bad thing, we had to investigate it anyway. Eventually we determined that the murderer was another gang member and an informant for us. We brought him along to help us take down another gang member, and told him that this guy was the killer to make him feel safe. We went by boat and ended up in a large firefight with this other guy and apparently decided fuck backup we've got this. Our informant/killer "friend" eventually shot him in the head with a sniper rifle. I then revealed that we knew informant was the real killer, cuffed him, and tossed him into the boat. Which he proceeded to drive away in. Fortunately I shot him in the head with my standard issue sniper rifle, and he respawned a short distance away.
Oh, by the way informant guy respawns when you kill him. I then ran up to him and yelled at him to get on the ground, but he ran so I shot him with my standard issue G36 assault rifle while my partner shot him with a pistol. He respawned again and my partner blew him a few hundred feet into the air with standard issue explosives, he landed unscathed and said "Maybe I should be a stunt double" as he stood up. I kicked him down to the ground and responded with "Maybe a stunt double could help you go fuck yourself" as I cuffed him and threw him into the back of a nearby car that I and my partner
Then I woke up. For some reason I vividly remember "Maybe a stunt double could help you go fuck yourself."
Post by: Yoink on May 14, 2014, 08:10:36 pm
I had various different guns, for some reason; I remember a big m4-looking thing, except especially chunky and with a fancy red trim, and what looked like an SMG but was actually a rapid-fire shotgun. Anyway, me and my squad wandered through some desert country fighting the enemy, no idea what our exact objectives were. I remember one firefight with me firing my guns around a doorframe at a bunch of insurgents, I can't remember if my squad was with me or not.
Eventually we were defeated(or maybe I'd been seperated from my squad), and I did a Jon Snow and begged for mercy, joining their cause whilst telling myself I'd get back at them later. It worked, and I travelled with this rag-tag bunch of insurgents(?) for a while, gaining their trust. I don't think we actually fought any of my old allies in that time, although I don't remember.
After a while they were planning some big attack using remote explosives, and a plan quickly occurred to me that I could activate one carried by my teammates and blow them up, then join back up with the soldiers we were attacking. They didn't trust me with the explosives at first, but I think I convinced them somehow, since next thing I remember I had surrendered to my original allies and was taken to some rather odd military base.
I was having either a debrief or a medical checkup, or a mixture of the two, with a couple of stern-faced officers sitting opposite me at a plain-looking table. The base had a strange sort of layout, it was like a compound home of sorts, with separate buildings connected by a courtyard and pathways(a bit like a house I used to live in, come to think of it). It seemed strangely laid-back and festive for a military base.
Anyway, I was quickly distracted from this important debrief by a cat. There was an odd-looking cat caged in the room, a bright blue colour with streaks of green, and I went over to play with her. Apparently she'd gotten into the base and ran around getting into all sorts of mischief before they'd finally caught her and locked her up, the two officers explained to me, trying to get my attention. The cat didn't really like me, attempting (and perhaps succeeding) to bite me through the cage, although I didn't mind.
I let her out, paying no mind to the two officers, and followed her around the base for a while.
I guess they forgave me eventually.
The next thing I remember was a scene with tall skyscrapers. Not sure if the place was somehow part of the military base, nearby, or what- or maybe it was a completely separate dream, although I don't think so.
Superman and Spiderman were battling some superpowered foes between the buildings, although no-one paid them much mind.
I remember being in the upper storeys of a building, which for some reason was made from wood and fancy glass windows, like the back of an old ship. It was there that I encountered the 'goombles', which were strange creatures looking somewhat like inverted persimmons with a face. Not sure where they at first came from, but there was at least one human who cared for them, and I think the cat did, too. By the end of the dream there were a couple of large families of goombles.
Anyway, a bit later with whatever badguys dealt with, Superman was trying desperately to get Spiderman's attention.
You see, they'd been planning a party- for Halloween or something, I think, or maybe a birthday- and it was gonna be off the hook. But right now, Spiderman was more interested in chatting up some tiny anthropomorphic cricket/grasshopper girl, and was hopping all over these buildings to follow her around.
Superman tried dangling various spider-treats off the roof of the building to no avail, and pleaded with Spiderman to come.
He briefly got his attention by mentioning one of the girls invited to the party planned on dancing naked, but the grasshopper-girl distracted him again. I don't know how this ended, sadly- did Superman drag Spiderman along to the party? Did Superman go on his own, giving up on Spiderman? Or did Spidey make like a real spider and eat the anthropomorphic cricket before heading off to party down?
I have no idea. I also have no idea why this dream got so weird.
Last thing I remember before waking up was some sort of monsters living in the skyscrapers, which would have devoured the baby goombles if not for their (rather fearsome) parents protecting them. I think the adult ones had arms, and maybe legs.
This dream was kinda messed up. O.o
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 16, 2014, 01:52:21 am
I'm not sure what exactly inspired such a dream, but it appears my brain is good at making story ideas when I least expect it.
Post by: Mesa on May 17, 2014, 07:17:23 am
Among a plethora of other things.
In no particular order, there were following things happening in this dream:
- I was thrown into a world that aesthetically resembled both Minecraft and Roblox. I was riding a train (which looking fairly realistic, even though it was the steam-powered one.) through some snowy area (I think), which was of course perfectly flat. The tracks also curved on a dime, Minecraft-style, because again, dream logic.
As I was driving the train (at a fairly slow pace), a ton of animals like dogs and cats were getting on the tracks, but luckily weren't stupid enough to stay there long enough for me to drive over them.
After some time I rode through a tunnel and the train got stuck at the end of it, and I ended up in some sort of enclosed valley. I started wandering it until I found some cave but it was blocked by pitch black blocks of all things. I then removed them, Space Engineers-style and entered the cave. It was very dark, and after a few seconds I saw some kinda black-and-purple ghost cat and realized I was playing some sort of game because there was a webcam of me going nuts in the top right corner (and I don't even have a webcam, lol). At that point the dream shifted into something else.
- I was browsing the main Bay12 page and noticed that Toady set up an official DF channel on IRCc where we could celebrate the release of DF2014 (which IIRC happened on 14th of June in the dream...inb4 that's the release date.). I think that the forum layout was changed as well, being much more gray. Can't remember much about that part. Eithe r way it was about DF2014 so my dream-counter goes up again.
- I was wandering through my..."town" (it's not a town, it's more like a village, really) and met one of my old friends. We then began wandering through the village (and it became really hot and I was still wearing my raincoat, for whatever reason). We were walking towards the train station (since that's where she lives) but somehow ended up in a place that's basically on the other side of the village (which I think may have appeared in one of my earlier dreams some months ago...not sure) with a few other people I can't quite remember. Afterwards my friend was gone and I was on a gas station with my mom, where we bought some water, coca-cola and I think I was looking at a shelf with a "skull-flavored" Milka chocolate and was about to buy it, but after that I woke up.
I think there was a fourth "subplot" in that dream, but I'm not very certain. (I may have woken up within that dream (Inception-style) and accidently also woken up, sister and her boyfriend who were supposedly visiting us, but I'm not sure in which part of the dream that has happened.)
Post by: Akura on May 17, 2014, 10:15:55 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 17, 2014, 02:06:43 pm
Post by: Mesa on May 18, 2014, 02:46:37 am
The "participants" then told him they were going to cook five chickens...alive. In some hay, I believe. That would certainly be a nasty dish.
After that they started to set up the hay near a barn of some sort. Suddenly, spiders started to come out from the hay and buildings (apparently they were widows) and nobody seemed bothered by them.
Then a giant centipede with spines on its back appeared and starred to literally shoot at the spiders with some venom. There were also ants that tried to kill it, to no avail. Soon a queen ant (a very long one with like 8 pairs of legs) was forced to escape, but the centipede was faster and promptly killed her by stabbing her with some sort of spikes at the front of its body, which caused the queen's body to dissolve.
Tge centipede then returned to one of the houses and the dream switched to a game-like third person perspective of the centipede, and I remember that it was reaching a speed of 0.50-0.70 km/h, but it was definitely way more than that.
It returned to one of the houses and the Top Gear (UK version) ending theme started to play, and I've been told that the centipede's venom has been nerfed in the next patch. I could also see two centipedes rampaging through some people, hiding in giant metal crates, Metal Gear Solid-style.
Weird, but fun. 8/10 - DreamGN
Post by: MonkeyHead on May 18, 2014, 06:01:23 am
So, anyway, my anti-terror terror cell ends up on its first mission - defending a big red barn from a bunch of stereotypical talibani looking people. In my squad was me (with my 2 guns), 2 generic squaddie types, and a 1950's style stereotypical "British Major" who stomped around the place "Marching up and down the square". The plan was for the major to stomp around outside the barn shouting the alphabet in order to scare/confuse the attackers, while the 2 squaddies carried me around while I shot the shit out of everything. Things were all going to plan until I realized that I had no idea how to load and fire either of the guns. As the enemy advanced we all resorted to just yelling the alphabet at them while hiding in long grass - this scared away a significant number of the enemy, but some were brave enough to continue rushing at us. As they came closer I realised that the enemy were in fact puppets from the movie "Team America". Terrified by this discovery, the 2 squaddies, the major and I retreated, but it was no good. The enemy puppets had us surrounded and were herding us into a giant amphitheatre made of some kind of sand/mud/adobe like the one in the terrible star wars prequel where the heroes fight those big animals. Suddenly I was alone in the arena, and the assembled puppet jihadis began throwing hand held glitter-ball bombs at me. I did what anyone would do - go into bullet time and somersault around the place to avoid being blown up.
Then I woke up.
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 18, 2014, 06:40:40 am
Post by: Yoink on May 18, 2014, 09:12:39 pm
Notable members of the team included my childhood best friend (who I still know today) and a female merc with whom I'd had a failed romance in the past, and who I was currently trying to get back together with. There were others who basically just helped out with stealthily killing the guards of the base and didn't do much else.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Anyway, the aforementioned mission took place quite a long time later. I and lady-merc (well, mostly me) had been trying to patch things up, mainly by organizing our professional lives so that both of us were indispensable to one another, thus preventing betrayals. I'm not quite sure how well it was going, in fact I think things were still pretty unpleasant between us, but at least she'd come along on the mission.
The guards were killed without too much trouble (I think the action parts of the dream were a bit like GTA 5), and we moved on to searching the place for the valuables we'd been sent here for. We started off with a bunch of trapdoors in the ground amongst various wooden crates and other miscellaneous "secret military base" junk.
We opened the first one and found nothing of interest, then moved onto the next.
I opened it up and discovered, oddly enough, several boxes of old VHS tapes, DVDs and videogames. I was hit hard by a sudden attack of nostalgia, and felt myself tearing up as my friend and I laid eyes on a treasure trove of childhood memories.
Lady-merc and the other member(s?) of our team were somewhat bemused by my reaction, but I babbled on about how nostalgic this was, and Friend and I rummaged through digging out things we recognized and gushing over them.
Weirdly, at least some of the stuff appeared to have actually belonged to me in the past- I found my (real life) old N64, for example, along with its pile of games. There were a lot of odd dreamed-up movies in there as well, most of which I remembered watching with my friend, and a pile of cruddy pirated DVDs that were a bit more recent.
Then I pulled out and inspected another movie called Duel Country (or something to that effect), and the dream shifted to its setting as I remembered it. Apparently it was about some gunfighter in the Wild West days, who'd killed a bunch of people (probably most of them in duels) before dying from his wounds after being knifed by some Italian trader/gambler. He was generally considered to have been a good guy.
This movie picked up at the end of his story, and followed a what-if scenario where he survived his wounds.
I only saw the start of the movie before I woke up, but the main character encountered a couple of rich-type ladies who'd somehow found themselves lost in the middle of a forest, and he agreed to help them get to wherever they were going. He had a couple of either slaves or natives working for him, I believe, and these ladies were somewhat weirded out to see him treating them kindly.
The group of them setting off through the trees is the last thing I really remember before waking up.
Definitely, the highlight of the dream was opening up that trapdoor and discovering all those old movies and what-not.
I really felt the nostalgia rush right there, oh man. That was pretty cool. :)
Pretty sure I had another, earlier dream, but I don't remember a thing about it.
Post by: TamerVirus on May 19, 2014, 11:15:24 am
Also: I literally experienced a dream within a dream within a dream a few days ago, with the waking up from a dream to find yourself in another dream deal.
Post by: Tawa on May 19, 2014, 12:40:51 pm
The first one involved the President interviewing DF players on live TV.
First, he picked My Name is Immaterial, which just made it less entertaining than if it were, say, Xantalos or the like.
A few minutes in the interview was replaced by a commercial with yellow stickmen selling mattresses.
Almost immediately after the interview came back on, the birdscan in my avatar sort of flickered in and replaced Obama, causing everyone to panic. Then I woke up.
In the second one, Toady, represented by his avatar copypasted onto a sort of Descan-looking thing, discovered a zombie virus in the back parking lot of a brick building, and promptly died. Later, I had a pointless argument with a janitor on a lawnmower with monster truck wheels. Afterward, I'm in a "college" (which was actually a cylindrical building with a ramp on the outside and a stack of rooms on the inside) with a bunch of people I recognize but don't know. I see a fellow who appears to be a cubic meter of marble, wearing glasses. In his pocket (odd, as nether-quartz guy here isn't wearing pants), I see a thingy. I somehow recognized it as being from Africa, and the virus thing made news or something because I knew the virus was from Africa. I ask the guy what the hell he's doing, to which he responds "it's the new cancer". Apparently he was trying to bring about the end of the world. Later, the last woman alive almost shoots me, and when she realizes I'm not a zombie my undead sister lurches into the room. I promptly beat her to redeath with a handy rake. Then I hear a sort of moaning cry from her. She was apparently still alive.
Those were some weird dreams yo.
Post by: Guardian G.I. on May 19, 2014, 01:08:47 pm
After the danger had passed, I climbed out of there and went a few blocks away. A Russian Mi-24 helicopter damaged by Ukrainian machine gun fire crash landed behind me. The last thing that I remember was me talking to a Russian soldier near the helicopter.
Post by: Mesa on May 19, 2014, 02:37:22 pm
In the latest dream that I can remember, I was sent to the town of Slavyansk in Ukraine for some reason. Despite fighting between Russian and Ukrainian armies around the city, life was still going on as usual there. I delivered a package (?) to some guy in a school gym, and then I've heard aircraft moving at the city. I ran out of the building and saw Ukrainian bombers dropping their bombs over the city, one of them was flying directly at me. I ran to the closest "bomb shelter" (which was actually a sewer) and waited out the Ukrainian air raid.
After the danger had passed, I climbed out of there and went a few blocks away. A Russian Mi-24 helicopter damaged by Ukrainian machine gun fire crash landed behind me. The last thing that I remember was me talking to a Russian soldier near the helicopter.
That sounds like a very serious and realistic dream if you ask me.
Not that it's a bad thing, just saying.
Post by: Yoink on May 19, 2014, 11:06:42 pm
I see a fellow who appears to be a cubic meter of marble, wearing glasses. In his pocket (odd, as nether-quartz guy here isn't wearing pants), I see a thingy...
AW YEAH BITCHES
Post by: Arx on May 19, 2014, 11:54:22 pm
I see a fellow who appears to be a cubic meter of marble, wearing glasses. In his pocket (odd, as nether-quartz guy here isn't wearing pants), I see a thingy...
AW YEAH BITCHES
(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m89dedwmzZ1ry0y25o1_500.gif)
Post by: Steelmagic on May 20, 2014, 02:28:34 am
Post by: Ultimuh on May 20, 2014, 04:41:46 am
Then there are those that just make no sense whatsoever.
Post by: Graknorke on May 20, 2014, 05:31:59 am
HamOh god where was that thread with the hammy guy and the one with the helmet and things and wow why do I even remember that?
Post by: Tawa on May 20, 2014, 07:05:42 am
Post by: ComputerWarrior on May 20, 2014, 03:44:51 pm
So in my dream, I came back from work and went to take a quick snack out of the fridge when I saw railroad tracks going through the kitchen. Of course, I followed the tracks with the desire of making a snack out of whomever thought it was wise to run a bloody railroad track through my house.
On and on the tracks went until they ended at a big sphere-shaped house that was somehow standing on its own at the top of a hill. I knocked on the door and the entire sphere rolled down the hill from the pressure, a man with a construction hat came running out of nowhere yelling "Cursed vandals!" and went after the sphere. So I took after him and as soon as I caught up with the man, we were at another hill and the sphere-house had already made it up the hill and was now rolling back.
He turned to me as the sphere was drawing near and said "Look what you did, you rat b*****d"" before smashing my face with a hammer. <.< I woke up then.
That's what I get for dreaming after months. A hammer to the face.
Post by: nomoetoe on May 20, 2014, 06:53:52 pm
I was at my grandma's house with my sisters and the person who's existence makes me want to end all of humanity. We were watching a weird show on TV, we got comfy and I was in my underwear at this point my friend appeared and he was also only wearing underwear.
I went to the bathroom and put some clothes on and went back to the peoples and sat down, my friend was now gone and a portal to another world had opened.
We went in the portal and were now in a tunnel with cars that were neon colored and gave off a lot of light.
I got in the weirdest car and the race began. I immediately was ahead of everyone but I was watching from the view of my sister after a few seconds of watching myself do barrel rolls and driving on the ceiling I won.
I was back as me and we were jumping around in the ultimate bouncy house to the exit, we got to the exit but the material around the exit constricted around me and I was unable to move. I woke up the fucking end.
Post by: Propman on May 22, 2014, 04:55:56 pm
I wonder if this has to do with the fact that I have been sick out of my throat for the past week.
Post by: Mesa on May 24, 2014, 03:16:25 am
The first part of the dream was about me playing some Minecraft-like game which was very popular when it was in alpha, but then everyone forgot about it. It was more adventure-focused and the survival elements were much more hardcore.
The DF part was about Toady posting a devlog in which he mentioned that people have to take a shot of beer a day if he doesn't release the new version before the 28th of May, whiskey if it's not out by the 4th of June and whatever else afterwards. He also made a thread in which he was asking people about what part of the goblin to target (or something to that effect - basically it was "request bug fixes here" thread).
He also changed his avatar to an animated face of a shouting ship captain (with the white clothes and the fancy cap), whose exaggerated mouth movements were synched perfectly with someone's post in the thread.
The dream then switched to a story of some two elder people, and it just got weird at that point.
Still, that's another DF2014 dream. Too bad I'm not legal to participate in Toady's drinking game, but I don't like alcohol anyway.
Post by: Steelmagic on May 24, 2014, 03:19:07 am
At least that's what I want to believe.
Post by: Mesa on May 24, 2014, 03:24:15 am
Post by: Yoink on May 24, 2014, 07:21:41 am
Sounds like fun! :D
Post by: TD1 on May 24, 2014, 09:07:07 am
Post by: Mesa on May 24, 2014, 09:43:11 am
All hail DarkDXZ! All hail the DF prophet!
Okay, as the egoistical bastard I am I need this in my sig.
Post by: Steelmagic on May 25, 2014, 11:15:07 pm
I may not have been an actual soldier, but regardless I and whoever it was I worked for were in a full scale war with some other group. In the middle of a highly populated city that still had all of the civilians. I was basically free to wander the city and attack the enemy factories and outposts as I saw fit, all enemy bases and patrols were marked on my awesome future GPS map thing. There was always at least one other soldier with me, and eventually I decided to attack an enemy Capital Ship Factory (which was far behind enemy lines, if we intended to capture it this really was a bad idea) with him helping me.
On the way to the factory though, we ran into an enemy patrol and began fighting in the middle of the street, they didn't seem to really have any concern about killing civilians since they were blowing everything up (though I don't think any civilians were killed, many cars were lost in the combat.) We killed the patrol, but more started coming in civilian cars for whatever reason, we managed to kill them as well without much problem. After killing the last enemy we got warning that a significantly stronger enemy was on the way. My soldier friend said we should prepare, and we did. Then I see our enemy running down the road and yell "Contact! Contact! It's Han Solo!" Han fucking Solo was the enemy attacking us.
I begin shooting him with my pistol, since that's all I had, and my soldier friend gets injured. I must've shot Solo somewhere between 30-50 times before he left because he was injured. With that threat taken care of I grab soldier friend and begin carrying him back to base for medical treatment. Then I realize that this will take me straight through multiple patrols and past multiple outposts. "Fuck it" I say and run for it past the patrols and outposts, just before waking up.
Post by: Mesa on May 26, 2014, 12:09:30 am
Or something to that extent. I guess that counts as 0,5 of a dream now...
Sadly can't remember any more of that one.
Post by: Yoink on May 26, 2014, 02:38:49 am
Don't remember a lot of it, but there was part where it was some sort of team-based fighting game/third-person shooter.
I remember customizing my loadout, and going with some sort of claws claws as my main weapon, along with what appeared to be a silenced Desert Eagle (ew) and some longer-range weapon that I don't remember.
Towards the end of the dream my friends/teammates and I were fighting another team in the 'Sunday Shitfight' mode. ???
This "game" was actually deadly, there was no respawning or whatever, and those who died became the 'unspawned', basically a horde of angry ghosts who would pop up after a certain time had passed in this game mode. (kind of like the swarm in Magicite, I guess.)
I was alone facing off against some airborne fairy creature on the other team. Managed to land a few good hits on her (with some sort of sword? I don't think I'd figured out how to use my claws at this point) and knock her to the ground more-or-less incapacitated, just as the unspawned burst into the room we were in through a portal opening in the floor.
I quickly helped her up so we could flee, and she thanked me and said she'd see me at the next of these "Sunday shitfights".
So it seems actually killing the opposition wasn't really something you had/wanted to do in this weird game.
Anyway, what followed was a lot of running away through these weird, organic-looking corridors, passing various people and shouting at them all to run. The level was somewhat maze-like, and it would have been pretty easy to take a wrong turn and get lost and/or trapped in the place.
Right before the escape point from the level I came upon a room off to one side, where there was apparently some high-stakes reward/'bonus stage' thing going on-- basically, earlier on in the dream people had chosen a "wish" or somesuch, something that they really wanted.
In these moments, right before the unspawned were about to kill everyone, they had a brief amount of time to claim/use their reward. It... made more sense when I was dreaming it, I guess. Anyway, an IRL friend of mine was there watching another teammate (who I don't believe I know IRL) claim his wish, which was apparently banjo lessons.
I had no time for that and fled the level. That's all I really remember, I wish I hadn't waited so long before writing it down.
I vaguely recall something about looking more closely at the description of the claws in my loadout later on, and realising/deciding that they were actually strapped to the palms of my hands as climbing claws, not weapons, and that was why I could never seem to defeat enemies with them.
Post by: Ultimuh on May 26, 2014, 06:21:05 am
I had one of those, was Fighting Bahamut from the Final Fantasy franchise, think the dream (and battle) lasted the whole night. When I finally managed to get him to 10% health, the dragon pulled up a variety of miniguns from his shoulders like some kind of mech and dakka'd my whole team to zero HP.
I literally ragequit'd my own dream.
Post by: Mesa on May 29, 2014, 12:12:52 am
Now, it may be related to me playing a lot of Awesomenauts and messing with the newly-released AI Editor, which uses a block node tree system.
Not a full dream per se again, but worth bumping my dream count by half a dream again.
Still,
[DREAMING INTENSIFIES]
Post by: nomoetoe on May 29, 2014, 10:11:38 am
My dream started with 2 god-like beings, one of them was a chimera and the other a giant bearded head, the giant bearded head also seemed to have a mortal form a little skinny man with a grand beard, he tried to do stuff for the giant bearded head but the chimera kept stealing the stuff the bearded man brought.
I was now at my house and there was some strange goings on, I had the ability to summon many things, such as ships full of undead warriors, or some beasts, and my greatest creature that I could summon, was grand tall and powerful, but was also my height, it had changed to a scene with a party a king and his daughter were there talking with a large group of people, I went to get some kool-aid and the daughter came and talked with me for awhile.
I was now viewing two ships fighting, one was mine and the other belonged to the king, my ship was normal but the king had a ship of the highest quality, unfortunately for him I had the ability to summon many things, his ship was destroyed.
I was now in my yard and the king, his daughter and a large group of people were complaining to me about the ship sinking, I promised to replace it someday even though I had no actual intention of doing so and went inside, I decided to show someone I know my summoning ability, she didn't like it and thought that it was some dark magic, a little while later I was in my house again, watching a movie while making some food, waving my butt around to the song that was currently playing.
I was now deep underground in a a hostile land I was alone at first but I gained some allies in the middle of running ever deeper underground and I put fish in small containers with my "infinite water holder" we kept descending deeper into the world until we found an opening with a watery tentacle monster, we slid down one of its many tentacles and ended up in an over glorified giant version of my house.
We were running from the hostiles and I had taken two of there spears and fought back against them blasting them with blue water-like energy, and casting shields on myself when they shot back, after we ran up my stairs I saw that some other people had used the spears to set up some kind of protective area to hold back the hostiles, then as music played I grabbed my spears, jumped up high and started slowly falling down the stairs as dramatic music plays, my spears had been replaced with a bow and arrow, I aimed down at some weird shadow wolf and shot at it, then time reversed and I was upstairs again with a guy trying to cut something, I was controlling big claws that kept getting cut up, we did this for awhile until I perfected whatever I was doing.
I then became part of the movie later and I was in some kind of weird stone field, Gimli The Doctor and some other weird people were there, an old dwarf was talking with the doctor about how he wasn't the worlds savior but a peacekeeper. I was a random man slowly climbing down the wall, I then turned into Gimli and some people were laughing about the architecture, something about dwarves being on a high inaccessible section while the beast I had summoned early on in the dream was lower and easy to get to, this annoyed me greatly so I decided to jump off, I somehow landed right on the ledge that was under were I was climbing and got back up and jumped the rest of the way down.
Then I was home watching TV again, Me and two people were watching a preview of what had supposedly happened in my dream earlier, I pointed this out and a very weird Movie started, Babies were flying through the sky at high, a giant robot thing caught a baby and put it a tube and people started injecting stuff into the baby, music started playing and a guy in the background was singing "WOOOOOOAH WOOOOAHOHOHOHOH" during the song. It showed the baby get big and round, tons of green stuff expanded and filled the screen, the baby was now an adult and had his innards removed, he was just skin and he was placed on a table and a woman started cutting him into pieces and he just layed there terrified with red glowing eyes. I woke up.
There was a little more to this, a weird part with my car, more to the guy from the movie in my dream and some weird goings on with my summoning abilities. I just didn't have time to get this information saved before I forgot. C:
Post by: BFEL on May 29, 2014, 01:17:07 pm
Beat that bitches.
Post by: Tawa on May 29, 2014, 01:21:34 pm
I just had a dream where I killed a Pepsi-Taco Bell Laser Tank that killed one of my harem girls by throwing a stack of newspapers under its tire on the highway, thus making it flip out and crash.
Beat that bitches.
That was a critical hit.
Post by: Steelmagic on May 30, 2014, 07:38:21 am
For some reason my dream brain seems convinced that Gamestop sells suits, because I have had other dreams where they did.
Post by: nomoetoe on May 30, 2014, 01:46:15 pm
I just laughed and gestured to the outside and said "I command there to be a snow storm unlike any other! with snow the size of fists!" and it was so the snow pummeled the people outside and they quickly ceased to be, after awhile I got bored of the storm and ended it, so I went outside and flew around, I found a bus that decided to go off the road and flew around it listening to the people be amazed at my ability, I then commanded a thunderstorm to start and it was so, they were even more amazed. sadly I woke up. :c
Post by: Avis-Mergulus on May 30, 2014, 02:06:36 pm
I know. I still feel sick every time I think of it.I was planning on sleeping today. *sigh*
Post by: Tawa on May 30, 2014, 02:23:34 pm
That first bit you mentioned also reminded me of a crazy dream I had once, a few weeks ago.
*shudder*
Post by: Mesa on May 30, 2014, 02:59:09 pm
I remember having one where I was walking through some old town (or the Old Town, technically) because of the sett pavings, and there were tram rails everywhere, with "eight-directional" horse-drawn wagons (as in with eight places to leash the horses to).
We then entered some creepy old house and we were in a room with some short, bald (I think, I may be making that person up now even) person in a dark room, and suddenly my friend disappeared. I asked that man what happened to him, when suddenly I was being pushed into a wall by another wall, but a secret passage opened up and pushed me into...
I don't know where, because the dream ended at that point, but damn if it's not a material for a Scooby Doo episode or something to that effect.
Same could be said about every other post in this thread though (as in, it's fit for a movie).
I eagerly await the day I'll be able to record my dream into a .mp4 file and upload it to YouTube. Now that's gonna be awesome, but I guess I can keep dreaming...Eheheheeheh...
Post by: Hanslanda on May 30, 2014, 08:37:03 pm
The first time, it was really just a memory. I threw open the door, and I said her name, and I said, "Wait! Just wait!" And then... I just watched her leave.
The second time, it wasn't a memory. It was an old nightmare. My first was there, and she was smiling at me. I could see her so. Damn. Clearly. And it hurt. So fuckin' bad. I felt all that old pain come back and the hole in my soul that I'd somehow patched up was reopened.
This last time, it wasn't either. I was alone, and it was dark. Darkness everywhere. There was one little spot of light, and I was trying to reach it. I was running, my arm outstretched. I could feel the heat of the light... And then it was gone, and I was alone in the dark.
I don't want to sleep, but I simply cannot stand to be conscious.
Post by: Steelmagic on June 01, 2014, 04:15:42 am
Humanity was at war with aliens or something, not entirely sure what they were. The war wasn't exactly going well and we were desperate and recruiting just about anyone we could. I was in command of the IJN Akagi, somehow raised and fixed because we desperately needed ships. I was apparently the most competent person for this despite the fact that oh god I'm not qualified to operate a goddamn aircraft carrier this is a terrible idea. Regardless of my qualifications, we ended up in battles that we managed to win, and on one occasion we actually boarded an enemy ship. We were prepared for boarding actions because I had a habit of
I wandered around the base for awhile examining the conditions the soldiers were in, which were terrible, and talking to the soldiers, many of whom were related to at least one other soldier, whether it was there brother, sister, father, whatever. After wandering around and
So, with our attack capabilities disabled I did something I was much better at, finding the largest ship and boarding. By some sort of magic we managed to board and clear the ship that looked the most important without any issues. We again by some sort of magic managed to use that ships weapons while boarding other ships and blowing them up. In the end we won the first major naval battle of the war and returned to port (fortunately the damage to my poor Akagi was immediately fixed by my brain not being consistent.) I ended up running the carrier aground (again, I did this earlier too) but we fixed it. Because yeah.
The rest of the dream was spent trying to find a military surplus store with a case large enough to hold an M60 that I
Post by: MaximumZero on June 01, 2014, 11:43:43 pm
That usually doesn't happen in my dreams.
Post by: nomoetoe on June 02, 2014, 12:00:17 am
Had a really horrendous dream last night. Let's just say that it went way, way over many of my ethical behavior lines.
That usually doesn't happen in my dreams.
I don't think I've really had any dreams that go beyond my ethical behavior lines...this is not a good thing.
Post by: MaximumZero on June 02, 2014, 12:45:10 am
Post by: nomoetoe on June 02, 2014, 11:26:01 am
Then I'm with this guy trying to hide from a big dinosaur, things went wrong the first time but the dream reset itself, so this time I hid against the wooden wall while he just stood erect by the concrete.
I was able to get him to shut up and close his eyes as the dinosaur passed by, of course the guy had to ruin everything by telling the dinosaur it was a dick really loudly, I jumped into a bunch of pillows that didn't exist a moment ago and the guy was eaten, sadly the dinosaur noticed me so I had to rewind the movie to save myself. I woke up the end.
Post by: itisnotlogical on June 02, 2014, 01:46:33 pm
Post by: Tawa on June 02, 2014, 03:47:16 pm
people I know come in to work. What usually happens is they give me a hug
I have decontextualized this and sigged it.
Post by: BFEL on June 03, 2014, 10:33:19 am
Fuck my dreams are awesome.
Post by: Euld on June 03, 2014, 02:26:52 pm
Someone's little girl looked straight at it of course and begun to mutate. Same with someone's dogs. The dogs had normal eyes then when they blinked they'd change to white-looks-blind-but-not-really creepy eyes. I woke up and did not want to go back to bed.
Post by: Yoink on June 03, 2014, 03:39:27 pm
I can only remember bits and pieces of the last couple of dreams now (it's about dawn the next day), but they are still mildly interesting, although not as much so as a lot of dreams.
In the first one I was watching a movie with my brother.
It appeared to be set in the Australian outback, but for some reason there were Japanese soldiers doing battle with US soldiers, their weapons and equipment looking like World War One or maybe Two-era. The story followed a group of people who were travelling somewhere- I'm pretty sure they were on a cattle drive, although I don't remember much/anything of their cattle.
At one point there was some dramatic stuff goin' on around this cliff, where a bunch of the group were at the bottom of it in the water (ocean?) whilst being shot at by someone at the top of the cliff. Somehow managing to take cover behind protusions from the rock (like, dangling from handholds) , they were eventually saved when another member of the group who'd gone off somewhere returned, shoved the shooter to their death, and then everyone frolicked happily around in the water.
There was plenty more to it that I'm forgetting... I know eventually my brother and I got so bored with this slow-paced movie that we decided to watch it in 1.5 speed. :P Not sure if we finished it before I woke up and went on to the next dream.
The last dream I had before waking up was some sort of 1st(maybe in parts 3rd?)-person shooter.
It was multiplayer and team-based, and I believe you worked through some sort of overarching campaign as you played. An interesting thing was that the teams didn't spawn equally- my (green?) team (stereotypical heroic hollywood americans) were small in number but well-equipped, skilled and plot armoured, whereas our various enemies (red and yellow teams, I think) were a massed horde of weaklings.
The level I was on seemed quite large, I think it may have been set on/around a large, destroyed ship of some kind. I remember enemies coming at me through a complex, multi-level structure, spreading out and taking different paths, presumably to confuse and surround me.
There was one part where I salvaged a minigun from a dead enemy and went on a bit of a rampage, and ended up being left/staying behind whilst the rest of my team moved on to the next level(?). That caused two enemy teams to spawn in, and gunning a bunch of them down is the last thing I remember of the dream.
Anyway, now it's time to get some more sleep.
Post by: Glloyd on June 04, 2014, 12:18:18 am
Basically, I was walking around the city where I go to university with some friends, and I stumbled into a girl I haven't seen in a while. Then we drove to the city where I went to high school, and hung out at her place. In the morning I left and went back to my house.
Sounds pretty boring, right? Well, it was, but here is where it gets mildly interesting. I woke up briefly at this point, and then fell asleep again. I then proceeded to have the exact same dream, down to the things people said. There were only two differences. One was that it was raining this time, but nobody seemed to notice. The second was that it was a different girl, but we still went to the same house in the same city.
The really weird thing about it is that according to my dad it was raining IRL while I was having the dream for the first time, but it had stopped by the time I woke up for the first time. But, I didn't know that it'd been raining until way later in the day. Weird.
Post by: Yoink on June 04, 2014, 05:23:20 am
The highlight of my strange, fragmented series of dreams this morning was, well...
I was reading the forums and Miauw posted that he was apparently either married or just about to get married.
I was somewhat perturbed about this and desperately wanted to type up a response saying that he was way too young to be getting married, but I was eating a burrito at the time with one hand and it took my full concentration to prevent bits of rice and salsa from falling out on me and the keyboard.
Naturally this meant I tried to eat it as quickly as possible, despite how spicy it was, and that's pretty much all I remember. ???
Post by: Tawa on June 04, 2014, 07:49:49 am
It was something of a nightmare, in the fact that I couldn't stop myself.
Post by: Arx on June 04, 2014, 09:17:40 am
Post by: IronTomato on June 04, 2014, 09:25:42 am
Post by: miauw62 on June 04, 2014, 09:31:35 am
That's actually really interesting! I love dreams.o_o
The highlight of my strange, fragmented series of dreams this morning was, well...
I was reading the forums and Miauw posted that he was apparently either married or just about to get married.
I was somewhat perturbed about this and desperately wanted to type up a response saying that he was way too young to be getting married, but I was eating a burrito at the time with one hand and it took my full concentration to prevent bits of rice and salsa from falling out on me and the keyboard.
Naturally this meant I tried to eat it as quickly as possible, despite how spicy it was, and that's pretty much all I remember. ???
Post by: Steelmagic on June 04, 2014, 09:32:47 am
That's actually really interesting! I love dreams.Burrito>>>>>>>life
The highlight of my strange, fragmented series of dreams this morning was, well...
I was reading the forums and Miauw posted that he was apparently either married or just about to get married.
I was somewhat perturbed about this and desperately wanted to type up a response saying that he was way too young to be getting married, but I was eating a burrito at the time with one hand and it took my full concentration to prevent bits of rice and salsa from falling out on me and the keyboard.
Naturally this meant I tried to eat it as quickly as possible, despite how spicy it was, and that's pretty much all I remember. ???
Post by: Yoink on June 04, 2014, 09:59:41 am
o_oPretty sure that was my expression when I woke up from that dream. :P
Burrito>>>>>>>lifeSigged.
Post by: Arx on June 04, 2014, 10:10:38 am
So NAV killed your parents?
That is a disturbing possibility that had not occurred to me. Forum dreams seem to be a thing right now, too.
Post by: Yoink on June 04, 2014, 10:13:43 am
Post by: Tawa on June 04, 2014, 12:11:35 pm
Probably to do with the planets aligning, to usher in the new release of DF.Of course, I had just finished reading The Call of Cthulhu before coming back here.
Clearly, DF is his work. It is the only explanation.
Post by: nomoetoe on June 04, 2014, 02:20:19 pm
Post by: Sinistar on June 05, 2014, 01:34:58 am
Note that I never met Janet in person, or even saw a picture how she looks. What brain.
It get's better though. Roman empire discovered America and as a means of first contact with Inca/Mayan/Aztec empire they decided to bake a pizza. Of course in dreams that meant a picture of already baked pizza being stretched as if raw dough filled my vision and that meant either this was a close-up of some Roman cook-master totally new approach to making pizza or maybe a gigantic pizza covered whole of jungle plateau where Roman army was camping.
Don't even.
Oh, and of course suddenly I was an active player instead of just an observer and I was helping with some sort of pulley in a port of mentioned Aztec/Inca/Mayan empire and I may at some point turned into a cliff-scaling giant and suddenly the rope of the pulley ran out and then suddenly a cold winds blew and hey it's kinda freezing winter here and I'm in my father's house that's suddenly my house and it's an ice age and maybe zombie apocalypse and I'm a hardcore survivor and I am wearing so much clothes and a long cloak over them all I make look Game of Thrones' Sam look like a Parisian supermodel.
Agrblarghblahwat.
Post by: Steelmagic on June 05, 2014, 05:16:45 am
In my dream I was me, that's it, I was me with three of my friends. It was fairly normal at first, however we discovered an elementary school with a near perfect record. I was suspicious and searched a bit though and found the reason for this record, the school was next to this large frozen lake for whatever reason, and after digging under the ice, found thousands of corpses. Apparently they would kill the students and dump them under the ice if their grades dropped to low. I immediately decided that I ain't having that shit and ran off to begin preparations for a war against them, running into the owner or principal or whatever, who knew my plans but didn't intend to stop me from escaping for some reason.
My preparations consisted of: buying an AK-74 and a pistol, and using the internet to identify people who would help me. After this I went over to my friend's house, since I didn't actually know where the people were, I would wait. We played video games, and other normal activities. Then after going outside (where I also located one person who could help me, she was working at an electronics store.) with one friend he heard something behind the house, grabbed my pistol that I brought and ran back there. I grabbed a baseball bat and chased after him at which point I heard him shooting. When I got back there I found him unconscious from a blow to the head and one dead enemy from the school.
I noticed three more enemies outside and brought him inside his house to my other two friends. I told them what happened, grabbed my AK-74 while they grabbed a shotgun and pistol and we started heading outside. Then I woke up.
Post by: nomoetoe on June 06, 2014, 07:55:09 am
Post by: TD1 on June 06, 2014, 08:41:59 am
More disturbing yet is the supposed link between said Brony rapists and Bay12.
Guys.....have you not been telling me something? :P
Post by: SquatchHammer on June 06, 2014, 09:26:13 pm
Now I have dreams where I am doing incredibly bad things to Blaze... but no spanking, just other bad things....
Post by: hops on June 07, 2014, 09:28:51 am
At least I hope so.... otherwise I'm going to be uncomfortable around certain Bay12ers.
Post by: Steelmagic on June 07, 2014, 11:47:56 am
Regardless there was me, my brother (who isn't even on the same continent what are you doing.), some guy, the girl who's family was captured by demons, or something, and my zombie girlfriend. After all, who better to help you than me and a girl I'm desperately trying to stop from falling apart or rotting. We went to, what I guess was the house of the girl we were helping which was some sort of evil mansion on the inside. I don't know what happened for most of our mansion exploration, but at some point a very sterotypical black man (Afro, boombox, funky music) appeared and challenged us to a musical battle, starting it off with some funk, after his song my zombie girlfriend who had disappeared during the song, rose up from the ground, threw me a guitar, and we countered with heavy metal while the rest of our party just stared at us like we were idiots. The battle went on for quite some time, but eventually we finished it up with Raining Blood by Slayer and won.
Then somehow I and my zombie girlfriend ended up creating the personifications of the Kaga and Akagi from Kancolle. I don't know what if anything led up to that.
Post by: Imperial Guardsman on June 07, 2014, 04:44:35 pm
It was a 5 man raid, me, Tiruin, Objective, Gilgamesh, and freaking ThreeToe, all who I somehow immidiately recognized. We raided the house and there was no conflict, and we captured someone who I didnt know in the dream at the time. It ended with us stuffing him in the APC we used to drive to the house, and me recognizing the guy we captured as Dariush
wat
Post by: Itnetlolor on June 08, 2014, 11:16:32 am
The strangest things about them (besides being that cute, while around my age, from the looks of them (though like myself, kinda don't look the part either (Older than they look)), and hanging out with me), however, is that they don't fit your common mold of being. I mean, I still have difficulty placing what race they would belong to (I'll just assume they're off-worlders or alien; human still, just not Earthling.). I mean, like mentioned in other dream posts, I don't recall gold, purple, nor red being common eye colors. Not to mention, is anyone able to have hair that red naturally (like scarlet red, really brings out the purple irises in the eyes; not to mention, redheads are far less common these days; despite the "Souless Ginger" stigma.)? One thing's for certain, however; anytime I am hanging out with them in the dream worlds, I feel like a little kid again, having fun playing with the girls, and not really expecting much else (basically, more fun, less romance). Toss in screwing around with reality with intuitive controls, and have them hanging out doing the same thing, all kinds of fun can be had; especially when you carbon-copy your hometown and go nuts with it. Basically, I had a shared-server of my hometown as a pocket-reality and GMOD overriding.
Let's just say, spawning a couple go-karts, and making a racetrack out of a local market or school is all kinds of fun. Add to it, Mario Kart rules, and applying those, and more fun would be had. If any of it is clairvoyance, more than just mere dreaming, then I wonder where they are (I'm hoping they're local, mostly out of laziness, and avoiding hassle; and the off-chance they're shut-ins like myself with the similar chances of going out like I would (overall, not good chances, but still a possibility)), and where I can meet them; because they seem like the kind of people I would be spending more time "going out" with, than just playing games with them indoors (though, they also seem like the types that are actually skilled at gaming (matching my levels of skills), and not just Gamer Gurl types that are in it for the title of being a gamer). Seems kinda ironic looking at it that way. Get some shut-ins together, and they go out more frequently. I wonder if this an unseen social norm? Could explain a few unusual social patterns I've witnessed lately. Nonetheless, they've been feeling more real (like being actual people I will eventually meet), every passing dream, along with giving me some hints and glances implying they're closer than I think. I'm hoping more contexts I have in mind are what they meant (are local, but unnoticed due to a mutual level of shut-in-ness (similar frequency of going out, and maybe JUST missing each other by that much/little time), closer timewise (we'll meet sooner than I think, or will be an entirely random encounter; siding with #1), we're psychically contacting each other, something huge is about to happen, probably globally; to even biblical proportions (like Revelations level (21:9-27 The New Jerusalem, especially (Did Ancient Aliens discuss this part of the Bible yet? It sounds like a colony ship similar in scale to the Independence Day mothership (a golden cube 2.75x as big, if I got my numbers (http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=revelations+21&version=NIV) correct (http://www.merzo.net/2000mpp.htm)). Just really really pimped out.); sticking with the Off-worlder theory about them)), really soon (2012 was a crapshoot that missed just shy a few years).
EDIT:
Might as well toss in a dream interpreter site, with a good starter page to it:
http://www.dreammoods.com/dreaminformation/dreamtypes/
EDIT EDIT:
Doing a deeper search on the subject, I do hope some of my dreaming is pre-cognitive (seeing the future). Why? Because the people I meet in my dreams are awesome, on average (kind, smart, wise, and funny as hell; being rather common traits), and most the crap we do in he dreamworlds are downright fun; even if we're doing nothing in general, and just BS'ing while lying about watching clouds pass by, and getting drunk for the hell of it.
I guess, interpreting things more deeply, I think I have a compatibility problem with most people I meet in my life (basically, I'm too weird or unique for the rest of society, and most crap I can talk about for hours on end would be met with blank stares, or courtesy nodding as if they understand, but actually don't: very common throughout my childhood, especially with the same generation)), and these people I meet in my dreams are the missing element in my reality. People who not only know me (quite a few actually seem to not know me in them), but also understand me (in other words, I have less hassle in communicating and not need to explain myself every statement); and furthermore, I actually have my turn talking (another common symptom of life: Being talked over, especially if you have something important or witty enough to say (to the point that I intentionally withhold information (after trying to get my word in for the 20th+ time), and let the consequences of not listening to me take place (and pretty critical stuff that can make or break something indefinitely), and when people start glaring at me for not warning them in the first place, I can respond with "If you only took a second to hear me out, for once... (...and not be preoccupied with some trivial BS about some lame reality show, someone's shopping day, politics, or somesuch...) (...Then maybe all of this could have been avoided.)"); In essence, I think I talk more in my dreams than I ever do IRL; because in my dreams, I can actually talk with people who understand me. I find it ironic that a majority of those I can talk with are outsiders themselves (pirates, fallen angels/demons, eldritch horrors, social outcasts, minorities, "acceptable targets"). Makes me wonder if I visit Hell on a regular basis to keep some beings stuck there company. Of course, my Hell seems a bit more of a perceptive Hell, in the sense that they placed themselves there because they were convinced by society that they belong there. It's every bit as depressing as it sounds. Enough post-editing and rereading later, I wouldn't put it past anyone to assume I'm insane.
EDIT EDIT EDIT:
Looking back, I actually had a dream about witnessing Revelations 21 as well, and seen New Jerusalem myself. It was nearly half the size of the moon, from the looks of it, and it's movement across our planet towards the Middle-East was not as much an orbit, but rather remaining relatively stationary (keeping solar orbit, at least), and it was our planetary spin (talk about lazy, yet skilled, piloting) that it was using to get to where it wanted to be, before synching up planetary-orbit-wise.
To describe the ship, ugh, was like looking at a Mandelbox (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mandelbox).
Spoiler: Picture reference (click to show/hide)
Video reference of just how mindbreakingly huge and detailed it looked in my dream (Best in HD). (http://youtu.be/bO9ugnn8DbE) I was overwhelmed by the sheer scale of it the entire time (at it's closest, you no longer recognize it as a ship, but more as a new sky, while you have clouds still soaring across the gilded and illuminated landscape, yet are still attached to our world. And yet, at dawn and dusk, we're reminded there's such a thing as nighttime and daytime (and which is which), depending how deep beneath it you are, or if you can see other sides of it) that the girls had to snap me out of it and remind me what it was, and that everyone I knew will be fine. Oh yeah, and funny enough, other details lined up with other dreams and interpretations, like the ever-noon lighting on nearly every surface on the inside. On that note, the inside of the ship was every bit as insane as you'd expect such a large ship to have (Mandelbox details). It's weird seeing a sky, with it's own unique cloud patterns, while inside a ship while at it. In a sense, it even looked like, at times, that BASE jumping in an omnidirectional environment is an ideal way to navigate or island-hop county/state/country clusters inside the ship. Have fun finding an address here, BTW.
Post by: hops on June 08, 2014, 02:58:41 pm
Post by: Sonlirain on June 09, 2014, 08:32:27 am
I dreamt up a game called "Help us Paint!"
It was a turn based strategy with the artstyle reminding me of Battle for Wesnoth... but set in modern times inside of a middle eastern sandstone styled village/city shaped like a hexagon.
You controlled a bunch of soldiers that were tasked with the removal of animals from the town.
Basically you had to fire rocket launchers at cheetahs and other liotering furballs.
The game kept score how many animals a unit sent flying in all directions and the top scoring units would have a banter every once in a while bragging about their scores JRPG style.
Post by: Draignean on June 09, 2014, 08:51:26 am
I was genuinely surprised to wake up, and even more surprised to find that I still had two eyes. Hell, I'm still a little bit surprised. I feel like I had a long time to get used to having only one.
Post by: TD1 on June 09, 2014, 09:04:59 am
No, I won't cave on this one, mind. I'm not wearing my watch to bed, and that is final.
Post by: Arx on June 09, 2014, 09:10:10 am
No, I won't cave on this one, mind. I'm not wearing my watch to bed, and that is final.
But then how will you know the time if you wake in the night?
Dream snippets:
I had an awesome coat and a longsword. The coat was gray. End dream.
I was going on a road trip. This apparently involved kicking someone onto a motorbike in such a manner that their pelvis ripped out of their body. O-kay.
Post by: Steelmagic on June 09, 2014, 09:16:41 am
I was going on a road trip. This apparently involved kicking someone onto a motorbike in such a manner that their pelvis ripped out of their body. O-kay.That's fucking metal.
Post by: TD1 on June 09, 2014, 09:22:41 am
No, I won't cave on this one, mind. I'm not wearing my watch to bed, and that is final.
But then how will you know the time if you wake in the night?
I leave it on my bedside table. Apparently still not close enough.
Post by: nomoetoe on June 09, 2014, 11:08:13 am
I started to grow large quite gigantic and started walking like nothing had changed giggling internally at the chaos that was forming around me from just being a giant, after a short walk on the highway it turned into a big house full of police telling me to stop, I started organizing various objects and they disappeared.
After awhile an advertisment appeared on TV talking about how smurfs are people to and that we shouldn't eat them and that there just like us, except there small and blue, and different shaped but the lady on TV said that wasn't important. I stopped listening at this point and grabbed some random bits of cheese with pepperoni on it and went downstairs. I saw a spider.
I was walking by an old couple who were in the house for some reason and the old man grabbed one of my cheese bits, I pulled and he pulled and I got mad so I started to grow, he let go after realizing that he did a no no and I shrunk down a bit. then there more spiders and more spiders. soon I was in my house and DOZENS OF SPIDERS I attacked them with my lightning powers but eventually they stopped working, I then said "THIS IS MY DREAM" I stomped around and shot lightning again and removed the spiders from my path. then I woke up.
Post by: Yoink on June 09, 2014, 11:16:07 am
I didn't have time for that. I shrugged, shot her in the forehead and she fell down as I went back to looting.
A moment later, however, she was back up again, and shouting at me some more as she slowly walked forwards. I shot her again, and again, and started to freak out as she kept coming despite all her bullet wounds.
I tried running right up to her and shooting her point blank, but she only flinched from the impact and then tried to grab me. I darted quickly away and kept shooting, I tried that again, but nothing stopped her. I know I had already realised this was a dream, and I remember being rather pissed at my subconscious for throwing this invincible enemy at me just when I'd had some success.
In the end I grabbed up the ammo from the dead cops and had to flee; I clambered aboard some weird one-man helicopter that happened to be conveniently located in the park and flew off. Despite never having seen the thing before it was easy enough to fly, somehow controlled by just one joystick. I think I reloaded my gun as I made my escape, and then shortly after I woke up.
There was obviously more to the dream earlier on, at least part of which involved a bunch of radio stations people could start (interesting, since I fell asleep whilst using Plug.dj), but I don't remember much of anything except the end.
Post by: miauw62 on June 09, 2014, 01:31:45 pm
1. "Stay away from [my crush]"
2. "Don't lick my beard"
I think I mainly remember it because of the first point.
Post by: IronTomato on June 09, 2014, 09:56:26 pm
Post by: scrdest on June 10, 2014, 01:57:56 am
Post by: hops on June 10, 2014, 04:14:45 am
Post by: Arx on June 10, 2014, 04:21:00 am
Post by: Trapezohedron on June 10, 2014, 04:23:50 am
Post by: hops on June 10, 2014, 05:01:17 am
I thought he said he dreamed for 24 hours.
Post by: Yoink on June 10, 2014, 05:27:22 am
I was watching some sort of animated show, where a group of people (may have been youths/children) struggled to survive in a terribly hostile wilderness... may have been a post-apocalyptic setting but I'm not sure.
One of the main dangers was what appeared to be a tar pit not too far from their encampment, and to cross it they had to walk across some rickety wooden bridge. At one point one of the main characters was coming back from someplace in the dark, and in quite a hurry presumably due to some danger that came out at night.
Anyway, he fell into the tarpit but managed to grab onto part of the bridge. Somehow, the tar didn't suffocate him, but he was still stuck there until sunrise. One of the other members of the group, I believe they were a mysterious leader figure, showed up with a torch and talked to him for a while, remarking on a female member of the group who just came onto the scene who had discovered this strange reptilian creature that would let people ride around on its head.
Last thing I remember about that part of the dream was the characters seemingly turning into these weird figurines with hinges in the middle of their heads, so that you could bend them and change which expression was on display. No, it doesn't make sense to me, either. All in all it was a fun dream even if it didn't make a whole lot of sense.
Then that episode of the show ended and the next program on whatever weird channel I was watching began, it was some weird-ass supernatural post-apocalyptic detective thing. I dunno. Some gay man had been cloned and sent by some shady organization to retrieve some important object or other, had died and turned into a glowing green ghost, and the show followed someone else trying to track him (and more importantly, the mcguffin he was after) down through these weird underground tunnels with tree roots and bits of machinery jutting out of the walls.
Crazy stuff. And then I woke up.
Post by: TD1 on June 11, 2014, 07:25:44 am
Then, I was a Roman Catholic Priest. Strange, considering I was brought up Protestant. But I was new to the whole thing, so, on a bus on some trip to an initiation ceremony for me I ask them (Other priests) where I put my arms in my robe. They show me, and we get off at some fancy hotel. This bit confuses me...I was walking to my room, when some children ran past me, two boys. They promptly turned on the shower and let it over flow. Me, at the bottom of the stairs leading up to my room, could only look on in astonishment as the flood came downstairs. Then a slightly older girl ran past me, I seemed to know her and told her where the boys were. She said "Thank you Father" and then the was gone. The water stopped, cries of surprise came from the boys, and then I woke up.
Post by: Mesa on June 11, 2014, 11:35:21 am
- Me and my mom went to our bathroom on the second floor (we have two of these, but the upper one is never used for anything except the washing machine). It was late at night. Apparently there was a secret elevator (WTF?) hidden within said machine, but something went out of sync so the elevator ended up being on the outside and we could see it through the window. Though it looked more like a WW2-era lookout tower more than anything else, but it was apparently an elevator. It then fell over and crashed, and we went downstairs and suddenly my grandpa (who's currently at a hospital after he had an accident) appeared. Not sure what happened afterwards.
- I was at a really fancy, 19th century train station and there was supposedly a shootout, I think. That's all I remember, honestly.
- I also have a vague memory of a DF2014 but I can't remember what that was about, nor do I care at this point. I lost track of those dreams now. :P
Post by: Arx on June 12, 2014, 03:39:13 am
Post by: Steelmagic on June 12, 2014, 11:12:25 am
I managed to rescue my ogre friends and we allowed the remaining humans who surrendered to leave, since we actually wanted to get along with humans. At this point we decided to go looking for meat, because ogres prefer meat to any other food, however we learned that the only meat left in the world was humans. We weren't sure what to do since we wanted meat, but we also wanted to get along with humans and eventually just decided to stay at a gas station (that was much bigger on the inside than outside) for the night. While there we ate ice cream, because we had never had ice cream and it was awesome, but then we ran out. As we were being sad about no ice cream, a Semi-truck filled with ice cream pulled in and let us take his trailer. I looked in the trailer after taking it inside this gas station that could somehow hold 3 massive ogres and a semi-truck trailer, and noticed that there was meat in it, meat from the 90s, but meat nonetheless. There was much rejoicing, at which point I woke up.
Post by: Nirur Torir on June 12, 2014, 02:43:05 pm
Post by: TD1 on June 12, 2014, 02:44:13 pm
Post by: razor871 on June 12, 2014, 10:39:52 pm
I had a very, very strange semi-lucid dream last night.
I had been kidnapped by North Korean infiltrators, and taken...somewhere. It looked to be a warehouse of some kind. I was put in chains, forcibly stripped, and put into fighting gear. Apparently, this was a huge mistake, because I punched out most of the people holding my chains, rushed toward a door, and when I went to open it, my captors started begging me and pleading not to open the door, or everyone would die. They were crying. Even the ones I hadn't punched. Anyway, I went to another door, and was led up an entryway into an arena/fight club setting. A rickety boxing ring was surrounded by probably two or three thousand totally silent Koreans. As I climbed into the ring, I felt all eyes on me. I was mildly disturbed. An announcement was made to back away from the ring, and a barbed-wire fence rammed its way through the floor, surrounding the ring. A ramp was lowered over the fence, and it was announced that North Korea's best fighter would be entering via the ramp, due to a number of crowd fatalities last time the fighter got into the ring. All of the sudden, heavy metal music began playing, people began screaming in a weird combination of panic and excitement, an announcer began announcing something in korean, I heard the words 32 and 0, and down the ramp came...
a potato. Not a giant potato, not Kim Jong-Un as a potatoman, no. Just a regular ol' Idaho potato. As it hit the floor, everyone in the crowd gasped. I stood there. The music stopped. A referee shouted to begin from outside the cage. The potato, not done from rolling down the ramp, rolled slowly toward me. It bumped into my foot, which drew large "ooh"s and "ah"s from the crowd. I pushed it a little bit with my foot, but the ring was slanted toward me because of my weight, so it rolled right back to me. When it bumped into me again, huge cheers erupted from the crowd. I pushed it again, the crowd hushed. So, I walk up to the potato, pick it up and put it in the middle of the ring, between my feet. Hushed whispers ran through the crowd. A dozen announcers have been talking this whole time. I look around, and see that there are tv cameras planted in the crowd. At the top of the arena area, there is a glassed off section holding what looks to be important military personnel and Kim Jong-Un.
So, I decide to make a show of it. I pick the potato up, and promptly fall over with my arm behind my back, faking that I'm in a submission hold. I scream in fake pain, trying to keep from laughing. The crowd roars. I plant my hands on the floor, turn a somersault to escape the "submission", and get back to my feet. The crowd hushes. I put both hands on the potato, get into a Muay Thai clinch stance, and pretend to struggle with it. The crowd begins to chant. Po-ta-to! Po-ta-to! Suddently, I bring my hands to my knee, as if I were throwing a knockout knee strike to someone's head, and spray potato chunks everywhere. I have defeated the potato. The arena is silent. Kim Jong-Un is crying. I raise my hand in victory and the dream ends.
WTF?
This needs to be a movie/short film..
Post by: miauw62 on June 13, 2014, 05:09:45 am
Post by: hops on June 13, 2014, 05:32:58 am
I had a Dream!Did you have a dream where your little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character?
Post by: hops on June 13, 2014, 07:26:22 am
Well, last night I dreamed something unsettling,Welp.
See, I had to stay at my uncle's house. In my dream, my aunt was going to have a baby, but she wanted to... Kill it.
And their house was full of paintings of stillborn babies, fetuses, and newborns.
It was a really unsettling dream.
To the Freudmobile!
Post by: Steelmagic on June 13, 2014, 10:16:49 am
For the first half of the dream I was waiting at my friend's house for an assault rifle that I ordered to arrive. Apparently I would be able to use that against ghosts due to the fact that I was able to touch ghosts. I feel like some stuff happened while I was waiting for my rifle but I can't remember it. Either way eventually I was sent on my first mission, to a hotel, and the first appearance of stringy-haired ghost girl.
I and the German soldiers (who had an entire regiment of tanks and APCs) arrived at the hotel and I went in, alone. It was pretty much what I expected, blood all over the walls, lights randomly going out, unsettling whispers, usual things. I'm easily scared though and was terrified the whole time, eventually the stringy-haired ghost girl responsible clawed my back and I turned around to face her as she expected. What she didn't expect was that I would pick her up by her shirt and begin punching her in the face repeatedly while screaming profanity, I don't like being scared, or clawed in the back. Not sure what happened in there after I managed to repeatedly punch what was for all intents and purposes a little girl in the face, but I walked out of there with a bloody, crying girl right behind me.
We went on other missions and I actually began to get attached to stringy-haired girl and started to think of her as a daughter, but that didn't last. We were sent back to the hotel, this time to deal with the ghost of some southern guy who, when he was alive, really shouldn't have had a license to make guns like he did. He surrendered without much fight and we decided to stay at the hotel for awhile. However, he began brainwashing stringy-haired ghost girl, and turning her against me.
Eventually while I was for whatever reason climbing a fence, stringy-haired girl, at the command of southern guy, clawed me. This shocked me so much I couldn't even manage to respond, but she and southern guy holed up in the hotel while the Germans laid siege and I considered my options. But I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to hurt stringy-haired girl (even though when I first met her my response was to beat the shit out of her), but I needed to get them out of there. I woke up while trying to come up with something.
Post by: TD1 on June 13, 2014, 10:25:01 am
I had a Dream!Did you have a dream where your little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character?
Funnily enough, no. The complete opposite. I dreamed I was Jordan Ruther Queen.
Post by: hops on June 13, 2014, 05:53:24 pm
Post by: Tawa on June 13, 2014, 06:16:07 pm
I dreamed that I was fighting Sigmund Freud as a game boss of some sort. He's a living mural and looks like some sort of tribal art man holding a spear. He immediately turned into a blob thingy and shot inky phallus tentacles at me, but I shot off his tentacles. I think I woke up before I knew how the battle went, but if I lost then I guess I know where it's going...
SOMEONE CREATE A GAME WHERE YOU FIGHT SIGMUND FREUD IMMEDIATELY
Post by: Itnetlolor on June 13, 2014, 07:07:36 pm
I'd like to see Freud's review of this game; based on dream content.I dreamed that I was fighting Sigmund Freud as a game boss of some sort. He's a living mural and looks like some sort of tribal art man holding a spear. He immediately turned into a blob thingy and shot inky phallus tentacles at me, but I shot off his tentacles. I think I woke up before I knew how the battle went, but if I lost then I guess I know where it's going...SOMEONE CREATE A GAME WHERE YOU FIGHT SIGMUND FREUD IMMEDIATELY
Post by: hops on June 13, 2014, 07:09:01 pm
Post by: MaximumZero on June 14, 2014, 12:33:16 am
Thank you for quoting that.Indeed. I always like to see the po-ta-to get read-time. ^_^
Post by: Ultimuh on June 14, 2014, 04:28:55 am
"Squirtle eggs, doug. Squirtle eggs."
Post by: Guardian G.I. on June 14, 2014, 05:59:17 am
Post by: miauw62 on June 14, 2014, 06:24:40 am
Tl;dr wet dream gone wrong.
E: also I think my wife looked like the wife from The Shining, I forgot her name (and the name of the actress too)
Post by: XXSockXX on June 14, 2014, 07:11:44 am
Tl;dr wet dream gone wrong.Oh boy, getting crucified before sexytime sounds like a bit of a bummer.
Post by: hops on June 14, 2014, 07:42:34 am
Post by: inteuniso on June 14, 2014, 09:46:00 am
A small Latino boy looks up to her with the dream-implication that it would be him doing the kicking.
I may have a dream connected to you. I remember experiencing shit in a city, and one thing someone told me was "You got pepper-sprayed by an Aztec."
Post by: nomoetoe on June 14, 2014, 09:57:19 am
We were going to stop him of course but then the room turned into a weird little area on top of a hill, so one of the peoples with me got my dog and decided to go searching for the burglar I begged him to stop cause the burglar came back and was threatening the other person with his big dog. Then 2 people came with even bigger dogs. then the dream ended.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on June 14, 2014, 10:54:19 am
While it was under siege.
You can imagine how that went.
Post by: ShadowHammer on June 14, 2014, 02:55:22 pm
We went away for a little while, and then we came back and there was a huge goblin army marching out of the secret passage. The area in front of the passage had changed from a small tunnel to a huge underground amphitheater, and a bunch of my classmates were in the seats, preparing to face this evil goblin army. It was really quiet and everyone was scared, so I decided to take out my trumpet and play it to raise morale.
Unfortunately, I failed to play even the most simple thing I could think of, which was quarternote'G'-tie-halfnotehigh'C' (sounds like a generic Hollywood war-horn), so it obviously failed to raise my "army"'s spirits. Then, somehow, I managed to play the American national anthem flawlessly, without even having the sheet music for it, which is especially weird since I'm Canadian.
After that, I decided to arm myself, and realized that I could use the metal rod from my fold-up music stand as a weapon, so I go get the bag that I usually keep it in. Conveniently, along with the music stand, the bag also contained a wand of stunning and a knife.
Then, a goblin starts coming for me, so I zap it with my wand, sending it flying backwards, but it shakes off the stun and starts coming for me again, and then I wake up.
Post by: miauw62 on June 14, 2014, 03:38:06 pm
Even my "wet dreams" are teasing me and doesn't actually do anything, and then when it does it comes in the form of Tentacled Sigmund Freud.You need to fap more and cut less, Objective.
Post by: nomoetoe on June 14, 2014, 04:05:45 pm
Even my "wet dreams" are teasing me and doesn't actually do anything, and then when it does it comes in the form of Tentacled Sigmund Freud.You need to fap more and cut less, Objective.
Oh dear I'm not quite sure I like where this conversation may lead. (nah I love it.)
edit: A few years ago I head a dream in which plankton was singing in a small dark room with a light shining upon him, then he said "ok time for the big finish!" then Mr krabs squished him
Post by: hops on June 14, 2014, 08:57:52 pm
I'm pretty sure that'd make it worse.Even my "wet dreams" are teasing me and doesn't actually do anything, and then when it does it comes in the form of Tentacled Sigmund Freud.You need to fap more and cut less, Objective.
I'm a writhing ball of sexual frustrations as it is.
Post by: Orange Wizard on June 15, 2014, 03:43:14 am
I'm in the dark as how fapping makes anything worse. Unless you have welts, or work to catch up on, or unusually strict and invasive parents...I'm pretty sure that'd make it worse.Even my "wet dreams" are teasing me and doesn't actually do anything, and then when it does it comes in the form of Tentacled Sigmund Freud.You need to fap more and cut less, Objective.
I'm a writhing ball of sexual frustrations as it is.
Post by: hops on June 15, 2014, 03:50:50 am
I usually just feel sort of frustrated and depressed after I'm done.I'm in the dark as how fapping makes anything worse. Unless you have welts, or work to catch up on, or unusually strict and invasive parents...I'm pretty sure that'd make it worse.Even my "wet dreams" are teasing me and doesn't actually do anything, and then when it does it comes in the form of Tentacled Sigmund Freud.You need to fap more and cut less, Objective.
I'm a writhing ball of sexual frustrations as it is.
Doesn't mean I don't do it anyways, but you know.
Post by: Graknorke on June 15, 2014, 06:46:13 am
I usually just feel sort of frustrated and depressed after I'm done.:(
Doesn't mean I don't do it anyways, but you know.
Sorry to hear that Objective.
Post by: Imperial Guardsman on June 15, 2014, 10:07:05 am
Post by: Itnetlolor on June 15, 2014, 12:20:36 pm
Had a dream where I was being slingshot through multiple different game universes. From DF, to WoW, to CoD, to Alpha Centauri, to FTL, and I got teleported to Dead Space, immidiately noped, incinerated self, and end.What? You didn't keep the weapons and items between universes to help you out? You'd think a few dwarfy or magical items could help you out. I mean, given the general games I would fall through in a case like this, I think I would at least keep a BFG9000 (Classic Doom edition) on me at all times, and maybe a berserk pack from the same game. Nothing like watching a necromorph explode when punched out with your bare fist. And just as well, when these dreams and such cross-link with your imagination, and you're weird for the time being, messing with the biology of different creatures and such, you also have, instead of Cacodemons, you have Choco-demons. Same build, except their biology is closer to that of an Easter chocolate rabbit with cherry and strawberry filling.
Funny thing about the Choco-demon. I already rendered how it would look:
(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7bLM1plId1w/S8vYPU0ih4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/3twe88ce71o/s800/chocodemon.png)
Probably the most delicious (and equally badass) hunt I've been on. I mean, amplify these settings a tad more (to universal parameters), Hell is turned into Devil's Food environment; chocolate. fucking. everywhere. Willy Wonka could only dream to have a build like this for his factory.
EDIT:
For better context, I also tossed it in as a DF Raw idea for a Doom Mod or Candyland mod, or something.
Post by: nomoetoe on June 19, 2014, 01:33:21 pm
I quickly slid down the ladder/slide and hover skipped away, I eventually got home and the police came to visit, they talked to me about what I had done to the child while I sat in a hovering chair wondering why they weren't bothered by this.
I was now a woman and the police were gone, I was talking to a dog and it told me that it wanted a certain kind of treat, I didn't know where to find this treat so I tried to bribe another dog in a cage with some treats to help me find these treats that the other dog wanted. He refused and I eventually started crying and saying "I'm insane!" Then someone came over and hugged me and I cried for a good while. (It was really weird I don't remember the last time I cried)
I was a male again and outside a building in my town, I had apparently been sleeping there standing up. I went inside the building and it turned into a hospital and went into a patients room, I looked into a little book on the patients bed and closed it because it was upsetting me. A nurse asked me what I was doing and I said that I closed it to keep it from being damaged, this satisfied her and she left.
Then Hugh Laurie came in and started observing the patient I notice a snake by the door. The snake had intestines coming out of it and told them of this, a police officer appeared out of nowhere and told me to shut up. Hugh Laurie told the police officer to be quiet and we all looked at the snake as everything faded to black.
Post by: miauw62 on June 19, 2014, 01:35:03 pm
Same night but different dream I dreamt that I was talking to a character in stone soup and that he was bugged somehow (something along the lines of "i am null type") and then he spawned two identical uniques that were Sigmund's big brother (which makes no sense at all because Sigmund is the eldest brother aaaaa)
Post by: TD1 on June 19, 2014, 01:52:26 pm
.....What the hell.
Post by: BFEL on June 19, 2014, 02:20:44 pm
For some reason it also involved time travel to 1966 to stop Nazi's (I know this makes no sense, but dream me didn't :P) and this tied fully into the toilet world, with said toilet world being the theatre that WW2 was apparently fought.
So an important plot in the dream was me paying ten dollars to some Chinese dudes to create a map of toilet world with nothing but a receipt from 1966.
Post by: mastahcheese on June 19, 2014, 03:12:18 pm
The dream I had the night before was even stranger, though, where I had some kind of scimitar, and was fighting some samurai dude with a naginata, and after fighting him for a couple minutes, he moved over into this really muddy area, and taunted me to get me to come closer, and called me a coward.
I told him that fighting in mud was clearly in his favor, as he was wearing actually shoes, and I had only sandals on my feet.
I then called him a coward, and his head magically detached from his neck and sailed down the room.
I then had to follow his flying head down a corridor, while fighting a bunch of sword-wielding dudes (somewhere along the line I picked up a shield, and I don't remember where) and then I had to trap the samurai's head in a box.
There was more to it, but I don't remember much of it anymore. I think that making out with a statue might have been involved, but I only have a vague memory of that part.
Also there were fairies somewhere.
Post by: Tawa on June 19, 2014, 03:17:05 pm
I then called him a coward, and his head magically detached from his neck and sailed down the room.This... is one of the most sig-worthy things I have ever seen.
Post by: BFEL on June 19, 2014, 03:33:04 pm
I then called him a coward, and his head magically detached from his neck and sailed down the room.This... is one of the most sig-worthy things I have ever seen.
If you don't, I will.
Post by: Tawa on June 19, 2014, 03:58:08 pm
Post by: miauw62 on June 20, 2014, 04:12:41 pm
TOO LATE! MUA HA HA HA!It's sad to see something so sig-worthy disappear into a sigtext where it will never be seen.
Post by: hops on June 21, 2014, 12:28:39 am
(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc7fhyMtHi1qgae2oo1_1280.png)Let the fapmaster take you under his flipper/wing...I usually just feel sort of frustrated and depressed after I'm done.I'm in the dark as how fapping makes anything worse. Unless you have welts, or work to catch up on, or unusually strict and invasive parents...I'm pretty sure that'd make it worse.Even my "wet dreams" are teasing me and doesn't actually do anything, and then when it does it comes in the form of Tentacled Sigmund Freud.You need to fap more and cut less, Objective.
I'm a writhing ball of sexual frustrations as it is.
Doesn't mean I don't do it anyways, but you know.
Post by: Orange Wizard on June 21, 2014, 12:43:14 am
The last dream I had involved me walking down to the kitchen in the middle of the night, then seeing my aunt in the kitchen rooting through some bags or somesuch. Naturally, dream logic ensued and she whipped out a gun, pointed it at me, and then I went flying backwards down the (very long) hallway before hitting a light fitting and waking up.
She didn't even fire, either. I just flew backwards for no reason whatsoever.
Post by: hops on June 21, 2014, 12:47:29 am
Post by: Orange Wizard on June 21, 2014, 12:55:30 am
Post by: hops on June 21, 2014, 01:35:41 am
MY BODY IS NOT A GIANT MAGNETTHE IRON IN YOUR BLOOD IS MAGNETIC
Post by: ChairmanPoo on June 21, 2014, 02:27:01 am
Post by: Orange Wizard on June 21, 2014, 03:21:48 am
THERE'S BUGGER ALL IRON IN MY BLOOD I HAVE A DEFICIENCYMY BODY IS NOT A GIANT MAGNETTHE IRON IN YOUR BLOOD IS MAGNETIC
Post by: scrdest on June 21, 2014, 03:33:57 am
THERE'S BUGGER ALL IRON IN MY BLOOD I HAVE A DEFICIENCYMY BODY IS NOT A GIANT MAGNETTHE IRON IN YOUR BLOOD IS MAGNETIC
Then you're either choking to death right now... or InIn confirmed for an insect.
Post by: Sappho on June 21, 2014, 03:55:32 am
Usually I don't really like kissing. It's weird and confusing. But in this dream, I was kissing this girl I've been in love with for years, and it was just awesome.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 21, 2014, 01:34:04 pm
Post by: Tawa on June 21, 2014, 03:46:47 pm
she whipped out a gun, pointed it at me, and then I went flying backwards down the (very long) hallway before hitting a light fittingI don't know whether to sig this or OOC it.
Post by: Steelmagic on June 22, 2014, 12:18:40 am
Post by: 4maskwolf on June 22, 2014, 03:15:53 am
I dreamed that my lawn was full of turtles. For some reason I cannot fathom this was awesome. I was sorely disappointed when I woke upTurtles you say?
One of the weirdest dreams I can recall is when I dreamed that my 6th grade class was in a civil war with itself and my side was defending a massive fortress. The fortress was useful because each side only had one non-medieval weapon: an AK-47. Why, I don't know. The dream involved a lot of trying to figure out where the safety on the gun was and having to kill the girl I had a crush on because she had the other gun.
Yeah, I was a weird 6th grader.
Nothing of note in the years since then, at least not that I can remember fully. A lot of vague memories of fighting and once bizarre dream where the really bad substitute Spanish teacher began to yell at and insult the students and got fired.
Post by: Orange Wizard on June 22, 2014, 03:48:40 am
One of the weirdest dreams I can recall is when I dreamed that my 6th grade class was in a civil war with itself and my side was defending a massive fortress. The fortress was useful because each side only had one non-medieval weapon: an AK-47. Why, I don't know. The dream involved a lot of trying to figure out where the safety on the gun was and having to kill the girl I had a crush on because she had the other gun.That sounds pretty normal for my school life, actually.
Yeah, I was a weird 6th grader.
Post by: 4maskwolf on June 22, 2014, 04:38:22 am
Post by: Yoink on June 22, 2014, 04:56:29 am
I had some fucking horror movie dream about a ghost chick that would steal your soul if she caught you outside. Somehow managed to scare the shit out of me. She ate my friends souls. ;-;
Holy shit, I had a horror movie-esque dream last night, too.
It followed a doctor in a small town, I can't remember much of the earlier parts but people started having these horrifying, violent visions of recently deceased loved ones and such. At first it was put down to hallucinations, but then people around the town started dying, and as the main character inspected the bodies he somehow figured out that there were demons attacking people's souls.
I don't remember the details, sadly, since it was a pretty cool dream, but I remember one part towards the end, where he and another guy were driving away from the town for some reason and discussing how easy it would be for them to just keep driving and escape, especially since the Doc didn't have any family of his own- but out of a sense of duty, he turned the car around and went back, to fight the demons either until it stopped happening or "it turns out the town's on top of an old burial site or something, and it never stops".
It was simultaneously creepy as fuck and awesome.
The dream I had before that involved me getting lost in a huge shopping centre, hanging out with a RL friend of mine, deciding to throw either an orgy or a party (I think/hope the dream got the two terms confused) with some other friends and then (there was a scene shift, which was kinda cool) regaining consciousness on a couch, completely smashed, surrounded by a large crowd of friends of mine, past and present- some of whom I know today, some of whom I haven't seen in years.
They all laughed at how much I was slurring my words, and one guy was pouring a can of red bull on me for some reason, but then I straightened up, slapped myself in the face a few times and sobered up. Somehow. It was actually a really nice dream, and made me want to hang out with those people more often.
Post by: TD1 on June 22, 2014, 08:50:35 am
It worked, and the next day dad was pretty furious. The rustlers had flanked and beaten them, and he was now forming a new party. I then woke up, and I can only assume that the same thing would have happened again.
Post by: Mesa on June 22, 2014, 08:58:42 am
- We were in some weird sort of building with my classmates and our culture studies teacher (I guess that's the name of it...) where he was apparently testing us in some way, shape or form, kinda like Saw, but less extreme.
I can't remember what the first two tests were about, but for the final one, we were standing in front of my bathroom in my house (so in our kitchen, because to get to our first story bathroom you need to go through the kitchen) and he was explaining something to us.
Then I walked into the bathroom, they threw a white bottle, like that with pills, and locked the door.
I pick the bottle up and start reading the tiny wall of text written on it. (said bottle also had images from Planetar Annihilation at morning, midday and night...because you could take them at all times of the day or something)
I then start reading, and apparently the test was about inhaling the contents of the bottle (which looked like white dust...hint hint, drugs) and something about hallucinations and the mirror. I immediately started crying because I knew it would end badly, so I decided "You know what, fuck this dream, I'm outta here." and woke up to avoid drugging myself in sleep which in most cases wouldn't require me to do that anyway.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on June 22, 2014, 10:46:27 am
You guys are messed up lol (joking :P)
Post by: mastahcheese on June 22, 2014, 12:33:56 pm
Post by: TD1 on June 22, 2014, 12:44:06 pm
But nah, dreams are nearly anything imaginable. Violence, hate, greed, lust. These are all powerful emotions, and so feature heavily. The only ones talked about are these ones. I've had dreams of reading a book. Of being a (surprisingly) benevolent king, of drinking tea, eating dinner, and rather mundane stuff.
Then there's the pure weird, where you're in a murder mystery and following clues that your mind left in random places in a mind-house. But that only happened to me once :P
Post by: Graknorke on June 22, 2014, 12:52:30 pm
Post by: Glloyd on June 22, 2014, 04:52:04 pm
Post by: scrdest on June 22, 2014, 05:02:37 pm
Yeah, I've had a lot of dreams where mundane things happen, like I go to school or work or something, but then I'll realize that it's a dream, and I'll just start having sex with any of the random people around me. I wonder what that says about me as a person.
That you have extremely straightforward approach to things, I suppose.
Post by: Itnetlolor on June 22, 2014, 06:12:25 pm
She then opened a void gate directly to God Himself, and punched Him the fuck out, and quite hard while at it. After doing so, she said to Him "That was for him.". Being offended, I think He tried to remove her from existence, only to fail; as if she was also a god on equal or greater level to Him. Never once did I think God had an "Oh crap." expression.
After telling Him off, Saint Michael (My guardian angel) said to her, sorta behind God's back, "I've been wanting to do that to Him for far longer than you think; and for similar reasons (for more than just myself, but others that have had more than their fill as well (God apparently has a terrible gambling habit; just look at what He did to poor old Job. God's got a hell of an ego; which sorta explains why the Devil exists in the first place, if he was born of/from God as well. Logically, it makes plenty of sense.)). But for obvious reasons, couldn't.". She was flattered, gave her thanks, and on my behalf as well, and disappeared into the nothingness of the dream realm (or wherever she came from); but not without signing off with a 4th wall breaker of smiling at me, saying "I know you witnessed that, and you're welcome. See you again." and making a heart with her hands at me, and skipping happily through the gate before it closed. I think I heard some hip-hop music or something playing in there, like she returned to a pocket-reality nightclub (maybe the same one from a past dream).
I think I have more than just a guardian angel on my side, and maybe God is a bit of a dick too. He must be back to His Old Testament mood again. I mean, IRL, I've never been hit so hard with bad luck since my black cat disappeared, and my sister's pet dog died a few months afterward.
EDIT:
Funny thing, earlier that day, I was complaining to my siblings how I felt like I was being bullied by God lately and such, and said stuff along the lines of "I feel like I really need to hit Him, and hard.", with the predictable results of offense from the blasphemy and telling me to not be negative and all other crap of that sort. I was pissed off, and didn't need any of it; if anything, it pissed me off even more. Made me feel nearly helpless; felt like elementary school all over again.
And looking back, that same girl had those same red and blue eyes; and was wearing a nice set of glasses while at it. Kinda pointless, but the style fit her looks, and she was quite the looker too. I liked how nonchalantly she was able to rip through the realms/realities as if they were nothing, or as user-friendly to interact with as if it was an extension of her; to the point of hitting herself in the head as if she realized how dumb her initial method was, and took a shortcut, or far simpler approach, instead. Whatever, and whoever She is, She rocks, and I want to meet her. Especially after a closer like that. Not everyone's willing to punch God out for you when you have a sufficiently crappy enough day, and none of your prayers got answered; and to add hot-spicy-minty-lemony-salt on the wound, every count of potential optimism was met with Murphy's Law instead. Extra points/kudos to my guardian angel as well for being so cool about it. When I die/ascend/cross over, I'm having a drink with them, my treat.
I think in another sub-dream, I saw the same thing I nicknamed "The Absolute" (basically, what would amount to an animating fractal of infinite dimensions, in scale and literally, that can speak in all languages and such. Goes by all names, and none; but I prefer the nickname "Absolute"), or as I theorize is the actual God of All Things, which would theoretically be God's grand-daddy. His reaction to all this? Basically, He didn't give much a crap about it, and left things as-is, and basically said to go on as we may. Really, He didn't give a flying fuck about any of what happened, and was neither condoning, nor objecting any of it; but did witness it as well. I would imagine God got one hell of a talking to.
EDIT EDIT:
Now that I come and think of it, that girl reminds me too much of Yukari from Touhou. Probably not the first time I mentioned that.
Post by: hops on June 22, 2014, 06:14:28 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 22, 2014, 06:35:42 pm
Yeah, I've had a lot of dreams where mundane things happen, like I go to school or work or something, but then I'll realize that it's a dream, and I'll just start having sex with any of the random people around me. I wonder what that says about me as a person.Sounds like something that should be on the terrified thread, because what if you don't wake up BECAUSE IT'S NOT A DREAM?!
...Well, I guess you just scored. Really puts the conception in inception.
Post by: Itnetlolor on June 22, 2014, 07:48:09 pm
Speaking of which, how's this for a conundrum? What if you dream you are born, and then realize you were in a dream? Then what is the fate of the baby you just were, if a dream is a potential reality? Add that to the terrified thread. Enjoy your sleep.Yeah, I've had a lot of dreams where mundane things happen, like I go to school or work or something, but then I'll realize that it's a dream, and I'll just start having sex with any of the random people around me. I wonder what that says about me as a person.Sounds like something that should be on the terrified thread, because what if you don't wake up BECAUSE IT'S NOT A DREAM?!
...Well, I guess you just scored. Really puts the conception in inception.
Post by: Glloyd on June 22, 2014, 08:02:29 pm
Speaking of which, how's this for a conundrum? What if you dream you are born, and then realize you were in a dream? Then what is the fate of the baby you just were, if a dream is a potential reality? Add that to the terrified thread. Enjoy your sleep.Yeah, I've had a lot of dreams where mundane things happen, like I go to school or work or something, but then I'll realize that it's a dream, and I'll just start having sex with any of the random people around me. I wonder what that says about me as a person.Sounds like something that should be on the terrified thread, because what if you don't wake up BECAUSE IT'S NOT A DREAM?!
...Well, I guess you just scored. Really puts the conception in inception.
That brings a whole new meaning to the phrase "slept like a baby".
Post by: IronTomato on June 22, 2014, 08:18:29 pm
Even in dreams I still get boxblocked.Wah? Is that when you're pushing a box and somone stands in front of it just to screw with you?
Post by: Itnetlolor on June 22, 2014, 08:20:37 pm
No, it's what happens when you miss a Tetris by JUST that much. Or you have a Tetris opportunity, and get one of these ::Even in dreams I still get boxblocked.Wah? Is that when you're pushing a box and somone stands in front of it just to screw with you?
Post by: hops on June 22, 2014, 08:26:15 pm
Post by: 4maskwolf on June 22, 2014, 08:28:17 pm
It's the receiver equivalent of getting cockblocked. :POuch. That's not fun.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on June 22, 2014, 08:30:59 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 22, 2014, 08:31:53 pm
That brings a whole new meaning to the phrase "slept like a baby".What that saying actually means: I woke up every 2 hours crying and screaming whilst soiling myself.
I swear cockblocked still covers that base though?It's the receiver equivalent of getting cockblocked. :POuch. That's not fun.
Post by: ~Neri on June 22, 2014, 10:04:10 pm
Not really.That brings a whole new meaning to the phrase "slept like a baby".What that saying actually means: I woke up every 2 hours crying and screaming whilst soiling myself.I swear cockblocked still covers that base though?It's the receiver equivalent of getting cockblocked. :POuch. That's not fun.
Post by: MaximumZero on June 22, 2014, 10:34:19 pm
Post by: hops on June 22, 2014, 10:39:36 pm
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on June 22, 2014, 10:44:56 pm
Post by: MaximumZero on June 22, 2014, 10:48:13 pm
That's the thing. I still get cockblocked when I'm lucid. My inability to sexually attract knows no bounds.You're not doing it right.
Post by: Yoink on June 22, 2014, 11:12:25 pm
Unfortunately I couldn't remember a whole lot of either of my dreams last night, but they were interesting.
Spoiler: Dream 1 (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Dream 2 (click to show/hide)
Post by: Itnetlolor on June 22, 2014, 11:17:43 pm
Try a different (universal) address. Or at least, if the conventional ones aren't working, then start using unconventional ones. Logically, you're trying the opposite end of the odds.That's the thing. I still get cockblocked when I'm lucid. My inability to sexually attract knows no bounds.You're not doing it right.
Could explain why a goddess seems to have flirty eyes for me after trouncing Heaven and punching out God. Then again, she was already like that since before that.
Post by: Orange Wizard on June 22, 2014, 11:48:13 pm
An easier solution would be to use your dream powers to mindrape your love interest into doing whatever you want.Try a different (universal) address. Or at least, if the conventional ones aren't working, then start using unconventional ones. Logically, you're trying the opposite end of the odds.That's the thing. I still get cockblocked when I'm lucid. My inability to sexually attract knows no bounds.You're not doing it right.
Could explain why a goddess seems to have flirty eyes for me after trouncing Heaven and punching out God. Then again, she was already like that since before that.
Post by: Itnetlolor on June 23, 2014, 12:10:47 am
But where's the fun in that? I mean, at least my girl can open portals by will, speak in the same language as the angels, while having quite the vulgar mouth on her; have virtually unlimited intelligence, based on conversations I've held, and own probably one of the most badass meta-dimensional nightclubs I've ever seen, with a good taste in music. Some I've never heard before. Oh yeah, and she's just as capable of reading someone (to pretty much psychic and intimate levels, and of detail as well) like a book at a glance as you'd expect of any god or goddess, so I don't think she'd be a fan of such a thing unless it was her kink.An easier solution would be to use your dream powers to mindrape your love interest into doing whatever you want.Try a different (universal) address. Or at least, if the conventional ones aren't working, then start using unconventional ones. Logically, you're trying the opposite end of the odds.That's the thing. I still get cockblocked when I'm lucid. My inability to sexually attract knows no bounds.You're not doing it right.
Could explain why a goddess seems to have flirty eyes for me after trouncing Heaven and punching out God. Then again, she was already like that since before that.
BTW, according to my dreams, she hangs out with me out of her own free will. Her reason: I'm just too damn interesting.
Post by: Orange Wizard on June 23, 2014, 12:14:24 am
I guess opinions vary, but I always found mindrape to be quite therapeutic. People generally don't listen to or believe me IRL.But where's the fun in that? I mean, at least my girl can open portals by will, speak in the same language as the angels, while having quite the vulgar mouth on her; have virtually unlimited intelligence, based on conversations I've held, and own probably one of the most badass meta-dimensional nightclubs I've ever seen, with a good taste in music. Some I've never heard before. Oh yeah, and she's just as capable of reading someone (to pretty much psychic and intimate levels, and of detail as well) like a book at a glance as you'd expect of any god or goddess, so I don't think she'd be a fan of such a thing unless it was her kink.An easier solution would be to use your dream powers to mindrape your love interest into doing whatever you want.Try a different (universal) address. Or at least, if the conventional ones aren't working, then start using unconventional ones. Logically, you're trying the opposite end of the odds.That's the thing. I still get cockblocked when I'm lucid. My inability to sexually attract knows no bounds.You're not doing it right.
Could explain why a goddess seems to have flirty eyes for me after trouncing Heaven and punching out God. Then again, she was already like that since before that.
BTW, according to my dreams, she hangs out with me out of her own free will. Her reason: I'm just too damn interesting.
Post by: TD1 on June 23, 2014, 12:19:55 am
It's just too dangerous.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 23, 2014, 12:38:07 am
I had a dream a long, long time ago in which I and my classmates were going on a "field trip," in which we dressed up in 18th century military garb with muskets... and went down the road to fight the British. All my friends died, and the girl I had a crush on. ;-;
Last night, however, I had some bizarre dream about a casino. It was 20 something stories tall. The game rooms were on the ground floor, a food court on the second, and the rest was one enormous hotel. Except the rooms were barely big enough to fit a bed. I kept getting lost and having to ask staff to guide me back to my room. And at one point I got a 24 pound deep dish pizza I intended to buy, but after walking away it turned out to be the wrong kind of pizza so I went back to the shelf (you just grab stuff off the shelf and have them cook it for you or something??) I couldn't find the fucking pizza section. There was suddenly camping gear everywhere. Guess I just dropped it or something and left, because then I was in the game room watching some guy using the penny slot machine. I mentioned that the odds of winning something increase the more you bet, so he bet 2 million dollars or some shit. He won, but he got 50 grand less than he'd bet. I don't understand why the machines worked that way.
So I buggered off and got lost, and wandered into a private penthouse. The dude in there was a photographer or something. He was pretty cool. Then I like tried to break into some room up on the top floor and hid in a closet with a secretary. She didn't rat me out, so it was all good.
Post by: Itnetlolor on June 23, 2014, 12:42:29 am
But what if your imagination conjures up pepper spray.Given the abilities of the girl I saw, I would prefer being bathed in pure capsaicin, while being mauled by angry bears, than whatever she could do if I ever mind-attacked her without her consent (AKA- Mindrape). You know, opening portals and such, using them like some supernatural deli-slicer, slowly being deleted atom-by-atom, having cartoon physics applied to me, and being broken like a mirror, feeling every crack; only to reassemble similarly, and just as painfully, only to have more animation-quality comedic affects applied to me. Fuck it, marinate me in the stuff, and hang me like a pińata.
It's just too dangerous.
Post by: TD1 on June 23, 2014, 12:46:52 am
Sounds like a recipe for a split personality.
Post by: Itnetlolor on June 23, 2014, 12:55:34 am
Well, technically you'd be mind raping yourself, given it's a dream. Then your mind would rape you back, or retaliate as it were....Or accidentally connecting to a psychic network far more powerful than the Internet could ever become. I wonder if I ever stumbled across any alien servers just by dreaming? If so, then they are surprisingly human in appearance, in most cases (most are truly alien looking, like the love child of pure horror and a sketchbook of a mad engineer; or creatures you'd never expect to be sentient or even register as such. Ghosts aren't scary compared to some of these oddities, like they're composite mini-hiveminds or split higher-dimensional beasts passing through our dimensional plane (like the ORZ)); just a bit more varied and exotic. Given some of our history of xenophobia and slavery and such, I don't they they'd be stupid enough to come here unarmed, and especially with weapons we have absolutely no awareness could ever exist. They're maybe not paranoid, they just know we humans are assholes, even to each other.
Sounds like a recipe for a split personality.
Post by: Graknorke on June 23, 2014, 02:08:43 am
On that note I seem to notice that in my sleep-hallucinations I don't tend to have much physical strength. I mean obviously there isn't any real feedback from the things that happen, but even the imaginary feedback and the consequences of it feel very... limp almost? Like I'm barely trying.
Post by: miauw62 on June 23, 2014, 02:56:09 am
That was probably one of the most pleasant dreams I've had in a while, but it also reminds me of how fucking lonely I am.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on June 23, 2014, 04:06:36 am
I then jumped off the train, where I found a talking cactus who wanted to take the stolen money. I then punched the cactus.
Why oh why did I punch the cactus.
Suddenly, the world melted, and I was in a weird, fucked up sort of labyrinth, and began exploring. I opened a door, saw something that was basically...I don't remember it's exact form, only that it filled me with such terror and dread that I shot roughly three thousand bullets into the room, before lobbing in dynamite, and then slamming the door. I looked at the door.
It read, "Koss's worst nightmares"
Jesus Christ, mind! The fuck is WRONG with you?
Also, I awoke to the song Labyrinth, by the German band Oomph.
Post by: Arx on June 23, 2014, 04:15:09 am
I managed to actually remember my dreams again last night. Unfortunately, I've since forgotten much of it, but I was doing something, and then someone famous hit me (as in, projectile hit me, not punched me), causing my FPS to drop by 7715 (???). Fortunately, it was 10000 before, so I hardly noticed.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on June 23, 2014, 06:01:21 am
and apparently immortal.
Post by: TD1 on June 23, 2014, 09:42:22 am
Who hits a cactus? :D
Post by: Akura on June 23, 2014, 10:25:51 am
Spoiler: Warning: This one is pretty gruesome, read at own risk (click to show/hide)
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 23, 2014, 11:11:06 am
I had a dream a long, long time ago in which I and my classmates were going on a "field trip," in which we dressed up in 18th century military garb with muskets... and went down the road to fight the British. All my friends died, and the girl I had a crush on. ;-;The hearts and minds of the American people shall return to the British fold via dream-invading redcoats. This is only the beginning.
Why oh why did I punch the cactus.YOU UNLEASHED DAVID BOWIE?!!!
Suddenly, the world melted, and I was in a weird, fucked up sort of labyrinth, and began exploring. I opened a door, saw something that was basically...I don't remember it's exact form, only that it filled me with such terror and dread that I shot roughly three thousand bullets into the room, before lobbing in dynamite, and then slamming the door. I looked at the door.
It read, "Koss's worst nightmares"
Post by: Orange Wizard on June 23, 2014, 04:15:20 pm
When I got down there, one of my cats was lying upside-down on the stove, on fire. The other was rubbing around my legs, miaowing for food. I grabbed the fire extinguisher, which we apparently keep in the pantry now, and started bashing the flaming cat with it. The extinguisher exploded in a cloud of that weird soggy foam stuff, soaking everything in the room, and the house started to crumple like wet cardboard. I frantically tried to retrieve the not-on-fire cat, but she had been eaten by the on-fire cat. It was only when on-fire cat's eyes glowed red and she miaowed at me (sounding a lot like a bunch of screaming children) that I started WTFing, and woke up.
Long story short, there is no way I'm ever letting my cats near the kitchen again.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 23, 2014, 07:36:56 pm
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on June 23, 2014, 07:59:22 pm
And apparently stupid...IT WAS TALKING AND WANTED MY MONEY GODDAMMIT
Who hits a cactus? :D
Post by: Itnetlolor on June 23, 2014, 08:30:42 pm
And apparently stupid...IT WAS TALKING AND WANTED MY MONEY GODDAMMIT
Who hits a cactus? :D
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Post by: Yoink on June 23, 2014, 11:56:00 pm
Another wacky dream for me. I was getting out of bed in a fairly normal fashion, before I noticed the kitchen was on fire.
When I got down there, one of my cats was lying upside-down on the stove, on fire. The other was rubbing around my legs, miaowing for food. I grabbed the fire extinguisher, which we apparently keep in the pantry now, and started bashing the flaming cat with it. The extinguisher exploded in a cloud of that weird soggy foam stuff, soaking everything in the room, and the house started to crumple like wet cardboard. I frantically tried to retrieve the not-on-fire cat, but she had been eaten by the on-fire cat. It was only when on-fire cat's eyes glowed red and she miaowed at me (sounding a lot like a bunch of screaming children) that I started WTFing, and woke up.
Long story short, there is no way I'm ever letting my cats near the kitchen again.
...Wow. That's intense.
Post by: TD1 on June 24, 2014, 01:08:40 am
RIP, not-on-fire dream cat :P
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on June 24, 2014, 02:03:02 am
Is your mind possessed by evil?
DID YOU COMMIT HERESY AND USE MAGIC
AM I GONNA HAVE TO SMACK A BITCH!?
Post by: Dunamisdeos on June 24, 2014, 03:28:24 am
Post by: Yoink on June 24, 2014, 05:49:05 am
The scary thing is, I went for years fully believing a couple of dreams I had as a small child were actually real.
And one of those involved talking to the recently deceased through an upside-down looking glass. Yeah. I spent a good part of my life thinking that was a thing people could do. Now I'm wondering how many of my memories are actually things I've dreamt... although I'm pretty sure I'd catch myself if I started mistaking dreams for reality.
Right?
...Right?
Post by: hops on June 24, 2014, 05:52:50 am
Why do I always get weird-ass dreams when I nap
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on June 24, 2014, 06:12:07 am
Post by: Arx on June 24, 2014, 06:30:04 am
Why do I always get weird-ass dreams when I nap
Because if you're doing napping properly, you start and wake in the REM phase and REM is when you dream, so you get dreams and then remember them well.
I think.
Post by: nomoetoe on June 24, 2014, 02:20:50 pm
I was now driving through a town by myself and couldn't stop I kept going and I kept pushing on the brakes harder and harder, I was eventually able to stop once i went off the road into a ditch. A police officer came over and asked me about what just happened, I explained the situation.
I was now watching/a part of some weird movie and towards the end a group of people were bouncing my sleeping/dead mother up and down for they were celebrating her for some reason, then everything went horribly wrong, I don't know how or why, it just did. I was looking around my house and looked in my mom's room and I saw that she had turned into a zombie, so I gathered up my 3 friends who were for some reason in my house and dressed up as a creeper, a zombie and another thing.
We quickly and quietly left the building and went on a trip to find a new home since my house was inhabited by zombie mum. The dream then switched to me in a shower at my house, after drying off and putting my clothes on I suddenly realize, "My mom is a zombie and she's in the house!" so I went downstairs and was about to exit when I saw her heavily decomposed and shaking, I ran past her to the outside and realized that this was a dream, she was chasing after me slowly and I woke myself up...or so I thought.
I was now in bed at a motel/hotel/church/thing and I heard music, it was the dwarf fortress theme played on the piano. I went over and saw a woman playing the piano I slowly lowered myself upside down and talked to her and tried not to be creepy, We talked a bit and she walked as I floated, We got friendly and she wanted to be extra friendly. I said sure, and as I floated by her my mom came out of nowhere (living not zombie) I said "Don't worry I'll handle this. After almost getting extra friendly I teleported away and was in my room alone, I talked with her more for awhile and I realized once more that this was just a dream, I told her this and she said "Maybe were both dreaming and were just in the same dream." I knew that was idiotic and far from true, once again I thought I woke up.
this part is a bit hazy.
I was now laying on the grass and got up and went inside, I think I told my mom about something about my dream and asked why I was in the grass. I picked up a weird looking slice of pizza and ate it. I got into the shower dozed off while standing up. something else happened during my shower nap but I'm not sure what exactly. My mo, woke me from my shower nap and told me to stop falling asleep, Some other stuff happened and I finally woke up for real.
There was a part with a gym and a big dinner happening but I'm not sure what happened.
Post by: hops on June 25, 2014, 11:19:17 pm
Because Janet watch all the animes.
Post by: Arx on June 26, 2014, 01:55:47 am
The house was very small, with a living room/bedroom and a kitchen, but it also had a postage stamp of garden in the front and a swimming pool in the back. For some reason, water from the swimming pool was special. The wall in front of their garden was only about a meter high, and was mostly wrought iron.
At some point, magic got involved, and I think we had to go rescue a mutual (male) friend. I was wondering about what weapon to take, but settled for the wooden dagger on my dresser (I have one IRL), because it was convenient and 'magic' would make it useful.
I can't remember what happened next. It's all very patchy.
Post by: Yoink on June 26, 2014, 02:56:07 am
That was even more wildly disjointed than the average dreams I have.
Pretty sure I had some dreams earlier, but I can't remember anything except for one bit where I bumped into someone I knew from years ago and chatted to him for a while. That's literally all I remember about it.
Post by: Mesa on June 26, 2014, 04:44:43 am
This one I remember being about Toady posting two relatively short (compared to the newest one) devblogs, the latter of which was about him "trying to solve a bug related to human soldiers". He said that he was "commenting the buggy part of the code" and that when he was done with it, the bug magically disappeared. :P
Little logic, I know.
Then there was that part about me and my friends riding a bus to where our current school is, and one of them was talking about shields (I think this was related to modding of some game, maybe or maybe not Awesomenauts :V). After that we were on a weird-looking playing field with all my old classmates and we were apparently meant to take some sort of test here (which was related to IT or something...weirdly enough) but first we were having your typical football-related PE stuff. But apparently I then crouched holding the ball, but couldn't stand back up. It usually happens in my dreams when sports are involved. I just couldn't get myself to stand back up, it's like my dream was bugging out, so I was just forced to wake up as to not bore myself to dream death trying to get my legs in an upright position.
It was weird, and I lost count of DF-related dreams at this point, but hopefully this is the last one. :P
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 26, 2014, 10:42:59 am
I woke up to the sound of my neighbour's car alarm.
Post by: TD1 on June 26, 2014, 10:49:09 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 26, 2014, 12:26:31 pm
And with a duck squatting on your face.And not a brick in sight; only bread, fields and fields of beautiful loaves as far as the duck can quack.
Post by: mastahcheese on June 26, 2014, 01:10:58 pm
Rather than taking the bridge, it kept swimming, and I kept following it, then I decided to go ahead and swim ahead of it to check out the new island.
Not sure where I was at, but I seemed to know the name of the place (don't remember now, I think it sounded Asian?) and started walking around.
After a bit, I went into this building where all the restroom stalls weren't even in the bathroom, they were just there, along the side of the walkway, and the doors weren't even large enough for most of them, so they had no privacy. Also there were arcade machines right next to them, like this was totally normal. There was even one machine where some guy was playing a basketball game thing, and kept throwing basketballs all over the place, and into the stalls.
Then this black-haired girl walked up to me and asked me if I had any spare pence (which is odd, because I'm not British) and I checked my pockets and found that they were empty, so I said that I probably meant to grab my wallet before leaving home (I don't remember if I was ever at home, as it must have been earlier in the dream).
She then started hitting on me, and when I mentioned I had a wife, she laughed wildly and ran away. At this point, I was in full "WTF?" and so started trying to find my way out of there.
I found this weird garage with more bathroom stalls in it, and every time I left it to find I different way out, I'd keep ending up back in it.
I don't remember much after this, and then I woke up, and starting thinking about the giraffe, and wondered where it went.
Post by: Greiger on June 27, 2014, 04:46:15 pm
There's gotta be some hidden meaning in that, but I don't know what it was. I was never fired from BK, hell, BK was the only job I ever had where I had spotless job performance. They wanted me to become a manager.
Post by: Yoink on June 28, 2014, 09:44:30 pm
In the first part I can remember, I was in a large office floor/cube farm (although I don't remember seeing any actual cubicles, just workstations and counters and such) of some company I can't remember. The surfaces in the place were mostly white with frequent patches of a deep blue colour.
There was a video-game style mechanic where you could rummage through a pile of stuff for salvageable computer parts, and a while after that I found a counter with a long line where some bored-looking employee was buying them.
I remember getting paid $2 for the stuff I found using that craft, and $2.40 for some other parts I had from elsewhere. I held up the line asking the guy questions about just what they bought, then wandered off. You could only sell stuff once a day, so I was kicking myself for not gathering more first.
The next scene I remember (not sure how much time had elapsed, although waking-logic suggests it must have been a while) was in a large outdoors area with a bunch of tall-ish buildings up ahead, and I believe it was a sort of FPS-style battle over resources.
I remember being near our base/spawn area while most of my team was up ahead somewhere fighting, I may have been going to join them. Suddenly I died, shot from behind by some dickish sniper sitting to the rear of our base, which was a couple of those portable container-home things.
Anyway, I respawned, came around the other side of the buildings and spotted the sniper crouched on a small hill.
I quickly took aim at them, I saw the scope of their rifle start to turn towards me, but I fired first and killed them. I went over to inspect/loot the body and discovered that they were actually a female elf. Also bald, for some reason.
At this point I contacted my brother by some sort of hands-free comms gadget, and asked him if he needed the body for parts. :o Apparently he was some sort of mad-sciencey type or something, I dunno.
He said the only thing he really needed was a face with makeup on it, and this elf's face just happened to be pretty heavily covered in makeup. I was looking over the body once more, having stripped it of its equipment and any valuables, when I accidentally (I think it was, anyway) fired my rifle into her face, blowing half of it off.
Weirdly enough, though, the bullet had somehow cleanly blown half of her face off, like a portion of the flesh had just been neatly removed, almost in the shape of a 'phantom of the opera' mask. I decided, rather amused by this turn of events, to glue her face back together and take her to my brother anyway.
This entailed picking up the severed piece of face by clicking in my right thumbstick, fallout/skyrim-style, and painstakingly shifting it over to the head. Once I had it more-or-less in place I held down X to glue it together, like in Little Big Planet.
...And then, having done that, I picked up the body normally, without any of that fiddly game mechanic nonsense. :o
That was a weird dream indeed. Not sure just what my brother needed corpses for, and I'm not all that eager to know.
Post by: Tawa on June 28, 2014, 10:14:34 pm
You should also hold off on the games for a while.
...Wait, how often do you play? I want a dream where I have a HUD.
Post by: Yoink on June 28, 2014, 10:27:08 pm
No idea why those two mechanics suddenly popped up in my dreams. The only FPS I've played lately is CoD. :-[ Even the rifle I had was the hunting rifle from Fallout, now that I think of it. I blame my brother for disturbing me while I was trying to nap, that's presumably why he featured in the dream so I'll blame all the weirdness on it, too.
Post by: Greiger on June 28, 2014, 11:09:00 pm
Post by: TD1 on June 29, 2014, 01:28:15 am
Oh dear goodness, the Civ V dreams.
Post by: SnugglePie on June 29, 2014, 09:38:58 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
I remembered one more dream from a few weeks ago. Equestria was destroyed by a nuclear war. The only survivor was Fluttershy who was diving at the sea at the time. She had to live underwater because the surface was uninhabitable. Meanwhile, electric eels were using their ability to create electric discharges to mindcontrol ants into terraforming the surface. Yeah, it doesn't make sense.
At the end there was a short scene where Twilight said: "But my mother told me my magic WILL NOT VANISH!" and then her horn started to glow. That probably has nothing to do with the rest of the dream.
Post by: hops on July 01, 2014, 05:25:37 am
Post by: SnugglePie on July 01, 2014, 05:29:23 am
So, vidya gaem dreams aren't too bad. Especially when they go well for you and you turn into a badass.Unfortunately, most of my game dreams were about the old IL-2 Sturmovik. They consisted of me trying to get out of my burning fighter before I burn to death or crash. They were not particularly fun as you might imagine.
Post by: nomoetoe on July 02, 2014, 12:58:33 pm
I begin freaking out about how we were going to die and that were doomed. I calmed down after we got to our destination, everything seemed ok everyone was nice everything was fine the people with me talked with the people there, then I freaked out.
I grew 16 feet tall gained metallic skin and my right arm gained claws and a scythe like weapon. Everyone there got pretty scared, I then gained controlled myself and turned back to my normal form. Some woman came in who I presumed was the reason it was so dangerous here. She started going through various invisibility abilities while talking to me, but I was able to see her through all of them.
She wanted to do this fight turned based, I thought this was very stupid, so I grabbed her leg and I inflicted intense pain and misery upon her, this killed her. I then started laughing insanely and I talked to myself in 3 different voices. I now had control of the dead woman body and my coat sleeve started making out with the woman's sleeve. after awhile I asked "is there more to this then your telling me" my sleeve stopped making out and sucked in some string.
Then I woke up.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on July 02, 2014, 06:41:47 pm
inb4 doctor who cat
Post by: Tawa on July 02, 2014, 06:55:16 pm
A telephone box, eh?FTFY
inb4 superman cat
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Post by: mastahcheese on July 03, 2014, 02:14:12 pm
Post by: Valid_Dark on July 04, 2014, 03:51:29 pm
People found out the world was ending, or that life is pointless or something, and everyone started gong crazy,
but that's not the strange part of the dream, that is just letting you know the setting.
There was a restaurant, and it had free food, people would go in, and be sat in groups of 4, even if it was with strangers, and they would bring out a tray of brushes, and everyone had to grab one at random and stick it in their mouth, whoever had the brush with butter on it got to pick first,
then they would bring out 4 entrees, and everyone picked which one they want.
There were snipers across the street, aiming at the restaurant, and before the people picked which entree they wanted, the snipers were told an entree and a table and had to try to shoot the person that got that food before they finished eating and left the restaurant, the dream went on for a while, and I saw a few people get gunned down.
But there was one fat lady who was able to eat her food, and fake out the snipers enough times to where she was able to get out the front door after she finished eating, and people cheered and gave her a big plaque. And on the plaque, in giant letters it said "The World Means Nothing". then I woke up.
Edit: I realized I should mention, only one person out of the group of 4 gets shot at.
Post by: IronTomato on July 04, 2014, 03:54:55 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on July 04, 2014, 04:11:11 pm
I can imagine the Airplane! quote being mentioned. "They had a choice, chicken or fish." "That's right... I had the lasagna."
The food there must be to die for.
Post by: Valid_Dark on July 04, 2014, 04:19:38 pm
That sounds like a movie that would be a fitting dark comedy, rather than horror movie.
I can imagine the Airplane! quote being mentioned. "They had a choice, chicken or fish." "That's right... I had the lasagna."
The food there must be to die for.
:D
That quote made me laugh a good amount. It fits perfectly.
Post by: SnugglePie on July 04, 2014, 04:21:27 pm
Anyway, in the dream, Americans in the past found out that one of their computer-controlled tanks disregarded orders. They managed to immobilize it and neutralize its weapons. Two engineers were then sent to recover the wreckage and investigate it. When they arrived, the tank's computer started to talk to them. The engineers asked it some questions and soon realized the computed housed a self-aware AI instead of a much simpler program that was used to control tanks. The AI started with an expository monologue. It was a product of a secret military program that aimed to create AIs usable as weapons. When this AI was to be deleted, it managed to escape.
There was a flashback that was supposed to explain how the AI got into the past. The first part of the flashback took place in a bedroom. There was a small bed for a baby and a large bed with a husband and a wife in it. The husband was a former soldier. He had survived an accident/chemical attack but his body suffered too much damage. Now he had a robotic body with his brain in it. The body looked like an extremely scrawny human, its skin had a blue-gray colour. I think the body had a computer installed in order to control bodily functions and provide an interface between the brain and the body. The AI somehow managed to download itself into the body in the middle of a night when everyone was asleep.
The AI took control of the body and pulled a pistol out of a nightstand. Apparently, each bullet had two crewmembers on board who were shrunk to about 1 mm size by a shrink ray. The AI took one bullet out of the pistol so its crew could watch. A small humanoid robot about five centimeters tall exited the hijacked body and made its way to the baby's bed. It then started to release a nerve gas as the bullet's crew begged the AI to stop. The baby, I think it was a girl, inhaled the gas, woke up, cried for a few seconds and then died. The wife woke up but couldn't hear her daughter crying so she thought she must had imagined it. She noticed her "husband" was awake and started talking to him quietly. They talked for a while and she was getting increasingly creeped out by the AI. I don't remember the rest of the dream but I'm pretty sure the AI killed her.
Post by: Valid_Dark on July 04, 2014, 06:09:30 pm
Post by: Xvareon on July 05, 2014, 01:02:39 am
I also had another freaking weird dream when I was younger, where I was in some sort of hospital waiting room type place. The room was devoid of people except me, with a couple plants and some benches against the walls. All of a sudden a set of double doors on one end of the room bursts open, and my oldest brother runs through like a mountain lion is after his ass. I didn't really catch the expression on his face, and his clothes and state looked normal, but damn he was scared. Mere seconds after he leaves the scene, the doors open AGAIN, and this time it's this FREAKY ass kid in a yellow shirt and he's LAUGHING maniacally like Woody Woodpecker on crack. He starts running circles around me at about a 3-4 meter distance, while I'm kinda whining and holding this heavy book in front of me like some kind of shield. All of a sudden, he stops -- literally, it's like time itself froze -- and a moment later he's like "RAGH" and jumps me.
I mercifully wake up at that point.
What. The. Fuck.
Post by: ~Neri on July 05, 2014, 01:12:16 am
They sound funs.
All I get are lucid ones.
And sometimes Eldritch ones it seems.
Post by: hops on July 05, 2014, 02:22:29 am
I mean, being a natural is one thing. Being forced to lucid dream is another thing.
Post by: ~Neri on July 05, 2014, 02:25:13 am
If I don't notice it's a dream right off the bat then it rapidly devolved into teeth and claws and eyes and tentacles of the not fun types and non-elucidian geometries until I do realize it's a dream. Rather unpleasant.
Post by: Cthulhu on July 05, 2014, 03:03:31 am
Nowadays though most of my lucid dreams are spontaneous. Usually it'll be in the morning again, a few minutes before I wake up, I guess my faculties return unevenly or something. I'll be dreaming as normal and I'll suddenly, I'm not sure how to put it. I'll think using the logic of the dream. Like a frisbee lands on the roof and I'm like "whatever, I'll just jump up" and that's what triggers lucidity.
Last night I didn't have a lucid dream but it was pretty weird anyway. I dreamed about a D&D campaign, like I planned the whole thing out in this program on the computer that was like a fantasy google maps. I'm almost positive I dreamed this once before but forgot about it, and I remembered parts of it in the dream. It's mostly fading so I'll write it down here.
It was called In a Waning World, I think. Or something along those lines. It was like a cross between the first few chapters of Corum and The Banner Saga, where the players are shepherding a caravan of their kinsmen as they flee their homeland. Some Thoth-Amon looking dude from another land has pretty much completely destroyed their homeland with his army, and the catch is that he's not the villain or anything, he's pretty much the end of the world. He's despoiled everything he's touched and his army is basically just grinding its way across the land with nothing to stop him. That's where the Corum aspects come in, the PCs are among the last of their kind in a world that's very quickly changing, and there's little they can do about it.
There were like seven or eight adventures within the campaign but I don't remember what they all were. It was a mix of dealing with the caravan and breaking off for more traditional adventures where it became apparent the PCs are like the Thoth-Amon dude, Special People, among the last of them left on Earth. Maybe that's why he's looking for them? The adventures entail destroying the last great magical beasts in the world, though I'm not sure why. The only adventures I actually remember were the last few. The final missions saw the players travelling deep underground, like to the center of the world, to some kind of giant earthworks, and killing a giant worm thing. This was significant but I don't remember how or why.
Then there was kind of a denouement in the new land they discovered which might have involved killing the Thoth-Amon guy.
Post by: Itnetlolor on July 05, 2014, 09:12:17 am
It gets weirder when you can actually understand the eldritch tongue, and can speak their language as well in these dreams as well. Turns out, many of these gods are getting sick and tired of how sacrifices are being handed to them. I mean, they want someone to hang out with; not a bloody mess that's not much for conversation. They want to be understood, not feared. Looking uglier than sin kinda doesn't award them many points, not to mention speaking a broken inverse-starfish-Latin of sorts is a tad difficult to understand or translate; so basically, they have to accept that humans are just too closed-minded to interact with. I mean, with how history goes, we've been homogenizing ourselves into a single class/race of species. We might not be a friendly race to interact with be you eldritch, etherial, or just a plain 'ol off-worlder. To greet us with their heaviest hitting weapons out (like quantum nukes that can wipe out star systems) is probably a suitable "Hello" for any race that has studied us sufficiently. From what I've heard from these things before, Humans are none more than a very stubborn virus with sentience that's harder to remove from existence than previously thought. We escape our prison of a planet, the rest of the universe is royally fucked, and no god can stop us once we travel out of our world. The last god that tried to settle us got brutally killed by us; and he was probably the most chill of them. The fact we were willing to wipe out their most peaceful advocate/ambassador without a heartbeat to wait, because of our own power-hungry "needs"; I think being armed at all times is plenty normal to behave around us.
I wouldn't put it past any non-human being to mistake us as demons that escaped from Hell. And the worst of them all. In fact, I think in my dreams interacting with said gods, they were initially scared of me, but opened up when they learned I had no intent to harm; although they needed to scope me out thoroughly at a supernatural level to be sure. And I was the paranoid one. Nothing more paranoid than a species of higher beings that are aware that there are things scarier than them, and they can be lesser species in massive numbers; so yes, I guess a virus or swarm of locusts is a good way to describe us Humans. Theoretically speaking, look at Mars and Venus, and assume Earth is another shot at living for our species, and those last two were failures of our existence; or we took everything we could from those worlds.
EDIT:
On another note; I also had a dream where The Devil asked me for the blood of my first born, in a dream that I had a family of my own. They were not amused with my blood sacrifice. I mean, how would you feel if you were mailed a bloody band-aid ball? Yes, I owned the Devil on a technicality. My kid was apparently accident-prone, and I was well-stocked with medical supplies. Hearing even the Devil call me a "sick bastard" is strangely satisfying and amusing. Never bothered to ask for a sacrifice from me again. I think I broke him.
Strangely enough, I think I have more of a vitrolic smartass friendship with the Devil in most of my dreams, rather than him always being the enemy. He does do the usual Devil thing, and smirks and maybe flips me off at my answers to his usual tricks. In a sense, I think he enjoys the fact that I can play on equal ground against him. Instead of casting him back to Hell all the time like most others would, or fearing him even; I show him the light instead, by being a total loon with his challenges. In a sense, I burn him back with his own tricks, in my own style.
Post by: MaximumZero on July 06, 2014, 12:15:59 am
Post by: Yoink on July 06, 2014, 06:05:12 am
I can't remember what I dreamt about earlier today, it was interesting enough that I pondered about it for a while but apparently not quite interesting enough for me to make a post here. Or maybe I just forgot. The other night/day though, I remember dreaming that I was hanging out with a band I know, apparently following them from one gig to another.
At one point we found that one of their members (or maybe a member of a band they were playing with?) had driven off with their gear, and we ended up finding their guitars etcetera abandoned in a heap on some weird run-down concrete bridge. That's... about all I remember.
Haven't been dreaming quite as crazily as usual, lately. Maybe it's too cold. :P
Hopefully I'll have some batshit insane dreams tonight.
Post by: hops on July 06, 2014, 06:06:21 am
10/10 would release libido in socially acceptable manner again.
Post by: Person on July 06, 2014, 07:44:22 am
Post by: Tawa on July 06, 2014, 11:23:47 am
Alright, so, I'm just walking on this road to "camp", whatever that was, when I see these three guys. Two of them are acting like friends, but one of them was fighting the other two guys. They're all dressed like clerics or paladins or something, and the jerk guy was wearing black trimmed armor and a black trimmed shield. I go up and ask them what's going on, and they all spout some random numberbabble with +3s on attack rolls and that kind of stuff. I remember that the black armor guy had a really crappy one where he was more powerful if he dropped his shield; catch was, his only weapon was this puny little handaxe. He prepares to beat the crap out of the guys, when they, who were armed with maces or swords or something, beat the crap out of him. The dream gets a little hazy around here, but I'm walking with one of the guys, who had blue trimmed armor, and eventually the last guy turned on him. A lot of weird stuff happens and I get to "camp", which is actually just a tent. There were a bunch of dudes inside the tent and they were all talking. I remember hearing something about Kevak, of all things, but then I turned around and walked out of the tent and started heading home.
That's about it, as I recall.
Post by: ~Neri on July 06, 2014, 11:46:48 am
Post by: TD1 on July 06, 2014, 11:52:55 am
Post by: ~Neri on July 06, 2014, 12:05:25 pm
Post by: mastahcheese on July 06, 2014, 12:15:35 pm
Post by: Yoink on July 06, 2014, 12:20:54 pm
Also I remembered a few details of my last dream, but not really enough to be interesting. It wasn't anything too crazy overall, more of a 'nice' dream as far as I can remember. I might go to sleep soon in the hopes of having one I can remember.
Post by: Tawa on July 06, 2014, 06:39:10 pm
Post by: TD1 on July 06, 2014, 06:41:18 pm
All I can remember is, I think, that Helgoland was there.
Post by: Atomic Emu on July 06, 2014, 08:24:14 pm
It involved my older brother as a member of a metal band on a tour and my twin brother + myself as members of the band's supporting crew. We arrived to a large city several days before the concert was to happen, as this was supposed to be the most important show of the tour and we planned something super special, which needed time to prepare. I remember checking in at the hotel and working on the stage. Everything was going smoothly until the second day my older brother disappeared. We searched for him in the obvious places (his hotel room, pubs near the hotel, etc.), but found no trace of him. After some time the rest of the band somehow came to a conclusion that it was the fault of my twin brother and myself, after which they drove us from the hotel with no money, no phones or IDs of any sort.
We decided the best thing we could do was to find our brother ASAP so all this mess can be sorted out. Several days later we encountered a group of hobos who said they might know what happened to him. They led us under a large bridge in a less populated part of the city, where they explained it was a trap and that they were paid to stop us searching for our brother. We beat them up and managed to convince one of them to tell us what he knew. He said we should go to an old junkyard not far from there to find our answers. The junkyard was huge, with mountains of rusting cars, electronics and an occasional plane. It also contained a small building made of corrugated steel with one door and one tiny window. We broke inside, into an empty room. After a while we discovered a hidden switch opening an entrance to an underground complex with very tight security. Thanks to dream logic, we knew exactly where to go. When we get there (Mission: Impossible style, if it was performed by two clumsy almost-hobos) we find a 5x3 meters all-white room with many small scientific instruments and computers along the walls and a strange device occupying most of the room in the center. I looked through a small glass-like window into the device, where I saw something I recognized as belonging to my older brother (no idea what it was). For a while we looked for a way to open the device, but to no avail. So we did the logical thing and broke it to pieces and took the thing. That activated an alarm and the place started blowing up, so we jumped out of a window on the wall opposite to the door (the window was fake, we were still underground at this point). Somehow we appeared on the surface, having jumped out of the tiny window of the corrugated steel building. I jumped back in, grabbed a piece from the device's window, decided to use it instead of a shoe I somehow lost (despite it being just a small flat glass-like shard) and jumped out again.
We headed away from the city, talking about what happened. As we were approaching a forest, we swore to find those responsible, make them pay for what they have done, get our answers and if possible save our brother. After that, I distinctively remember saying: "Winter is coming, it will be cold soon. I should grow a beard so I can make a coat for myself."
One time skip later, we returned to the city as a (in)famous duo of hobos traveling the land, helping people and fighting crime, while being dressed only in clothes made of our own hair and making snarky remarks.
Then I woke up.
Post by: hops on July 06, 2014, 10:33:44 pm
Post by: ~Neri on July 06, 2014, 10:53:07 pm
/me wonders who
Post by: HissinhWalnuts on July 07, 2014, 02:38:54 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 07, 2014, 05:01:48 am
Post by: Steelmagic on July 07, 2014, 10:01:46 am
After arriving back at base (which was in the US, I think) I didn't get much time to rest, and was sent on a mission with a squad. I remember that it was extremely foggy and we could not see 6 feet in front of us. We decided to land at a garage and take their stuff since our supplies consisted of six bullets, and I woke up after grabbing a radio so we could listen to music, because I have my priorities straight. I have no clue what our mission actually was.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 09, 2014, 07:06:38 am
And then there was this really weird part where someone found guns and then this lady showed up to try and take them from us in something that must be a leftover subconscious routine from all the time I've spent arguing with Americans over guns. Dream bandits came and killed us all while we were arguing.
Good dream.
Post by: hops on July 09, 2014, 07:18:16 am
Wat.I like this thread when it's not locked so I will refrain from talking about it. :x
/me wonders who
Post by: Arx on July 09, 2014, 07:26:37 am
One, visting somebody's house. They had a nice garden, which I spent a ton of time in for some reason.
Two, I was in a relationship, which doesn't normally mean anything to me in a dream, except I actually trusted them in this dream. I don't trust anyone normally. :-\
Post by: Spehss _ on July 10, 2014, 11:00:08 am
So, I noticed this little switch in the car. A little 5 way plastic switch. For whatever reason, I hit the switch as far as it can go. Suddenly the car is going extremely fast. Like, sudden infinite increase in acceleration as soon as I hit the switch. Our vision gets blurred like we've entered mach light warp speed in a sci-fi movie. Not as fast as light, but fast enough to warp my vision.
"I'm going to jump onto the other highway!" says the driver.
"Wait wat?" is my response. There's another highway in the distance. We can't jump the car over there. It's too far. This is insane.
Then we veer off a curve in the highway. The car is going so fast it's flying. Or fastly falling. Still accelerating, despite no traction. If my dream took physics into account, we probably would've died from the sudden g-force as soon as I hit the switch or whatever.
Anyway, so imagine a car going insanely fast down a cliffside, and you can see the wall of the other cliff accelerating towards you supernaturally fast. So fast your brain knows this is wrong and terrified of it. I thought I was going to die. Don't remember clearly what situation the dream transitioned into next. Pretty sure I woke up briefly from sheer terror before going back to sleep and disrupted the car dream.
Post by: Person on July 10, 2014, 12:07:00 pm
Edit: Yeah most of the dreams I remember tend to end in failure one way or another. Which is why the previous one I wrote about seemed so weird to me. It just kinda felt like the fight could still go either way. Getting shot repeatedly doesn't leave me any doubt to how things went. Closure is nice.
Post by: mastahcheese on July 10, 2014, 12:48:52 pm
You know you guys can just PM if you're really that interested in talking about it in a non-locking place.Wat.I like this thread when it's not locked so I will refrain from talking about it. :x
/me wonders who
Anyway, had this weird dream a few days ago, I don't remember most of it, but the first part involved me riding on my roller scooter to various Taco Bells, and all of them being closed.
Then I went back to this apartment place where giant plants were eating people, and enormous Lovecraftian-esque pimples started appearing out of the floor, and then MaximumZero walks out of the bathroom and starts pouring salt on them and everything just went bat-shit crazy.
I really wish I was able to post about it when it was fresher in my mind, because it was weird as hell.
Last night's dream involved me and some girl stalking vampires and murdering their faces, and an elevator that seemed to never reached the last floor.
Post by: Arx on July 10, 2014, 02:18:46 pm
I was spelunking, I guess. I'd been there before, and I was going in ahead of a group of tourists I had to avoid being seen by for some reason. I was doing something with magic that made the tour guide think there was a bear in the cave? At one point, I had to go through a really narrow river tunnel, lying on my back, on a canoe-y raft. The roof was 30cm from my face. I eventually got to a cavern with a cabin in it like this, and entered the cabin. I lay on a couch for a while, before deciding it wasn't well-hidden enough.
Time then jumped forward, and everyone was there and I was allowed to talk to them. It was a group of maybe seven people, of whom at least two were female. The room I was in had been converted to a lounge with elements taken directly from mine, and some unfamiliar ones. And, broken ground: There was a woman there who was mastahcheese's mother. First forum-related person to appear in a dream. What is it with me, forumites, and parents anyway?
That's all I remember.
Post by: ~Neri on July 10, 2014, 02:33:15 pm
Post by: miauw62 on July 10, 2014, 02:42:02 pm
Pretty sure I woke up briefly from sheer terror before going back to sleep and disrupted the car dream.This makes me wonder: am I the only that sort of enjoys veering up in your bed because you were about to hit the ground in your dream?
Post by: ~Neri on July 10, 2014, 02:44:51 pm
Post by: ArmokGoB on July 10, 2014, 05:00:12 pm
Post by: Tawa on July 10, 2014, 05:22:33 pm
Post by: Yoink on July 12, 2014, 01:58:30 am
Then the dream shifted so that I was watching them through a rifle scope- someone was aiming at them from outside in the darkness.
Whoever it was (a police/military sniper, maybe?) fired, and the bullet went through a window, hit one of the brothers in the eye and entered his head with a spray of gore. His brother didn't realise what had happened right away, he'd been facing away from him leaning on a bench, deep in thought.
The shot man let out this horrible death gurgle, his remaining eye wide in shock and blood spurting out over the kitchen, and the other two turned towards him, suitably horrified by what happened. Then I believe I woke up before seeing what happened.
Yesterday, I dreamt that I was on a bus listening to stranger behind me talking to his neighbour about how he got really cheap bus fares or something. I remember debating whether or not I would speak up and ask him how exactly he saved so much money.
Then later on I was at some weird-looking station, listening to announcements and trying to catch a train.
Pretty sure I was woken up before I managed to board one.
Post by: Squill on July 12, 2014, 05:19:20 am
I don't want hugs often because I'm an antisocial sumbitch, but when I woke up from that...
Post by: mastahcheese on July 12, 2014, 08:59:23 am
Also i punched a guy for touching my glasses.
Post by: nomoetoe on July 12, 2014, 10:33:29 am
I was in some dark metal room, I grabbed some land mines and tried to sneak along the path, I eventually got to a nice looking room.
I was turned around and a big guy in armor lunged a massive sword at me, I quickly dodged and the guy freaked out and chase music from amnesia started playing.
I start running and closing the doors behind me but the guy kind of phases through them (a bit slowly) after going through a few doors the guy breaks up into 2 shadow skeletons and they chase me. I keep running and shadow skeletons try to get in my way and some larger shadow skulls as well, a few of them yell "vis a naktu a die!" I push my way past them and I decided to quit the game. I then woke up
Post by: miauw62 on July 12, 2014, 10:35:03 am
ok
Post by: Spehss _ on July 12, 2014, 10:52:59 am
Post by: Itnetlolor on July 12, 2014, 10:59:46 am
Of course, as I was checking the rooms, I kept talking to myself, keeping tabs of any patterns and such; and in one of the passes (100+ rooms already checked out by this point), I basically saw another dark room, and said to myself "Yep, another black room.", and I hear out of the blue, I assume from the room itself, in Tracy Morgan's voice "Hey, that's racist!". Caught me so off-guard, I busted out laughing for a good few minutes in the dream. I continued onward for a good while longer, and then eventually woke up.
Of all the rooms I explored, that one still sticks to mind, just by how it was delivered. So absurd, and random; but no less funny.
Post by: Yoink on July 13, 2014, 04:04:00 am
I usually don't have dreams worth remembering (little more than me being in a dark place surrounded by shadow figures and an intense feeling of fear and sadness), but I had an interesting one few days ago.
It involved my older brother as a member of a metal band on a tour and my twin brother + myself as members of the band's supporting crew. We arrived to a large city several days before the concert was to happen, as this was supposed to be the most important show of the tour and we planned something super special, which needed time to prepare. I remember checking in at the hotel and working on the stage. Everything was going smoothly until the second day my older brother disappeared. We searched for him in the obvious places (his hotel room, pubs near the hotel, etc.), but found no trace of him. After some time the rest of the band somehow came to a conclusion that it was the fault of my twin brother and myself, after which they drove us from the hotel with no money, no phones or IDs of any sort.
We decided the best thing we could do was to find our brother ASAP so all this mess can be sorted out. Several days later we encountered a group of hobos who said they might know what happened to him. They led us under a large bridge in a less populated part of the city, where they explained it was a trap and that they were paid to stop us searching for our brother. We beat them up and managed to convince one of them to tell us what he knew. He said we should go to an old junkyard not far from there to find our answers. The junkyard was huge, with mountains of rusting cars, electronics and an occasional plane. It also contained a small building made of corrugated steel with one door and one tiny window. We broke inside, into an empty room. After a while we discovered a hidden switch opening an entrance to an underground complex with very tight security. Thanks to dream logic, we knew exactly where to go. When we get there (Mission: Impossible style, if it was performed by two clumsy almost-hobos) we find a 5x3 meters all-white room with many small scientific instruments and computers along the walls and a strange device occupying most of the room in the center. I looked through a small glass-like window into the device, where I saw something I recognized as belonging to my older brother (no idea what it was). For a while we looked for a way to open the device, but to no avail. So we did the logical thing and broke it to pieces and took the thing. That activated an alarm and the place started blowing up, so we jumped out of a window on the wall opposite to the door (the window was fake, we were still underground at this point). Somehow we appeared on the surface, having jumped out of the tiny window of the corrugated steel building. I jumped back in, grabbed a piece from the device's window, decided to use it instead of a shoe I somehow lost (despite it being just a small flat glass-like shard) and jumped out again.
We headed away from the city, talking about what happened. As we were approaching a forest, we swore to find those responsible, make them pay for what they have done, get our answers and if possible save our brother. After that, I distinctively remember saying: "Winter is coming, it will be cold soon. I should grow a beard so I can make a coat for myself."
One time skip later, we returned to the city as a (in)famous duo of hobos traveling the land, helping people and fighting crime, while being dressed only in clothes made of our own hair and making snarky remarks.
Then I woke up.
That's a pretty awesome dream, I gotta say.
Anyway, I can't remember much of today's dream, but it was set in some small town/village being fought over by two factions of orcs.
I believe it might have been based on/inspired by the Lakeside map in The Last of Us multiplayer, but some parts were different.
Things were pretty evenly matched in the conflict, but then the enemy side had this big half-troll join them (an olog-hai or whatever) and as well as being huge and violent, this guy was really smart, too. (I think it may have been a videogame, and the person playing the olog really knew their shit, all the game's exploits and code and stuff.)
Don't remember much of what went on after that, but at one point I was trapped in this really old, crumbling wooden church-like building at the top of the village, which was falling apart from water damage, with the olog. For whatever reason he didn't kill me, (I was a fairly small orc, by the way, more like a goblin if I remember right) and instead I had to help him out with various things/chores while he was using the building as a vantage point over the town.
Eventually an orc from my side came into the building, not knowing about the olog being there and thinking I was alone.
The olog charged at him and I ran, fleeing out the door in terror only to suddenly discover a spine and turn around, despite being a wussy goblin, to help my friend. He was doing his best to dodge the troll's attacks, but I didn't expect him to last long.
I picked up some small finchbar, and despite being at an awkward angle I threw it back through the rotted hole in the wall I'd ran out of.
It hit the olog in the lower back, not doing much damage but distracting him long enough that my comrade had time to flee, while the troll hurled some metal bar at me which I managed to duck. After that we ran back to re-join with the rest of our team, and there was a skirmish in the snow between a bunch of buildings at the bottom of town. Then I woke up.
Oddly enough, at some point when my goblin self was in the church-type building, I remember discussing its beautiful architecture with someone, and what a shame it was for such an amazing building to be in such poor condition. If it was the troll I was talking to, well, that'd just make it even more weird and amusing. :P
It may have partly fallen down later on. Pretty sure the reason the troll needed me at all was because he couldn't really go up into the upper floors (well, second storey) because the wood was so rotten, whilst I was just a light, nimble goblin.
Post by: MaximumZero on July 13, 2014, 08:48:11 pm
So, I ran up to the dragon at ludicrous speed and punched it's skull in. Of course, I then went about absorbing his soul.
The executioner looks around and asks, "So, do I go back to executing you now, or what?" I took the goat out of the dragon by the leg and impaled it clean through the guard's torso. Then I woke up. I'm starting to think something's wrong with my brain.
Post by: TD1 on July 13, 2014, 08:55:48 pm
DF meets Skyrim.
Post by: Orange Wizard on July 13, 2014, 08:57:41 pm
I'm starting to think something's wrong with my brain.That was actually the most glorious thing I have ever read.
...
I dreamed I was on a zeppelin that was (somehow) controlled by a DF interface, and nobody knew how it worked. The inevitable happened: the ship crashed and burned. Next I was at home trying to repair a broken window with superglue, because apparently some kind of evil giant bobcat thing was attacking the house and would climb in if the window was not repaired.
Post by: pisskop on July 14, 2014, 10:09:12 am
-First, I have 'movie' style dreams, where there is a plot, and it usually (mostly) makes sense when I wake.
-I usually feature the same places in my dreams, whether or not they are from the same perspective, or even a new section or part previously unseen.
So:
I was in a grocery store I distinctly remember for having lots of meat and very distinct sections I remember last time I was here I stole something (I forgot what, and in the dream I skipped that detail) and now I wanted to find who did it. So I went into the back room, where there was a warehouse like setting. To the right was a private enclosure and going straight were swinging doors with portholes in them. To their right and winding back to me was a staircase to a basement. I investigate into the area to my right. Inside there is a billboard and on it is a bunch of photos and names. Apparently somebody was keeping tabs on those names, because there was also a list of things they did, including theft, assault, and murder.
Cue the swinging doors to open. Out come two guys with black faces (literally just holes for faces) and huge muscles, wielding a bat and knife. They say a few words, ask me to make my peace with god, and the one with the knife jabs it into my head. I next rememebr coming back as a ghost, and looking around. Nobody was there, except an older, balding italian man with a jumpsuit on. I asked him what happened and he explains I was dead by the people from the billboard, which was in front of us. He recommends that I get used to this new existence, because he hadn't found a way to move on yet; why should I?
I snark at him a bit, promise to find a way, and suddenly I'm in the attic of the movie Beetlejuice, where the model town was. Except the model was a dollhouse. As I approach the dollhouse something moves on it. Little men with beards (yes) come out and chop down all the trees, and go back inside. Then, raptors come. Little men with beards and axes come out and attack them, drag their wounded back inside, and go outside to play. Then a 'claymation' T-Rex comes by., they dwarves drop their toys, throw their hands up, and run inside. The T-Rex tries to catch them, but no luck. He rams the house, no luck, then, he rams the door and sticks his head inside. The dwarves are inside of a hatch, and almost ready to close it. The T-Rex forces his head inside and grabs a few, throwing them out of the windows with his mouth. Climbing over the house, he gets to the backyard to devour them.
Then I awoke.
Post by: Yoink on July 15, 2014, 04:25:42 am
Well, the dream(s?) I had earlier (after deciding to aggressively nap since today was just too much of a hopeless failure to be bothered with) involved gunfights, pizza, a hot black-clad bodyguard based on a girl I used to know, determined, highly-trained assassins, pizza, myself as an older british(?) woman, near-death experiences, hopeless unrequited love, action, confusing flashbacks, and a chase scene through a forest in which some bystander's head was messily crushed by the rear tire of a 'hog' motorcycle after he dived out of the way.
Well then. It's nice to know that when the shittiness of the real world gets too much to bear, I can just nap it all away and take refuge in the awesomeness of the dream world. :)) inb4 I develop an addiction to sleeping pills as a way to escape my problems...
I just wish I could remember more of the details. I think I've been awake for a bit too long since I had the dream, sadly.
Spoiler: More details of the dream, for anyone who cares. (click to show/hide)
Post by: BlackFlyme on July 15, 2014, 06:22:22 am
It was just static, with my voice echoing back at me louder and louder until I hung up.
Post by: Steelmagic on July 15, 2014, 08:53:51 am
Also there was another dream where I played a MOBA where you could have multiple characters. Being the strategy master I am, I just got the max and swarmed everyone.
Post by: jetex1911 on July 15, 2014, 09:43:51 am
One involved me moving into my first apartment, but I remember it had something to do with tv shows from the 90's, and something I was hoping to discover in the attic.
Another was me accidentally pissing off the Winter Court of Faerie, and being terrified to enter a hedge maze with friends because of it. (Who knows where they will be hiding?) I know I ended up discussing my dilemma with a faerie that was unaligned with either side.
Lastly, of the ones I remember the least of at least, involved Mega Man X and other characters from that series accidentally ending up killing a unicorn. (I don't remember eating anything weird...)
Now that the small dreams are out of the way...
My first big dream of the two had to do with a dystopia set inside America. The United States government apparently didn't care about it's people anymore, and took power, with the help of a Department of Time Control. Somehow they captured Superman and sealed him inside some sort of stasis. In order to keep up the facade of him being free, they made a wooden cutout of him as Clark Kent and animated it using some animatronics to make it seem like he was making a few rounds around the city. (except it was attached to a rail system. How no one noticed was probably Dream Logic.) Inside a building, some people were having a pizza party, and one person began discussing this weird machine inside the place they were eating in. Just as he started to talk about turning it off, time froze and some people in dark suits appeared to take notes, and rewind things to before him talking about dismantling the machine. They talk about something else this time, but one of them accidentally spills a drink onto the machine, and suddenly Superman appears! He has a pizza, and later on after getting himself a silver and golden suit with an eagle instead of an S, begins to fight for the people. Also, something about spying with satellites and weather balloons appears in the dream.
My second big dream involved me and a few friends of mine inside a bus headed someplace in Canada. We were in wheelchairs for some reason, but after scooting off the bus and traveling a few blocks to a restaurant, we all stood up fine. When we entered, an employee asked me what I wanted out of their menu. I saw something that read "American", and being the curious person I was I ordered it. I ended up being given a Kit-Kat. (O.O) As I was eating, the employees, customers, and even my friends were talking about how great Canada was, how awesome their health-care was, how cool the Mounties were, just on and on about how perfect Canada was.
I think I want to go to Canada and my mind is trying to convince me.
Post by: nomoetoe on July 15, 2014, 03:24:13 pm
It started out pretty normal going on a trip, except I was with my dad which is weird then eventually after weird driving and jumping over railing to get on the highway we ended up in some weird restaurant. we didn't really eat anything and we just sat on this weird cardboard bed my dad decided to kiss some random woman going by and my mom just stood there like nothing happened.
later I was in a forest and stuff I had the ability to undo what I had done before (that would be nice irl) and I did some stuff.
Then I joined some evil organization ruled by a witch, me and some other guys were taking a shower (in separate showers) and two girls came over and looked down in the shower I was in and talked to each other wondering whether or not I was a pervert. A little later I was going to get some weird metal thing infused to me and it would be protective shell for my head.. before I was able to get it installed on me I woke up.
Post by: Redzephyr01 on July 15, 2014, 03:31:05 pm
Post by: jetex1911 on July 15, 2014, 04:33:42 pm
I dreamed that a giant, fire-breathing squid and an army of zombie pirates were attacking the city I live in. Spock was there too for some reason, and he gave me a sword made of cheese, and told me to go fight the zombie pirates. Whenever I hit one of the pirates with the cheese sword, they would just vanish. After I killed the pirates, I had a Shadow of the Colossus style battle with the squid. It threw me at a building with one of its tentacles, and right before I hit the building, I woke up.
I believe Sheogorath visited you.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on July 15, 2014, 05:59:16 pm
the war was over the difference between Red and Violet.
Post by: nomoetoe on July 15, 2014, 06:00:43 pm
I had a dream about a war that used Cannons(old style cannons) that fired Rainbow Laser Chainsaw Butterflies riding Train-like cats.
the war was over the difference between Red and Violet.
what. ._. I think it is time for you to merge with me so that we make become the perfect being
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on July 15, 2014, 06:07:03 pm
I had a dream about a war that used Cannons(old style cannons) that fired Rainbow Laser Chainsaw Butterflies riding Train-like cats.
the war was over the difference between Red and Violet.
what. ._. I think it is time for you to merge with me so that we make become the perfect being
A few years ago i had a dream where i went skeet shooting with some old HS buddies. We were skeet shooting cans of Pregnant Mayonnaise that when shot, the can split off and the Mayo would go "oooooh" in reply.
It gets weirder still as:
---a) I don't skeet shoot
---B) I don't like my Grad class membs.
Seriously my mind is that messed at night!
Post by: Itnetlolor on July 15, 2014, 07:08:46 pm
Anyway, it apparently took place in a location sorta as an expy of my college; similar in build, different place overall, but essentially the same feel (A procedural generation of the same places). Anyway, I think I was in Hell or something, because I was in a situation that would amount to a psychological nightmare. EVERYBODY hates me, to the point that laws were made against my existence and so forth; even to the point of considering me nonexistent. I mean, it was seemingly real life, with a bullied past distortion, frappe'd and turned up to 11; well-blended and potent while at it.
Anyhow, the dream world Hell, as far as I was able to conclude researching it with my reheaded companion, happened to have left a loophole in it, or an oversight that made this Hell into a veritable Heaven. They said nothing about co-mingling with others deemed nonexistent. Knowing the kind of people me and this cute girl are (super-smart, and despite her angelic looks, sinister as fuck. She wanted her fun too. It was clear.); we exploited the hell out of it, and the environment already locked us in for a full 4-hour long class about... something utterly pointless, like Pop-Culture Politics or some BS (The Kardashian Royal Bloodline was an actual slide, complete with British Royalty treatment.).
Anyhow, we went nuts with everything we figured out, understood, and even found a mysterious booklet containing all the laws made against us. Essentially, we took the time to research everything before we pulled pranks, rigged setups, had desk fort battles during the class (staple guns hurt), and [REDACTED]. Basically, in a universe that absolutely hates your guts with no cause, and with extreme prejudice, but is prevented from causing harm to you (or even taking notice), or otherwise your existence would be acknowledged, or somesuch; making everyone over there feel as uncomfortable as possible, while being the personification of the term happy, is utterly satisfying. If I was in Hell, then I think I got hired to be a tormenter. Hell, thanks for one of the funnest jobs ever. Payback's a bitch, ain't it, people.
Post by: 99Hedgehog on July 15, 2014, 07:36:16 pm
Post by: Tawa on July 15, 2014, 07:40:34 pm
I had a dream about a war that used Cannons(old style cannons) that fired Rainbow Laser Chainsaw Butterflies riding Train-like cats.It might be good for you to stay away from the following:
the war was over the difference between Red and Violet.
-Science fiction
-Slasher movies
-Poetry
-The internet this sums up everything
Post by: NAV on July 15, 2014, 10:40:05 pm
Post by: Baffler on July 16, 2014, 12:22:14 am
So, I was in charge of the kitchens at a fairly upscale hotel. I was telling some people in the kitchen about how a guest had complained about his steak being medium well when he wanted medium or some other silly thing when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, and there was a guy, who I knew was the same guest. He was very badly burned all over, and rasped something at me before punching me out. I woke up on the floor with all of the lights dimmed or completely put out. I stood up and looked around, nobody in sight. I was thoroughly terrified by now, and grabbed the last knife from a wooden block before going out of the kitchen.
The door I'd gone through led into a dining room, and I was greeted by the sight of this guy (http://outlast.wikia.com/wiki/Chris_Walker) standing on the side of the room. I made a frantic dash across the dining room with him just behind me, but he didn't follow me out of the room for some reason. I knew I needed to get out, so I ran through the hallway toward the reception area, with the walls and scenery getting more and more damaged and dirty as I got farther along. When I turned a corner, I saw a bigger crowd of people, mostly kitchen staff, running out in the same direction. The guy in the front of that crowd made it to the door to the reception area, and held it open when everyone else went through. I was at the back, and about to go through when the bastard shut the door on me. It was the burned guy from the beginning. Right before he closed the door, I could see the open doors to the courtyard, with armored SWAT troopers piling out of vans. I briefly wondered why he'd bothered, then someone grabbed me from behind.
It was Chris. But then I remembered, I still had the knife. I tried to stab him, but he grabbed my arm and crushed it. It truly hurt like hell. He picked me up, said something unintelligible, and threw me into the door. I hit it hard, and slumped to the floor, every inch of me hurting like hell now. He walked over calmly, picked me up by the throat, and punched me in the face. I woke up right before he made contact.
Post by: Seamas on July 16, 2014, 02:17:01 am
I was flying a magnificent nimble biplane in wartime over a European-esque countryside of hedgerows and small farms. I was chasing down a German officer who was riding a period motorcycle down a straight highway, clenching a comically huge meerschaum pipe in his teeth. He was in every way a caricature. The flying was vivid and exhilarating. Eventually he disappeared into a town, into the maze of streets, and while circling above looking for him, I lost control of my plane and went crashing down through a factory roof. Torn up by the wreckage of metal and glass, I somehow survived bleeding out on the floor of the factory. My adversary pulled up on his motorcycle and offered me a hand up.
Later I dreamt that I was sitting with my old dog Lulu, long since dead. I discovered that she could speak and understand English. She had always just kept it a secret, as not to complicate our relationship. We had a good talk.
Post by: Mesa on July 17, 2014, 12:16:46 am
So the first part of the dream was me wandering around some large city (judging by the buildings it must have been Katowice (though they were much more modern than what I remember where my grandparents live) with my now-late dad, and I guess we were going to some restaurant of some description. I think there was some slight parkour at the end, too. Can't really remember that part all that much.
The second part looked a lot like a BBC show, and it was me with my classmates (well 2 of them at any rate, the rest of the people weren't really memorable) sitting at a round table playing some sort of card game (also the presenter might have been my English teacher...Not sure.) where each turn, the presenter would choose one card from the deck of what seemed like 100 cards (it was a lot of cards) and the players would pass on the deck drawing ~5 cards each and whoever would hold the chosen card at the end of the turn would win. Or something to that effect.
(Of course that is more of a luck game than anything else, but whatever, it was pretty cool for what was basically just my mind going batshit over the night.)
The third part was basically me with three other people participating in the Polish edition of Fifteen to One (called Ten to One here rather, since there's 10 contestants) and much to my surprise I won. It wouldn't be so silly if not for the fact I was at home, laying in bed. (though everything was much brighter than it really is here) After claiming my prize (which was basically a cheap bag containing trainers and something else, smh) I then went to our dining room and packed it into my backpack which I think I also had in the first part of that dream, even though if my memory serves me right I woke up between the 2nd and 3rd parts...Or I could be speaking complete BS right now.
Anyway, I may try to salvage the 2nd part and make it into some simple game, though it's not really fit for the forums that well... :V
Post by: itisnotlogical on July 17, 2014, 03:49:52 am
After that, I went home and Mom had bought a ton of McDonald's for dinner. It was all on my bed for some reason. No matter how much I ate, I didn't get any less hungry and I went to bed starving.
When I woke up on the next day (still dreaming), I went to work. But instead of working at our restaurant, everybody went to Florence to... eat more goddamn McDonald's.
I think working at that place has done something strange and irreversible to my mind.
Post by: Tawa on July 17, 2014, 12:16:51 pm
Also, I saw this guy I know in a part of Tokyo where a bunch of people were making a wall because they were quarantining somebody.
Wut.
Post by: SnugglePie on July 17, 2014, 04:17:48 pm
Eventually, a train with the gold on board stopped at a railway station in a small town or a village. I think our leader commanded units that secured the area around the town to prevent reinforcements from arriving. I was tasked with stealing the gold. I sent out a small group to fake an attack on the railway further down the train's path. Then I personally lead a group that was supposed to take the gold, load it on trucks and leave as quickly as possible.
We got to the station without encountering any resistance. We got out of our trucks when another mercenary band arrived. They outnumbered us and quickly surrounded us. Their leader was a huge guy that looked just like Voteman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjbBSLZlpsQ). He was about 2.5 meters tall and just as wide. I talked to him for a while. We got into a fistfight and were soon joined by our subordinates. Then I woke up.
Today I had a dream I was at the place I work in summer. It's a factory that makes car logos out of thin aluminum plates. Everyone was giving me a "WTF are you doing?" look as I kept walking around the place and doing something with various machines. I think I was trying to build a spaceship or some parts for it.
Post by: Graknorke on July 18, 2014, 11:16:32 am
Brain that is not what you're supposed to be imagining about it's meant to be things that either can't happen or aren't emotionally crippling come on.
Post by: Orange Wizard on July 19, 2014, 01:04:56 am
Dream that I got blind drunk and accidentally made a pragnent.wat
Post by: Yoink on July 19, 2014, 02:02:19 am
The setting was some sort of medieval fantasy mixed with the modern world, not that I can remember many details.
Earlier on in the dream, I vaguely remember some sort of shootout. That's basically all I remember about it... me running along, diving over a car (or some other obstacle) to gun down a couple of surprised people with my dual handguns, all very videogame-y.
Later in the dream, I received a
Things got rather more Bethesda RPG-like for the rest of the dream. I can't remember much about my quest or its objectives, except for one part I had to go into this walled city of catfolk, to talk to one of their higher-ups about matters of state, or give them a message or something.
The catpeople turned out to be pretty up-themselves, and the black-armoured gate guard was reluctant to let me in despite the importance of my mission. Eventually he gave me some sort of writ to let me in, with the rule that once I'd done my business and left, I would not be allowed into the city again.
So I went in, tracked down the lordly types I was sent to talk to in some gloomy, torch-lit room and gave them the message.
Can't remember their reactions or much of anything else, but I wandered back out into the city's main square, with another part of my quest complete, and decided that if I wasn't going to be allowed back in here ever again I might as well take my time sight-seeing. :P
The city was pretty interesting; all built out of reddish-orange stone and with buildings packed atop buildings.
I can't remember much more than that about the architecture, but it seemed almost more like a sprawling, oversized castle than a city. Lots of high walkways against huge walls, that sort of thing, all most certainly medieval in appearance.
I wandered through an archway off the square and found myself on a small street with some stalls set into/against one wall.
One shopkeeper I saw was actually human, the first non-catperson I'd seen in the city, but I didn't ask his story, I just bought a small loaf of bread (or maybe a cupcake?) from him. I think I might have bought it by mistake, but I'm not sure.
The next stall I went to was (wo)manned by a female catperson, and seemed to be selling various city-related memorabilia. I'm not sure whether it was intended just for patriotic citizens since there was no tourism allowed, or if I'd just had bad luck with the guards, but either way I bought a trucker hat.
It was basically just a black trucker hat with a curved white shape on the front, but apparently that symbol had some significance to the catpeople? Whatever, I've wanted a trucker hat for a while and apparently dream-me was aware of that. Also I had three dollars in coins left as change from my last purchase, and the hat cost $3- which seemed insanely cheap to me so I guess it was a good deal.
Then I ended up wandering into the residential area. This still being seemingly inspired by your average free-roaming RPG, I had no qualms about wandering on in. I was sightseeing, damnit!
So I went about, doing the ancient RPG tradition of wandering into houses and doors at random to see what I could find.
Eventually I went into one door on this long raised stone walkway of similar doors, and I found myself in this dark, poorly-lit apartment with a group of orcs sitting down to eat their evening meal. So I went up and had a chat with them, and found them to be far nicer and more agreeable than the uptight catpeople running the city.
There were four of them, two youngish adult females who were rather more slender/human-looking than the usual fantasy orcs, and a hulking, gruff male who was not. Then I think there was either a little child or a really old, small orc sitting at one end of the table, but I can't remember its gender.
Can't remember much of what we spoke about, except that their "tribe"(?) or group was called "The Incendiary Water", and they were celebrating because one of them (I think it might have been the older female?) had won a fistfight against some fighter/warrior the cat people held in high regard, knocking them on their arse and giving them a good beating, which would be quite humiliating with how dignified the catpeople were.
The younger of the two, when I spoke to her, at one point described just what they were eating- I can't remember what the meal was called, but apparently they would save up most of the food they came by, letting it spoil and go stale, until they had a special occasion- at which point they would just chuck it all in a pot and stew it indiscriminately. I think they may have then baked the results into a pastry crust, not sure.
I got the feeling it was more a matter of tradition than necessity that inspired them to cook something so nasty (to outsiders and non-orcs, anyway), since to be living in the cat-people city with fairly comfortable quarters these orcs had to be doing pretty well for themselves.
Then, once she'd finished excitedly describing the food and whatever else, she'd completely forgotten what she'd been doing beforehand and I had to remind her, at which point she tucked back into her food to the amusement of the others.
Can't remember that much more of our conversations, except that after that I made to leave, since I still had more of the city to explore, but the older woman-orc made a show of being offended that I hadn't stayed to listen to her story after talking to the other three, and as she mock-cried I hurriedly sat back down, patted her on the hand and assured her that I would.
Amidst more orcish laughter she started with her story, from some time ago when they'd been caught out in a storm, and had to stay in some sort of public bunkhouse in the city, she and the other female snuggled together sharing a bunk. My character was becoming progressively more squicked-out as she described her *ahem* 'needs' and how she was scouting the bunkhouse for some big, strong warrior-type man, but fortunately I woke up before she could get further in the story.
Well, not really fortunately, since the dream was awesome. :-\
Okay, finally got all that written out. I've forgotten a lot, sadly, that dream was pretty dang cool.
I wrote out the scene with the orcs first when I woke up, since it was freshest in my mind and I actually remembered some of the dialogue. That was really interesting, they seemed to be 'similar-yet-different' to your average fantasy orcs and orcish culture.
They did some gross stuff and were very unashamed and brash, but they were friendly and overall pretty cool. :)
I wish I could have dreams like this more often, and of course remember them better.
Post by: mastahcheese on July 19, 2014, 11:31:33 am
:/
Post by: Yoink on July 19, 2014, 01:10:18 pm
Not sure what I needed it for, but somehow my dream self was being a dumb-head and had forgotten his first name. I typed a few different names into google with the surname 'Morrison' and eventually ended up on some website about the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Somehow, from there the dream shifted to a gameshow based on the RRHF. It was hosted by Jack Black, and was incredibly bizarre. He was standing at some sort of lectern-thing before a small studio audience, and after a bunch of talking that I cannot remember, eventually called out an audience member to be a contestant.
The guy was pretty fat and had a receding hairline, but he seemed like a nice guy with a sense of humour.
The first challenge involved some sort of trivia, I believe, and he passed it with ease.
Then he had to go through some door into another room off the main one, presumably to retrieve something/reach an objective. As he waddled off, Jack Black said into some sort of radio in a stage whisper, "Send out the security guard, but dressed in high heels and drag!" or something along those lines.
Here the camera angle shifted so that it sort of showed the audience and JB in the main room, as well as the room on the other side of the door. Sure enough, as the contestant walked in, coming from a corridor leading somewhere behind the stage was this 'security guard', dressed in a wig, short skirt, high heels and a lot of makeup- it was actually some sort of animatronic balloon, but it was well-made enough that it approached the guy and started trying to knock him over.
The guy seemed to stand no chance against the balloon-guard, scrambling away from it on the floor.
At this point Jack Black revealed a rule/'mechanic' of the show where the contestant could go back to the start of the stage and reach through this small, rectangular hole just above ground level, and point at a random audience member to help them.
So the guy did, and happened to point at this pudgy, over-eager kid with a crazy mop of frizzy red hair.
The kid excitedly ran down through the door and tackled the balloon-creature from behind, grabbing it around the middle while the first contestant stomped/jumped on it repeatedly until it popped, resulting in a very loud bang and a shout of surprise from the guy holding it.
Then they moved on, and my memory gets a bit hazy, but I know either the next stage or the one after it involved some platforms in this weird purple room, where they were being attacked by more balloons, and they ended up calling in another audience member to help- who happened to be me.
I managed to save the day with some new strategy against the balloons, as well as a wooden splinter I found on the floor. I believe we ended up just standing still whilst the balloons (normal balloon-shape this time) ran towards us and hit the splinter.
Later on I think the dream morphed into a mashup of the gameshow and Crash Bash, the PS1 party game.
It was fun, whatever happened. That's all I can remember.
Post by: BlitzDungeoneer on July 19, 2014, 01:26:10 pm
I was playing a game on my phone, which looked like one of those Blackberry phones, and the game looked like one of those made in RPG Maker, but at the same time I was the character, despite looking from a topdown perspective. It was one of those horror games, like Misao, except pink was everywhere and I didn't see anything horrory. So there I was, walking and interacting with random objects in a house in which everything was pink when I walked into a rather... disturbing scene.
Namely, a threesome.
And then the dream ended.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 19, 2014, 08:15:28 pm
Mine was... strange.You inspect the lamp.
I was playing a game on my phone, which looked like one of those Blackberry phones, and the game looked like one of those made in RPG Maker, but at the same time I was the character, despite looking from a topdown perspective. It was one of those horror games, like Misao, except pink was everywhere and I didn't see anything horrory. So there I was, walking and interacting with random objects in a house in which everything was pink when I walked into a rather... disturbing scene.
Namely, a threesome.
And then the dream ended.
This is a pink lamp.
You inspect the wall.
The walls are pink.
You open the door.
Inside the room is a threesome.
Continue playing?
y/n
n
Game over, thank you for playing LSD simulator 2014
Post by: SnugglePie on July 20, 2014, 06:52:42 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: nomoetoe on July 20, 2014, 11:58:38 am
Towards the end of my dream I was in a store with a guy I know, we grabbed some kool-aid packs and some gum and went over to buy it, I was floating at this point and I asked the lady working there "Am I floating or am I just crazy" she told me that I was not floating and that I was crazy.
at this point the guy turned into my cousin and I asked him for some silly puddy, he pulled some gum out of his mouth and handed it to me, I told him that this wouldn't work.
I was now a woman and I said "I don't got time for this" someone threw a dodge ball at me and I dodged it.
at this point I turned into an emu jumped into the air grabbed 2 dodge balls thrown at me out of the air and threw them back, and I won the game. I woke up.
Also my sleep disorder has gotten worse, I've gone from thumbnail sized spider to hand sized black crawling mass of death. :o
Post by: SaberToothTiger on July 20, 2014, 04:06:23 pm
I'm walking on a long street with my friends and/or family members, slowly strolling towards the safe-house, my house. It is placed around the middle of the road. We are halfway to my house, around 500 meters, when suddenly behind us some zombies, rabid dogs and other nasties show up. I am starting to become worried, encouraging our group of three to move quicker, but we still casually walk towards our destination. Suddenly, at the other end of the street another group of running enemies show up, sprinting towards us. Then my companions say to run, quickly running through the gate in the fence surrounding the safehouse, but I can't keep up, and they do not stop or even slow down for me. In fact, they manage to get to the building and lock the door, even though I am too far to hear it, I know it. When I get to the gate, either I'm too late and the things I'm running away from catch up to me, or I do get through the gate, but the horde stops me from closing it, and drags me back. Of course, then I wake up. That's the worst part: not knowing what happens afterwards. If I at the very least knew that I died in that dream, it would make it bearable, but the last thing I see is the "betrayal" of people I trust.
Post by: MaximumZero on July 20, 2014, 09:00:42 pm
Post by: mastahcheese on July 21, 2014, 02:07:49 pm
Should have done it sooner, dang it.
Post by: hops on July 22, 2014, 10:22:19 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on July 23, 2014, 03:10:02 pm
I was now in my home with some crazy woman from an anime, she killed a helicopter pilot and for short amount of time we blew up stuff, but we decided it was time to retreat when a jeep with treads went speeding on by.
It was night and I was going to go to wall mart with some woman so I grabbed another woman and we decided to run over to wall mart, I eventually dropped the woman I was carrying and she ran off. We went inside and looked around but someone made me mad, so I start yelling and forcefully waving my hands up and down, a large circle of ice formed and every time I swung my arms down it grew higher and wider, I then finished whatever I was yelling about and a gigantic ice serpent rose out of the circle and begun destroying the store.
strangely, the town I was in is now gone and all the is left is wall mart and the road. The woman had grown worried and asked if the ice serpent would come after me, I told her that I couldn't die so there was nothing to worry about. The ice serpent then came after me and I raised my hand to it and it shrunk down and rested on my shoulder, it had become very hungry in its attack so me and woman decided to find it some food.
I turned around and we were in a building walking up stairs, I decided to feed my hand to the ice serpent and after it bit my hand off my hand quickly grew back, I showed the woman this she seemed to be amazed and disgusted.
I was now in a field or something and I was Richard from LFG, my robe clothes thingy didn't seem to fit quite right, sadly my powers didn't seem to work, me and the people I was traveling with eventually ended up in my driveway, a woman was trying to kill us and after a short fight she offered to be my ally and for us to kill thousands of innocents together, I thought about it for a moment but decided to stay with my group, I did however give her my card in case she wanted to call me.
Shortly after this I woke up.
Post by: Molly Renata on July 24, 2014, 08:57:58 am
Also I caught a shiny Wurmple and was like "I don't even care what it evolves into because it'll look cool either way" (which is way more accurate to my actual opinion).
I think I need to take a forced break from this game.
Post by: IronTomato on July 24, 2014, 01:25:40 pm
I dreamed that someone posted a topic on DF Gameplay asking for help because his fortress came to life. He posted a screenshot which looks like Minecraft with a giant golem made out of stone with lava pouring out from one of its eyes.That sounds like the beginning of a creepypasta. Was it hyper-realistic lava?
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on July 24, 2014, 01:43:20 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 24, 2014, 06:48:54 pm
I guess you just don't go to sleep listening to lowercase music. Then Gandhi appeared in front of the podium to begin talking about exactly the same things until the dream ended. I presume dream Romney and dream Gandhi were both killed by the dream nuclear explosion. Strange.
Post by: Steelmagic on July 24, 2014, 06:52:44 pm
Post by: Yoink on July 24, 2014, 07:11:15 pm
I wasn't very good at it, but oh well. I'm pretty sure dream-me was having fun.
Spoiler: Dream spoilered for creepiness (click to show/hide)
And then I shuddered, closed the video, and woke up.
Actually I'm pretty sure I chose some sort of "End dream" option on the video player, which was amusing. :P
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 24, 2014, 07:13:18 pm
Earlier part of my dream was innocent enough, I was playing some souped-up dream version of Battlefield.
I wasn't very good at it, but oh well. I'm pretty sure dream-me was having fun.Spoiler: Dream spoilered for creepiness (click to show/hide)
And then I shuddered, closed the video, and woke up.
Actually I'm pretty sure I chose some sort of "End dream" option on the video player, which was amusing. :P
Brb selling story idea to the south koreans
Post by: Spehss _ on July 25, 2014, 09:44:03 am
There was one weird bit where there was this pink haired anime girl named Salt. Yeah. Salt. I dunno. It was weird, man.
Post by: Tawa on July 25, 2014, 11:54:24 am
Post by: Arx on July 25, 2014, 02:01:57 pm
There were tons of details but I can't be bothered to write them all out.
Post by: Steelmagic on July 25, 2014, 02:06:24 pm
Post by: Arcvasti on July 25, 2014, 02:36:57 pm
"Sorry about your dead cat."
"I don't own a cat."
"But you said that... ** Slinks away**"
Post by: tuypo1 on July 25, 2014, 09:19:00 pm
Post by: Dyrxaend on July 25, 2014, 10:03:32 pm
I found a djinn, y'know, the things that give you three wishes. That thing. Anyways, so I recall I made a complicated five page essay of my wish with a bunch of legal-looking text with extreme detail with alot of things like 'This, except in the case of x y w etc. etc.' so that I would get the wishes jsut right. Basically, the wishes came down to three things: Fyrst, this machine I came up with called a Reality Drive (wyll get back to that later) would be created along with its entire fleet of supporting ships, space stations, transports, fighters, workers, soldiers, operatives, etc. all under my control. Second, my friends would not only believe me that there was a giant space station, but come up there wyth me. And thyrd, I would get all of hte skills required to either use or make any weapon, including magyc as a weapon. Or armor.
Soo, for the purpose of shortening it for a byt, I wyll just skip to whyn I got on the transport that had been sent planetside to pick me up. So there were seven fighter jets chasyng us, shooting missiles and shyt, so I took out a bow (dont know where I got it from) and then shot them all down (thynk hawkeye in the avengers) Anyways, we eventually got up to the station. I remember walking off the shuttle the same exact way darth sidious did in star wars, when he got on the death star, walking off hte ramp of his shuttle and stuff. It was exactly like that. Anyways...
I distinctly recall that the first thing I said was 'I hereby order a guide to take me to the Chamber of Rebirth!'
Now, I know what thys is but for the readers benefyt.... The Chamber of Rebirth is a machine which takes a persons body, extracts their mind ((As in, the electronic signals in their brain)) and then recycles their body. It then designs a new body for them based on their minds, and re-inputs their minds into the body.
So anyways, I undressed to go into the chamber of rebirth as it didnt work on inorganic material, and stepped into the device, and I recall it shutting on me and a metal tentacle attaching itself to the back of my neck, and a feelinf of intense pain as it crawled up to my brain. Anyways, the next part was really wyrd. I dont even know how to describe it... I had no sight, feeling, smell, anything. I was just pure thought. And it was lyke that for half an hour. For half an hour, I had no senses at all.
Yeah. That was kinda creepy.
Anyways, the next thyng I knew I was collapsing onto the floor and I was really awkward because all of my body's dimensions were wyrd and I wasnt used to them. I stood up slowly and looked into a myrror... And... Wyll I wyll just describe how I looked. I dont know why, but thys kinda thing happens in alot of my dreams.
I had one yellow eye and one green eye (in real lyfe I have two brown ones. and brown hair.), and jet black hair. My skyn was kynda... er, kinda... Pale, enough to be abnormal. (In real life im not really pale at all.) I was taller than I am in real lyfe, but not by much cause im already really tall. So I was like 6'5 (two inches taller than me in real life.) and had really long slender fingers and wrysts. I dont know why, but I specifically recall slender long fingers and wrists. Oh, yeah, and I didnt have a gender. That part was kynda wyrd. Lyke, I had none of the distinguishing attributes of either gender. I was mostly how I am in real lyfe other than that- pretty tall and really slender. Anyways, yeah.
Fynally.... after a whyle of practicing using my body agaen because it was a bit wyrd being in a new body (specially after being completely body-less for like half an hour) and cause my body was weighted really differently, wyth less weight in my midsections and more in my... wyll actually there wasnt really more weight anywhere in particular, it was just spread out more I guess. Oh, and my feet were really heavy.
Anyways, I finally exited the room only to realise AFTYR I had walked right out into publyc that I styll wasnt actually wearing anything. So yeah, that was kynda awkward. So I thynk I just went back into the chamber and took a roundabout route to get to the forge works. This is where the thing from earlier about making armor and weapons became relevant.
I carved this really badass armor out of diamond, it was kinda like skyrim dragon scalemail. Er, that is to say, the scale version of dragon armor in skyrim. It was like that. Except it had more pointy scales, the kind snakes have. And it didnt cover the elbows or knees. It was lyke shorts, a hauberk (the shape, not the chainmail part. Lyke, it covered the sides of my legs I mean.), large boots which covered the entire shin, and really large wrystguards.
Anyways, I then ordered a shuttle to take me to the Reality Dryve wyth my friends... Oh and I almost forgot, But I remember specifically deciding to only bring like five people along, and specifically decided to leave my familial relations and some aquaintances who are thoroughly convinced they are my friends behind.
Anyways, we got to the drive, and I activated it. The rest was just this really awesome but hard to explain whirlwind of color and light and wynd, while the drive... Wyll its an idea I had a while ago. What it does is, it creates a shell of energy, then annilhates all matter outside of it. Annihilate, meaning turn into energy. It then uses this energy (thats 99.9999999% of the universe turned into pure energy, btw.) to create a new universe with new laws of physics, although humans could styll survive there. The new laws of physics allow magic and stuff to exist.Anyways, yeah, so I basically just annilhated the entyre universe to create my own. But it looked really cool. It was like, all light turned into this giant funnel of energy directly into thys orb-like device, then was sent out the other side in a perfectly straight beam of energy which created a bubble, which expanded to become the new unyverse. Sadly, I woke up before I ever saw the other universe.
Yeah. I have awesome dreams. The only one that was near as awesome as this one was the one where I fought the cybernetic robot ninja zombies. Yes, I really did have a dream in which I fought cyborg ninja robot zombies.
Post by: hops on July 25, 2014, 11:25:28 pm
My dreams are boring. Or at least, so similar to reality as to be indistinguishable. I can't always tell them apart. Which has led to a couple embarrassing moments.This sounds like a plot of a movie where you are an amnesiac interloper from another timeline who came back in time and changed the outcomes.
"Sorry about your dead cat."
"I don't own a cat."
"But you said that... ** Slinks away**"
Post by: Tawa on July 25, 2014, 11:36:38 pm
This thread alone could provide hundreds of music videos, TV shows, and movies.
Post by: TD1 on July 26, 2014, 01:00:48 am
Play it again! Play it again!
Please!
*Children look into eerie glowing T.V. screen, and chant along with the catchy lyrics:
Po-ta-to. Po-ta-to. Po-ta-to.
Post by: Yoink on July 26, 2014, 09:14:23 am
I had a cool dream last night.That was a nyce dream. :D
Post by: MaximumZero on July 26, 2014, 10:57:19 am
Mummy, daddy!:3
Play it again! Play it again!
Please!
*Children look into eerie glowing T.V. screen, and chant along with the catchy lyrics:
Po-ta-to. Po-ta-to. Po-ta-to.
Post by: Tawa on July 26, 2014, 06:11:34 pm
The whole werewolf episode in the start of the thread would also be vastly superior over many other films about werewolves.
Post by: Baffler on July 26, 2014, 09:35:31 pm
I was a nuclear scientist in what can best be described as a rogue city-state at the bottom of the Mediterranean. The dream began with my arrival to the city, an enormous cluster of steel-and-glass boxes all contiguous but oddly shaped overall, in a small but luxurious vessel. I couldn't see what it looked like. We docked with the city on an outer edge and put on air masks. The room we docked in was flooded, the pilot explained over an intercom, because the submersible was too heavy to moor directly. The room I was in slowly filled up with water, and the hatch opened. I pushed off the doorway, and grabbed onto a slowly moving carousel. The carousel led through a thick glass door, which closed behind me a little closer than I would have liked, and the room drained of water. The whole process was pretty cool, however inefficient.
Not long after, a very pretty girl with an odd accent led me from the docks to the research facility I'd agreed to work in. I don't remember much of the trip, just that we must have stayed on the outside edge of the building most of the way. On the left, there was mostly white polished steel with the odd electronic billboard with really bright colored ads, and one or two that never changed talking about a "delivery." To the left, dark waters. We passed people every now and again, all of them in track suits with narrow rebreathers around their neck, my guide included. As we walked she talked about the science behind the nuclear program, but it was Greek to me.
Eventually we came to a series of big steel doors with a red and black insignia on it. She told me she wasn't allowed beyond this point, and before I could say anything she was gone. The doors opened, with the corridor going on behind it a short ways before sloping up out of sight. On either side of the door, and in a room behind a window on the right, there were some very serious looking guys with heavy looking assault rifles in their hands and big knives on their belts. They told me to go up the ramp. I did. Up there, a considerably more cheerful scientist with a big red beard greeted me with the same odd accent the girl had. He gestured over to a big window, where there were centrifuges and all kinds of other equipment. He told me I didn't need to worry about that right now though, and that I'd got here just in time to march all the way back to where I came to oversee the delivery.
Fast forward to me, standing on a platform with him and more of the serious looking guards, with a massive crowd on in front of me, the sea and a big cargo entrance to my right. I saw a massive sub vaguely shaped like the Enterprise sail by, followed by about a dozen vaguely TIE-Fighter shaped subs. The cargo ship came next, a comparatively boring box with propellers on the back and a glass dome on top. The whole while, the crowd was cheering, and shouting "GOODS! GOODS! GOODS!" The cargo bay doors opened, and a big box with radiation hazard symbols all over it rolled out on a motorized cart, serious looking guards walking alongside. A well-dressed man who must have been a politician started giving a speech about how our victory was coming, and that the surface would be bathed in nuclear fire before Kalaved (whatever that was.) I didn't get to hear most of it though, the cart was moved along very quickly despite the fanfare.
Flash back to the laboratory, the cheery scientist and I watched the laboratory floor from the same viewing deck I came into before. The scientists on the floor loaded a lump of boring looking gray stone onto a centrifuge, and booted it up. I only got to watch it briefly though, it wasn't long before alarms started sounding. The cheery scientist looked scared now, and yelled that we had to get out right now. I heard gunfire down the ramp, and the sound of the big steel doors closing. On the floor, the scientists had pulled on their rebreathers and the room was filling up with water. We waited just long enough for all five or six of them to get up to where we were, then we ran out another door on the other side of the room.
We passed through a very empty and much barer corridor,the sound of gunfire getting more distant. The formerly cheery scientist was now in a panic, going on and on about how the surface people had come for us, while one of the scientists from the floor fired back that it must have been rebels, and that nobody could have made it past the fleet. We ran up a flight of metal stairs, and turned a corner to a room with a single, serious looking guard outside, and two dozen more inside. He shouted at us to get inside, and we did. In there we could see various places on television screens. One facing outside that showed the enterprise-looking sub taking on water and firing off torpedoes with fighters swarming all around it, some like ours, some I didn't recognize. Another showed the outside of the laboratory, where the guards had sealed the door and were piling up cover at the top of the ramp. A third showed a very large section of the city being flooded in an apparent effort to stop the invaders. The fourth showed the politician from earlier sitting behind a desk shouting into a telephone.
Suddenly, a wall got blasted in, killing a few of the guards and three of the scientists. I crawled behind an upturned table next to the formerly cheery scientist, who had fainted. The guards fired back at whoever it was, but they were losing the fight. Someone shouted something about taking the scientists alive, this one without the strange accent. The last of the guards were desperate now, and one with a badge and fancy cap turned his pistol on us, shooting the other scientists from the floor, and moving in our direction before something blasted his head off. The last two guards killed themselves, and a man in blue camouflage and a blue UN helmet came around the corner, and shouted that he'd found us. Another guy came and grabbed the unconscious, formerly cheery scientist while the man who'd found us hauled me to my feet. Another guy smashed me in the face with a rifle, and I woke up.
Post by: MaximumZero on July 26, 2014, 10:05:22 pm
Post by: TD1 on July 27, 2014, 08:19:29 am
Then I woke up.
Post by: IronTomato on July 27, 2014, 10:31:52 am
His subconcious insulted Nenjin, ban he
Post by: Arx on July 27, 2014, 02:02:50 pm
I was in an apartment, and Nenjin was in the one across the way, and his apartment was splitting away from mine. I offered to let him in my somehow stable apartment, as he was most likely going to die. He refused, claiming he'd prefer to die rather than be in the same room than me.
Then I woke up.
Given how Nenjin's apartment is going...
Post by: nomoetoe on July 27, 2014, 04:56:29 pm
I was now in a gym and some guy was annoying me, so I tackle him hold him down and bite him in the butt. He gets a sword so I run into the a kitchen and grab my own sword, I say "Scream Resonance" and my sword screams intensely and after a very short battle I break the guys sword I then go and comfort the person who is/lives inside the sword. I was now a woman wearing armor, I was looking over the design of the skyscraper I lived in and was now looking over the design for a second one I was going to build, I decided to pull the person in the sword out, after a while a pillow sheet appears out of nowhere. I begin to see a part of the person within the sword, after sometime I was able to get him out.
He seemed rather nervous and a little crazy, I decided to show him my design for a third skyscraper which I was planning on letting the sword person live in. I now was watching from out of my body, a camel had a sandwich covered in tin foil in his mouth and he was running towards some men who wanted it, he got to the men's camp and dropped to the ground and set down the sandwich, the men laughed and the camel was now a dog, 3 other dogs by him looked at the sandwich and he growled loudly, the 3 dogs were scared for a moment but growled back one of them still having a scared look on his face. I was now in this camp in my female body, I was talking with them about helping get rid of the raiders/bandits living nearby, the leader told me that he would accept my help but right now, he had to prepare first.
I had 2 guys help me get back to my skyscraper and there was a very short scene with me fighting a bunch of people. I grabbed the sword and we both yelled "Lets go soul Resonance!" we both started yelling and getting pulled around and the sword turned from a scythe then back into the same sword with 3 long spikes on one side, we were almost outside and ready to fight!
I woke up.
Post by: pisskop on July 28, 2014, 09:16:38 am
I don't remember all of it, only that there was an invasion of some kind and he was coming to take something away. We rushed to locked the doors and windows, and in my haste to lock the front door he came up the back in true horror movie style, beating me to the back door by a second. Forcing the door open, the stabs me a few times, leaves me there, and rounds up the family on the couch.
He sends my wife to get the item, whatever it was. She, in a fit of rage, attacks him, and gets stabbed herself. She dies while I watch helplessly. Then, he gets upset and chops off the eldest daughter's head. I remember feeling loss and then waking up to realize I overslept, and it was 0630.
Post by: jetex1911 on July 28, 2014, 12:02:45 pm
The first, I'm pretty sure I've had before, maybe even three times. I was a teenage girl with blonde hair, and I was stuck inside a high-tech prison in the middle of a desert. I think it might have been a super powered prison, because I could shape-shift into various animals. I tried twice to escape the prison: I could walk freely around as long as I didn't walk into any "Red Zones". My first attempt involved hijacking their radio tower and using it to call for help. I got as far as getting to their control room disguised as one of their workers. Almost as soon as I started talking into a microphone, The Prison blew up the radio tower with a incendiary bomb.
My second attempt, and my last before I went into my next dream, involved crawling up a long narrow pipe that gradually grew wider as it got closer to the surface. I was almost out of there when a guard somehow viewed me from the top, and slid in after me. Once it got too narrow for him to get any closer, as I was a fish in order to out-slide him, somehow he turned himself into a chicken, shocking both me and him. And then he triggered the trap that by some miracle I didn't both times. Some barbed tentacles grabbed him from the walls, and right as he monologued that he didn't want to die this way, tore him apart. Needless to say, I went back down and immediately went into my next dream.
Sadly, I can't remember the beginning or the middle of the last dream I had, but by the end I was in a Dodge 1964 Charger facing an entire ice-demon army, some of them in their own vehicles. I sped up my car and began to plow through some of their foot soldiers, and after doing this for a few minutes, somehow knew that their leader wasn't in this mess. I heard out loud that he was in a place with -10 degree weather, so I left my town for the countryside next to it and immediately began speeding through roads and drifting corners in order to get to him. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that his entire army was chasing me the whole time? Black Winter Night (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dA7uEh2jYe4) was blaring out of nowhere at this point, and after a few minutes of racing I finally found him. He told me that he wouldn't destroy something important to me if I could find his Cool Orange Clothes. After a few minutes of searching, I found that they were just some Ordinary Prisoner Jumpsuits. Disappointed at how uncool they were, I returned them and promptly woke up.
Post by: MaximumZero on July 28, 2014, 01:34:37 pm
Post by: Steelmagic on July 28, 2014, 02:29:27 pm
The part of the dream I remember most was being at the second floor of a building with two gang members with guns downstairs, eventually I got pissed that they wouldn't come up so that I could kill them easily, grabbed a semi-automatic shotgun, walked downstairs and killed them, I then later intimidated my twin sister into helping me with any more problems from this gang.
Post by: Yoink on July 28, 2014, 03:11:45 pm
I haven't had any memorable dreams in a while. I need to stay awake for a few more hours right now to attend an appointment, and then I'll most likely sleep for a good number of hours. Hopefully my subconscious will throw some crazy shit at me to make up for lost time!
Post by: hops on July 30, 2014, 01:47:23 am
Post by: Lightningfalcon on July 30, 2014, 01:53:43 am
Dreamt that I was a museum operator for people from the far future. They were all enthralled by things like doorknobs, wheels, keyboards, and pants.Wait, so what did they have instead of pants?
Post by: hops on July 30, 2014, 05:20:13 am
Maybe they're snake people now that the reptilian takeover is complete.Dreamt that I was a museum operator for people from the far future. They were all enthralled by things like doorknobs, wheels, keyboards, and pants.Wait, so what did they have instead of pants?
Post by: ShadowHammer on July 30, 2014, 11:24:33 am
I then noticed a random steel cable going to the top of a mountain, so I pulled out my handy heavy-duty carabiner, clipped it to the cable, and all of a sudden I was zip lining up the mountainside.
When I reached the top, I noticed that I had a parachute on, so I jumped off of the mountain. I looked down at the countryside and thought, "for all the fear and horror in it, this world really is beautiful sometimes." Great internal monologue, subconscious.
It turned out that my parachute was more of a gliding apparatus, so I soared back towards my house. It was really awesome, but as I flew, I started to see things happening below me: a drive-by murder of a semi driver, a terrorist bombing of a train, a different train derailing.
Then, I got home and watched some news. The report that I saw was abut this super elite police force who, despite the fact that all of their funding had been cut, had continued serving until they ran out of equipment. They had taken their last weapon and last piece of ammunition, a tripod mounted rocket launcher with a single rocket, and they aimed it at the front entrance of their station, and then just left It that way, on a busy sidewalk. Despite all of the enemies that the police had, not a single passerby pulled the trigger.
I had a lot of friends in that police force, so I went down to the station. I wanted to figure out what was going on, but none of them told me, so I just hung out and talked with them. After a while, one of them said that I should get going, so I said goodbye and started walking away.
All the police then began chanting a countdown, and I realized that it was New Year's Day. I turned around to look back at the station, and when the countdown reached one, the rocket launcher fired, destroying the station at exactly midnight on New Years.
As I turned to leave, I saw a plane fly through a fireworks display and then crash.
Post by: hops on July 30, 2014, 10:35:26 pm
Post by: tuypo1 on July 30, 2014, 11:37:59 pm
Post by: GavJ on July 31, 2014, 12:12:32 am
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on July 31, 2014, 12:34:44 am
I'm on an OOOOLD PC, like Bill Gate's Garage Project Old, yet it has all the access to today's tech, but I'm surfing this one web forum with a black Site BG and Gold-amber text.
If i post something, Someone IRL makes it happen, thing is every time i have the dream, i post something new and can see my old posts from past recurs as well as posts from other people.
--Example of the posts-become real: This last time I said I was working on my Meiko Vocaloid and then mysteriously, an exact duplicate of the Meiko MMD model i like the most walked up with a tool kit and said "ready for fine tuning".
-----------this example is pretty reasonable considering I'm in a huge KH/Vocaloid/MMD/PreCure mood right now and Meiko & Kaito are the Vocaloids I like the most
But seriously why do i keep having this dream and what's with the gold-amber text i prefer silver over gold/amber
Post by: Yoink on July 31, 2014, 10:36:21 am
Can't remember exactly what it was, probably a shooter? Edit: Actually, looking back I believe it was Uncharted 3. Weird. Anyway, we were on the same team, and eventually I went to shoot some enemy in this weird, bright yellow and blue costume when there was a sudden lag-spike-- which enabled him to kill me.
I had a hissy-fit, shouting about how stupid that was and how that moron was probably hacking. Note, I didn't actually swear at all, since my mother was there, but she at once got angry at me for my reaction and started angrily cussing me out.
Which is bizarre, because whilst my mother used to swear at me all the time, she never dropped an F-bomb or anything like that. Anyway, I responded by swearing back at her in response (I can't remember if this was actually outside the game, or if our characters were shown abusing each other) and stormed off, and the argument continued later and got really nasty, just like the arguments we used to have when I lived with her. Last part I remember is me saying something to her, and her only response being this withering glare that apparently caused me to wake up.
Oddly enough, I had that dream after spending a day visiting her, which was actually surprisingly pleasant. ???
Is my subconscious warning me not to be lulled into a false sense of security, that she could start being nasty again at any time?
Probably. *shrug* It was weird, and not overly exciting as far as dreams go, but it's the only one that's stuck in my memory lately.
Post by: Elephant Parade on July 31, 2014, 11:44:01 am
I was eating lunch during class, and was sent to a different room. The room started filling up with lava. How did I escape the lava, you ask? By standing on the table. The table was made of wood.
Post by: kaian-a-coel on July 31, 2014, 05:08:12 pm
I can't remember any recent dreams, but I can still remember a really stupid nightmare I had when I was five.Classic. The floor is lava.
I was eating lunch during class, and was sent to a different room. The room started filling up with lava. How did I escape the lava, you ask? By standing on the table. The table was made of wood.
A recent dream of mine involved demons taking over the world and bringing all humans to hell.
After some time in a medieval-looking city (dis?), hiding like rats in some remote tower along the remparts, me and a whole bunch of people were turned into demonic lions/wolf things and dumped outside the city in a hellish savannah, for the amusement of the demons.
I took the head of one of the newly-formed packs, and territories were settled. I remember mine being quite central.
Then, as things get boring, the demons come and hunt some of the packs. Mine hide and escape unscathed, but all the neighboring packs are all but wiped out. I immediately task my pack with rescuing the survivors and claiming half of each neighboring territory, leaving the other halves to other packs. The reasoning was that otherwise we'd be overextended, and that by getting something out of the deal, even less than what they hoped, the other packs would settle down and peace would ensue.
I woke up by that point. Just as it turned into CK2. With lions. Demonic lions. In hell.
Post by: Alev on July 31, 2014, 11:10:19 pm
Post by: Tawa on August 01, 2014, 12:14:27 pm
So, in the dream, Pokémon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire came out. I went to go buy a copy (and for some reason the box art featured a meteor flying out of space at Hoenn), but the game store had, of all things, the Mexican version. I bought a copy of the Mexican version and also the typical English one.
I played the Mexican version (and in, of all places, a house full of high school seniors), but all of the dialogue was in English (but interspersed intensely with vulgarity.) I then tried to pawn it off on this guy I know, but he didn't want to buy it.
Then I woke up.
Post by: penguinofhonor on August 01, 2014, 01:27:08 pm
The front door didn't lock, so you could walk right into their living room. The door from their living room to the rest of their house had a functional lock, but they were worried about their TV and stuff and when I came in we talked and they bitched about the landlord a bit.
At some point I just started wandering around the place and got to a stairwell that didn't have a ceiling - the stairs went up to the rubbly roof of the building. The stairway and roof were overgrown with all sorts of plants (there was even a small tree on the roof), and I spent the last few minutes of the dream appreciating all the plants and looking at them while my friend complained about her landlord.
Post by: TD1 on August 01, 2014, 02:29:51 pm
I had a dream
See, I know it's unrelated, but every time someone starts their sentence with that, everything afterwards is about black people to me.
Post by: Alev on August 01, 2014, 02:33:14 pm
I had a dream I was at the apartment of a couple black friends who were forced to move away because of racist laws a couple months ago. Except it wasn't their apartment, it was a really old building that I've never seen before.Fixed according to what DwArfY may have thought.
The front door didn't lock, so you could walk right into their living room—obviously a racist plot so that they would be mugged. The door from their living room to the rest of their house had a functional lock, but they were worried about their TV and stuff and when I came in we talked and they bitched about the white, racist landlord a bit.
At some point I just started wandering around the place and got to a stairwell that didn't have a ceiling - the stairs went up to the rubbly roof of the building, whcih was another plot that would let them be mugged. The stairway and roof were overgrown with all sorts of plants (there was even a small tree on the roof), and I spent the last few minutes of the dream appreciating all the plants and looking at them while my friend complained about her landlord.
Post by: nomoetoe on August 02, 2014, 08:34:13 pm
Last night I also had a strange dream which ended with me using my power to lift an entire farm off the ground to keep it safe from some people who were going to steal it.
Post by: tuypo1 on August 02, 2014, 08:41:09 pm
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on August 02, 2014, 09:37:10 pm
I had a dream a long time ago(like 2004) about an artwork of a Blonde Guy who could easily be mistaken for a blonde woman with a trench coat that had speakers woven into it.
then as I searched for images of YOHIOLoid(a male vocaloid I recently began liking)....I find the exact image from my dream on DeviantArt as a fan-made redesign.
When the Deja Vu hit is when I proclaimed aloud, "Usually I don't like stuff like this but that's a nice redo!"
When Deja Vu hits me btw, I usually get nauseous and unable to stand or sit straight....Oh and did I mention it(Deja Vu) happens often with me?
Post by: Haspen on August 03, 2014, 03:09:05 am
We crash-landed on snow-covered planet. By 'we', I mean, myself as security officer, Captain Benjamin Sisko (Star Trek DS9), four or so ensigns and a robotic cat Felix.
We made it to a stone circle where there was a fountain. Said fountain had numerous glyphs around its basin and a demonic imp was trying to read them to summon a demon, so we killed the imp. Unfortunately he managed to summon the demon, which turned out to be just really black saber-tooth tiger, which we scared away with ease.
Then we went to inspect the wreckage of downed Boeing 747 (the heck?) where we found two more Starfleet ensigns racing about on a snow scooter... but as soon as we realized nobody ever saw them, we deducted they were Changelings, and that's when they started firing at us. In the gunfire, we lost two ensigns and Felix the robo-cat.
Then Cpt.Sisko decided to surrender to make sure there weren't more losses. The changelings took our weapons and took us through a door in the boeing where a table full of instant meals waited for us, complete with extra red carrots and shiny green peas. At the other table, a group of extremely friendly-looking Jem'Hadar kept staring and poiting their guns at us.
We sat down at the table, started eating, and the dream ended.
2.
Using secret papers I snuck through the border to totalitarian Ukraine. There I roamed the neighbourhoods of some districts in a town where I had to pass several blockades and then hid whilst two NATO F-16 flew above us.
After that I went to check the Re-Education Center for Artistic and Humanist Students, and got lost in the maze of Soviet-era-like corridors, stairways and offices. I almost got myself into brainwashing classes along with twenty or so Ukrainian students but fortunately, another set of forged spy papers helped me out after I showed them to Chief Instructor.
Then I went for a meal to local cafeteria where a pair of soldiers almost took my meal but in last moment I recognized in them two of my classmates from middle school (woah, that was 11 years ago), so in the end we all ate together.
After the meal I noticed that I'm starting to run out of forged papers so I went to local office where a half-drunken general was issuing actual papers. He issued me a Paper of Leave so I could cross the border and even gave me 5 stamps on it so 'it looks good', and using these papers I left Ukraine for good.
Then went shopping for groceries in my hometown market, where I apparently owed the cashier lady a Bajillion of zloties, which apparently was a widely-used number (Bajillion), and equaled to 10x100x12 zloties.
Post by: Yoink on August 03, 2014, 03:24:35 am
I know one of them involved me eating arrowroot biscuits, and there was a later one where a trio of elite swordsmen made fun of the main character (not being skilled enough to wield a sword) then wandered off and were eaten by some sort of monster.
And then stuff happened, and there was another part of the dream, or a different-yet-similar dream set in a containment facility.
They were all dramatic, but each time I woke up I was far too tired to write them down, or even ponder them very much.
Post by: HFS on August 03, 2014, 03:37:09 am
-I was female
-I was married to a miniature Ragnaros. The one from Warcraft.
-Something about a castle, and laying siege to it, mostly with archers. Inside a school, apparently.
-Something about Super Mario Sunshine.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on August 05, 2014, 10:31:50 am
This hero who looked like the guy "Starlord" from Guardians of the Galaxy was chasing an ostrich-style mech that shot green snot-balls out of it's wings as it's card-attack.
Then "SL" combine a card combo to create this attack called "Zanmatou", a giant gale-storm of blue-white wind.
the Ostrich mech then did some super-hyper-kamehameha-hadoken wave pulse thing, to which SL used a new card combo called "Ganmatou" in which the same blue-white wind formed this magical-seal barrier that not only negated the attack but forced me to wake up.
I had to ask myself what I ate.
---at least Zanmato IRL is a term I recognize(From FFX), but I know he had it spelt "Zanmatou" because the word appeared on the card swiper.
Post by: nomoetoe on August 05, 2014, 03:08:21 pm
at the end of my first dream I got in a fight with a big muscular guy and a small skinny guy riding a vehicle with a mounted mini gun. I got onto a double machine gun turret that started floating and firing at the vehicle the 2 men were on, but then they blew up my floating machine gun I flew into the air and blue laser beams fired out of the ends of my limbs and out of my mouth as rainbow surrounded me and there were small explosions going off and I gave off a powerful roar!
then I smacked into a skyscraper and destroyed it and I woke up.
Post by: Tawa on August 05, 2014, 07:04:10 pm
Clearly, the final boss is LordSlowpoke.
Post by: Alev on August 05, 2014, 07:08:38 pm
Crazy dream from two nights ago was sort of like a platforming video game with crazy-color SNES-esque graphics about some guy who I think was in a blue space suit of sorts trying to save the world from having punctuation removed permanently. I lost the first time (there was something to do with babies for some reason) but "unlocked the music gallery" for some reason. I savescummed and won the second time.Mmm. I don't know. Was there a hidden door or something to fight Tuypo1?
Clearly, the final boss is LordSlowpoke.
Post by: Tawa on August 05, 2014, 08:11:27 pm
Post by: Yoink on August 05, 2014, 11:26:14 pm
Tiruin and Skyrunner (or their avatars and forum personalities, at least :P) were the ones who drove him there in some sort of 4wd/jeep, with Tiruin being a crazy driver and just ploughing happily through the undergrowth much to Sky's terror. Then they helped the guy set up his weird-eye-things and then the camera.
(I think at first the eye-devices just helped boost his abilities to... feel light shining on his skin or something, then got upgraded?)
A bit earlier in the dream my sister (the one who I don't despise with the fury of a thousand suns) and I met the blind man, and I didn't realise he was blind at first for whatever reason. Oddly enough we were standing around outside on a sunny day and telling him of the dangers of sunburn/skin cancer, possibly because he couldn't tell how sunny it was? I'm not sure.
Anyway, I thought it was mainly because he was a ginger and thus more susceptible to sunburn. I only found out later in the dream that he was blind. I guess the guy was really good at... pretending not to be blind?
The last bit of the dream was me telling my mother where I'd purchased some weird hoodie I was wearing. She'd asked where it was from earlier in the dream and I'd said Jeanswest, only to see an advertisement right at the end of the dream for some other store, reminding me that that was actually where I'd bought it.
Yeah, exciting stuff, subconscious. >.>
All I remember of my earlier dream(s) was that it/they were heavily inspired by Dragon's Dogma.
I've been having a lot of Dragon's Dogma-related dreams lately.
Post by: MaximumZero on August 06, 2014, 12:42:25 am
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on August 06, 2014, 01:17:51 am
Post by: hops on August 06, 2014, 04:08:15 am
Post by: Flarp on August 06, 2014, 04:12:38 am
All my dreams are about being late for something. Seriously. All of them. I'm becoming terrified of sleep.
Post by: tuypo1 on August 06, 2014, 06:21:13 am
He's the boss of Level 6, "Protect Capitalization!" :PMy attacks are based on inappropriateness
Post by: Alev on August 06, 2014, 02:09:25 pm
Congratulations! You have successfully capitalised a letter!He's the boss of Level 6, "Protect Capitalization!" :PMy attacks are based on inappropriateness
Post by: mastahcheese on August 06, 2014, 02:21:18 pm
I was in the middle of two mansions, ran by families by none other than vampires on one side, and werewolves in the other.
It gets better.
So after a while of talking to both parties, I figure out that they are fighting over a child. A baby, currenly in the wolves' hands. Paws, whatever.
Anyway, I decide after a while that I'm going to end it, and I open up a skills page like some kind of video game, and look at powers I've unlocked through making relations with each side.
I take a power from the vampire side that let's me disintegrate low level werewolves at a glance, and then I looked at my powers in the human page, and bought some technology powers.
So then I close out of it, and pull a bomb out of my pocket.
I set it down and arm it, it's one of those sunlight bombs from the Blade movies, and I'm placing it in the middle of the vampire house.
It goes off, incinerating every vampire in the place, and I pull out a pair of uzi's loaded with silver bullets.
I then mow down every werewolf, including two guys that I vaporized with my vampire skill, and found the baby.
It then grew horns and fangs, and hissed at me.
I glared at the baby, aimed both machine pistols at it and didn't release the triggers until I woke up.
Post by: Alev on August 06, 2014, 02:22:59 pm
I had a friggin' awesome dream last night.So... dream vidja?
I was in the middle of two mansions, ran by families by none other than vampires on one side, and werewolves in the other.
It gets better.
So after a while of talking to both parties, I figure out that they are fighting over a child. A baby, currenly in the wolves' hands. Paws, whatever.
Anyway, I decide after a while that I'm going to end it, and I open up a skills page like some kind of video game, and look at powers I've unlocked through making relations with each side.
I take a power from the vampire side that let's me disintegrate low level werewolves at a glance, and then I looked at my powers in the human page, and bought some technology powers.
So then I close out of it, and pull a bomb out of my pocket.
I set it down and arm it, it's one of those sunlight bombs from the Blade movies, and I'm placing it in the middle of the vampire house.
It goes off, incinerating every vampire in the place, and I pull out a pair of uzi's loaded with silver bullets.
I then mow down every werewolf, including two guys that I vaporized with my vampire skill, and found the baby.
It then grew horns and fangs, and hissed at me.
I glared at the baby, aimed both machine pistols at it and didn't release the triggers until I woke up.
Post by: Steelmagic on August 07, 2014, 02:08:39 pm
For the second part of my dream I was with one of my friends and we were bringing food to a blind dog on the outside of town when we realized that it was HIS dog. There was much rejoicing about finding his dog, even if it had apparently lost it's sight.
Then in the third part, we joined the Wehrmacht and were sent to the Eastern front, our two squads were surrounded, but we scavenged MG-42s and sniper rifles and I found a Panzer IV. I woke up as we were trying to break out.
Post by: Yoink on August 07, 2014, 08:22:41 pm
We were following this very old, seemingly deserted path, and then we reached this strange, equally old wooden structure built up one side of the valley wall, at one of the high points. I think my sister had already been up there to check it out, and wanted me to go up the top too, since it offered an awesome view- and apparently we could see something mind-blowing from up there. Maybe another angle of somewhere we'd been before? Not sure.
Anyway, the way of getting up the top was to climb up this rickety old enclosed stairway of dark wood, very creepy, not much light could make it in from outside and there were cobwebs and what-not. It headed up from a larger room, making its way up towards the summit.
So I'm heading up through this creepy place, when the corridor narrows too much for me to get any further.
I call back to my sister telling her about this, and then I see something coming towards me, down from a flatter stretch of walkway above- a possum, sniffing curiously in my direction with wide eyes.
Now, this is sort of an "oh shit" moment, since I couldn't get back down the stairs very quickly. Instead, when it got close enough to me (it was one weird possum, not sure why it decided to approach and sniff me; in the dream I kept thinking of it as a baby although it seemed almost adult-sized for IRL) I grabbed it, by the neck so it couldn't bite me, and gave it a pat.
Naturally it freaked out, and I could see vague movement up ahead as its parents and family no doubt mobilized to run down and defend it. So I threw the thing forwards away from me and sprinted recklessly back down the stairs, pursued by a horde of angry possums.
I got back down to the weird (entrance?) room of the building where the stairs had started from, where my sister was waiting, and we had to try and fend them off. Can't really remember much of the scene; we did our best to batter them away from us, they scampered out the door to outside, and for some reason my cat was there, running frantically around to avoid them.
Once they were all gone, I complained a bit at my sister for not mentioning the brood of possums living up there, she replied that she hadn't seen any of them, since it had been a bit earlier and lighter when she'd gone up before me.
Then I woke up.
Oddly enough, we had actually been two different characters shortly before reaching the building- the dream had been following some man following another man in cars through the valley, somewhere in America. I still don't remember where they were going or anything, but I know the main character was cheered when he saw the "palm" trees (the dream-voice called them palm trees even though they were actually banana trees, fruit and all) which differentiated the terrain from the way he'd come; apparently they meant he was on the right track to get wherever he was going.
Then, as he/we walked along through a thick patch of stunted banana plants, suddenly the person up ahead was my sister, telling me how all these plants had stopped bearing fruit long ago, and would have to be ripped up if new ones were ever to grow. My dreams do that sometimes: the sudden character-swap, although usually not that suddenly.
Maybe it's because I was tired. ???
Post by: Tawa on August 07, 2014, 08:33:57 pm
Post by: Alev on August 07, 2014, 11:11:08 pm
Last night's dream was really trippy and I think it involved brainwashing somewhere, but I hardly remember it anymore.Drugs are bad for you, Tawar.
Post by: Itnetlolor on August 07, 2014, 11:36:21 pm
How much brain-bleach did you use? What setting were you on? Did you separate colors from the whites first?Last night's dream was really trippy and I think it involved brainwashing somewhere, but I hardly remember it anymore.Drugs are bad for you, Tawar.
Post by: Yoink on August 08, 2014, 07:54:55 am
I saw a video somewhere for a new Baldur's Gate game and thought it looked pretty lame with its flashy graphics, and decided to track down one of the older ones. Can't remember which, and I think my subconscious had a pretty hazy memory of Baldur's Gate, too.
Eventually I ended up in the game- I'm guessing I loaded a save or something, because I started as a small group of humans at the entrance to this huge, cavernous stone room with pillars and all sorts of intricate architecture along the walls, filled with these strange-looking giants. I can't remember if they were made from stone or what, but they did have minds of their own and personalities, even if they were really dopey. They were all sort of wandering around the cavern with various weapons (I think they changed appearance once or twice in the dream) and I decided that this wasn't the game I was after, I'd wanted the next one in the series.
The giants decided not to attack me or my party, whether because we were leaving or because they were just chill dude/ttes I'm not sure. Anyway, I left, presumably to find the game I'd actually been meaning to play, and the dream dropped my perspective like it was hot and started following the denizens of the chamber, which was part of some crazy underground structure of some kind.
Apparently the giants, as well as the other dwellers elsewhere in the structure, were ruled over by a woman, possibly some sort of divine being. And they were apparently under attack, from whom I have no idea. There was another there, a man, who looked kinda like Conan apart from his lack of sword, and that's who the dream decided to follow.
I'm not sure quite why he was there or why he was helping them, but he was.
An adjoining chamber had been breached by the enemy, and a flood of people came fleeing into the cavern- mostly human, I believe. At this point it occurred to someone, either Conan or the deity, that the room they were taking shelter in was/had once been designed to launch out of the place like from some sort of slingshot, presumably to attack some distant enemy with soldiers inside, sort of 'strapped' into purpose-built restraining chambers along the walls so that they wouldn't go flying.
But the mechanisms or whatever that allowed it to be launched had been built-over long ago as the temple (I guess I'll call it that) had expanded all around the room and any such attack hadn't been necessary. The leader of the place explained that she was far too busy seeing to the wounds and illnesses of her people (apparently the enemy force had tried to infect the refugees with ebola?), but if the Conan-guy could uncover the launcher it might just save all their lives.
So he went to work, apparently having some sort of super strength as he smashed his way into a wall and began digging through the old, crumbling bricks with his bare hands. He was following some sort of chain that he quickly found, digging further into the wall until finally finding whatever important mechanisms were supposedly going to launch the whole room out of the ground and to safety.
And then I woke up. Damnit.
It's as though I'd called my subconscious's bluff by continuing to dream so long, that I was about to actually see that happen. >:(
Overall though, that was one weird dream.
Post by: SnugglePie on August 08, 2014, 09:13:51 am
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Yesterday I had a dream that I woke up in the morning and had two slices of bread with butter and homemade apricot jam for breakfast.
In my today's dream I was back at high school. First there was a lecture about different versions of British Comet tank. They differed almost exclusively in what radios they used. I remember version Princess III that was used as a command tank. Then we went into a huge room with tank simulators. Each was to be crewed with two people. They were all open and not separated so instructors could watch us all at the same time. I took a commander/gunner position in a simulator. My driver was a girl I used to have a crush on. We wore headsets that made it impossible to hear other crews. We performed a few basic tasks as we were told to by the instructors.
Suddenly, I was in an actual tank together with the girl. I think the tank was a German Panzer I armed with a 20mm cannon. We were somewhere in North Africa driving towards the shore. I have no idea why we were there. I spotted Hitler standing on a cliff. I told the girl to stop and took aim. I fired a short burst but I missed. Hitler took cover behind wooden crates and German soldiers started to appear out of thin air. I yelled at my driver to get out of there. I fired a few more bursts in Hitler's direction and then tried to fend the soldiers off while they pursued us in trucks.
We got to the shore. It turned out the tank was amphibious. We swam to a German oil rig near the shore. I'm not sure how but we got the tank to the top of the oil rig. I think we had to get out of the tank a few times and use handheld weapons. Our tank received a few penetrating hits from rifles and my driver suffered a few scratches on her arms. When we reached the top in our tank, a Bf 109 arrived and attacked us. I tried to shoot it down but I couldn't rotate the turret quickly enough. The Bf 109 performed a few attack runs. After one of them, my driver reported that her legs were hurt by metal fragments after the 109 penetrated our frontal armour. I got pissed off. My tank turned into an aircraft with at least 30 m wingspan. I made it balance on a tip of its left wing, climbed to the tip of the right wing, grabbed the 109's left wing with my hand and threw it to the ground. It hit an edge of the oil rig, broke into a a few large pieces and fell into the water. I could no longer keep the balance. The aircraft hit the rig with its landing gear that got seriously damaged.
We decided to go back and try to kill Hitler again. The aircraft turned back into a tank. Unfortunately, the tank was no longer amphibious due to numerous holes in the armour. It sank halfway to the shore but the girl managed to dismount the cannon. We swam to the shore where German soldiers awaited us. Only now I realised there was no beach. There was only ten meters tall cliff rising abruptly from the water. We got up somehow. I picked up a bolt action rifle from a dead soldier. We tried to fight the soldiers but there were too many. The girl kept firing the cannon from her hip and screaming in anger even when I yelled at her to retreat. Eventually, she got surrounded and I lost sight of her. I think she was disarmed and captured. I hesitantly jumped off the cliff. I started to swim back to the oil rig hoping I could find a sniper rifle and pick the soldiers off one by one even though the rig was at least a kilometer from the shore. Halfway there I got attacked by two Bf 110s. I tried to make myself a more difficult target by swimming underwater but it didn't help much. Then I woke up.
Post by: Aslandus on August 08, 2014, 12:12:52 pm
I left my college dorm room and there was a person with a table in the hall taking people's ID numbers, so I gave them mine and then time backed up, and something told me the person was a scam artist and that I shouldn't do that, then the person with the table disappeared. Then I walked outside and a clown with no eyes was throwing people around with telekinesis, so I hid in a nearby cafe until I woke up
Moral of the story: don't read too much creepypasta before bed
Post by: miauw62 on August 10, 2014, 09:28:16 am
E:
Spoiler: angst-fueled dream ahead (click to show/hide)
Post by: Yoink on August 12, 2014, 07:13:48 pm
Can't remember the earlier parts of it.
The family of medieval nobles/royalty who the dream was based around travelled to this mountainous area filled with canyons and took over a small abandoned castle there along with their retainers and perhaps a small army. I'm not sure what circumstances inspired them to leave their home, but it was apparently a pretty good deal. Maybe they didn't have an actual castle where they were from?
The father figure/leader of this family was most definitely based off of Blackadder.
He and his eldest daughter are the only ones I can remember clearly, and she didn't seem to be based off anything in particular, just some young woman with long brown hair. The only other member of the family I remember was (non-crippled, I think) Bran of all people, and he didn't appear in the main part of the dream, just came up in conversation and a brief flashback. Apparently he was the one who discovered the castle whilst travelling somewhere previously.
So: a mix of the Blackadder clan and the Starks. Good grief. :P
Anyway, Lord/Whatever Blackadder was, unsurprisingly, a bit of a heartless bastard. Can't remember too many specifics but he was unpleasant a lot of the time, both to his family and their servants/soldiers. One unexpected moment of kindness came, though, when they were first poking around in the castle, seeing what repair it was in after its time uninhabited.
His daughter was sitting at a big wooden table in the place's kitchen, and then the camera shifted (the dream kind of went from movie-style to comicbook-style at different points) up to a hole in a wooden floor above, through which a small, animal face peeked down. It was a baby bear. And then, clumsy as it was, it fell through.
Somehow, the girl caught it safely before it could splatter over the table. It was an adorable little brown baby bear, made even cuter due to being some sort of cartoon version. She immediately began tickling it, and, surprisingly enough, Blackadder allowed her to keep it, saying that it would make a good companion for her other pet, whatever that was. Naturally she was overjoyed.
I don't remember anyone finding the mother bear, though. Maybe the baby was an orphan? Or maybe it was murdered off-screen.
Anyway, they fortified the castle and got settled in, various stuff went on which I sadly don't remember.
And then, I think there was a bit of a timeskip- it was in comic format now, there was a commotion outside, and the leader of the family's guard/army or whatever called them out to see something. There was a panel of eldest-daughter taking her sword and buckling it on over her armour, and then another of her standing beside her horse, sliding a long dagger into a sheath on its saddle.
And then we saw the problem: and army winding its way up the canyon towards the castle.
Blackadder, or the general, said something along the lines of, "The people of this place have risen up against us," and people began to prepare to defend. I don't remember exactly, but I believe the attacking army was far larger than theirs, and things looked pretty grim- even if the attackers were probably a bunch of peasants.
Dream-me was considering whether some rocky outcroppings could be collapsed onto the enemy, but there didn't seem to be enough time. And then, just as things were getting seriously dramatic, my FUCKING ALARM CLOCK GOT AROUND TO WAKING ME UP ARGH.
That was seriously disappointing. :( It was a great dream. I wish I remembered more of it, but alas.
I don't really have time to type up my other dream in detail right now.
Basically the gist was: I was in Melbourne (the city I'm moving to next month) and seeing all sorts of interesting stuff, but dream-me knew it was a dream and was incredibly frustrated, since I couldn't buy/do anything for real, so it was basically just a big tease. O.o
Post by: nomoetoe on August 13, 2014, 02:15:51 pm
Later it was night out and there were zombies everywhere, so I grabbed an adamantine sword encouraged the people with me and charged out! We were quickly surrounded so I used telekinesis and lifted everyone including myself into a tree, I put too many people on one branch and it was about to break but I moved to reduce the weight on it.
then I woke up.
Post by: hops on August 13, 2014, 02:48:39 pm
Post by: hops on August 14, 2014, 03:22:22 pm
Well, gee thanks, subconscious. I totally needed that to start the day.
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 14, 2014, 04:14:31 pm
Then I woke up and wasps were all over my arm.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on August 14, 2014, 05:20:40 pm
In the dream i was envious of his adept memory. but then i woke up...his company's name was weird though: Templar RV Trailers
---likely inspired by his love of camping...lol.
Post by: Spehss _ on August 14, 2014, 10:35:00 pm
Basically at the end of the dream this voice said something along the lines of "You don't try because you're afraid of failing, you think you're a failure because you don't try, you don't try because you think you'll fail. You're holding yourself back." Then I woke up.
The voice had no real "voice" quality to it, y'know. No sound or anything to say "this voice sounds like this person" or "this is a guy's voice" or "this is a girl's voice" or "this is my own voice talking to me". No voice. It was just words projected clearly and forcefully into my head.
Post by: MaximumZero on August 14, 2014, 10:40:08 pm
Had an interesting dream this morning. Can't really remember it now because it's 10:00 at night and it's been hours since I had it, but there was a part I clearly remember that was like this moment of self-revelation. Or an epiphany. Or something.Mufasa has spoken. Now go out into the world and take what is rightfully yours.
Basically at the end of the dream this voice said something along the lines of "You don't try because you're afraid of failing, you think you're a failure because you don't try, you don't try because you think you'll fail. You're holding yourself back." Then I woke up.
The voice had no real "voice" quality to it, y'know. No sound or anything to say "this voice sounds like this person" or "this is a guy's voice" or "this is a girl's voice" or "this is my own voice talking to me". No voice. It was just words projected clearly and forcefully into my head.
Post by: Spehss _ on August 14, 2014, 10:45:10 pm
Mufasa has spoken. Now go out into the world and take what is rightfully yours.BRB, building a moon base.
Post by: IronTomato on August 14, 2014, 11:10:21 pm
I was lucid, so I could tell that I was waking up. I was talking when I felt myself waking uo, so I stopped talking, because I knew that if I kept talking, I would start talking IRL by accident. I stood for a while, silent, but I didn't wake up. I closed my eyes, waited, and opened them again. I was still in the dream. I closed my eyes again and tried to say something that I can't remember, and I felt it come out of my throat. I opened my eyes, I had woken up and said it IRL.
My subconsious is a dick.
This actually happens to me fairly often when I'm talking in LDs. Anyone else experience it?
Post by: Lightningy on August 15, 2014, 05:07:30 am
I had this dream where I was in some kind of zombie apocalypse, but the zombies were more like the weak dudes from the original Doom game, and I had this great idea of burning down a forest in order to burn them all (somehow I had a flamethrower), and after that, I ran across a few people with guns that were trying to shoot me, and I started shooting them with my flamethrower, but I ran out of ammo and started beating them to death with my gun.did you happen to take any powdery substances(you know the one) before you went to bed. if so that may be the cause.
The dream I had the night before was even stranger, though, where I had some kind of scimitar, and was fighting some samurai dude with a naginata, and after fighting him for a couple minutes, he moved over into this really muddy area, and taunted me to get me to come closer, and called me a coward.
I told him that fighting in mud was clearly in his favor, as he was wearing actually shoes, and I had only sandals on my feet.
I then called him a coward, and his head magically detached from his neck and sailed down the room.
I then had to follow his flying head down a corridor, while fighting a bunch of sword-wielding dudes (somewhere along the line I picked up a shield, and I don't remember where) and then I had to trap the samurai's head in a box.
There was more to it, but I don't remember much of it anymore. I think that making out with a statue might have been involved, but I only have a vague memory of that part.
Also there were fairies somewhere.
Post by: Atomic Emu on August 15, 2014, 07:59:41 am
Another dream I had few days ago involved a meeting of characters from various franchises (imperial stormtroopers, TMNT, Batman and others I don't remember) who decided their help was needed on a distant planet. So they came in front of my home where a Stargate was embedded in the road in horizontal position. They activated it and started jumping in one by one. After a short while they noticed something was not right, deactivated it and started digging under it. They found that everything that went through the Stargate fused together with the ground into a very messy blob.
Post by: TD1 on August 15, 2014, 08:57:29 am
It was terrifying.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on August 15, 2014, 09:25:43 am
Post by: Graknorke on August 15, 2014, 11:31:53 am
I dreamt my watch was broken. The wrist-band bit of it. One of the links was a mangled wreck.It was inevitable.
It was terrifying.
Post by: Yoink on August 15, 2014, 11:36:02 am
I dreamt that TotalBiscuit deleted all of his videos about video games on YouTube and started a new cooking show instead. I tried baking a bread filled with spinach, but I had trouble making the dough right, so I had to find another YouTube channel which explained it better.This amused me more than it probably should have. :))
Post by: Mesa on August 17, 2014, 08:53:57 am
So apparently a giant apocalypse happened and the entire world was left crumbling (though I don't think there was any radiation judging by the fact the sky was relatively clear and nobody was wearing gas masks or anything of the sort). I was walking through the city ruins with my IRL friend (said city looked surprisingly familiar to the one where my current school is) until we stumbled upon the bus station (which was still ruined). Somehow, buses were still functioning and there was a lot of people there. Nobody was panicking, much to my surprise.
Then my friend disappeared and I was on the bus with my mom and like a thousand other people. Supposedly we were going to the nearby shopping mall (in the middle of nowhere no less, though the general area seemed familiar to me), which according to my mom was also an airport now.
Much to my surprise the whole place looked like no cataclysm ever happened (so maybe it was just that city that was destroyed, not sure) and after that I can't really remember much.
I bet this dream happened because of how much I was thinking about Gun Francisco yesterday. :V
Post by: Tawa on August 17, 2014, 12:31:41 pm
It's sad, but for the best.I dreamt my watch was broken. The wrist-band bit of it. One of the links was a mangled wreck.It was inevitable.
It was terrifying.
Post by: Yoink on August 18, 2014, 04:14:40 am
It is now 6:20 PM, I think I went to sleep at around... half past four in the morning? Ugh. Anyway.
In the first dream I was travelling through some unfamiliar part of Australia with my mother and my half-brother (the tolerable one). It was a very green, wet sort of countryside, almost like England or something- but I distinctly remember knowing it was Australia due to my thoughts on later events. I'm guessing it was in a hinterland kind of area, like the mountain range I lived on for part of my childhood (the shitty part).
I can't remember why we were driving or where we were trying to get to, but we stumbled across the entrance to some place. The details of just how it was set out is a little hazy, but there were lots of big, stately old houses on a huge old property. Most of the houses were partly surrounded by stone walls, kinda like the base of a round medieval tower or something.
There was some sort of central 'office' on the property, we went there and discovered that these were the family homes of all sorts of old families; where many generations of them had lived over the years. Mum asked them about her family name, of our relatives in the US, and the lady we spoke to gave us directions so we headed that way to check it out.
We thought at first that these houses were just replicas of the original buildings, since it seemed such large and old houses would be impossible to move at all, let alone overseas, but as we drove through the place we saw them being moved, somehow just placed up on these flat vehicles with lots of wheels that I can't remember very well.
It was kind of freaky, really, that these ancient homes were just uprooted and shipped to another country to be part of a collection... but then, if the alternative was some evil company demolishing them, this was definitely preferable.
We eventually reached the section we'd been directed to, which actually contained three different houses belonging to families with similar names, which may-or-may-not have been our actual relatives with a more archaic surname.
Anyway, we wandered into one of these houses, which was actually lit and furnished, absolutely fascinating and it just felt... old, like you could almost feel the memories of decades or even centuries pressing against you like a fog.
At first we thought the place had been done up on the inside to replicate how it had actually been back in the day, but then we were surprised again, as we realised people still lived in the place. I approached a doorway into a dark bedroom only to see someone actually shift on the bed, and realised the place was inhabited.
It was kind of spooky. Well, very spooky, looking back- not sure how creeped out dream-me was.
I ended up sitting at a small round table in the kitchen, reading some letters (these looked old to me, perhaps they actually were left there as a historic thing) on the table, which began to reveal a tragic story of a suicide/attempted suicide in the family, where one girl wrote to another of her plans to end her life, and then there was another letter to her mother.
Can't remember exactly what they said or why she was so distressed, or even if I found out whether she went through with it. In fact, that's pretty much all I remember of the dream- I don't even remember if the dream continued long enough for us to speak to the people in the house. :-\ Sorry.
I might post the other dream later, right now I need to go do stuff. It's a lot shorter, anyway.
Post by: NAV on August 18, 2014, 09:28:28 am
I was chasing him and he found a fighter jet, so he got into the jet and then it transformed into a metal box. Covered in machine guns and rockets. I shot all my bullets at it but it was bulletproof. Then I unplugged the box and it stopped working.
Post by: pisskop on August 18, 2014, 10:33:03 am
Finally, a group of kids come out. The staff says ' now its time to go the the city and see the other dentist? Okay. After a brief car montage we arrive in the inner city, with playgrounds on hills and general poverty around us. The dentist was much quicker this time, and on the way back to the van we had to go through a relatively suburban 'project'. Imagine a block with several apartment complexes that all sport healthy lawns.
I heard singing in one, and took the chance to go inside one. There were a group of black parishioners all singing some indescribable song, with a white pastor in front. The parishioners would walk up, one at a time, make the sign of the cross, and eat the sacrament. Then they would pull a lever and put money into a cup that appeared. After this, the pastor would dump a glass on their head. The liquid inside started the color of clear wine (which is opal-ish) and progressed to a deep blue just before striking the parishioners. As it left their bodies it acquires a vibrant light reddish tint.
I stood there watching a few times, and eventually the pastor called me forth. The crowd parts (still the entrance hall of the apartment complex) and I hesitantly go forward. He demands I take the catholic vow and engage with him. I try to go back outside, but cannot move. He calls me forward and I unwillingly perform the motions up unto the sacrament. By this time he is explaining how as a catholic this is the way, and my money will serve god's purpose. I start mentally screaming that this wasn't catholicism; maybe some heretical offshoot, but this was not catholicism. It had the taste of southern worship to it, and before I could either get away or give my money to the pastor I heard a bust crash and break and woke up.
WTF brain?
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on August 19, 2014, 01:44:29 pm
For some reason it gave me a Magic Singing Dancing Unicorn Pickle Earmuff when I rotated it to the left.
(don't ask what song it sang, UGH)
Post by: Mismatch on August 22, 2014, 09:09:38 pm
Post by: Yoink on August 22, 2014, 09:39:35 pm
Then I'd walk around the city I was in, releasing them here-and-there so that when they got high in the sky and popped, the joke would fall back down and be read by people. I'm not really sure what I hoped to achieve by doing this, but I remember being paranoid that the cops were onto me afterwards, as I quickly walked back home, wherever "home" was. :P
Post by: Haspen on August 23, 2014, 03:52:22 am
I don't remember details anymore, but it included saving a democratic mecha nation from imperial mecha nation by the ways of constructing a tiny helicopter nuclear bomb with help of cute engineer girl. That's while a liquid Terminator of sorts was chasing us across this ruined concrete apartment building, but as we sent the bomb flying toward Imperial army, so did Terminator fly after it.
Then I woke up. From previous occurence of this dream I also remember flying on giant Imperial warship and then climbing on a crashed mecha in a canyon.
Why my dreams cannot be consistent...
Post by: hops on August 23, 2014, 05:05:55 am
I dreamed that I worked as a "Peacekeeper", which means that I am an armored, burly warrior whose job is to subdue and keep most of the town's population on drugs to keep them from becoming violent. Me and my squadmates were called in to handle a very "Uncool situation, maaaaaaaan. Stop her and give her more kush, duuuuude. Duuuuuuude I can hear my daisy growing. *click*" to quote the Sheriff.
Apparently a very angry grandma is causing a commotion in the street because her rage is so extreme that even the standard dosage cannot keep her down. We drove to her and shot a dozen more syringe at her, which did nothing. Pissed off, she hurled a car and nearly killed us. We then decided to tackle and restrain her and escort her back to her house, with her cursing up a storm throughout the ordeal. She hobbled angrily into the tall grasses that surround her house. I tried to follow her to make sure she is not up to something, but I am overcome by a sense of dread as I stepped on the grasses. A squadmate found this funny and thought I was just being cowardly, so he tried to step in and also got scared.
Post by: MaximumZero on August 27, 2014, 07:42:20 am
I haven't even been playing that many video games, I swear.
Post by: Cptn Kaladin Anrizlokum on August 27, 2014, 03:41:40 pm
Post by: Alev on August 27, 2014, 05:11:36 pm
So, the last dream I ever had, I was six. I was in a marsh near a forest, and I got eaten by a python. People were searching for me, but then the python I was inside was on an operating table for some reason? I don't really remember it, but I have never had a dream after that day.You haven't remembered a single one after that? Odd. Have you had any nightmares?
Post by: Cptn Kaladin Anrizlokum on August 27, 2014, 05:12:39 pm
So, the last dream I ever had, I was six. I was in a marsh near a forest, and I got eaten by a python. People were searching for me, but then the python I was inside was on an operating table for some reason? I don't really remember it, but I have never had a dream after that day.You haven't remembered a single one after that? Odd. Have you had any nightmares?
Nope, Nothing. Been ten years...
Post by: TD1 on August 27, 2014, 05:22:01 pm
It was a nice dream.
Post by: NAV on August 27, 2014, 10:25:12 pm
Post by: jax3639 on August 28, 2014, 07:25:20 am
Below me, surrounding the tower on all sides, was something I hope to never see again. It was a dark ocean, nearly pure black, swarming with the one thing I dread the most in the world, sharks.
I don't remember how but I fell from the balcony into the ocean. For a few moments it was pure peace. But I knew how this dream would end, so I panic and scream. My cries for help would not go unheeded, to my dismay my panic attracts the attention of the one monster I fear worse than anything else.
A Great White, the iconic shark, darts towards me then slowly circles me. I can't even attempt to move, my own mind has betrayed me by paralyzing my body. The shark slowly closes in inching its' way closer and closer. Then when it is less than a few feet away it strikes.
It's large maw crushes my torso, releasing blood that only serves to make the beast go berserk. It shakes my body to and fro, tearing my entire body apart while could only stare in horror. Then it releases me, it lets me sink a little into the never ending depth of the ocean. As I stare upwards through the murky depths, the night sky I was looking at before slowly becomes obscured by my blood and the enveloping darkness. Then in a haste the sky vanishes, the shark is darting towards me, it's jaws open ready to crush what's left of me.
As it's fangs sink into my throat, I wake.
Post by: 4maskwolf on August 28, 2014, 01:25:51 pm
Is it bad that sometimes I wish one of them would come true?
I had a dream that Hitler was chasing me. It was terrifying.It was inevitable.
Post by: mastahcheese on August 28, 2014, 01:39:29 pm
It was weird.
Post by: hops on August 28, 2014, 03:51:07 pm
Once the thing was destroyed, I felt my body again and I was thrown to the floor, I collected up the exorcism machine (which looks like an advanced gaming console without a screen) and went down. He told me that people are freaking out because a human's lower body half fell through the floor. I told him it was the demon and left, humming some tune.
Post by: Alev on August 29, 2014, 08:00:07 pm
Post by: Hanslanda on August 29, 2014, 08:24:04 pm
It's a memory. And it's worse than anything my subconscious can cook up right now. Pretty much my deepest fear is that the person I like will re-enact this memory, because I would lose my fucking mind. Literally. I think I'm only just on this side of sane on any given day. I have some weirdness going on with my memory and perception of time lately. And I have some pretty severe intrusive thoughts that I have trouble just ignoring.
The memory? The nightmare? It's about a phone call. That's it. A phone call. It was probably the worst moment of my life. I'll just leave it at that.
Post by: Kolnukbyne on August 30, 2014, 12:25:39 am
I dreamed that I robbed pewdiepie's house.
It was weird.
No way... I once had a dream that I was leading a raiding party to rob Darksydephil's house, but I got lost and ended up in some kind of medieval themepark parallel dimension and escaped out of DSP's TV but he was gone when I got out and so was my raiding party.
Post by: Zanzetkuken The Great on September 01, 2014, 09:48:37 am
Post by: Cptn Kaladin Anrizlokum on September 01, 2014, 05:23:54 pm
Post by: Tawa on September 02, 2014, 01:41:34 pm
A LUCID ONE.
SPONTANEOUSLY.
Long story short:
I was in the art room at my school, and I made a doodle. My teacher thought that it had been the image I had intended to turn in, but because I had to redo the picture then I lost half my points. There was also a box advertising the Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass. Anyway, I left the room, mentioned something about psions to a classmate, and went down a staircase. For some reason, every time I took a step, it was like I had made a small hop on the moon. I suddenly realized, "Wait a fuggin' second, I can't do this! I'm dreaming!" In my incredulous surprise, I went down the hallway and continued moonjumping. A crazy looking kid went past me, and suddenly a teacher on a balcony above me noticed me. I didn't really care, but I decided that I'd pull a pistol or a sword or something out of my pocket. I realized that it'd be weird if I suddenly felt a zweihander appear in my pocket as I pulled it out, so I decided I'd shut my eyes and pull it out, then open it and admire my new sword.
Then I accidentally opened my real eyes.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 02, 2014, 02:02:14 pm
Then it turned into a dream about arguing with my family while eating crappy ice cream out of a frozen dinner tray. No other food products for present in the tray. The chocolate syrup was perfectly normal, but the caramel was dried out or something. had the consistency of dried peanut butter with too much salt. The ice cream was bland and the arguments didn't make any goddamn sense, which infuriated me and made me argue more.
Post by: TamerVirus on September 02, 2014, 02:11:47 pm
Many WTFs in the morning were had.
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 02, 2014, 05:58:59 pm
Post by: Zanzetkuken The Great on September 02, 2014, 07:14:32 pm
I'm kinda disturbed that I haven't been dreaming lately. I usually dream, and I'm lacking in some. I wonder what's up with that? Been a week so far, and no dreams; and I'm usually aware enough to notice whether I had one or not.
Must be linking up with realities that you can't have an active part in.
Post by: Person on September 03, 2014, 09:50:10 am
I was going to have my hair cut I guess, but I was only wearing pajama bottoms. That's what I fell asleep in I guess. While I was in the haircut place, I decided to go to the restroom. But once I went inside, I realized something important. I wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so I couldn't be served. And then I woke up.
I almost kinda feel like I might have noticed I was dreaming because the situation was too weird. Like it didn't obey the rules of reality like it should have? If it was near lucid, great I guess since I've been trying to work on that.
Sooo, what is my brain trying to tell me? Pay more attention to the rules of society or something like that?
Post by: Parsely on September 03, 2014, 11:11:46 am
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on September 03, 2014, 01:40:25 pm
I had a dream that I clipped my fingernail too close, then decided it wasn't clipped close enough and clipped it closer. And I did it with most of my other fingers before I woke up. I looked at my hands and realized it was time to clip my nails.I've had similar dreams, from using the restroom to eating, even a really weird dream about getting five text messages, which ironically, arrived the moment I woke up
The rr/eating ones usually wake me up with a need to use the rr, or a painful hunger.
i think it's your body's way of saying you need to do something and should instead of sleep. But I'm no dream expert so, whadda I dunno?
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on September 03, 2014, 02:09:02 pm
Brain. You're home. Go drunk.
Post by: Tawa on September 03, 2014, 03:10:12 pm
You have been warned.
Post by: IronTomato on September 04, 2014, 12:19:23 pm
It was like the internet-equivalent of him committing suicide. The community was quickly enveloped in fear and descended into complete anarchy and chaos. Your forum has crumbled to its end.
Post by: Arx on September 04, 2014, 01:49:40 pm
I had a dream in which I was on the forum, and someone had been banned for no real reason (I forget who, though I think it was LSP.). People were calling Toady out as a douche or something, and people started 'disappearing.' I made a post about how we should all just shut up about it and ask him politely, and suddenly someone exploded through my window. He screamed, "TOAD" and then shot me in the genitalballnaughtybits, and I woke up.
It makes sense that the banned would have been LordSlowpoke, since breaking through windows and violently non-sequituring is their shtick.
Post by: Sinistar on September 04, 2014, 05:19:20 pm
So he/she goes in.
I think then he/she starts searching his/hers pocket for iPhone/Samsung Galaxy/some sort of sleek smartphone.
Some swimming down the stream happens. Pictures of lone, old farmhouse(s).
End.
Or is it?
I had a dream in which I was on the forum, and someone had been banned for no real reason (I forget who, though I think it was LSP.). People were calling Toady out as a douche or something, and people started 'disappearing.' I made a post about how we should all just shut up about it and ask him politely, and suddenly someone exploded through my window. He screamed, "TOAD" and then shot me in the genitalballnaughtybits, and I woke up.
And so it begins. The signs of new kind of religious zealotry.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on September 04, 2014, 08:20:27 pm
Or the sacrifical lamb?
Post by: Orange Wizard on September 04, 2014, 10:31:20 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 04, 2014, 10:34:43 pm
Dream ended there. I didn't wake up, it just stopped.Twist ending: You ARE Lotso. You killed them, and thus yourself, and the dream ended when you offed him/yourself.
Voodoo-kill. Wait... Does a voodoo-kill of yourself by proxy of another connected to you like so count as a suicide?
Post by: hops on September 05, 2014, 03:25:54 am
I had a dream in which I was on the forum, and someone had been banned for no real reason (I forget who, though I think it was LSP.). People were calling Toady out as a douche or something, and people started 'disappearing.' I made a post about how we should all just shut up about it and ask him politely, and suddenly someone exploded through my window. He screamed, "TOAD" and then shot me in the genitalballnaughtybits, and I woke up.
It makes sense that the banned would have been LordSlowpoke, since breaking through windows and violently non-sequituring is their shtick.
Quote from: Toady One
LordSlowpoke Sagan 54, 7140 Ban Turning Scamps into a cow and punching me in the nuts
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 06, 2014, 08:12:38 am
In spite of all this success, everything was to change when during a rather nice formal dinner that seemed to remind me too eerily of the last supper, ninjas attacked. They appeared from the shadows and corners of all the walls in the room and before long a bloody brawl began between the ninjas and my toothpaste apostles. There must have been over 25 ninjas and only 14 of us, we hacked and sliced with bread knives and captured curved blades (which seemed akin to miniature khopeshes or sickles) whilst they stabbed and launched knives and blades airborne in a flurry of martial frenzy. Before long their superior skill and numbers whittled down our group till there remained only me, and I had already been severely injured. Knowing that I was soon to die if I tried to fight I rushed into the kitchen and let loose the gas taps of hell and threatened to take them all down with me, they fled en masse and sure enough I set the gas alight and faked my own death even as the manor erupted into flames. With such brazen destruction in their wake the ninjas must have immediately fled, with my last unwoken minutes of dream unconsciousness I unlocked the gates to allow firefighters through before slipping into consciousness and waking up.
I never did find out who tried to take my toothpaste.
Post by: penguinofhonor on September 06, 2014, 08:25:55 am
It was too good to be true.
Post by: nomoetoe on September 06, 2014, 07:28:06 pm
but at the end things got a bit creepy, I was walking around in a dark building with dark walls and when I was about to walk into a room a dark humanoid with a huge knife appears and slowly walks towards me, I run away and I get outside, there is no sun, there is no moon, I can see the stars yet they give off no light I see the light posts yet they do not shine. I kept running but even though it walked the dark humanoid was always right behind me. I realized I was dream and shook my head violently and woke up.
Post by: HooliganintheFort on September 06, 2014, 07:55:55 pm
Weird.
Post by: Yoink on September 08, 2014, 08:20:24 am
I was a recent initiate into one gang, I can't remember exactly what colour we were but I think it was either orange, purple or red. There was plenty of stuff that went on, but the main part I remember was where myself and another gang member- either a more experienced, tough member or another rookie like me, not sure- had to catch a train to some distant part of the city/other city for some important mission. It started off at a dark, dingy underground station not unlike New York's real-life subways, then became an aboveground train later on.
The people who operated the trains seemed to be the only remaining authority in the city, responsible for keeping the trains running, the tracks maintained, etcetera. They shepherded the gang members (there were a lot of people from different gangs catching this train) and we set off.
My companion and I were nervous, since we were the only members of our gang in our carriage, and it contained a large, boisterous group of the yellow gang, who were bitter enemies of ours (and a bunch of irritating douchebags to boot). However we ended up somehow befriending at least a few of them during the trip, and the only conflict was in fact caused by a couple of tall, hulking members of the blue/navy gang, who entered the carriage and decided to start trouble with me for some reason, despite our gangs being mostly on good terms. I think they disliked something about my appearance.
One of them picked me up and threw me against the side of the carriage, and I was fearing for my life. Somehow I managed to surprise him with a meat cleaver I'd acquired earlier in the dream, the only weapon I remember having, and killed them both with chops to the neck.
This, however, prompted the guards of the train to panic somewhat, and they stopped the train and ordered everyone (or at least everyone in our carriage) to disembark. We were out in unfamiliar territory, an urban wasteland. It was blue/navy territory, and at first I thought it wouldn't be so bad, and was even relieved that we hadn't ended up on the turf of a more hostile gang- then I remembered that I'd just killed two of them.
My friend in the Yellow group found our predicament most amusing. They had strength in numbers, and they weren't overly hostile with the blue gang anyway.
Post by: Ddynamo on September 12, 2014, 05:05:56 pm
So I look out my bedroom window and see about 2-3 inches of snow on the ground, and parked in my front yard are not one, not two, not even three, but four TARDISES. One of the four is bigger than the rest, and the door is open. And out steps my grandfather. Me and him travel to the greenhouse that I apparently have, and my mom is in a hot tub with a thin layer of ice over it. Hanging from every glass pane is one bee hive for every glass pane of the green house, with huge bees in each. With two inch stingers
I got stung and woke up.
And it hurt.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 12, 2014, 06:34:00 pm
Then we eventually found a shopping center of some sort, like a poorly-planned walmart. I had to use the bathroom, but as I got to the restrooms a huge bunch of cheerleaders rushed in out of nowhere and occupied both the men's and women's restrooms, apparently in order to change into normal clothes. Took fucking forever, and when they left they didn't appear to have changed clothes. I went back to find... That there were no toilets. At all. Just empty stalls that, again, weren't set up in any sensible order. Like one stall could only be accessed through another.
That dream had me in a bad mood for the rest of the morning, and I just so happened to have to piss a divine flood when I woke up.
Post by: Arx on September 13, 2014, 03:53:23 am
And it hurt.
Psychosomatic effect. You think it should hurt, so it does.
I can only remember enough of my recent dreams to know they've been seriously trippy. No time in the mornings to think about them before getting up any more, unfortunately.
Post by: Knit tie on September 13, 2014, 05:53:46 pm
bear-handed partisan versus zombie viking nazis.
Post by: TD1 on September 13, 2014, 06:10:16 pm
So, ummmm. Can someone explain what this is.
So I look out my bedroom window and see about 2-3 inches of snow on the ground, and parked in my front yard are not one, not two, not even three, but four TARDISES. One of the four is bigger than the rest, and the door is open. And out steps my grandfather. Me and him travel to the greenhouse that I apparently have, and my mom is in a hot tub with a thin layer of ice over it. Hanging from every glass pane is one bee hive for every glass pane of the green house, with huge bees in each. With two inch stingers
I got stung and woke up.
And it hurt.
I read that, not knowing this was the dream thread.
I thought your Grandad was the RL Dr. Who, and that he had come for his companion. You.
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 14, 2014, 11:10:55 am
Basically, I was minding my own business in my town, and I found a rather familiar gate on the beach, and upon it opening, a familiar face came out of it (good ol' purple-eyed fireball-hair returns), and charged after me and glomped me to the ground. Basically, they were all over me, as if we've been separated for half a decade, and they've been looking forward to this the whole time. After reuniting with them, in more ways than one, I got pulled through the gate by them, and a familiar world locked out from me for a similar amount of time has re-opened to me as well. Flying cities and continents, abstract technologies, magitek, dimensional and space travel being an everyday thing, creatures the size of cities and such, airships and spacecraft all over the place, death being not-so-permanent, and an inconvenience, if anything; the whole package.
In a sense, remember some of those sketches that I posted in the art thread? Well, that source of inspiration might be back in full force again, because I remembered everything I was looking at, and how to operate them; even the more obscure oddball things that you wouldn't expect to have a use. Sure, some may look like rocks and such, but they were able to operate far more complicated things. The games Kairo and Myst kinda comes to mind on some of these things; and in some places, it was kinda like that game with the technology, and instead of blank scenery surrounding the buildings, it was no different from the kinds of landscapes we have on our world/plane of existence, except populated with people, very much similar to the girl that came out of the gate; and like her, truly awesome people to hang out with.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 14, 2014, 11:32:50 am
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 14, 2014, 12:00:56 pm
Your job was restraining your dreams? I say congratulations for freeing yourself of that.Based on that phrasing, if my dreams were as outlandish and unrestrained as they were while I was restrained; then I look forward to the even crazier shit that lies on the horizon and beyond post-release.
EDIT:
On that note, I think I got (re-)hired for a job as an adventurer by that same red-headed girl (in-dream of course). Funny thing, now that I remember correctly, in past dreams she was involved in, she was my subordinate, and I was her boss. In the dream-world sense, I feel like I got an old job back that I loved, regardless the profits and such. Find a job you love, never work a day of your life, indeed. Now to find a way to bring it to reality.
This song really feels relevant. (http://youtu.be/QYQ4uV8NDJo) "When push comes to shove, you gotta do what you love. Even if it's not a good idea."
Post by: Spehss _ on September 15, 2014, 07:35:15 am
From what I remember of the dream, I then had to put up with a snake biting me, a racoon biting me, and a bat biting me. The one I remember most clearly was the bat, who did a fly-by biting and nicked my wrist without even slowing down.
The last thing I remember before waking up was the clear thought "There's a ghost." and then I woke up.
This is where it's weird. For a few seconds after waking up I have the distinct sensation there's someone else in the bed with me. Really close to me. On my chest. My eyes are fluttering by themselves, blinking rapidly without order, left, right, left, right. Can't move. Or at least I didn't attempt to move. Getting chills. And there's the residual thought of the so called "ghost" from my dream. At the time I remember thinking maybe it's a possession or the ghost is leaving my body or something, because ghosts are totes real.
Lasted a bit, maybe five seconds, then I woke up. It was 6:30, not like 3:33 or 1:11 or some oddball spirit time. Was probably mild sleep paralysis. Never had it before.
Recalling the ghost incident still gives me chills and makes me think there's something watching me, oddly.
Post by: pisskop on September 15, 2014, 10:31:02 am
-Small house
-Large apartment
-Doctor's office
-Supermrket
-Projects
-Corporate headquarters
There's also two monsters hunting me: A giant worm thing that cannot go indoors and is too soft to want to smash buildings, and a smaller, little rotting girl-thing.
And I have to dart from on building to another, but first have to get to a checkpoint that will make the giant go away long enough to get to the next building.
And inside, its dark and mouldy and the rottengirl is trying to hug me, for some reason. And she's creepy/scary. So I hide from her while scavenging for supplies and tools and occasionally meet this other creepy, not rottenevil girl who is just as scared of the monsters as I.
I woke up on level 03, and I have no name for this game I dream of.
Post by: mastahcheese on September 15, 2014, 11:53:24 am
So I guess I was some kind of janitor or something, sweeping up this auditorium for some kind of meeting.
So some tables are laid out, and people start coming in and sitting at them while I'm still working.
Suddenly, some people starting flipping out and screaming at each other.
Apparently, one of the tables is cursed, so that whoever sits at it is doomed to some kind of pain or whatever, and the person who was sitting at it reveals herself to be a witch, and starting throwing fireballs at some other woman, who also proclaims to be a witch, and retaliates with lightning bolts.
Naturally, I dive for some cover before these psychos annihilate the whole damn place.
I don't remember exactly what happened after that, but I found myself still laying on the ground, now covered with soot and ash.
So I get up, and see the whole place has been wrecked, but people are already putting the place back together, like nothing had happened, and nobody knew how it happened, they all thought someone has set off a bomb or something.
They didn't know it was some crazy witches.
I also found some dollar coins on the ground in random places.
For some reason, I thought "I have to tell someone this, but only someone I can trust, so the information of magic doesn't get out of control".
So the auditorium has been reassembled by now, and people are shuffling in as some guys goes up to the podium to start talking.
I sit down next to some emo dude. (I recognize him as a one of the vampires from an earlier dream where I killed him, but he's alive somehow) I tell him that I need to tell him something, but it needs to be kept secret. He says that after the meeting, we'll go somewhere to talk.
So we keep sitting there, as the guy at the podium goes on shouting something, and people are getting riled up.
I notice something.
All the guys in the place were clean-shaven when they first walking in, and now they're growing facial hair. Really fast.
I suddenly realize. Oh god, they're all werewolves, again!
So I tell my vampire buddy that we need to GTFO now, and we start heading out, as people begin turning to watch us, and I notice this large, fat, all black cat sitting by the podium, vomiting dollar coins.
So we get out, and head to the guy's house, which I recognize as the vampire's house from the earlier dream, again.
There's another vampire dude, but my buddy says he can be trusted to not tell.
So I begin to tell him about the witches and the cursed table and the return of magic, and then before I can really explain anything, I wake up.
That's not really the end, though.
I fall back asleep, and now I'm something different.
I'm some kind of small, winged imp, and I'm looking at this massive robed guy that I somehow know to be a warlock.
He grabs me with one hand, and holds me in front of him, and explains that every time something went wrong, I'd always say something like "Oh, that's bad", or "Oh, sorry", but I never actually say "I'm sorry" to him. I just stated it as an empty expression.
He demanded that I apologize expressly to him, and I had the feeling there was some kind of power in doing so, that I had been purposefully avoiding it.
He raised his other hand, and it was wreathed in blue flames, and he said that if I didn't say it, he would slowly destroy me over the course of eternity.
And then I woke up again.
Post by: birdy51 on September 15, 2014, 02:05:15 pm
Post by: Aslandus on September 15, 2014, 02:43:08 pm
I'm starting to mess around a little bit with the idea of dreaming by keeping a small personal log. It's hit or miss whether I remember anything, but who knows.Would that be log-journal or log-tree? I would assume journal, but if you are planning to keep a cut of wood that you carve your dreams into that's fine too
Post by: SaberToothTiger on September 15, 2014, 03:15:12 pm
Post by: hops on September 15, 2014, 04:06:08 pm
When I had a nap today, I dreamt that I ate my shoes. I can't find them now. I'm honestly terrified.In Thailand, they have jokes that when a fried squid is really tough and tasteless, it means that the vendor just ground up and fried shoes.
Post by: Graknorke on September 15, 2014, 06:01:39 pm
Is it actually possible for squid to be that bad? In my experience it's kind of one of those things you're hard pressed to get wrong.When I had a nap today, I dreamt that I ate my shoes. I can't find them now. I'm honestly terrified.In Thailand, they have jokes that when a fried squid is really tough and tasteless, it means that the vendor just ground up and fried shoes.
Post by: Haspen on September 16, 2014, 12:29:54 am
So of course evacuation was in place and I began to walk with the crowd eastwards as bombers and mini-nukes exploded things to the west. Finally, a samaritarian guy named Steve offered his mini-van as a lift for anyone who can get in, so of course I was one of first people to rush in, along with a black guy named Carl. Then we began to ride through the crowd, with Steve trying very hard not to run over old people and baby carriages (he did, unfortunately).
Meanwhile, US President called Putin and asked him to help with ISIL, only to slam the red phone in anger after Putin asked for Alaska in exchange.
So we managed to arrive at a small airport when we noticed a bomber going straight at it. Carl ran for the woods; Steve rode off along the airplane strips and I decided to run and hide behind one of cargo ramps leading into the airport buildings.
It did shield me from the blast but the fallout got better of me and I landed in the hospital. There I perished from radiation burns and illness and joined Carl the black guy, who was in heaven too, because he got into a car crash just few days after the airport bombing.
Just to be sure I asked Carl if he was gay (he wasn't) and then we watched HeavenTV report on Steve the 'good taxi guy' who was elected the next US president after he made a one-man hit-and-run on ISIL headquarters and killed all their leaders.
The end v:
Post by: MaximumZero on September 16, 2014, 07:30:16 am
I had one line in the movie. At the end, he's trying to get the girl, and makes a smartass comment. I ninja-appear behind him, and he turns around and flinches. I pat him on the head and say, "That was actually pretty clever, but I'm still watching."
Post by: mastahcheese on September 16, 2014, 10:52:19 am
Non lucid dream spent in a movie about punching Will Farrell. Will Farrell had found a genie lamp, and wished to sound smarter. So, I was magically assigned to him. He'd spout one of his traditional dumbass one liners, and I'd come out of nowhere to punch him in the face. Every. Single. Time. Even if he was running or hiding. Even if it was delayed a little bit, which was usually pretty funny.This needs to be an actual movie.
I had one line in the movie. At the end, he's trying to get the girl, and makes a smartass comment. I ninja-appear behind him, and he turns around and flinches. I pat him on the head and say, "That was actually pretty clever, but I'm still watching."
10/10 Would watch again.
Post by: SaberToothTiger on September 16, 2014, 10:55:26 am
I actually would watch that movie.Non lucid dream spent in a movie about punching Will Farrell. Will Farrell had found a genie lamp, and wished to sound smarter. So, I was magically assigned to him. He'd spout one of his traditional dumbass one liners, and I'd come out of nowhere to punch him in the face. Every. Single. Time. Even if he was running or hiding. Even if it was delayed a little bit, which was usually pretty funny.This needs to be an actual movie.
I had one line in the movie. At the end, he's trying to get the girl, and makes a smartass comment. I ninja-appear behind him, and he turns around and flinches. I pat him on the head and say, "That was actually pretty clever, but I'm still watching."
10/10 Would watch again.
Post by: Haspen on September 16, 2014, 10:57:20 am
Post by: Tawa on September 16, 2014, 02:53:29 pm
We got any insiders in any major studios?I actually would watch that movie.Non lucid dream spent in a movie about punching Will Farrell. Will Farrell had found a genie lamp, and wished to sound smarter. So, I was magically assigned to him. He'd spout one of his traditional dumbass one liners, and I'd come out of nowhere to punch him in the face. Every. Single. Time. Even if he was running or hiding. Even if it was delayed a little bit, which was usually pretty funny.This needs to be an actual movie.
I had one line in the movie. At the end, he's trying to get the girl, and makes a smartass comment. I ninja-appear behind him, and he turns around and flinches. I pat him on the head and say, "That was actually pretty clever, but I'm still watching."
10/10 Would watch again.
Because this needs to be a corporeal thing.
Post by: MaximumZero on September 16, 2014, 05:15:43 pm
Post by: IronTomato on September 17, 2014, 11:10:53 am
a black guy named Carl.You mean this guy?
(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1582373403/cjbig.jpg)
Post by: Steelmagic on September 17, 2014, 12:01:41 pm
Post by: Sappho on September 19, 2014, 03:43:09 am
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on September 19, 2014, 04:22:56 am
(as if that wasn't senseless in it's own right)
I never saw myself in the dream - which is weird as I usually do...whether over-shoulder or reflection views, and we all were super-serious focused on eliminating the bad w/e. Not unusual for me, but extremely unusual for more than 4 of those 7 ladies.
Turns out, the thing eating dimensions was a dream a Harry Potter style Boggart had while trapped in an Iron maiden in the Merethic era of The Elder Scrolls
I will admit I had just gotten to a good, albeit disturbing to me, stopping point in ESO
Now the next one I had just before waking today and posting here/now:
I was floating Dog head flying through a World ruled by my IRL buddy's pet cat, and she irl is a little "mrs I da queen FATCAT" and i nthe dream was tha t ramped to 11-thousand. Apparently I was supposed to pet her somehow but as I was a floating dog head all I did was flap my ears like a butterflies' wings(yes i gave off rainbow colors light as i did this if anyone wants to know), then she magically transformed into a giant Super-nova Robot Cell phone Pyramid and began doing a river dance to the beat of Thunderstruck by ACDC with baby coos as the lyrics while my all-of-a-sudden now floating bunny-head MOOed in a black hole and created Rocket Racoon from Marvel who for some reason was a Deer in my dream...and then we(me/queencat/Rocket the Deer-racoon) magically fused into one almighty but utterly stupid being and said "ARISE" and I woke up.
Post by: Orange Wizard on September 19, 2014, 04:37:53 am
It started with a fairly normal day in a school classroom (maths, I think), except I didn't bring my bags/books/anything, and I didn't know where to sit. Everyone else had taken their seats and were chatting about whatever.
I started talking to a girl sitting in the front row. She got very excited, discussing a bunch of (probably made up) anime, of which the details escape me. I was less enthusiastic, but still enjoyed the conversation.
Before too long, the teacher appeared, and demanded that we both shut up and do the work. I, not having anything to work on, continued standing in front of the girl's desk, while she started digging into a substantial looking textbook. She looked up at me and said something in Latin. I can't remember what it was. The teacher heard, however, and lead her out of the room.
I wandered about for a few minutes before the teacher came back in, with the girl slung across their shoulder. (The teacher seemed fairly androgynous. I want to say "she", but the fuzzy beard kind of disputes that. I also never saw their face, so yeah.) It wasn't until this point that dream-me realised that the school was effectively a prison, with very strict (but apparently nonsensical) rules, armed guards, and so on.
Anyway, the teacher dumped the unconscious girl on one of the empty seats in the back of the classroom. I went over to her, she woke up, and started crying uncontrollably. I kind of fumbled around, unsure of how to comfort her. I started awkwardly putting an arm around her when another student came up to me, getting right in my face. I got up and faced him. He was shorter, probably younger than me, and didn't say a word. It soon became apparent he was stronger, though, and I backed off in the direction of the teacher's desk.
Thanks to dream logic, there was a gun on said desk, so I grabbed it and pointed it at him.
Pretty much everyone in the room, including the teacher, was watching this going down by now, too.
For some reason I thought "that's to easy" and threw the gun out the window. Then I (somehow) beat the snot out of him, and started a revolution against the school's cruel and oppressive teachers and military police.
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 19, 2014, 10:55:49 am
A lingering pain in my chest, and some rather persistent dark rings under my eyes, especially after that dream, was in the process of disappearing after witnessing it. In a sense, it felt like the end of an era for me (and one these people in the dreams agreed upon ending), and a significant one while at it (half my life, gone, in a blink); like accepting my fate in going to Hell, and belonging there. I just hope it was a bad nightmare of the ultimate abandonment. If it holds any water then, then what can be done to me that life hasn't already tossed my way?
In all honesty, I don't like where this path leads; and in all preference, I reject that reality, and substitute my own. I'm through with being punished for being happy; especially after being nothing but good/benevolent to people (may be a tad biased, but still. Close enough.).
EDIT:
I hope it was a test of character; because even though I suffered such an unjust and harsh punishment for being myself and/or happy, I still accepted my fate of total abandonment without struggle. Then again, I've been accustomed to this since birth; or at least, my first days of school. Given the general scope of recent events, I feel like my faith has been tested on/from all angles, time and again (quite frequently, actually), like maintaining/checking a vehicle before selling it as a used car. I think God's been trying to call BS on me, probably due to my calling Him out so much, and He's pissed off that I keep passing His tests with flying colors. Considering I feel like nothing else is left to lose (What I take personal value towards), I say bring it on. I can take on more abuse; I'm used to it. A sympathy for the Devil didn't come from nowhere, after all. I mean, isn't that a test of ultimate forgiveness that more, especially religious, people fail than you'd think? On that note, being mistaken, by name alone, as a devil-child, despite the name actually meaning Caretaker, your whole existence doesn't help.
EDIT EDIT:
To think again about it with a fresher mind, maybe it's me, but they did seem to act extraordinarily out of character. It was like, they were not themselves. Courteous their goodbyes were, this was completely out of left field, and nobody, despite their unique traits, had the sense they usually use. It was like they were possessed, or affected by something, or were protecting me from something I probably could not handle, and to protect me, they had to hate me; or outright refuse me. Despite being dream characters, and having known them via dreams as much as I have, it's weird, but I have faith that this odd behavior is to be trusted as something part of a greater plan. I mean, in the sudden depression, and sudden relief after said dream, it got me thinking. I mean, what if the disconnect that was done was part of doing what would equal hitting a reset button on me (or a psycho-defibrillation)? Like resetting a Wi-Fi, Disconnect for a few seconds, plug it back in, and wait for it to cold boot. With a flushing of the RAM or some such, everything's back in order. Like when a computer acts up, restart after letting it cool down for a bit, completely shut off (provided it was a software issue; which in a dream-sense, would make sense). I mean, after years of being gone from mind, and being back only to leave again? That's a hell of an uncharacteristic dick move for them to pull. Something has to be up in that dream world. Might have to go Psychonauts on this, and investigate. Something didn't seem right about it; too uncanny. I mean, if something horror movie-ish is going on with that realm, at least I have the genre savviness to recognize a problem, and start investigating it, and with a calmer and more rational mindset. If it's something self-made, then what kind of beast developed this time?
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on September 19, 2014, 02:04:09 pm
One of my best friends was helping me learn to drive, we had visited a food place, using obviously rotten core ingredients in their food, we refused the food, they refused to even speak to us, on the way out my friend handed me the keys to their car and said "Take me to Ole Foamy"
Thing is between us and Ole Foamy was a huge freeway known for cops busting you if so much as you don't blinker when proper, like prison time busting you. I hesitated, my freind was encouraging, i said "Uh yeah....one issue: I don't have a license or insurance proof" my freind said "Oh well....then we're walking"
We were then running down the sidewalk of some neighborhood on our hands and tip-toes like Ravenous Bloodfiend vampires in order to train for me driving....(At this time I could hear laughter)
We get to the place Ole Foamy is, which Ole Foamy winds out being a Janitor at a School for the socially awkward and bizarre, we arrive there btw, on our hands and tiptoes, I look up at the most-sane looking student who's got a huge WTF look, and I say "Training to drive." they say "Welcome to B1Z4RR3 B4Z44r, the wi-fi code is B34c0n*"
So we meet up with Ole Foamy who is "Janitoring" a baby's back side with a grocery sack (i have at this point been hearing giggles of joy in the background)
OF asks my buddy to move his Janitor's mop bucket and My friend throws the lever and is then wisked away on a run-away automatic Janitor's mop Bucket at thunderous speed.
My friend finally returns, SOPPPING WET HEAD TO TOE, and looks at Ole Foamy and exclaims "NARBO BAZED BUUUBLY CAHN-JRI-OI BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."(random simolish)
(I woke up LAUGHING MY BUTT OFF)
(((I think I've had too much ESO, RWBY and Sims3 here lately.)))
Post by: Eric Blank on September 19, 2014, 03:19:32 pm
Then I go down to the parking lot to a van that was down there with my family wandering around it, eating popcorn. I get in the van looking for something, and find that there is a black lunchbag sitting against the rear hatch of the van, with the sounds of cooking popcorn emanating from it as it bounced around slightly. Magical popcorn-cooking lunchbag get. Then I see there is half a block of cheddar cheese in the trunk in front of it. When i pick it up it is halfway to molten. I turn around, and in the front seat, staring back at me with the biggest, most bugged-out eyes imaginable is a scrawny woman with short-cropped hair in a grey hoodie. She says, and I quote; "the cheese is for you..." staring at me like I'm an angry bear or something.
So that was a massive wtf.
Dream changed after that, went on to designing a huge dome-shaped building divided into four quadrants. One of which was inhabited by me and my family, and another by the mafia or some shit. I was monkeying around in the mafia's quadrant of the house, saw them down below, and decided that instead of taking the stairs like a sensible human being I would use this strange tree-like sculpture of purple-tinted metal as a fire pole and slide down to talk to them. They take me with them out into the wilderness, up a mountain, looking for something. They left me to guard the trucks and went off, borrowing my backpack for something. There was a bear off the trail there that stood there the entire time and growled menacingly, but otherwise left me alone. When the gangsters came back they had a lot less gear, my pack among what was missing. We went back to town, and I discussed it with my family before we went back out to investigate what they were doing. following the trail, we found my backpack and overturned earth. The backpack had my wallet in it (!?!?) and they had buried something there.
Back at the house there was a staircase leading down into the caverns. The DF caverns. The gangsters went down there, we called the cops (who turned into dwarven soldiers and the dream was suddenly all in ASCII!?) and followed them, and I woke up in the middle of a melee wherein we attempted to apprehend the gangsters.
Post by: Tawa on September 19, 2014, 03:25:43 pm
Should've taken Gate instead of Dominate Monster... :P
Post by: Slayerhero90 on September 19, 2014, 10:11:25 pm
I was interrupted halfway through by my alarm clock and I called it out for being rude and interrupting me when this girl needed to learn how to make BREAD, as if it were something as important as explaining to a theoretical daughter how her body would change.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on September 19, 2014, 10:37:45 pm
wot
Post by: Orange Wizard on September 19, 2014, 10:52:06 pm
Post by: mastahcheese on September 20, 2014, 08:58:43 am
I don't know.
Post by: Tawa on September 20, 2014, 09:01:35 am
Post by: pisskop on September 21, 2014, 08:10:59 am
And then a mallcop shot me as I waited patiently for the escalator to reach its top so I could run again.
Weird dream for a weird night.
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 21, 2014, 11:05:11 am
Apparently, that's when I dropped a logic bomb on them, and responded with something like, "If I'm nothing, then I divide myself by zero."; all kinds of crap went down (like reality shattering, and then converging into itself; and maybe a ROM Check Fail (reality glitching the fuck out) occurring in the process), apparently killing the thing, and keeping me alive at ground zero (maybe I equaled 1, or everything, as a result, and became something?), and my old crew got some sense back in them and returned as if it was a separate timeline (unaware; or a pod-people scenario). Now the real question, were they mind-screwed, or was I? Either which way, I'm rather ballsy and crafty when I feel I have nothing (left) to lose. Beware my suicidal tendencies, because I usually aim to have fun with what I know has a chance of killing me (I'm more a suicidally confident daredevil, than the depressed kind. Or if I fall too deep into depression, I roll-over the ticker until I am joyfully suicidal. I perform far better that way, and I oddly enough, have a high survival rate doing that. Couldn't say the same for the opponent/bystanders.). My wits remind me of how calm and confident I play certain games that yield insurmountable odds, and I still score pretty decently, despite it all. It's like charging after a bunker filled with machine guns, with a sword, and having the better odds of winning, regardless how utterly impractical it is to do (and no grenades either).
On the weather front, high pressures have returned, and I'm cheerful as ever again. I hate how the weather screws with my moods like that.
Post by: birdy51 on September 21, 2014, 09:04:23 pm
Was actually rather uneventful. The moment I "woke up", I decided to try to look at my hands in high definition. Needless to say that failed, but I realized I was dreaming. Success! I was in a hallway, sort of like a dorm hallway. A handful of a girls, about possibly three were just sort of walking through as if to solidify that idea. I recall wanting to change the scene, so I walked down the hallway and tried to imagine myself somewhere else. I failed. So I walked down another one or two corners and found myself in an area like my Library on campus to my surprise. I was on the second floor, and the first floor was just down below so I decided to jump with the knowledge I was dreaming without really thinking.
I fell a tad slower than normal, but when I hit the ground I kind of crumpled and my mind said no, you're waking up now. And so I did. Thus ends my first adventure with lucid dreaming I actually remember.
Post by: Graknorke on September 21, 2014, 09:13:31 pm
I didn't remember this one too well even though it definitely went on for multiple hours, and recollection hasn't got any better through the day.
Post by: birdy51 on September 21, 2014, 09:16:55 pm
Perhaps there are some things that Nicolas Cage would prefer if you forgot.
Post by: MaximumZero on September 21, 2014, 11:23:21 pm
Thus ends my first adventure with lucid dreaming I actually remember.Welcome to the Matrix.
Post by: Biowraith on September 22, 2014, 03:10:12 am
I was at work and someone I used to work with was using my PC, kept telling me they'd be done soon, so I was using a different PC than usual and found some sort of movie editing software on it. For some reason I was trying to find that image trail effect you get in 80s music videos and found an option whose icon made me think it might be just that.
Clicking the preview button resulted in the software generating an entire video: It started out kind of artsy, with the camera panning over a wooden surface, probably a table, in closeup. It was very dark, with pools of light around certain objects as the camera moved around - some marbles, a candle, a pencil, a cup of coffee, etc. Then it got to the preview of the effect I'd selected, which instead of trails was an emboss effect as words rose out of the wood, "<something> presents:" (not sure if I've forgotten the <something> or my brain just couldn't read/create it), then the image of a classic car rises out of the wood and the words "AMIGO CAR" appear.
Intro over, the actual movie started, which involved a robot the size of a house fighting a regular size robot in a Streetfighter-esque scene. The robot the size of a house won in the space of a few seconds.
There was a whole lot more to the dream, work turned out to be my mum & dad's house, my dad had witnessed something disturbing while out for a run, there was some sort of market involving exotic spices and creatures and a basket of kittens... but Amigo Car is the part I can remember most vividly and coherently.
Post by: RedKing on September 22, 2014, 08:28:22 am
This young girl named Milly wakes up in an old Victorian-style hotel, and quickly finds out that it's where everyone in the world goes when they're sleeping. They check into the hotel when they start dreaming, and check out when they wake up. Once they check in, their room morphs into whatever their dream is.
Milly, however, isn't in a room. Somehow she got "unstuck" and never checked out (I think this means she's in a coma in the real world.) This is against the rules, so the proprietor (a large, green, hunchbacked goblin-like thing in a tattered suit) is hunting for her, mostly with his Minions. The Minions are shriveled, blackened things like voodoo dolls with oversized heads and sightless eyes. They are the souls of those who died while asleep, and they form the workforce at the hotel -- porters, cooks, housekeeping, etc. If they bite a dreamer, the dreamer turns into one of them (i.e. they die in their sleep).
At some point, Milly falls asleep in the Dream Hotel, and wakes up in a "purified" version which is made of crystal and light and encounters a group of others like her, that got "unstuck" and are also hiding in various places in the Dream Hotel. This astral meta-hotel is sort of a secret HQ for them to meet and plan and exchange information to help stay safe.
That was about all I remember, but it's definitely fertile ground. I'm looking forward to seeing my daughter flesh out the details and come up with illustrations. :)
Post by: Tawa on September 22, 2014, 05:10:57 pm
"A mi-go Car".FTFY
That red pill went down well, right?Thus ends my first adventure with lucid dreaming I actually remember.Welcome to the Matrix.
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 22, 2014, 05:38:33 pm
Depends, was it supposed to be taken orally?That red pill went down well, right?Thus ends my first adventure with lucid dreaming I actually remember.Welcome to the Matrix.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on September 22, 2014, 05:52:18 pm
Why oh why didn't I take the blue Pill?Depends, was it supposed to be taken orally?That red pill went down well, right?Thus ends my first adventure with lucid dreaming I actually remember.Welcome to the Matrix.
---Seriously i take ablue pill before bed every night that helps me sleep easier, if i don't take it, Rainbow laser chainsaw butterflies and floating rainbow dog heads that moo occur.
Post by: RedKing on September 22, 2014, 07:37:37 pm
..... There are people who take pills HOPING for that kind of stuff. (those pills tend to be illegal...)Why oh why didn't I take the blue Pill?Depends, was it supposed to be taken orally?That red pill went down well, right?Thus ends my first adventure with lucid dreaming I actually remember.Welcome to the Matrix.
---Seriously i take ablue pill before bed every night that helps me sleep easier, if i don't take it, Rainbow laser chainsaw butterflies and floating rainbow dog heads that moo occur.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on September 22, 2014, 08:02:41 pm
I get that and feel for those guys, I truly do despite my condition: in addition to the Mooing floating heads and bizarre butterflies in my head is a bunch of NSFW stuff that's so vivid upon waking they become horrific nightmares as I realize that paradise was a farce...... There are people who take pills HOPING for that kind of stuff. (those pills tend to be illegal...)Why oh why didn't I take the blue Pill?Depends, was it supposed to be taken orally?That red pill went down well, right?Thus ends my first adventure with lucid dreaming I actually remember.Welcome to the Matrix.
---Seriously i take ablue pill before bed every night that helps me sleep easier, if i don't take it, Rainbow laser chainsaw butterflies and floating rainbow dog heads that moo occur.
I also get tortured by similar paradisaical dreams about playing a great video game, or even coming up with an awesome anime concept like that one time i dreamed of Leone the Phoneixian Tigerman who could save people by reversing time with a tuft of his fur and and roar. Sound slame but you should've seen the awesomeness it was.
Plus if in my dreams I would feel/taste/etc i actually register it in my brain. So drinking tea in my dreams, i can tell whether it's sweet or unsweet, black or green, hot or cold, etc.
My dreams are so immersive and often so paradisaical that they often winds out as nightmares, so this blue pill killing them off is the perfect Matrix for me, lol.
Did I mention my dream take on reality-style visuals? So if my favorite Sci-fi Game's vehicles appear in my dream, they look like they would IRL, which is why it's so freaking torturous to wake up if I'm dreaming.
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 22, 2014, 08:14:05 pm
A disability is only one if you choose it to be. (http://youtu.be/jCgUOFHXBOw) I choose to reign over my own brand of insanity; and I invent and MacGuyver with it. How do you like getting a Fibonacci (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fibonacci_number) Bomb dropped on you (explodes in magnitudes of (up to 5 explosions) 1x-1x-2x-3x-5x; to as far as I want it to explode)?
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on September 22, 2014, 08:31:22 pm
That's pretty kickass. I have RL-interpretations of things, including physics-defying stuff (negative-mass objects; like portable portals that you can carry like boxes, and walk/crawl through after placing). I also have full-sensory-perception dreams as well. Some rocking meals I had, even though some looked inedible as all hell. You'd never think a titanic mantis arm (about the size of a baseball bat) would taste like lobster. I think I have been witness to movies and such that never came out, like a proper Alien 3, as "What could have been", and it would have rocked.Well when your mind often fulfills your lifelong dreams using such realistic detail, and then bam your eyes open to find said dreams realized were nothing but subconscious mind betrayals, you get tired of dreaming entirely. You wake up, you scream, you're a grouch to the world because what you thought was real was all an illusion you'd rather live in.
A disability is only one if you choose it to be. (http://youtu.be/jCgUOFHXBOw)
As for dreaming of things I haven't seen/done yet, I dreamed of the end-chapters of ESO's Ebonheart pact and then two days later entered the city of Riften and saw the exact location my dream took place in, slightly prophetic nature, minus the fact this was the EP ending location in my dream. But I saw this locale like it was a real plce from RL, I could even smell the area too. One guard had some bacon-like cologne/or/perfume on...or was cooking bacon one of the two.
When it came out, I couldn't figure out what to do in TLOZ WW's first run of the Fortress, then one night I dreamed about sack racing a WW-style Moblin and getting the goal, then played WW the next day, and the exact course my in-dream Sack race took me on was the exact path I needed to clear that level truly bizarre. (with some minor changes like barrels instead of sacks, but w/e)
Back then though, my dreams were much more tame and often more focused on things I was into instead of things bestowing infinite pleasure upon me.
Now they're flat out torture.
Although nothing is funnier than seeing a Bunny randomly MOO (a few post back if you're wondering), I fear sleeping because even with my meds, I'm about 45% likely to have a NSFW or super-paradisaical dream of such immersive pleasure, waking up will make me A) Scream, B) Cry, C) Be Grumpy all day, or D) any possible combo of the previous three
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 22, 2014, 10:33:15 pm
Always a good environment to use for zeroing-out your dreams: I call it "Endless Beach". A personal Purgatory. Neutral, basic, weather and such can adjust according to mood (think hurricanes, unless you're like me and actually enjoy them). It would help to carry emotively-reactive devices to serve like a mood ring (hell, those things actually fucking work in dreamscapes; same with x-ray glasses and such). I suggest you stop by the Lucid Dreaming thread (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=141496.msg5525301#msg5525301). Take control over your dreams, especially if they're causing you problems. In the meantime, check Life Advice for any other help to further blur the lines between worlds and have some peace of mind again. At least, in this case, the blurring is a good thing.
Post by: hops on September 22, 2014, 10:36:11 pm
I mean, seriously, I'm really close to spending half my life on achieving ability to LD reliably.
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 22, 2014, 10:38:32 pm
I'm probably the most knowledgeable person on lucid dreaming who can't lucid dream for squat.My best advice there would be to relax, and stop trying too hard. It's best to unlearn, relax, and relearn as you fall into place. It'll hit you when you least expect it. Not expecting it is part of how to get it. At least, that's how it usually worked for me. Have a child-like mind when you dream. Think about it, our imaginations have been most vivid when we were kids. Remember how you were back then at it's most potent, and now you've got a path to follow (A supernatural compass, if you will). If you can find and hang out with your inner child, learn from them. Shouldn't be too hard to find or communicate with; after all, they are you.
I mean, seriously, I'm really close to spending half my life on achieving ability to LD reliably.
Post by: hops on September 22, 2014, 10:42:19 pm
Years of practicing LD has made my skepticism pretty honed though. I'm pretty sure I make wry comments on the fact that I am dreaming 90% of the time in a dream. I'm just not lucid enough to take advantage of that knowledge.
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 22, 2014, 10:47:18 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on September 22, 2014, 10:48:30 pm
Post by: birdy51 on September 22, 2014, 10:56:04 pm
I'll keep some of that in mind. I suppose in a way that I'm lucky, I don't really have particularly odd dreams often. Most of my own dreams are about latent control issues, such as not being able to drive a car in the midst of darkness or chronically arriving at places either late or extraordinarily early. I did write one particularly odd dream back down during the summer. I wrote it down and elaborated on it as sort of a short story... Thing... It's kind of corny really, and eventually waking Birdy started writing things to complete the story. A majority of the major events, did happen, but I sort of fluffed the ending as I'm not sure if I ever dreamt the ending or not anymore.
But perhaps it's worth sharing as my other dream was sort lame.
Spoiler: The Girl and the Stones (click to show/hide)
Edit: Just as I was about to go into a dreamstate, I heard a few voices inside my room. Apparently, two classmates of mine snuck in drunk, so I had to get up and usher them out only to discover the door lock was broken. I briefly tell my roommate that the door can't lock and head back to bed. Moments later I realize that this entire sequence was in fact a dream and I wake up. Blasted mind! OBEY!
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on September 23, 2014, 06:18:53 am
I suggest you stop by the Lucid Dreaming thread (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=141496.msg5525301#msg5525301). Take control over your dreams, especially if they're causing you problems. In the meantime, check Life Advice for any other help to further blur the lines between worlds and have some peace of mind again. At least, in this case, the blurring is a good thing.I've actually been working on achieving lucid dreams for quite a while, have had very minor success but any success has had certainly mixed results.
But yeah, Purgatory, good way to describes my dreams: a chunk of paradise so intoxicating, that once you awaken from it, it's a living nightmare.
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 23, 2014, 03:16:15 pm
My interpretation of Purgatory is just that, a neutral environment to balance out everything; or clear some crap out; it's in the name. Essentially, I assign a Ph scale to environmental hostility; so Purgatory (To purge; unlike Limbo, where you see how low you can go) would rate as 6-8 Ph, so basically, it's the water of environments. Heaven can get too intoxicating (or so sweet, looking into it causes diabetes) to the point of causing issues. Or being rather caustic; so, kinda like Bleach, anywhere around 9-14 Ph Base; and Hell is a rather corrosive environment; so naturally, it would rate as rather acidic, so 1-5 Ph Acid. Some knowledge in chemistry helps for scaling stuff like this. At least, makes for a good reference chart. So yeah, Hell = Acid, Limbo and Purgatory are neutrals, and Heaven = Base. Like anything else, too much of any could be fatal; all things best in moderation.I suggest you stop by the Lucid Dreaming thread (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=141496.msg5525301#msg5525301). Take control over your dreams, especially if they're causing you problems. In the meantime, check Life Advice for any other help to further blur the lines between worlds and have some peace of mind again. At least, in this case, the blurring is a good thing.I've actually been working on achieving lucid dreams for quite a while, have had very minor success but any success has had certainly mixed results.
But yeah, Purgatory, good way to describes my dreams: a chunk of paradise so intoxicating, that once you awaken from it, it's a living nightmare.
Spoiler: Speaking of reference charts, here's a couple. (click to show/hide)
Post by: TD1 on September 24, 2014, 11:49:09 am
I have a feeling other stuff happened, but I can't recall them.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on September 24, 2014, 12:32:06 pm
Well, given that assessment, My dreams are often Purgatory in their own right, but on the more heavenly end of purgatory which is honestly how i prefer things to be IRL: Basic, but on the good-end of basic.My interpretation of Purgatory is just that, a neutral environment to balance out everything; or clear some crap out; it's in the name. Essentially, I assign a Ph scale to environmental hostility; so Purgatory (To purge; unlike Limbo, where you see how low you can go) would rate as 6-8 Ph, so basically, it's the water of environments. Heaven can get too intoxicating (or so sweet, looking into it causes diabetes) to the point of causing issues. Or being rather caustic; so, kinda like Bleach, anywhere around 9-14 Ph Base; and Hell is a rather corrosive environment; so naturally, it would rate as rather acidic, so 1-5 Ph Acid. Some knowledge in chemistry helps for scaling stuff like this. At least, makes for a good reference chart. So yeah, Hell = Acid, Limbo and Purgatory are neutrals, and Heaven = Base. Like anything else, too much of any could be fatal; all things best in moderation.I suggest you stop by the Lucid Dreaming thread (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=141496.msg5525301#msg5525301). Take control over your dreams, especially if they're causing you problems. In the meantime, check Life Advice for any other help to further blur the lines between worlds and have some peace of mind again. At least, in this case, the blurring is a good thing.I've actually been working on achieving lucid dreams for quite a while, have had very minor success but any success has had certainly mixed results.
But yeah, Purgatory, good way to describes my dreams: a chunk of paradise so intoxicating, that once you awaken from it, it's a living nightmare.Spoiler: Speaking of reference charts, here's a couple. (click to show/hide)
Awakening from them is what causes the nightmare-screams/wails, they're so enjoyable that opening my eyes is like the worst thing that could happen to me, a living Hell made corporeal. This i suppose is fair balance to the super-enjoyment I just went through...hence, the purgatory, but the Hellish feeling goes away pretty quick, though it makes me feel terrible and the enjoyment never leaves my mind, hence more-heaven-end of purgatory.
I still remember some weird dreams I had as a kid, Like the documentary of giant Silkworms eating black leaves near an active volcano under a red sky.
The red sky however isn't unusual, Red Skies, Orange Sun, and Black-to-Gunmetal-Gray color clouds are the normal for skies in my Dream. Blue crescent moon as well, with the Sun or moon being in 5'oclock or 10'oclock positions with Sun for AM and Moon for PM. Also while I'm on this I feel I should mention Wind is always gentle in my dreams, enough to pick up petals and papers and etc, but never anywhere near destructive-speeds. Also rain in my dreams comes from the Gunmetal-gray clouds.
Post by: mastahcheese on September 25, 2014, 01:40:42 pm
Other destruction occured, but I don't remember them well.
Lucid dreams for me turn violent very fast.
Post by: birdy51 on September 25, 2014, 05:14:42 pm
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on September 25, 2014, 07:39:07 pm
Hrm. I may try listening to music tonight while powering down and see if it effects anything. Nothing like brainwave stuff though. Just some relaxing classical, if I can find a good symphony.I'm starting to think my dreams gain stability from hearing music while I sleep. I've tried listening to it before going to sleep, but no real luck. Why I don't keep it going while alseep is I don't have a good stereo and my MP3 player Headphones are uncomfortable to lay down in.
Even if I had a decent stereo, I'd have to solve getting music I like to play on it.
But I do recall dreams from night where music played in the room much more clearly than ones from nights where there wasn't any music.
Like my giant silkworm documentary dream was done with music, but my Bunny-MOO dream is very...vague in my memory and was to music before sleeping with no music while sleeping.
Post by: gman8181 on September 25, 2014, 07:57:24 pm
My dreams are becoming increasingly disturbing actually... think it's anxiety or something...
Post by: birdy51 on September 26, 2014, 06:17:15 am
Spoiler: Dream 1 (click to show/hide)
That dream ended fairly quickly, but was followed up by another. It had loose continuation from the last dream; my mind was equating the fugitive of the previous dream to be the protagonist of this one. Even though they seem to be two entirely different characters?
Spoiler: Dream 2 (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Dream 3 (click to show/hide)
Final verdict, I would call the Tchaikovsky test a success. It worked out rather nicely if I may say so myself and I got a few healthy dreams in that I can actually write on. Nothing bad happened to my dream self either, save for a few nasty looks being a Kobold/Khajit/Cat-thing. Probably the first time my dream ever changed perspective completely like that come to think of it... Usually I do dream that I am myself, but I guess this was an exception.
Post by: IronTomato on September 29, 2014, 12:14:11 pm
Speaking of which, I've been playing Megaman X too much, because I dreamt that I had a Z-Saber, could jump extremely high, and also could do Zero's ground punch. There was a lot of wrecking things and cutting things. My brain must be pretty bloodthirsty.
/me smacks himself in the head, lightly tapping the target
Post by: Itnetlolor on September 29, 2014, 02:28:55 pm
I think I explored my ship for a bit, and I keep forgetting how snazzy it looked inside (you thought the outside looked pretty; inside is even cooler); not to mention, thanks to a dimensional manipulator device, the physics within are all kinds of screwball. Windows inside the ship that are able to look outside, doorways that lead nowhere that lead where you need to go (screw elevators and such (though we still have them in case the 4D-μ (which can also be used to dilate time so the crew can get a full night's rest and heal/or have R&R mid-battle) screws up or is non-functional for the time being), we can go from one part of the ship to another through express non-euclidean doorways; just give a courtesy heads-up to anyone else that might be using it as well. Speaking of which, our brig has an option of being an endless loop hallway (unless the warden/captain decides to cut it loose, and make it connect to the main hall again), so even if you DO escape, you're still trapped inside (every doorway out leads back to the brig; think of the game Antichamber (http://store.steampowered.com/app/219890/)). Just for kicks, we can also play some Benny Hill music or something if they persist on escaping the infinite hallway, only to continue failing. Hell, even security held drinking games based on what the prisoners do as they're trying to wrap their heads around what the hell's going on. The ship is like a TARDIS, despite being the size of a cruise ship, it's even bigger on the inside than the outside; even the hangars are relatively small from the outside, but are as spacious as the ship's wingspan on the inside; so we can store quite a number of ships. Even relatively large ones nearly the size of airliners or private jets (N-Eu gateways bigger than the hangar doors are usually summoned to cram them inside). This thing is insane, and I designed it; the engineering is something else entirely, as you already heard.
Of course, I think I spent more of my dream on the upper deck's tavern, chilling out with the crew, which had those same dream girls listed as part of said crew. Good way to pass some dream time after watching a pretty entertaining battle in the sky. The ship didn't use any of it's weapons, however. It didn't seem necessary; though watching a hailstorm of auto-cannon fire, as well as a holy/arcane-amplified particle accelerator (or Dao/Tao (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tao)-Cannon (Often mistaken as Tau); AKA- Yin-Yang cannon (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4f/Pakua_with_frame.svg) (firing both holy (white beams of light; sounds like angelic choirs)/arcane (black beams of blight; sounds like screams of the damned) shots simultaneously, or one or another individually)) is something else entirely. Angel or Demon (including building/city/county-sized monstrosities that carry same titles (like in NGE), either way, you're getting fried by this. Even if you're holy wearing arcane, or arcane wearing holy, you'll still get fried; and it has the intensity of a nuclear weapon amplified like a laser cannon. In summary: This is gonna hurt if it hits you, regardless who or what you are. I didn't name it Excalibur for nothing. Anyone who faces it is called a fool (http://media.animevice.com/uploads/3/33346/642938-fools_soul_eater_31966265_1680_1050.jpg). I think I made this thing (idea and art) nearly a decade ago, or half that, at least.
I didn't get to explore the rest of the ship before waking up; but I had fun with my crew there, and it was pretty outside (Dual-full moon in the dead of night). Felt like I was on a cruise ship while on board (even in the sky, you get the sea-leg feeling; despite having an inertial stabilizer on board); I didn't check out the rec room, but if I recall how it would be, it's like a VR simulation ground, or holodeck, and we adapted Unreal Tournament into it as a training/sparring ground. I wish it was real. Anyone would enjoy the experience of being on board it.
Post by: itisnotlogical on September 29, 2014, 02:53:36 pm
Post by: birdy51 on September 29, 2014, 03:49:18 pm
Can't say much interesting happen, other than I did apparently dream that I was sad that I didn't dream that night, which was a lie because I was dreaming as I dreamt the fact that I wasn't dreaming.
What game are you playing at subconscious!?!
Post by: Greiger on September 29, 2014, 04:31:32 pm
This happened at least 4 times last night.
Comon dream brain, don't I work enough already?
Post by: Defacto on September 29, 2014, 04:36:08 pm
Then I dreamt about attractive women bathing in waterfalls. That was a much nicer dream.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 01, 2014, 01:37:54 am
We all go through various horror stories to mixed success, ranging from skinwalkers in the woods to being trapped in the expanse of the ocean alone until we get to me and my story. A simple one, all about how in my early childhood on the festival of the hungry ghosts currents dragged me out to the deeps where I would have drowned had a glorious man not dived in and ruined his business suit to pull me up from the waters, thereby crossing my name off of the hungry ghost's list... But leaving everyone else in the room still on it. Then I woke up to the panic of sloshing tea only to find my tea remained holistically in its mug where I last left off drinking it.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on October 01, 2014, 02:46:25 pm
I was more panicked that morning than I was when I thought there was an actual fire in the building at my elementary school.
Post by: Spehss _ on October 02, 2014, 12:27:44 am
Dude didn't steal anything. Just put the guitars on top of the car. For some reason. Just, like, broke in and moved stuff around, left the guitars in the cases on top of the car roof. Took the change from the cupholders but that was all.
Weirdest crime ever. It even confuzzled dream me.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on October 02, 2014, 01:13:16 pm
I was sad, I was frustrated.
It was terrifying.
Post by: Mesa on October 02, 2014, 01:17:14 pm
Then it turned into a first-person shooter with muskets. Not sure what that was about.
Also I somehow managed to hang my headphones on the gun's "scope" (which was just a lens, really), because that totally works before I walked off and woke up.
I'd play that game.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on October 02, 2014, 05:27:00 pm
In the dream she was a blue but from what I could make out she resembled Glenda Goodwitch from RWBY.
But that's all I remember.
Post by: birdy51 on October 02, 2014, 07:40:07 pm
I recently had a dream where I restarted my computer and it magically switched to Windows 8 from 7.
I was sad, I was frustrated.
It was terrifying.
You poor, poor innocent soul. :(
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on October 02, 2014, 09:15:41 pm
It's not that bad, ya whiners. ::)
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on October 03, 2014, 07:21:08 am
They began two campfires in my lawn, one to cook chips, the other dip. The fires didn't burn the grass despite being directly on it.
Later they gave me one final chance to decide, to which I asked "Why go with you guys?" the Said "Dual wielding. VIDEO GAMES, What more could you want?" I didn't reply right then and they reached their head-back time, they began to pack up, I decided to go and I said goodbye to my mom and let her know the reason I waited so close to missing my chance is cause I didn't wanna leave her all alone.
I got in their car and we went to High Rule The Shiniest Cafe, where I'd meet the guy who organized all this...
But I woke up before ever seeing who was.
Post by: IronTomato on October 03, 2014, 08:34:52 am
It was terrifying. For some reason, DreamTomato found this absolutely fucking terrifying, to such a degree that he shook like crazy, almost like he was intensifying. He shook so much he fell on the floor and couldn't stand up, then the dream ended.
Post by: pisskop on October 03, 2014, 09:00:16 am
'So with her pale pale skin she could be classified as an indoor wife'
Not sure what to do with that . . .
Post by: Itnetlolor on October 03, 2014, 09:49:51 am
Post by: Spehss _ on October 06, 2014, 09:32:06 am
So, first one, there's some high school girl who's so good at bass guitar and such a big fan of Iced Earth that they pick her up for a tour. So she's going around on tour with Iced Earth. ...And I was apparently geeking out over her. So she must've been good.
Second one, there's this weird video game-esque powerpuff girls meets power armor meets anime plot meets Kill la Kill levels of awesome and wardrobe design. 5 teenage girls with magic powers and power armor. Some bad guy. Stuff happens. Seem to recall lasers and robots and explosions. Most I remember was the general feeling of "this shit is so awesome I'm geeking out like with the bass guitar girl."
Post by: Ultimuh on October 06, 2014, 04:30:47 pm
Second one, there's this weird video game-esque powerpuff girls meets power armor meets anime plot meets Kill la Kill levels of awesome and wardrobe design. 5 teenage girls with magic powers and power armor. Some bad guy. Stuff happens. Seem to recall lasers and robots and explosions. Most I remember was the general feeling of "this shit is so awesome I'm geeking out like with the bass guitar girl.
Write as much as you remember down and try to present the idea to.. uuh.. maybe Adult Swim or something?
Post by: Spehss _ on October 06, 2014, 04:42:56 pm
Unfortunately by this point all I remember is a blur of anime girls in skimpy power armor and...action. Or something. Can't remember the plot or the character's names or anything. I could probably flesh the idea out myself in the waking world but it probably wouldn't be exactly as I thought up in the dream.Second one, there's this weird video game-esque powerpuff girls meets power armor meets anime plot meets Kill la Kill levels of awesome and wardrobe design. 5 teenage girls with magic powers and power armor. Some bad guy. Stuff happens. Seem to recall lasers and robots and explosions. Most I remember was the general feeling of "this shit is so awesome I'm geeking out like with the bass guitar girl.
Write as much as you remember down and try to present the idea to.. uuh.. maybe Adult Swim or something?
Post by: hops on October 06, 2014, 05:19:13 pm
Post by: Tawa on October 06, 2014, 05:21:09 pm
Post by: pisskop on October 06, 2014, 05:21:55 pm
I had this trippy dream last night where I tried (and failed) to teach an illiterate woman named Claudette how to spell her own name while she mocked the education system.She showed you.
I won a championship at sword fights. Obviously this would be a dream because I never win at anything.You won at being awesome
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on October 06, 2014, 07:25:57 pm
I was science experiment made by my grandmother, 003 for me, I was to help 001/002 and 004/005 learn how to play with kittens and 006 learn how to act like a dog,
We even had Haro from Gundam to help chart our progress.
I messed up and a 2-dimensional mech pilot showed up from the wall became a scorpion and did this cha-cha-like dance as a form of mental torture'
Then it changed to a bizarre NSFW harem dream where members of the harem all looked exactly alike and wouldn't let me move even my eyelids to simply blink.
then i woke up, thankfully before the NSFW one got nightmarish.
Post by: hops on October 07, 2014, 06:49:27 am
That would be another dream :PI won a championship at sword fights. Obviously this would be a dream because I never win at anything.You won at being awesome
Post by: Spehss _ on October 07, 2014, 09:21:48 am
It was weiiiiiird. Was kinda intersting, girl-me had different mental reactions to situations guy-me would be ok with, like being around other guys suddenly became way more intimidating.
Anyway, it was pretty surreal.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on October 07, 2014, 01:23:00 pm
Had a weird dream where I turned into a girl. Not just where you wake up one morning and "oh look, I'm a girl now," but I literally got to look down and watch my chest develop breasts in an unnaturally quick length of time. I metamorphosised. Metamorphed. Metamorphosizzled.I had an actually similar dream back on Thursday morning.
It was weiiiiiird. Was kinda intersting, girl-me had different mental reactions to situations guy-me would be ok with, like being around other guys suddenly became way more intimidating.
Anyway, it was pretty surreal.
I'll briefly preface all that follows by saying that I'm not entirely certain what my gender identity would best be described as, but basically, I'm fine with the prospect of being anything. I only refer to myself as male because it's the body I've got. Additionally, this dream's least logical moments were in the mechanics of time.
So, I evidently qualified for a sex change operation and went through with it before the dream started. When it started, I was on my way home from recovery (I believe going under the knife and being sent home happened in the same day for whatever reason) and I was told to stop by the Albertson's near my home.
Now, dream!me needed to use the restroom. Real!me has a hard time realizing something important happened to them recently and this carried over into the dream. I managed to forget that my genitals were entirely different now. I remembered to walk into the women's restroom, though. It was equipped with a urinal (probably because dream!Grand Junction Albertson's was trying to be accepting to transgender women who've not yet had the modification) and I forgot that I could no longer use it. A large mess was made on my legs in the dream (thankfully not in real life) and everyone was laughing at me. Fighting off a panic attack, I went to the entrance of the bathroom, convinced that there was a shower in it. I made the mistake of asking a very short security guard where the showers were with ill-fitting, piss-soaked jeans and he probably mistook me for a homeless mentally disabled individual because he called another officer over and told me to stand right where I was. I immediately ran off.
Moving forward some amount of time and somehow I'm younger and still going to school, but I've still gone through the surgery. I'm walking through a hall near the cafeteria and it's uncomfortably full of students. I eavesdrop on someone else's conversation and evidently Tawni (my current and first girlfriend, we've been together for a week and and half at this point) and I have broken up, she being the initiator (not sure why anybody would even be talking about that; we're not very well-known people and I'm not even sure if anybody else even knows we're together in real life). Seconds later, I hear the voice of a transgender student who stopped going to school last year (their name was Destiny when they left, I'm not sure if they've proceeded farther into masculinity and changed their name or edged away from it, so they're a they for now). Destiny asks who I am in a pleasantly surprised tone, likely recognizing me because I'm still wearing the same clothes in the dream that I wore last year, when they still went to my school, namely a thin maroon hoodie with a white inside. I turn around to face them and they smile at me, but I then turn back around because I really don't feel like crashing into someone/a lockercase. The moment I turn around, I feel an indigo hoodie fall onto my back as a gift from Destiny. The second part ends after I thank them.
There was a third part but I don't remember it all that well. I was in the office of a therapist I went to twice, once to accompany Dad, the second time because it was deemed necessary that I go. I went to this therapist like three years ago, but I remember the office perfectly. Anyway, in the dream, I do not recall why, but Destiny, Tawni, and a few friends from anime club were there. I now nothing else of this act three.
My dreams have two settings:
- Do I even dream anymore..?
- TERRIFYING CLARITY AND REALISM HOLY FUCK WAS THAT AN EXPERIENCE
This is one of my three clearest dreams I've ever had.
Post by: Arx on October 08, 2014, 03:00:17 am
The first was that on a good roll (?), he could teleport a saber directly into my chest. This happened once, but I survived and ran away, using my mad parkour skills (?) to leap over a two meter high spiked palisade fence topped with barbed wire. This led into a small enclosure where I found something that did something that was useful.
The second was that he summoned forty thousand monkeys (this is the exact number. He claimed they were from the Johannesburg zoo). There were monkeys everywhere, and for some reason this caused every driver to drive in reverse. The monkeys splattered when hit. Again, I ended up running and jumping the same fence to get something else.
It was entertaining.
Post by: Putnam on October 08, 2014, 03:32:41 am
I have an obsession...
Post by: nomoetoe on October 08, 2014, 10:40:07 pm
Post by: Spehss _ on October 08, 2014, 10:49:56 pm
I had a dream in which I became female, except I would put a rag over various parts of my body and they would turn feminine, then towards the end spongebob and squidward appeared, and I was a guy again and spongebob turned me into a yellow plastic humanoid thing.wot
what pepperoni pizza were you smoking before bed and where can I get some
Post by: 4maskwolf on October 09, 2014, 12:00:04 am
Wait, you can get dreams like that from smoking pepperoni pizza?I had a dream in which I became female, except I would put a rag over various parts of my body and they would turn feminine, then towards the end spongebob and squidward appeared, and I was a guy again and spongebob turned me into a yellow plastic humanoid thing.wot
what pepperoni pizza were you smoking before bed and where can I get some
Let me go to the fridge...
Post by: birdy51 on October 09, 2014, 07:17:42 am
...Where the hell is the nearest Dominos or something...
Post by: Eric Blank on October 09, 2014, 11:55:49 am
Post by: Arx on October 09, 2014, 12:04:38 pm
Post by: birdy51 on October 09, 2014, 12:59:45 pm
Post by: Cptn Kaladin Anrizlokum on October 09, 2014, 02:19:08 pm
(I don't dream, so I don't know)
Post by: birdy51 on October 09, 2014, 03:32:32 pm
Speaking of which... I'm going to experiment with music tonight and the next few nights though and see what happens. I have a CD of Debussy ready and I'm curious how it effects my dream state. Tchaikovsky induced something methinks, so I'm going to have a little fun and see how music effects how I sleep. Perhaps some kinds of music work really well, but it will take a night or two to get any kind of constructive data.
Impressionism, go!
EDIT: Debussy was a mild success. I dreamed last night. It was an odd dream.
There was a Music Theory Test that I was taking in a classroom. A friend that I recognized and I were both taking it. No one else was in sight. Without me realizing it, the scene changes and I'm sitting in my kitchen at home still taking the test. Only now it has become Algebraic equations that I was still mentally equating with theory. Algebraic equations are not my forte, and I grow frustrated My friend finishes his test and disappears for the rest of a dream. Then things get vaguely odd.
A cat appears out of nowhere. I don't remember this cat anymore but my notes mention me somewhere and somehow adopting a cat. Then I hear another cat at the glassdoor window. I flip on the light to the porch to see a black cat sitting there sort of staring at me. My first instinct? That cat better get off my porch. So I stomp on the ground and move towards it to try to scare it away. Didn't happen. It instead leapt at the window whilst making some kind of ungodly cat noise more demonic than cat and bounced off. It stared me down from beyond the safety of the window. I felt enmity against the cat.
Then I woke up.
Post by: nomoetoe on October 11, 2014, 03:56:48 am
I was in a museum/hotel with some people, suddenly there's a t-rex and it starts chasing us, so I grab a random woman jumped off from the 3rd story of the building and slid down the wall and went into a small room with 2 other people. At this point the woman turns into a bottle of pills so I get a pill out and one of the people in the room with me licks the pill and I drop it. The pill turned into the woman I saved. I then woke up.
Post by: Arx on October 11, 2014, 04:04:37 am
Post by: Itnetlolor on October 11, 2014, 06:10:27 pm
As for a recent dream, I dreamed of a weird version of my old job. Same thing, same job, same annoyances, different layout of the van from what I can remember. What the hell, brain?
Post by: TD1 on October 11, 2014, 09:29:17 pm
I dreamed I was making beef and onion stew. It was absolutely delicious, and I now want a beef and onion pie.
Steak and kidney.
That's what you want.
Get it right.
Also, my Dream: I was solving puzzles. I had a feeling of satisfaction at each one I completed. Upon being woken, I tried quite hard to stay in the dream, too. Don't remember what the puzzles were.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on October 11, 2014, 10:08:23 pm
I couldn't see shit out of them.
Post by: birdy51 on October 12, 2014, 10:35:10 am
I dreamt that my little brother stole my glasses and deep-fried them.
I couldn't see shit out of them.
Little brothers do the darndest things.
I dreamt that someone barged into my dormroom at night. I screamed, or at least I tried to but the muscles in my throat didn't work. Regardless, the person backed off and the result of the fail-scream was that I actually went lucid. Still panicking however in my dreamstate, I reached for my gun in my holster. I do not actually have a gun or a holster nor do I know how to shoot one, but screw reality. I walked out into the hallway to a sort of house like area as opposed to my normal dorm hallways. I dart around a little bit looking for the person who barged into my room and ended up shooting him and a few people. Oddly enough it was someone I knew and I may have shot a kid.
On reflection this bothers me a little bit. :(
Blergh. Debussy is becoming a bad influence on me.
Post by: pisskop on October 12, 2014, 10:52:09 am
I was apparently cold lat night, as I had a dream of me curled up an dreaming. I wasn't privy to my dream, just watched me sleep.
Post by: nomoetoe on October 12, 2014, 12:45:25 pm
I barely remember the first one. But I remember a part where I was trying to stop this woman from doing something I knew would harm her, she started freaking out, and when I grabbed her by the shoulders she turned into a red goblin with intense eyes. I smiled at her, she smiled at me then we kissed.
In my next dream I was at the home of someone I know, by doing some weird thing I gained immense power, I floated up into the air formed a big blue transparent ball of energy, I was about to go on a rampage to destroy the world! Then Jesus appeared and said "I'm sorry but you can't have those powers." I felt much power leave me and all I could do was barely hover above the ground.
I tried a few times to get my powers back, but every time I got close something went wrong, such as a 3D map exploding and giant zombies coming out of the rubble. Towards the end of the dream I got new weaker powers and I was fighting a flying gangster.
I eventually beat the gangster, but he called the boss in, storm clouds suddenly appeared, the wind blew and lightning lit up the sky, then an old man with a sledge hammer flew over to me and we fought. I don't remember much of the fight but I remember winning. I then was in a barber shop, I talked with some people there. I woke up
Post by: Spehss _ on October 13, 2014, 07:14:56 am
In the dream he was much bigger and heavier than he was when he was put down. Apparently we (me and my parents) were there to decide which afterlife he'd get, whether it was a doggie heaven type place or a doggie hall of fame where a single artifact is chosen as a representation of your dog's life and history and put on display.
I don't remember what we picked. I do remember cuddling Buster a bunch tho. He looked super happy to see us. we were happy to see him. We were in this big green field.
'twas a bittersweet dream. ;^; I wish it was real.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on October 13, 2014, 10:37:59 am
-snap-/me casts Hug
Post by: Spehss _ on October 13, 2014, 12:11:36 pm
Uh, thanks. Just typing that out earlier made my eyes start leaking. Like, alot.-snap-/me casts Hug
Reading it again made my eyes start leaking again. Bluh, emotions.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on October 13, 2014, 01:14:01 pm
That immediately let me know it was a dream as my father would never do anything of the sort with another guy...thankfully I woke up after seeing that, but sadly I can't forget the image.
Had another one about the characters I like, this time, it featured the same 7 Female characters as before, but it was like a semi-mid-quel showing a detail I hadn't seen before: there were other characters in teams, Males and Females both, but each team was 8 people each team having it's own M-to-F ratio, and we were all fighting that same weird being. but before the dream elaborated on why my 7 Allies and I were the final-fight heroes, I woke up. Good to know though that that dream honors all the characters I like, Male or Female lol.
And finally last night...I dreamed of purple Hazy skies....no clue as to why, and the grass around me was white...seen in a mirror. No clue why I was laying on grass though as that's something I'd never do.
Post by: birdy51 on October 14, 2014, 09:50:01 am
Post by: Spehss _ on October 14, 2014, 01:06:37 pm
Alright, this time I'm in a pharmacy, getting medications or prescriptions or something. The whole time I'm doing this, the pharmaceutical clerk dude keeps looking behind me and grimacing. Finally there's this moment where his face contorts into an expression of absolute horror. I put a hand on his shoulder -an oddly friendly gesture for me to use on an otherwise complete stranger- and ask "What's been bothering you this whole time, friend?" (Again, I'm being strangely comforting and friendly to a person I've never met.)
He continues staring at something behind me and says "Don't turn around. There's a ghost."
As soon as he says that, all the lights in the building abruptly turn off. I turn on my heels -obviously breaking the clerk's caution of not turning around- and make a run for it. I run straight into this...sensation. Cold warmth taking hold inside me, tingling, slight pain, this feeling of otherness that is not me or my thoughts, for lack of a better term. I experience this moment of dread and terror as I think that I've run right into the ghost, who was behind me the whole time, and now it's inside me.
I think to myself that I should wake up. I wake up, and experience the same sort of sleep paralysis as the last time I had a dream involving some unnamed and undescribed "ghost". My eyelids flicker rapidly, I can't move, I'm in a cold sweat, and the cold warm feeling of otherness inside me from my dream persists a bit. the whole episode lasts maybe one or two seconds before it all goes away.
This occurred roughly the same time the last dream+sleep paralysis thing happened. In my dorm in college, at about 6:00 in the morning.
Maybe my room is haunted. Ha. Ha. Riiiiiiight. Weird coincidence though. I've never had any moments of sleep paralysis before coming to college and staying in this dorm.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 14, 2014, 01:45:26 pm
Post by: Spehss _ on October 14, 2014, 10:21:42 pm
Yeah, it may be useful for the next Steam sale.Don't worry, it probably only wants your soul. You don't need a soul, right?He probably shouldn't give him his soul. They can be very useful sometimes.
Post by: Tawa on October 14, 2014, 10:56:40 pm
... You did read the Terms of Agreement, right?
Post by: hops on October 15, 2014, 03:29:24 am
I dreamt that my little brother stole my glasses and deep-fried them.This remind me of how you can deep fry everything in Space Station 13.
I couldn't see shit out of them.
Post by: birdy51 on October 15, 2014, 07:43:08 am
I dreamt that my little brother stole my glasses and deep-fried them.This remind me of how you can deep fry everything in Space Station 13.
I couldn't see shit out of them.
Delicious, delicious glasses.
Post by: Itnetlolor on October 15, 2014, 12:22:02 pm
It was like some greater entity was shaming me for taking a rest, relaxing, calming down from rather intense work time from my old job. Essentially, I'm being guilt tripped out of being an easy-going person that is still all-around helpful and useful; and basically, any aspect of being a kind, courteous, and generally decent person is looked upon as utterly worthless quality, and non-deserving of being a functioning member of society. In a sense, it was like reality decided to hunt me down, and clip whatever wings I had regrowing in my good nature. In a sense of being, if I was in any way an angelic being (from simple cherub to full-on seraph), my wings were being trimmed, without regard for how much of the wing was being trimmed. In a sense, my wings would be bleeding, they got cut too short for a simple "flightless clipping", to outright malicious or sadistic levels of trimming, as if flight is not an option, but the wings will stay as dead weight; and pain will be felt any time they're even considered to be used; the thought even hurts, sans actual usage.
I wonder what kind(s) of hostile forces are after me, if any? And why is it always on October this bullshit happens? I gotta redeploy some spirit traps, and honey-pot some nasty beings into existential traps (like the BS I've been hit with several times this month); hit them with their own handiwork. Not to get my ego worked up again, but where dream worlds, and my spirit are concerned, I'm the last person to piss off; especially after rebounding from a depression, and I find the source of it. May God have mercy on whatever you are, because I surely will not.
EDIT:
Considering I got myself back into an old exercise regimen I haven't done in eons, I guess I was my own worst enemy after all; because I'm still fatigued from working on my endurance doing some jogging for a couple miles (Google Earth helped in posting personal mile-markers (reference markers, like certain buildings or locations/streets/walkways on the beach. Really helps, if using an exercise guide for reference) for self-measurement for distance ran, since I don't like carrying my phone for such things (I want to enjoy nature as I run/go for a walk)), and I had a decent dream (no memory of it, but I don't feel like crap like before). Just as well, I'm overcoming those mini self-doubt feelings that ping once in awhile more effectively. Maybe I was going drill-sergeant on myself to get my ass moving again. I'll see if this, along with the season change (massive low-pressure system knocked me into a hell of a depression, again; today's pleasant now), have anything to do with it.
As far as I can interpret, I was lazy with no good reason for being lazy; and I was beating myself up for that. Now that my calves are sore from all the running, I have a reason to be a lazy-ass as I rest and recover. Coming up with activities to keep me busy is on my priority list for the time being. Been solving puzzles and coming up with various mini-projects in the meantime. Just as well, I'm making myself useful around the house, if needed.
Post by: SaberToothTiger on October 16, 2014, 08:12:17 am
So, among other weird dreams, I had a dream that I was pregnant. It was... Interesting.Like... "Junior"?
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on October 16, 2014, 04:18:49 pm
Why did I run, you may be wondering?
THE FIRE HAD TURNED INTO SOME SORT OF ELEMENTAL DEMON OF HATRED AND WAS CHASING ME
FUCK YOU, FIRE
FUCK YOOOOOU
Post by: SaberToothTiger on October 16, 2014, 04:40:34 pm
Nevermind. I just remembered that not every single person on bay 12 is a man. I will go sit in my barrel for another 5 years, we'll see will that help.???So, among other weird dreams, I had a dream that I was pregnant. It was... Interesting.Like... "Junior"?
And by Junior I meant the Arnold Schwarzenegger comedy.
Post by: Tawa on October 17, 2014, 10:50:14 pm
The new thing was quite possibly just as disturbing as the original.
I'll let you draw your own conclusions as to what [REDACTED] was.
Post by: hops on October 18, 2014, 04:45:39 am
Post by: birdy51 on October 18, 2014, 01:11:24 pm
Post by: TD1 on October 18, 2014, 01:14:19 pm
Post by: birdy51 on October 18, 2014, 03:08:57 pm
Geology Textbook?
Surely nothing as horrible as that!
Post by: MaximumZero on October 18, 2014, 03:11:49 pm
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on October 18, 2014, 03:13:47 pm
SCP-140?SCP-001?
jesus that was a creepy read
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on October 18, 2014, 04:13:15 pm
The dream was lucid in the regard that I could influence the appearance of each mentioned character and how/where the appeared in the dream. But man it was bizarre.
Next I had a dream about Borderlands, basically influenced by the fact that I just crunched 4 days' time of playing the PreSequel, but in the dream I was some kind of Vault-hunting AI installed into a prune. No idea why.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 19, 2014, 10:37:35 am
Geology Textbook?
Surely nothing as horrible as that!
Having studied geology I must say that I find your lack of love for reading about rocks disturbing.
I had a very disturbing dream last night, though. I was out providing water to the horses when a small, fast-moving cloud of dust descended from the sky and landed at my feet. The beige colored dust immediately began evaporating (???) and I decided to get my camera and grab some picks before it evaporated completely. But then I noticed there were these large lumps of mud squirming around in it. When the dust evaporated, I could see they were women, covered from head to toe in a layer of mud, visibly regurgitating the stuff. I went to get my father because he's of course a trained nurse and would know what to do to help, but he told me he couldn't see anything. Like, nothing. But he could see the images on my camera clearly. So I wasn't totally crazy, right? Right!? Well, they were apparently all succubi, and most of them ran off and left one to terrorize me.
Dream ended after that, something woke me up.
Post by: Slayerhero90 on October 19, 2014, 12:04:26 pm
And then everything burned to the ground because the ghost of an engineer's son lost his glove and his toolbox ???
Post by: Arx on October 19, 2014, 01:35:59 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on October 19, 2014, 01:50:54 pm
Post by: birdy51 on October 20, 2014, 08:42:31 am
The trials of sleep! Dorms are not good for this kind of stuff.
Post by: IronTomato on October 20, 2014, 09:37:53 am
I'll let you draw your own conclusions as to what [REDACTED] was.Twilight?
Post by: miauw62 on October 22, 2014, 07:54:11 am
10/10 dream would dream again
Post by: Zanzetkuken The Great on October 22, 2014, 08:05:33 am
I'll let you draw your own conclusions as to what [REDACTED] was.Twilight?
Can't be. There wasn't near enough destruction listed.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on October 22, 2014, 08:12:54 am
You bowled the dice, they rolled, your score being based on the 3 d6s' average.
--inspiration: I have been wanting to play DnD and go bowling, also BL TPS had a pokemon-ref quest of which I did shortly before going to bed that night, lol.
I didn't recall any dreams from last night, which is highly unusual for me in general but was probably because I was too tired to do so, I also overslept by about 2.5 hours, and as i didn't recall any dream, none were lucid which any form of lucid dreaming is my main reason for oversleeping.
Post by: Yoink on October 22, 2014, 08:38:03 am
Non lucid dream spent in a movie about punching Will Farrell. Will Farrell had found a genie lamp, and wished to sound smarter. So, I was magically assigned to him. He'd spout one of his traditional dumbass one liners, and I'd come out of nowhere to punch him in the face. Every. Single. Time. Even if he was running or hiding. Even if it was delayed a little bit, which was usually pretty funny.Yes. So much yes. That actually seems like a movie that would be a huge hit, both with fans of Will Farrell and people who loathe him.
I had one line in the movie. At the end, he's trying to get the girl, and makes a smartass comment. I ninja-appear behind him, and he turns around and flinches. I pat him on the head and say, "That was actually pretty clever, but I'm still watching."
Do eet.
This has been several weeks ago, but I had a vivid dream that my daughter now wants to develop into a illustrated kids book (which is pretty awesome)....Wow. Yep, that would make an excellent picture book. Tell us when your daughter gets it published! ^-^
This young girl named Milly wakes up in an old Victorian-style hotel, and quickly finds out that it's where everyone in the world goes when they're sleeping. They check into the hotel when they start dreaming, and check out when they wake up. Once they check in, their room morphs into whatever their dream is.
Milly, however, isn't in a room. Somehow she got "unstuck" and never checked out (I think this means she's in a coma in the real world.) This is against the rules, so the proprietor (a large, green, hunchbacked goblin-like thing in a tattered suit) is hunting for her, mostly with his Minions. The Minions are shriveled, blackened things like voodoo dolls with oversized heads and sightless eyes. They are the souls of those who died while asleep, and they form the workforce at the hotel -- porters, cooks, housekeeping, etc. If they bite a dreamer, the dreamer turns into one of them (i.e. they die in their sleep).
At some point, Milly falls asleep in the Dream Hotel, and wakes up in a "purified" version which is made of crystal and light and encounters a group of others like her, that got "unstuck" and are also hiding in various places in the Dream Hotel. This astral meta-hotel is sort of a secret HQ for them to meet and plan and exchange information to help stay safe.
That was about all I remember, but it's definitely fertile ground. I'm looking forward to seeing my daughter flesh out the details and come up with illustrations. :)
Had an odd dream. Someone supposedly broke into my car, which had several guitars and other college stuff at the time. Upon hearing that some guy broke into my car, which had my precious guitar waifus, I panicked and immediately went to check out the scene.Waitaminute... didn't someone describe a similar scene in another thread a while ago? Like, a scene from a movie or something?
Dude didn't steal anything. Just put the guitars on top of the car. For some reason. Just, like, broke in and moved stuff around, left the guitars in the cases on top of the car roof. Took the change from the cupholders but that was all.
Weirdest crime ever. It even confuzzled dream me.
Perhaps your subconscious grabbed onto that mention and projected it into a dream?
I'm in line, waiting to get on a bus. I haven't decided if I really want to get on, but as I approach the driver to pay, a small black cat scoots past me and runs on board. My decision made for me, I pay and look inside the bus. There's the usual row of seats to the right, but on the left there's a huge room with a large swimming pool in the middle, and people reclining on deck chairs in the sunlight along the edge. I get down on my hands and knees and look for the cat, who runs straight over to me and jumps on my lap. While I stroke it, it tells me in clear English that it only got on the bus in the first place because it's never gone swimming and is eager to try. I tell it to go ahead, and it bounds over to the pool. As it leaps into the pool, it's suddenly a young girl, maybe 6 years old and fully clothed. I run after her, annoyed, telling her she needs to get some of her clothes off to swim. I help her get her shirt off and she has a bathing suit on underneath. I reach down into the water and start untying her sneakers. When I finally get them off and out of the pool, the girl is gone. She's run off again. I lay out the clothes in the sun, hoping they'll be dry before the bus reaches our stop, and look around for the girl so I can make sure she has something to wear. But she's turned back into the cat now, and is looking up at me with an amused expression.
...That ending is great. Something about that just seems really clever.
I love reading all these dreams, almost as much as I like having my own!
Post by: miauw62 on October 22, 2014, 08:57:21 am
Post by: hops on October 22, 2014, 01:28:45 pm
My dream manages to take cool concepts and make them as boring as possible.
Post by: TD1 on October 22, 2014, 02:42:58 pm
I'd not put my graphs into my biology coursework.
I don't tend to get nightmares, as you can see by that being the worst of them :P
Post by: Arx on October 22, 2014, 02:57:08 pm
Probably going to try MILD tonight, sice it comes at no cost.
Post by: TD1 on October 22, 2014, 05:13:58 pm
Post by: Yoink on October 22, 2014, 08:10:02 pm
Why did you not include my dream, Yoink? It is clearly the most dramatic of them all :PHey, there've been a lot of cool dreams over the last few pages!
Last night I dreamt that I was incredibly upset, crying and everything, to learn that the Beatles were breaking up.
Some weird dream-version of the Beatles, anyway- I think McCartney and Lennon were the only real members. That's all I remember.
Post by: Aedel on October 22, 2014, 08:23:20 pm
what did i do to deserve this?
Post by: birdy51 on October 22, 2014, 09:10:48 pm
I had a dream about a police officer investigating a break in at Freddy's Pizzeria, who proceeded to run around the place running into robots over and over until he stumbled across the nightguard getting SKREEEE'D.
what did i do to deserve this?
You poor man. That must have been horrifying.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 22, 2014, 09:49:35 pm
After dodging trucks for a while I'm woken up, and there are coyotes outside my cabin howling their brains out, and it's very windy. Still dark, too. Good morning world of horrible cat-eating bastard dogs, at least you can't throw semi trucks at me!
Post by: IronTomato on October 23, 2014, 08:21:06 am
My dreams have been scaring the shit out of me.
Post by: Fniff on October 23, 2014, 10:32:58 am
It ended just as I kissed her.
Not sure if depressing or happy...
Post by: pisskop on October 23, 2014, 10:45:49 am
I actually dreamed I had a date.That's a good ending to a date. Its terrible when you go for a first kiss to get rejected with a cheek kiss instead.
It ended just as I kissed her.
Not sure if depressing or happy...
Post by: Fniff on October 23, 2014, 10:52:30 am
Post by: Spehss _ on October 23, 2014, 12:58:12 pm
Could be worse, you could get rejected with a hand kiss. As in, you find yourself kissing the palm of their hand. As in, they slap you.I actually dreamed I had a date.That's a good ending to a date. Its terrible when you go for a first kiss to get rejected with a cheek kiss instead.
It ended just as I kissed her.
Not sure if depressing or happy...
Post by: mastahcheese on October 23, 2014, 01:47:32 pm
Also, I remember it snowing outside.
I don't remember anything else, though...
Post by: Yoink on October 23, 2014, 06:27:15 pm
The battlefield was a dream-distorted version of my old (IRL) house, where we used to keep a bunch of chickens.
The HUD was seemingly based off of GTA Online, with the same weapon wheel and what-not. At first the combatants weren't actually chickens, just normal human characters. I have no idea what sparked the battle, perhaps it was actually a videogame in my dream.
I was doing fairly badly at first, then at one moment when a few of each team were shooting at each other I ducked into cover, switched from the shotgun to a marksman rifle, then popped out and managed to kill two or three of them with headshots. It was around this time that everyone on both teams turned into chickens, I think. Or maybe it was just my team...
The building where my house was IRL seemed to be some sort of bar/saloon which may-or-may-not have looked similar from the outside.
During a lull in fighting, I crept inside and up some stairs towards the bar, wondering if any enemies were in here as well. It was some rough-and-tumble sort of place, although I think I was the only patron at the time, I went up some dimly-lit stairs and reached the bar, and the lady behind the bar told me something about a display through a door to my left, where they'd preserved part of the place how it was in the good old days when it was really crazy.
So I went through this door to have a look, pushing it cautiously open with my gun hand, ducking my head to make myself a smaller target in case any hostiles were watching. I stepped out onto an enclosed verandah packed with tables and booths, all very battered and messy, with a knife stabbed into a tabletop and everything kept as though a brawl had taken place.
Through the windows lining the walls I could see the yard on three sides, and my team of heavily-armed chickens standing guard on our side. I think this is about when I woke up.
Post by: TD1 on October 25, 2014, 01:34:07 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on October 25, 2014, 11:02:08 pm
Videogame-style shootout between two teams of... chickens?I've had dreams where the layout of my house was instead the backdrop for a colony/generation ship, so massive, there's a visible atmosphere inside, even oceans felt like oceans within the cistern (or a blue carpet floor, with a bed being a megastructure), and the doorways and windows still served their functions, although the ceiling fans were starbases of sorts, mounted on the top end of the ship/room. Just as well, the tiles on the floors were city blocks, couches, chairs, pictures, and etc. were megastructures with cities on them, or giant bases/tall-farms, and to fill in the negative space, we have our regular air/space traffic. It was a trip to look at; even the shape of the house plays a part in the overall framework of the ship's design.
Post by: Tawa on October 25, 2014, 11:05:10 pm
For some reason I had a dream where I was in a different school, with a different English teacher, and that I buried her alive to avoid needing to do homework.Sigged.
Post by: Cryxis, Prince of Doom on October 25, 2014, 11:12:27 pm
It seems when I sleep on my left shoulder I have a high chance of vivid dreams that are about ~60% nightmares and the other ~40% being either no dream at all or vivid normal dream
Which I guess is better than when I normally sleep on my right shoulder because when I do that I face a window which usually shines very dim moon light in and helps me sleep
So the (experiment) is going to see which shoulder I sleep on has a higher frequency of dreams and out of those dreams which shoulder I sleep on has the higher frequency of nightmares to normal/no dreams
Post by: Leatra on October 26, 2014, 06:16:00 pm
I'm going to be trying an (experiment?) with my dreams
It seems when I sleep on my left shoulder I have a high chance of vivid dreams that are about ~60% nightmares and the other ~40% being either no dream at all or vivid normal dream
Which I guess is better than when I normally sleep on my right shoulder because when I do that I face a window which usually shines very dim moon light in and helps me sleep
So the (experiment) is going to see which shoulder I sleep on has a higher frequency of dreams and out of those dreams which shoulder I sleep on has the higher frequency of nightmares to normal/no dreams
If you think about this before you sleep, you might even end up dreaming of yourself doing this experiment. The last thing you think of before sleeping has a tendency to appear in your dreams. Stuff like this also has the tendency to condition yourself.
When I was a kid, I realized that whenever I slept on my stomach, I had a very disturbing nightmare. I asked my mom and she told me it's because of my sleep position, which strengthened my belief in that I would have a nightmare if I didn't sleep on my side or my back.
As I grew up, it just seemed complete bullshit to me, and I stopped having nightmares when sleeping on my stomach.
Anyway, in my last dream. I was pregnant and it was a dragon egg inside me. I was like "What." when I woke up. Skip the issue of me being a man, but it seems my unconscious mind should learn the difference between shitting eggs and pregnancy.
Post by: SquatchHammer on October 26, 2014, 08:24:12 pm
So it started as I was going through a class in college. For some reason, the US government had decided to make a mandate to have a psychological counselor in every class. Well for some reason the one in my class had taken a liking to me but found out my big weakness to any female taking an interest in me is for me to figure that it is all in my head that she would like me and just being friendly and really wouldn't want be with someone like me. So she had just short of using a length of 4x4 over my head to get me to actually notice which turned out to wear the most revealing clothing that she could get away with in a classroom (note dream logic) that consisted of a tube top and a micro skirt and made sure I get full view of it plenty of times. Even with that I was denying that she had a interest in me and thought it was another person so she finally figured she had to metaphorically hit me over the head to get me to accept that she's hitting on me. By the time she was about to I woke up.
Post by: Arcvasti on October 26, 2014, 11:44:26 pm
I'm going to be trying an (experiment?) with my dreams
It seems when I sleep on my left shoulder I have a high chance of vivid dreams that are about ~60% nightmares and the other ~40% being either no dream at all or vivid normal dream
Which I guess is better than when I normally sleep on my right shoulder because when I do that I face a window which usually shines very dim moon light in and helps me sleep
So the (experiment) is going to see which shoulder I sleep on has a higher frequency of dreams and out of those dreams which shoulder I sleep on has the higher frequency of nightmares to normal/no dreams
If you think about this before you sleep, you might even end up dreaming of yourself doing this experiment. The last thing you think of before sleeping has a tendency to appear in your dreams. Stuff like this also has the tendency to condition yourself.
When I was a kid, I realized that whenever I slept on my stomach, I had a very disturbing nightmare. I asked my mom and she told me it's because of my sleep position, which strengthened my belief in that I would have a nightmare if I didn't sleep on my side or my back.
As I grew up, it just seemed complete bullshit to me, and I stopped having nightmares when sleeping on my stomach.
Nosebo effect? You think you do, and therefore, you do? After all, dreams mostly work like that, in my experience.
Post by: birdy51 on October 27, 2014, 07:34:22 am
I try to keep a dream journal every night, but I have roommate with me in the room so I can't just turn a light on and write down what I remember. So sometimes I have to write blindly into the book and hope I get it down right. This time I wrote on the same page as another dream, resulting both to become an incomprehensible mess. Dream recognition failure.
Post by: SquatchHammer on October 27, 2014, 05:37:34 pm
Post by: Leatra on October 28, 2014, 06:21:11 pm
Nosebo effect? You think you do, and therefore, you do? After all, dreams mostly work like that, in my experience.I never heard of that but that sounds like the way how lucid dreaming works. What I was talking about was more like dreaming about what occupied your mind as you went to sleep.
I am curious about that. Is there a "standard" way of seeing what fucked up shit your subconscious is thinking about?I don't know about that, but I try to learn what my subconscious thinks of myself, if that makes any sense. In one of my dreams, I was in a hotel. I knew I was dreaming so I thought I would try something funny. It's kinda fuzzy but I vaguely remember that I had this short dialogue with a housekeeper.
Me: Hey. You represent my subconscious. So tell me something.
Housekeeper: Stop overthinking.
Me: Stop overthinking?
Housekeeper: [smirks] Yes.
The way I repeated him seemed to emphasize his point, and I don't think I had full control of my dream when I asked that. I'm sure I had a reply, but I can't remember exactly what I said and if he said something else. I wish I had time to write it down. I also remember buying a bar of chocolate just before that conversation.
Whenever you realize you are dreaming, forget lucid dreaming. Just talk some random guy and ask him about yourself, ask for advice, etc. It makes for interesting conservations.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on October 30, 2014, 12:39:53 pm
Dream1 - 2 days ago:
I was in a mecha-based world and it had pretty much any mecha-anime character you could think of, this one guy wanted to find the granite chalice, But I didn't want him having it I decided if i gave it to the Liger Zero to give to someone it'd be safe Well the liger was no where to be found. (enter lucid effect) I now spawned the liger zero from my hand and gave it the LZ Turbine CAS i designs, giving it space flight capabilities, it then took the Chalice to a guy in Celestial Being's(Gundam 00) space hangar in the Lagrange Point. Ribbons(also Gun00) decided to try and find but the guy in there had aptly hid it and rigged it to explode if he died.
On earth, Some rolly-polly guy became the Sphalerite Key and unlocked FFX's Ifrit as a mech, to which I Lucidly commandeered to my will and made it pull a train out of the the way as LZ turbine came back down from the aerospace journey I sent it on
I then merged with LZT and Ifrit to become this Mecha Girl with flaming wings and mech armor similar to LZ's Schneider form and then fought of Ribbons in (of all things) a Robot Chicken.
Finally the fight turned for the worse on my end so i whimmed the granite chalice and sphalerite key to me , merged them into the Garnette Saber, ate it and Erased Ribbons and his robot chicken.
Then Wing Zero Angel, and two Leos descended from the fabric of reality and said "You've our approval!"
(seriously it looked awesome despite how cliche it all sounds, remember my dream-graphics are like IRL)
Dream 2 - Last night
Mom kept urging me to do something this morning instead of sleep, I said "Well I'm up" she said "No, you're dreaming." We kept this pattern up for 3 in-dream weeks one of which I was tasked with making a Universe Map. Of which said map looked like a trapezoid with a dome in it's exact center, I then Lucidly willed us all into the dome for fun and in there was everything from the last dream minus what I erased. I then did a Mind Meld with the LZT in order to restore my feminine mech girl form and for random kicks began singing Vocaloid songs as I made my family dance MMD style against their will. I then willingly took on my MechGirl form from before and flew through my memories of past friendships that have failed and then I willingly split my self into a second copy but masculine and the two of me began forging a red-dwarf star.
Then we dedicated this universe to Smiting with Holy Energy and dropped the star like a nuke on the Universe map dome to purge it of any bad memories, Then mom said "It's 11 am, get up".
I got up, checked my phone: 11:01am.
(Did I mention I have slight Robophilia hence the huge mech focus?)
Post by: birdy51 on November 01, 2014, 10:33:36 am
A more interesting point to bring up though is that I don't dream of blood or gore in my dreams. Despite my dreams being occasionally violent, the two elements have been conspicuously absent. It also feels like never really win either though; I land a strong hit on an opponent but they bounce right back like a punching bag of some sort. Mrr. Musings.
Also waiting on a Lucid Dream where I can just talk to my subconscious. I feel like that would be interesting, but I've yet to have a situation where I could do that.
Post by: Tawa on November 01, 2014, 01:11:29 pm
???
Post by: Itnetlolor on November 01, 2014, 02:46:16 pm
Post by: Mr. Strange on November 01, 2014, 06:20:49 pm
Someone needs to make forum game of this.
Post by: nomoetoe on November 02, 2014, 01:05:16 pm
Post by: Furtuka on November 04, 2014, 03:44:37 pm
Post by: Ultimuh on November 05, 2014, 04:39:35 am
I had a dream where there was some sort of magical cataclysm that caused lot of people to turn into fantasy races who were then isolated into ghettoes that were under police lockdown. I was an elf (of all things) and I clearly remember the part where group of us newcomers were walking from busses into rundown appartment building surrounded by barb wire, there were dwarves living on the ground floor in the storage rooms and public shelter, just staring behind half closed steel door without saying anything, first floor was overcrowded with halflings who were chattering and generally acting more kender than hafling, I skipped the third floor thinking that there would be more space higher and tried few doors in fouth. I got in to appartment that was already shared by six other elfs since I agreed to sleep in the closet (two were sleeping on the couches and three on the floor in living room, last one slept in kitchen, there were no actual beds just mattresses), I was fine with that since it gave me privacy to use magic on a mirror to try contacting my family that were on some other ghetto...Sure sounds like something from a novel or such.
Someone needs to make forum game of this.
Write the things you remember, maybe you can present the idea to someone who might make.. something of it some day.
Post by: penguinofhonor on November 06, 2014, 10:02:13 am
Most of the time I'd run to a new place it'd change. The hallways corresponded to paths through the trees and the rooms were clearings. Nobody acted like this was out of the ordinary.
For a most of the dream, I was a kid (maybe 8 or 9) running around in this place with other kids. There was a ghost haunting the place that was the disembodied voice of a girl our age. The main thing she did was convince kids to reach into dark corners and crannies where something would bite their hand. I think I spent most of the dream running around and trying to get other kids to not listen to the ghost.
There was another scene where I was in the school near the office. I was talking to a random girl who was apparently my best friend. She was worried because she ran out of her medine.
We started talking about the weird ghost stuff and that conversation went great until her head snapped around and she saw a bottle with one of her pills in it. She dashed over and frantically opened it and took the pill.
She almost instantly zoned out and wouldn't listen to me and slowly walked into the guidance counselor's office. Then kids started filling the hallway and I saw one that was a gray alien with a big head (pretty much a kid version of Roger from American Dad). I looked back into the guidance counselor's office and saw the counselor telling my friend that nothing supernatural or weird was happening and she mumbled in agreement. This terrified me and I ran away as fast as I could.
Then I was an adult chaperoning kids in the woods. I was in a big clearing with the other adults and we were talking about what to do about the ghost. At some point the ghost moaned or shouted out of the woods and I shouted "FUCK YOU!" back as loud as I could but my voice gave out halfway through and everyone else laughed.
Post by: Arx on November 06, 2014, 10:07:46 am
A vast quantity of shenanigans then occurred, but I can't remember them. I was trying to stop MZ, though.
Post by: mastahcheese on November 06, 2014, 01:48:39 pm
I was on an island with a massive mansion in the center of it.
I was wielding a machine gun, and looking at a radar in the corner of my vision.
I could see a large red dot on it in a location that suggested my enemy was inside the mansion, and a smaller dot split off from it and started heading towards me, fast.
I look up to see a spider mine from Unreal Tournament sprinting towards me, and I shot it to pieces before it could reach me.
Then I looked up at the mansion, and there was a man with a rocket launcher. He fired at me, and I started running and jumping to the side, because the missile was homing in on me.
As I ran circles around the mansion, occasionally spraying bullets at the missile, I looked at my radar to see where the guy would show up next.
He was teleporting.
I shot down the rocket, and headed towards the mansion, watching my radar.
I made my way up to the balconey he was on earlier, and saw him below me.
I switched to a shotgun, and ran down the stairs, knowing that only an idiot would fire a rocket launcher at close range.
Then I saw him.
It was Slenderman, holding a rocket launcher.
I shot him in the face, and he tumbled backwards and vanished.
Then round two started.
Slenderman reappeared, and once again a spider mine started running at me, only he was slightly faster this time.
I killed him again, and again, and again. Each round the same opening tactic, and each round he got faster, and stronger, and mightier.
I got to round 19, and then he was simply too strong.
I couldn't hurt him, and when he hit me, I flew off the island into the water, with a dozen homing rockets flying at me still.
I hit the water, and was somewhere else.
I was on a beach, and some other people were there.
We were hiding amonst a rock formation, trying to breach some kind of bunker without raising an alarm.
I drew a pistol and secured a silencer on it, and moved to a flanking position.
I saw two guard dogs, and aimed at them, but they saw one of my teammates, and I started firing wildly at the dogs to take them down before moving towards the entrance.
I'm not sure what happened after that, but I somehow wound up back on the first island, only it wasn't the same as before. The mansion was still the same size, but everything else was much larger, so now the building was the centerpiece, rather than the majority of the map.
I was hiding in some hedges, and a horse drawn wagon pulled up, and a couple of people armed with muskets montioned for me to join them.
We rode along a trail that was nothing but a line in the sand earlier in the dream, and something started chasing us.
It was a figure on a horse, shrouded in darkness. It gave me the same feeling as Slenderman did, but something was off.
We outran him, and started being chased by wolves. So I grabbed a musket and started shooting them, while one of the people in the wagon explained to me that the horseman was evil, and could only be killed by a hero, and that we were headed to find that hero.
We fought off the wolves, the horseman far off in the distance now, and rode into a small village.
The villager were running from what appeared to be a dinosaur, breathing 3 balls of plasma in a spread formation very typical of video games monsters.
Everyone was running from it but one guy. A dwarf, wielding a massive sword.
The wagon slid to a stop, and I told the guys I was with to get the dwarf to safety, and that I would take care of the monster.
So they grabbed him and pulled him into the wagon to drive off, and I pulled my shotgun back out and began fighting the plasma monster, dodging its breath attack and returning fire, until eventually I realized it wasn't going down, and took cover in a building.
Things seem foggy for a minute.
The building I'm in is falling apart, and one other person is here, who I seem to think is from the forums, but I'm not sure who.
He gets to work on barricading the doors with massive piles of magazines (which turn out to be magazines of male pornography for some reason) and we took cover in the attic.
We started hearing screams outside, and I looked out the window.
There were over a dozen of the monsters now, destroying everything in sight, and I saw people running from them.
I looked around, and saw, of all things, the rocket launcher Slenderman had earlier.
I grabbed it and leaped out the window, face to face with an army of attackers, and held down the trigger, unleashing a rapid fire barrage of rockets that turned the mosters to chunks of flying meat, while jumping crazily to avoid the armada of plasma fire headed at me.
I'm not sure what happened after that, but I stood in a delapitated city, with a group of people scavenging for food.
More fogginess that I don't remember, but I was still in the city, and I heard a fell roar, and everyone looked up to see what caused it.
The Headless Horseman, which I recognized from earlier, was standing at the far side of the city, holding the dwarf's sword in his hand.
Everyone was frozen in terror, except for me, and one person behind me, who called to me by the name of Cheese.
I turned around, and saw Yoink from the forums. He then tossed a chainsword to me, and told me to end this.
I caught the chainsword, and turned to face the Headless Horseman, who was already charging at me.
I ran at him full speed, and he raised his sword, and swung at me, but I kickedmy foot forward and slid beneath his attack, and held out my sword, dragging it against the side of his horse, and causing brilliant white light to shine out from the wound.
I then stopped, and turned back around, as he wheeled himself around to charge again, light shing from his right side.
We charged each other again, and I leapt into the air, and brought the chainsword down upon his lack of a head.
Then I woke up.
Post by: TD1 on November 06, 2014, 01:57:11 pm
-snippity-Heh, nice dream.
Post by: mastahcheese on November 06, 2014, 02:01:22 pm
Even with dream powers, that shit's hard.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 06, 2014, 03:12:49 pm
My dream consisted of a high school Halloween dance, followed by a zombie apocalypse. So this dance, me and a bunch of other sad, poor, ugly, awkward fellows like me were dressed up in our costumes to go hit on various girls at the dance because clearly we had no chance of getting a date if recognized. This wasn't taking place in a highschool, though, it was some fancy kids arcade/roller rink. The main dance floor was on the elevated roller rink and we needed to show ID to get in. Which for whatever reason was interpreted as exceedingly likely to result in our cover being blown and going home without joy. So we tried to find girls in the secondary dance floor that was much smaller, and generally wandered about until the event ended.
So then, as we were leaving, I noticed a bunch of kids following an old man into some side passage. This guy was a fairy, and a necromancer. These kids were his apprentices and were planning to unleash a great plague upon the world. Their lair was through a tiny magical doorway that caused one to shrink down to three or four inches in total height so they could set up an enormous base of operations in the ceiling of an average sized building undetected.
I decided to join them in order to spy on them, and was accepted. The plan was to spread this magic substance on books checked out from the local library. Anyone who came into contact with the substance would forget everything about their mortal life, decay into a hideous husk of a human being, and worship the fairy lord as their master from then on. I informed somebody, I don't know who, about this and we developed a counteracting potion that would prevent people from being changed by the first, and cause the husks to turn on the fairy lord. It worked, and glorious battle resulted. The fairy lord was eventually defeated, and I spent the rest of the dream spraying books with this anti-zombie potion to avoid further outbreaks.
Post by: Tawa on November 06, 2014, 03:43:33 pm
-snip-Mastahcheese II: Slender Rising CONFIRMED :P
-snip-...
Why does your dream sound like it could be the plot of one of those insane aimed-at-but-not-really-for-kids cartoons?
I'd watch that. Maybe? Yeah. I would.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 06, 2014, 04:30:13 pm
I often have dreams about elementary/middle/high school, even though im enrolled in college now. And honestly, I really don't feel like I was ready to move on sometimes.
Post by: HooliganintheFort on November 06, 2014, 06:25:26 pm
Post by: Yoink on November 06, 2014, 08:36:15 pm
All I remember of last night's dream was someone giving me a couple of novelty coasters. ??? I expected more... insanity.
I was seriously thinking I'd given myself nightmares, actually.
Post by: hops on November 07, 2014, 03:49:55 am
I approve of my cameo in Mastah's awesome dream.At first I thought that you typed "toasters" and I thought of making references to myself (http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-426).
All I remember of last night's dream was someone giving me a couple of novelty coasters. ??? I expected more... insanity.
I was seriously thinking I'd given myself nightmares, actually.
Post by: Tawa on November 08, 2014, 11:34:52 am
My friggin' dreams, man.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 09, 2014, 04:57:22 pm
In another dream I was riding my bicycle through medieval Europe, and had to negotiate passage across a channel via a ferry boat. Trying to get my bike aboard, I and it fell in the water and I wasted an hour getting it out. After starting the trip, people kept falling off the boat and I had to help pull them back aboard. The king of whereverthefuckistan was also there, trying to convince me to give up the bike. The dream was interrupted by wake time.
Post by: birdy51 on November 09, 2014, 06:10:33 pm
Post by: IronTomato on November 09, 2014, 06:19:48 pm
I decided to take a bridge which had no cars on it for some reason. Policemen on foot eventually caught up to me and began firing guns, but they couldn't hit me. The more I stumbled around, the more policemen accumulated behind me, and eventually there was so much gunfire that it was just a loud continuous buzz.
trippy lol
Post by: nomoetoe on November 09, 2014, 11:52:30 pm
Post by: Tawa on November 10, 2014, 07:14:45 am
???
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on November 10, 2014, 07:21:46 am
Post by: Tawa on November 10, 2014, 05:31:02 pm
Yesterday was trying to haXX0r D&D so I could make a character who can randomly turn into a dragon, because dragons are cool.
Post by: Empiricist on November 10, 2014, 09:48:50 pm
I was watching some sort of fashion show on television, one that was displaying the product line of a new designer brand. Even though I have no interest in that and hardly ever use my television. Anyway, the models walking down the catwalk were dressed in oddly practical clothes that one could reasonably expect to see people wearing as opposed to the usual content, the styles were generally modern neat-casual and vividly colored though not excessively so. The clothes were patterned with fractal designs, reminiscent of the flames generate by programs such as Apophysis or Electric Sheep, and rather well-designed, in my opinion at least.
That was, until I examined one of them more closely. At which point I immediately felt a sense of profound, existential terror. There was something inherently wrong about the whole design, something I couldn't even begin to describe. It was some kind of irrational fear, which paradoxically drove me to examine the following dresses with even greater apprehension. The effects varied, one caused me to have nightmarish hallucinations that I forgot immediately, leaving me only with knowledge that I had seen something phantasmal that I would rather not recall, another caused me to have a brief out of body experience wherein I saw myself staring at the television in rather blurry vision. There were other effects, but I couldn't remember them.
Finally, the fashion show ended and I learned the brand's name - Love Craft. Because apparently the designers decided that subtlety could go fuck itself. It was at that point where I woke up really damn confused.
Post by: Tawa on November 10, 2014, 09:53:01 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on November 11, 2014, 01:39:12 am
Post by: Empiricist on November 11, 2014, 03:28:43 am
Am i wrong if I suppose this apparel was designed to discourage staring at the wrong anatomical areas?Not at all, it's just that it also pretty much discourages staring outright :P Not that it's much of a problem, until you have a runway show where people are meant to stare at the designs of course.
Post by: MaximumZero on November 11, 2014, 03:39:39 am
I had yet another peculair dream that involved me doing something I normally would not do. Though unlike the previous two, this wasn't pseudo-religious in content.10/10, would have you dream again.
I was watching some sort of fashion show on television, one that was displaying the product line of a new designer brand. Even though I have no interest in that and hardly ever use my television. Anyway, the models walking down the catwalk were dressed in oddly practical clothes that one could reasonably expect to see people wearing as opposed to the usual content, the styles were generally modern neat-casual and vividly colored though not excessively so. The clothes were patterned with fractal designs, reminiscent of the flames generate by programs such as Apophysis or Electric Sheep, and rather well-designed, in my opinion at least.
That was, until I examined one of them more closely. At which point I immediately felt a sense of profound, existential terror. There was something inherently wrong about the whole design, something I couldn't even begin to describe. It was some kind of irrational fear, which paradoxically drove me to examine the following dresses with even greater apprehension. The effects varied, one caused me to have nightmarish hallucinations that I forgot immediately, leaving me only with knowledge that I had seen something phantasmal that I would rather not recall, another caused me to have a brief out of body experience wherein I saw myself staring at the television in rather blurry vision. There were other effects, but I couldn't remember them.
Finally, the fashion show ended and I learned the brand's name - Love Craft. Because apparently the designers decided that subtlety could go fuck itself. It was at that point where I woke up really damn confused.
Post by: hops on November 11, 2014, 04:37:03 am
Post by: nomoetoe on November 11, 2014, 02:10:10 pm
He eventually gave up and left, The dream shifted to some big party which I was hosting, the box had been transformed into some weird cast on my leg, I gave myself the ability to hover and my robes which I wore changed color, I grew gigantic and looked about thousands of worlds, all made out of Doritos, I ate a bit of one and was going home. I then woke up.
In my next dream I was on a boat, Goblins attacked and defeated us. I was thrown into a room with 2 other people and the room turned into an armored truck that was in a field. The goblins forgot to tie everyone up so we just left, I got back to my house and was preparing myself to battle the goblins. The 2 people came with me and I decided to show them my most prized possession. The blood of a vampire that I killed that gave me my immortality. They didn't seem to care much about the blood I had so I decided to spend my points on upgrading some of my skills. after peeing for about a minute into a toilet stuffed full of toilet paper I woke up.
Post by: birdy51 on November 11, 2014, 04:48:26 pm
Post by: MonkeyHead on November 11, 2014, 04:56:03 pm
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on November 11, 2014, 06:27:13 pm
But other than that I can't remember anything.
It's better then not dreaming and better than what I've had dreams of before so I guess I should be happy.
EDIT: Finally had a good dream.
I was part of a two-person tag team in a world reliant on volcanic vent fans for energy, Like a typical Magical Girl series, whe could henshin and all. the girl I was teamed up with an I were pursuing a foe into the fan shaft of the biggest city, they evaded us and one of their allies shut the fan down ad sealed us in. I know we had the power to create these "Starlights" - small magical golems that could both be useful fighting and at typical chores.the starlights never spoke, but my partner called them our children, she was sad that all we could do was wait and pray we not let them down. We were very far underground and in a sealed chamber that at the very bottom was an open lava vent, there was very little light and we were fearful we only had a few hours of oxygen.
The dream wound out ending with a search and rescue crew finding us just as the fan was about to be reactivated. My partner had fallen asleep so i helped lift her onto the rescue craft. Then I woke up.
I feel the dream had quite a bit of meaning:
IRL I feel I'm trapped in a seeming inescapable(situation) cycle(fan) of things IRL, but I know I'm not alone(friend), even though I'm stuck in this big pit(sealed in), both alone as in left truly alone and alone as in "am I the only one stuck here?". But overall, I just need to have faith that my salvation(rescue craft) will come, even if it takes a long time.
Strange how my mind talks to me through a typical anime setting, lol.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 14, 2014, 04:35:30 pm
Spoiler: Last night it was first a medieval fantasy game... (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Previously... (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Even longer ago (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Another one i had a loooong time ago; (click to show/hide)
Post by: Tawa on November 16, 2014, 12:07:01 pm
Oh, and KosS. I distinctly remember his misspelled name in it.
Post by: Aseaheru on November 16, 2014, 12:13:35 pm
Post by: WillowLuman on November 16, 2014, 12:34:55 pm
Okay.
I dreamed that Pixar made a sequel to Monster's Inc, and that I was watching it. Except, it was an action movie. With Liam Neeson levels of violence. It took place several years in the future, when the little girl is grown up (and SpecOps.) I can't remember what the plot was, or if there even was one, but they were breaking into some kind of clandestine facility, guns blazing, and Mike Wazowski got an awesome one-liner before a grenade kill. I don't remember what it was either, and since it was on dream logic it probably made no goddamn sense.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 17, 2014, 12:00:23 am
Take my money! I only have $0.76 but take it and give me that movie!
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on November 18, 2014, 02:31:30 pm
the nightmare was some woodcutter was using a guillotine-like ring to chop logs, but just off to their side there was a person standing inbeteen the surfaces of a crusher that uses walls to smash things, waiting for the walls to crush them, they looked awfully familiar.
My mother an i were watching the person in the cursher, the device activated and I shrieked, but there wasn't any boom.
Mom told me to look, but I refused, however my dreamed showed me that some shimmering figure had stopped the crusher's walls from harming that person.
I awoke and I could feel a bit of my burdens were 'lighter', I think this was my mind's way of telling me that my world feels like it's imploding from all sides, but I just need to bhave faith that something good will happen and prevent any extreme harm.
The next dream was a fusion of video games I've played and i had to play my character into these safe-zones so that an aerial dark being couldn't find and devour them, the creature would pass overheard every so many steps taken by the character, was wierd and felt nightmarish but honestly felt like a good game to play, lol.
Post by: hops on November 18, 2014, 11:49:03 pm
Post by: WillowLuman on November 18, 2014, 11:52:21 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on November 19, 2014, 12:07:39 pm
There was this little girl, an orphan, living in a pseudo-subway-underground-dwelling-arc in a futuristic city. There was also a gang of little boys living down there pretending to be tough shit (typical city children) who would pick on her. Then on Christmas eve shit hit the fan; demons started coming out of the sky and whatever else and attacking people, so the devil, in the form of a scraggly hobo, shows up and kidnaps the little girl, because she has a marble that will let him defeat God or something. The little boys try to save her, with the help of Jesus, also in the form of a scraggly hobo but notably more of a hippy than a terrifying drunk. So by the end of the movie they track the devil down to some house in the upper city, just as he's going through a portal to take all God's nice things, and take the marble from him before he can use it on a mirror in God's really tiny apartment. Also, God looked like Saruman from LoTR. End of movie.
There was a woman with a tiny monkey in there somewhere, but I can't remember how she fit into all this... I blame Vorthon for linking to that evil monkey lady thing.
Post by: WillowLuman on November 19, 2014, 01:09:34 pm
Also dreamt that I got my French midterm back, and had a terrible score, and because of the similarity of the dream to my daily routine (these are the most insidious, terrifying dreams), didn't realize it was a dream until I asked my prof about it.
Post by: Arcvasti on November 20, 2014, 04:59:30 pm
Post by: WillowLuman on November 20, 2014, 05:07:28 pm
Post by: Spehss _ on November 20, 2014, 08:28:39 pm
"Urist McForumGoer!"
"What, is your quest?"
"I seek DF 1.0!"
"What, is the average swimming velocity of an unladen carp?"
"What, you mean an African or European carp?"
"...I...I don't know that!"
*toady is thrown down the stairs*
Post by: Tawa on November 20, 2014, 08:29:55 pm
"What, is your name?"Sigging.
"Urist McForumGoer!"
"What, is your quest?"
"I seek DF 1.0!"
"What, is the average swimming velocity of an unladen carp?"
"What, you mean an African or European carp?"
"...I...I don't know that!"
*toady is thrown down the stairs*
Post by: nomoetoe on November 21, 2014, 05:47:23 pm
I could see again, I was semi-lucid at this point, so I tried to increase the size of my muscles, but I failed to do so. I had a bag full of what I think was meat and I ran back into the room with the people, the orcs were back so I attacked them with my meat bag. Every time I hit them the part I hit would explode into gore, fairly quickly everyone was dead. The people that were tied up mysteriously disappeared. I gained full lucidity and attempted something but trying to do so woke me up.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 22, 2014, 01:16:54 am
When I got there and went back Into the store she drove through, it was no longer a long, straight store but a winding, twisting hallway through the building. I naturally got completely lost. Then people started to show up, so I went down a narrow hall to a bathroom and hid there. In a couple minutes some guy came in and spotted me, and asked if I was covering for someone else. I said yeah and he told me what to do. When I got back out to the store-hall everything was cleaned up. There were new shelves bolted to the walls/floor, stocked with shoes. So I stuck around as an employee of the shoe store trying to be a good employee until my shift ended. Not sure if I was on the pay roll at all...
So I walk out off the store, and instead of being outdoors, about a strip mall, I'm in an enormous building, kind of a mall. Multiple stories, lined with food courts, stores, and after I passed what I guess was the nexus of the structure and into another wing entirely, an indoor amusement park with Ferris wheels and shit. All free to ride whenever. There were also arcade galleries, lines and lines of arcade games like the slot machines in a casino, also free to play. I couldn't find any particularly good ones, so I sat down at a table with some other folks I didn't recognize and started playing D&D with them.
Best dream ever. Sadly I woke up after that because the dog wanted to go out.
Post by: Arx on November 22, 2014, 01:49:21 am
We discussed a lot of stuff. At one point, I got up to make coffee in the little kitchen adjoining the room we were talking in. Another person joined me; she was inexplicably robed and hooded. I didn't remember seeing her, but I assume she was one of the prefects, or she couldn't have got in. She held up a small, irregular green jar and offered to kill the heads of dark magic for me. At this point, I was indeed worried about the heads; but my paladin-ish nature obviously prevented me from sending an assassin after them, so I grabbed her wrist before she could do anything with the pot. We somehow peacefully and quietly sorted it out, and I delivered the coffee.
Cut to night, at a chalet near the beacj somewhere. I was outside, the floor was thick dust and grit, and there wer only a few lights. The quiet was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of an airliner rapidly losing height, so I started ineffectually panicking whilst a guy I assume was a friend of mine ran down to the beach and somehow laid out lights for the plane to land on the beach. I assume it worked, because I went to bed and when I woke up the plane was parked a hundred metres down the beach, with deep tracks runnning behind it. All 47 passengers survived the landing. The interior of the plane was pretty standard airbus stuff.
At this point, I suddenly realised that assassination was a trick I was worried the heads of dark would pull, so I headed back to the chalet to fetch my wand and prepare some non-lethal magic to defend myself. My wand turned out to be a fineliner, and the way to prepare defensive magic was to stew some unidentified greenish animal and pour the chunky mix into a bottle. I was under the impression that I could use the wand and gloop in conjuction to wipe people's minds, but I wasn't sure how. I decided I'd figure it out when I needed it; a bad call.
I spent some time wandering around fiddling with my wand and in meetings. At one point, someone who must have been in the know about the magic school told me I must be ready to defend myself. He was an oldish man, and he nodded approval when I showed him my wand and explained I had the mindreaver stew in my pocket.
The penny finally dropped in another meeting. We were seeted in a circle, and the people 90 degrees to my left and right and the guy directly opposite all stood and attacked me. I guess they must have been pretty weak attacks, because I didn't die for long enough to pull out my wand and attempt to wipe the guy opposite me's mind. It didn't work, so I ducked, frantically uncorked my bottle, dipped my wand in, flicked it at the guy and screamed an incantation. Nothing happened, except I might have got some soup on his shirt. I tried again. There was a bright flash of light and he dropped his wand, staring dazedly around. There may have actual stars floating above his head.
At this point, the rest of the prefects joined in, perhaps realising that if I cleaned up the assassins and none of them had helped I'd probably start on them.
The dream unfortunately ends here. I'm not sure, but I strongly suspect I was semi-lucid most of the time; things like suddenlly making my magic work partially bear this out.
Post by: Itnetlolor on November 23, 2014, 12:09:43 am
Anyhow, I was chilling out with some rather high-class people for some kind of gathering. I wasn't much a fan of the upper class types. Kinda dull. Don't remember if it was some sort of charity banquet or something. Anyhow, I had an uneasy feeling, and saw some trees moving, and some rather tall shadows pass behind them from out the window as I was looking outside keeping myself busy. Oddly enough, the movements were somewhat quiet, but I couldn't shake off my unease; so I deviated from the main hall, and went up to the roof of the place. Lo and behold, I saw a few titans from up high. Fortunately, they weren't taller than the building, but they were cruising on by.
I continued watching them go by, seeing if they were passing through, or were going to get to us. They seemed calm enough at the start, but then one made its way towards the house, and I eventually heard someone scream in panic. Then all hell broke loose, and one decided to investigate more closely. After that, it screamed for the others to come along, and then dozens started charging for the building. Way smaller, but still craploads, and as you'd predict, the people inside were as dumb as you'd expect, and started to evade. Some in cars, others by foot. Naturally, none were successful. Being witness to the start of the devastation, I charged coreward into the building; but not before taking one more look outside. For some odd reason, the trees also came to life and mobilized and joined forces; some trees, small enough to fit inside the building, started plowing through and hunting down people.
With nowhere left to really go, I decided to find a closet or something to hunker down in. To my fortune, I found what would look like a small door to find a circuit breaker in, only to find out it was a larger closet, able to fit some people. Apparently, another resident had a similar idea and joined me in there. Being used to the calamity by this point, I braced the door, collected some stuff inside together to hide behind in case the door was broken down, and after calming the girl that joined me down, covered my face with a nearby hat, and fell asleep amongst the screaming and bloodshed going on outside. It was horrible, but I slept through gore-fest movies playing loudly before, so it was almost no different. I would assume the room was never broken into; and to be honest, I was worried what I would be welcomed with when the dream continues eventually; but by the time I fell asleep, I woke up.
The dream was about half as long as I slept (4-hours; noontime in-dream).
PERSONAL NOTES:
-Those titans were quite nimble, and odd to look at, since it was like a size modifier being used on someone. Not to mention, I was worried a few might actually be smart and/or patient.
-The mobilized trees almost caught me off guard... had it not been for the Thriller Bark Arc of One Piece. And prior knowledge that we have plenty of alcohol from the banquet to make molotov cocktails with. Not to mention, I also part-expected it.
-I am a much better driver than the panicked dumbasses that hit the high road, and I might have a potential gunner in case we find some weapons on the way out. Having watched AoT also helps in knowing how to take them out, provided the means to, sans lucidity. I aim to fight fairly. No True God Mode (AKA-Full Lucid; regular God Mode means I'm invincible).
-I hope I saw a Jaguar XKR (http://www.vantagesportscars.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/1.04XK8.jpg) in that driveway, and I hope it's still there. Why? Because I love that car, and want to use it (plus, it suits me, with my driving skills). Let's just hope it's not already blood-soaked (that blood should be my own, if I fail; unlikely as that sounds).
Post by: Spehss _ on November 27, 2014, 12:38:55 pm
Post by: Sirus on November 27, 2014, 12:49:33 pm
The first involved me pulling apart one of my big toes and discovering teeth inside it. I woke up after freaking out at the sight of teeth and attempting to put my mangled toe back together.
The second involved a strange old guy who would come knocking at the front door all hours of the day, constantly trying to get inside the house on one pretense or another. Eventually we told him to get lost, and he immediately turned sinister, talking about how the world was dangerous and that he sincerely hoped that we locked every door and window every night, because one night we would forget and then something bad would (not might) happen. I woke up before that came to pass.
Post by: WillowLuman on November 27, 2014, 12:52:22 pm
Post by: freeformschooler on November 28, 2014, 02:07:39 am
Quote from: from dream journal
Buddy coming over and getting eaten by and invasive fungus which we put in a barrel and burn, whose origin I racked through a lady throwing out the trash to a genius young man who was then subject to shame and guilt by the FBI WHO WERE FOUND TO BE INFILTRATED BY EVIL CREATURES. AFTER FIDDLING WITH MY PHONE TRYING TO GET PICTURES OF MY FAMILY (OR WAS IT BEFORE?) I LEFT, SOCKLESS, ONLY TO FIND SOME SOCKS IN THE SCHOOL CAFE.
ALSO LAST NIGHT I WAS CHASED BY THIS HORRIBLE DREAM CREATURE THROUGH A FOREST
(http://i.imgur.com/IegsvOW.png)
FAITHFUL RECREATION:
(http://i.imgur.com/w0Ip5df.png)
Post by: ~Neri on November 28, 2014, 03:22:18 am
Post by: freeformschooler on November 28, 2014, 02:53:44 pm
Spoiler: The Dream Cloud (click to show/hide)
Post by: ~Neri on November 28, 2014, 04:21:04 pm
Dreams were not really there.
Post by: Dutrius on November 28, 2014, 04:34:21 pm
Another one, I was going around Derby city on motorised roller-skates for no real reason. Also, the usually decent roads had turned into a more complicated version of Spaghetti Junction.
... My dreams are odd.
Post by: Redzephyr01 on November 28, 2014, 08:42:36 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on November 28, 2014, 09:18:36 pm
I also once had a dream that I ran around ripping people apart. heh, after I woke up I was pretty out of it for awhile.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on November 28, 2014, 11:52:50 pm
I was very weird in this dream too
Buddy1 got hit with a high power pulse from the signpost, and i began radioing him.
Me: "Did you miss me?"
Buddy" "Wha th...I'm dead!"
me: "I know You DEAD!"
And I awoke.
(do note I sounded just like a certain divorced from reality coblat-colored super soldier from a hit web series.)
Post by: Caz on November 28, 2014, 11:54:38 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on November 29, 2014, 12:16:05 am
I had a dream where the sun challenged me to a match of thumb wrestling. I won.If they did, then would you have had to say "Well done, Sun."?
Post by: Eric Blank on November 29, 2014, 12:29:26 am
I've been having some weird ass dreams over the past few months. Recurring dream, almost. I'm almost always in a public computer lab, browsing the inter webs or playing a game, when something disturbs me and i suddenly decide to start browsing for porn. There are always people behind me complaining or laughing at me but never interfering, and I always ignore them and continue anyway. These aren't lucid dreams, I have no control over anything. I'm just sitting there being laughed at by strangers for looking up weird porn. Its driving me nuts. These dreams don't make any goddamn sense. Why am I even having dreams like this!?
Post by: Itnetlolor on November 29, 2014, 02:29:01 am
Post by: Empiricist on November 30, 2014, 05:28:54 am
Now firstly, Jean Valjean was a lot more sinister in this one, I mean, he still carried out all the acts of kindness he performed in the source material, but he also occasionally indulged in localized omnicide using a seemingly endless supply of plastic explosives and monomolecular wire. Being perpetually cloaked in darkness and out of focus didn't really help either.
Inspector Javert had two voices, one male and one female which spoke in unison and continuously fluctuated in pitch, also, it seemed to be in the opinion that all criminals should be summarily executed in the same manner as Jack the Ripper's murder victims. It carried a set of weighted throwing knives and wore a featureless mask that lacked eyeholes, one half was darker than black, the other paler than white.
The Thénardiers was replaced by someone perpetually attired in full plate armor and who wielded a longsword. In spite of that, she was significantly more kind-hearted than the people she replaced. Unfortunately for everyone else, this manifested as a willingness to forcibly euthanize anyone afflicted by any inconvenience no matter how minor whilst maintaining a jubilant tone above their screams.
Turns out the three faceless weirdos are actually physical manifestations of eldritch gods and somehow in spite of that, the plot still adhered to the source material without too many deviations (Fantine's financial troubles were due to her illness occurring earlier rather than being swindled and she dies in the crossfire between Valjean and Javert instead of shock, also a large chunk of people in the background get killed off by the three entities) at least, until around the portion where One Day More is sung.
Firstly Valjean sings his lines in a more sarcastic, sinister tone while he rigs a few buildings with tripwire and explosives, which later on, end up killing quite a few innocent civilians when they explode and collapse, plus since they toppled over in the far-from--controlled demolition, they kicked up enough debris for Valjean to covertly garrote several more innocent bystanders in commotion. Javert never gets captured since he stabbed everyone who tried to assail it; granted, Enjolras does manage to rip its mask off, but as it turned out, Javert doesn't have a face, the only thing behind the mask was a levitating knife that promptly embedded itself in Enjolras' head. Oh and the entity that displaced the Thénardiers along with their sizable role in the story ends up running around killing soldiers and rebels, at least, until Valjean's explosives go off, when that happens, she decides to euthanize every single person in sight which ends up reducing Paris' population by quite a large margin to say the least.
Oh and during this massacre, Cossette and Marius were apparently too busy lovey dovey to notice that half the city was getting brutally murdered. Hell, people were getting murdered literally right next to them and bleeding all over the pair yet they still didn't notice for some unexplained reason. So by the end of the film, everyone who isn't a main character got murdered (so basically, 50% of the people who appeared onscreen for more than one second ended up dead), Paris was in ruins from the crossfire and the eldritch horrors that were responsible for it all were perfectly fine.
Post by: WillowLuman on November 30, 2014, 01:11:35 pm
I dreamed I had a job. There was a ball crawl the size of a lake, and I was supposed to patrol it in a hovercraft and pull people out if they started "drowning." I had a uniform and everything.
Post by: Spehss _ on December 01, 2014, 10:26:09 am
Spoiler: first (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: second (click to show/hide)
Post by: WillowLuman on December 01, 2014, 10:55:10 am
Post by: Spehss _ on December 01, 2014, 11:10:13 am
That second one... jeez.I know right? It was quite a trip.
Post by: Ultimuh on December 01, 2014, 08:37:55 pm
At least.. That's what I am increasingly becoming convinced of.
Post by: freeformschooler on December 01, 2014, 08:47:43 pm
Yet another proof that dreams are actually portals to alternate dimensions.. Or something..
At least.. That's what I am increasingly becoming convinced of.
Even the really messed up dreams?
I don't want to live in this multiverse anymore.
Post by: Cptn Kaladin Anrizlokum on December 02, 2014, 12:08:12 am
(The last dream I ever had, I was eaten by a snake and then taken to a laboratory. There were people with lab coats, and they did something. Never had a dream since.)
Post by: WillowLuman on December 02, 2014, 12:25:54 am
Post by: Itnetlolor on December 02, 2014, 03:26:02 am
Had two strange dreams.I've revisited old dreams before, or old dream worlds before. Plus, considering the nature of infinite universes and the like, I think the memory of it can work like a perceptual bookmark you can return to; like teleporting into it like an ability to select your dreams. I've tinkered around with this a bit, and met up with familiar faces, and learned more about some worlds. Fragments of memories, but enough to at least make a pass at them. Funny how similar, yet unfamiliar some places tend to be. I've been to places not my home, but I still felt as if I belonged there too. In some cases, I've been witness to scenarios not occurred in my life yet (like being a parent in a dreamworld or few; from what I recall, my kids were awesome and well behaved. Mostly just wanted to hang out with me and watch cartoons.). I still hope that Jaguar XKR is still waiting for me in that Attack on Titan-esque dream I had. I'm dying with style.Spoiler: first (click to show/hide)Spoiler: second (click to show/hide)
Post by: birdy51 on December 02, 2014, 07:45:05 am
Post by: Sirus on December 02, 2014, 01:56:34 pm
Post by: Jopax on December 04, 2014, 03:02:55 am
Won't say it was fun but it also wasn't that horrible, it was wierd. Doesn't help that I've been thinking about death a bit more than I usually do in the past few months.
Post by: Ultimuh on December 04, 2014, 03:07:06 am
Post by: WillowLuman on December 04, 2014, 03:13:48 am
That was last night, going to bed now with the hope that shit like this doesn't happen.
Post by: nomoetoe on December 04, 2014, 04:08:52 pm
More stuff happened, the zombie apocalypse turns into marloss apocalypse.
There were many dreams after that, but everything was either forgotten or not allowed to be told about on this forum. :P
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on December 04, 2014, 04:11:56 pm
I keep dreaming that I die. Like, in gruesome ways. Once had a building fall on me, then explode. Another was, oddly, the Payday gang ran me over. Another involved peanut butter and I am leaving it at that
Post by: ~Neri on December 04, 2014, 04:14:38 pm
I had a dream that the FG&RP board had a thing that rendered the games going in it as 3D, made the rping considerably more fun since could actually watch the characters.
Post by: WillowLuman on December 04, 2014, 05:59:40 pm
Almost forgot this:My god, that would be amazing.
I had a dream that the FG&RP board had a thing that rendered the games going in it as 3D, made the rping considerably more fun since could actually watch the characters.
Post by: ~Neri on December 04, 2014, 06:05:03 pm
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on December 04, 2014, 06:36:13 pm
1st I was horrifically sick, couldn't keep anything in my stomach. This one luckily was a hazy dream and very short.
2nd I don't remember most of but I know it was long and had to deal with shopping. Past that though is a mystery.
Thankfully in my 1st dream the realism was toned down to a minor extent, I just wish I could remember more about that second dream.
Post by: Dutrius on December 05, 2014, 07:42:44 am
Post by: WillowLuman on December 05, 2014, 12:36:03 pm
I dreamed I was watching Doctor Who, and the episode was really bizarre. They were in some really rocky, craggy place with these giant black tree things, all worried about some ominous sealed away danger. I don't really remember what happened through most of it, but eventually for some reason they climb up to this cave and do some ritually science thing to enter the place where the danger is sealed away. Turns out they've been in microscopic scale and have been adventuring across the side of a woman's face, and now they've just climbed into the ear. So, here's the cool part:
They go inside the cranium to find the dangerous thing, some kind of space-time anomaly. She's some kind of budding creative type, and has been mentally designing a city for worldbuilding, except somehow it's been manifesting physically, in microscale, on the back of the inside of her skull as she's been working out the details.
Post by: Spehss _ on December 05, 2014, 02:24:40 pm
Somehow everyone loves it. Act goes great. Band is happy. Apparently I'm friends with all my bandmates. So I'm happy. Yay, happy ending.
Also the band after us somehow summoned Cthulhu or some horrible world ending demon with their brutal black metal music. So that happened.
Was a weird dream.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on December 05, 2014, 03:31:50 pm
Note I'm rather young, so this was odd. I remember awakening to someone yelling 'Get that wanker awake!' (I can't possibly imagine who.) And then Dallas came in, told me to get up and grab my mask. Time sorta skipped ahead and suddenly we've arrived at a...Gas station down my street? Odd. We rob the place, a Bulldozer shows up...
It has the voice of a teacher I despised. We take him down, get in the van, and then I woke up.
moar paydays
Post by: Eric Blank on December 05, 2014, 04:18:18 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
TL;DR: Me and my family faff about, steal things, break things, lose our pets, and I get headbutted by a hippo. Was one hell of a dream.
Post by: Baffler on December 05, 2014, 04:25:14 pm
Last night was a goddamn circus of madness.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
TL;DR: Me and my family faff about, steal things, break things, lose our pets, and I get headbutted by a hippo. Was one hell of a dream.
I'd watch the movie.
Post by: Itnetlolor on December 05, 2014, 06:31:00 pm
Numerous questions were running through my head as it was happening. How did it form, what made that form, and how did that much water not pull water away from the coast? Just what the hell was the cause of this monster? As I was thinking through all this, my house got struck by the wave. Strangely enough, my house survived with me inside it. It only got knocked upwards a tad, and was resting at a slight angle, and moments after the way passed, my house was covered in all kinds of bugs and such, and somehow, there were survivors checking out the damage, and wondering why my house was the only thing standing. Just as well, after the wave and my house still standing, it was covered in all kinds of bugs that got washed up with the wave.
I'll personally interpret it as "No matter what calamity comes your way, you'll always be protected". I'll look up a dream dictionary for more details. But considering the crap that happened to me recently (computer was acting up in a scary fashion (repeated unauthorized restarts), like it was on the verge of breaking. I fixed it, but what a scare), I'll take my initial message for what it's worth. Made me reconsider a few things while at it; like if I'm freelancing, take better care in what clients I pick, because that work taxed my machine a tad, and I'm not risking that again. Basic work, simply put. It won't pay as well, but if I can accumulate enough simple jobs, then it'll add up and help me out without killing my computer in the process.
EDIT:
Looking at a dream book, basically, I fear having myself overwhelmed by everything; or more precisely, I got disturbing feelings and awareness that threaten to overwhelm me. Considering my computer is my livelihood, and it nearly got wiped out last night... Had I not taken care of it when I did, then yeah... It's working well enough again. But I don't want to experience that again. So much for that job. If a greater power exists, then I hope it's looking out for me. Plus, for a wave of such scale in my dream, what the hell is on the horizon? What major event is coming that it would be best to duck and cover for?
And looking up about the bugs, it probably means I'm probably putting too much emphasis on my work. In the past, I used to fall backwards into fortune, or at least enough to fulfill my needs (like an odd version of an RPG happening in real life). Maybe I'm forcing myself too much? I really do need to relax. For the past couple months since my previous job, a recurring message I've received was to relax, above all else. Everything else will fall into place in the meantime; even if I'm broke in the process (Yes, even the people in my dreams have been repeating the message to me until it got through)). Kinda like, my funds are getting purified by becoming nonexistant first (enough to pay bills, break my bank, and then replenish with cleaner income, or something like that.). Oddly enough, it's like being given a message to put some faith in myself, and a bit more back towards God that He can take care of everything. If I end up 'pulling a rabbit out of the hat' with this somehow, then I'll be impressed. Hell, it would be enough to reignite my faith in it's entirety. Considering my machine's still alive, brought back a spark.
Post by: Eric Blank on December 05, 2014, 06:40:21 pm
Unimaginable earthquake.
Really big water droplet. (https://what-if.xkcd.com/12/)
Post by: Person on December 08, 2014, 03:28:21 am
The basics are that I'm visiting a museum with my aunt and cousins. Real people I know, not ones my brain made up. So, I guess it was a pretty big place, because the cousin I like most as well as myself get split up from the group. We sort of wander into a corridor, and he starts to get ahead of me. I see a demon or something(was mostly shadow really) coming up behind him, and scare it off, with essentially my voice alone. I guess I sort of caused it pain somehow? Eventually it attacks us again, specifically me, by sneaking from behind. I try and exorcise it, but evidently I failed because that's when I woke up.
Yeah it devolved rather quickly. It stuck with me for awhile. I'm pretty sure I understand what the dream was telling me, oddly enough. Not like I've been reading/watching any ghost/horror stories/movies lately though, so the choice of presentation mystifies me. It was kinda stunning how fast it changed mood from happiness to fear, honestly.
Post by: Itnetlolor on December 09, 2014, 03:13:33 pm
Anyway, there seemed to be like 3 tall goat-like things guarding the entrance, which turned out to be total pushovers, and were easily taken out with a good combination of a shotgun and a claymore gunblade; not the lightest of weapon combos, but made short work of them. That gun would not look out of place in RWBY or Final Fantasy. Anyway, I killed off those demons quite swiftly, and decided to do a bit of sightseeing, even though the place looked like it was built out of a town of people (literally speaking, of course). I noticed that where I was at had no other entrance than just the place I was at floating in nothingness, dimly lit by the surrounding atmosphere and torches. Despite the build, it had no odor to it. Shrugging it off, I geared up again after looting the corpses for any keys or whatever might come handy, and marched into the place.
Despite the environment, it was odd how it was built (very linear; like a beginner level-builder made it), because I was ambushed by a pack of rabid dogs and more goat-men, and not surprisingly, took them all out in a rather predictable format (take out those I see, and rally them around the corner and shoot/clothesline them with my gunblade; again, more pushovers). Of course, as I proceeded forth, I got surprise-attacked by another mutt, and just slammed them into the ground, and finished them off, and all of a sudden, I needed to go to the bathroom. What else happens but despite the dank, bloody, boney build of this place, I come across a pair of bathrooms, with the basic public restroom setup (fluorescent lights, tile floor, hand dryers, porcelain toilets, and everything). It was by that point that I gave up on my dream, and decided to wake up. Somebody left the studio doors open again, and broke the immersion on me, and I woke up.
Lovely, I'm trouncing Hell, and I find the studio back lot of it all; break rooms, bathrooms and the works (like studio halls). Even some demons and such bullshitting and having coffee and talking about shows and such that were on. I find it funny that even supposedly horrifying things like my dream world can get that utterly lazy to break immersion because they forgot to close a door or something. Kudos to the set designers, it convincingly looked like Hell, as far as I would interpret it; but really, demons, how lazy can you guys get? As if killing you guys wasn't easy enough, you forget to close a door to the backstage?
EDIT:
Slightly personally unsettling about this dream was that before I noticed the backstage, I was taking the entire environment unusually well, especially considering the contents that made it up, and the fact that the environment was breathing and pulsing like a giant living being. Then again, I think the set designers did too well of a job for me to notice exactly where I was at (may be a creepy dark location, but it was equally scenery porn; kinda like that one cathedral made of bones). Then, of course, the backstage had to reveal itself, completely narming (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Narm) the dream up.
EDIT EDIT:
Well, this can't be a coincidence, can it?
Useful site/app: http://www.dreammoods.com/
Summary I keep getting for this is the same damn message I've been getting for the past few months. Relax. Simply put.
I think I put too much pressure on myself to get things done; some parts may be old habits from my past job, and other times, I'm always trying to be "The Good Guy" to every situation, and wanting to come off on top (funny enough; the bathroom reference also is a message to relax (getting the crap (bad feeling and such) out of my system. Like emotional constipation relief.)). However, what gives about my inner demons being so damn lazy (it looked like that one scene in Men In Black with the worms chatting before J entered the MiB agency (http://youtu.be/tyGxZrhcgKg))? I assume it's because I'm doing a good enough job ripping myself to shreds on my own. If that's what's meant about "needing to relax", then it's time I made those demons work overtime, and give them a reason to attack me again. Like I said, they were as much pushovers as the ones in Quake (even on Hard Difficulty) were.
Ironically enough, looking back at that dreamscape, I kinda want to render it now. It may have been horrific, but it was scary-awesome. Like H. R. Giger scary-awesome. Needless to say, NSFW content within (https://encrypted.google.com/search?tbm=isch&q=H.R.%20Giger&tbs=imgo:1).
EDIT EDIT EDIT:
Come and think of it, it's no surprise that a backstage kind of thing would exist in such an environment for me. Looking back, how many stage shows and such have I been backstage to? I've been backstage since before I was born. From tagging along with my dad on directing shows (working as an assistant; making sure everyone was doing well and such, learning from designers on-set and such. Getting a feel for how things are assembled (like E3 stuff, which yes, my dad even helped on some stuff like the XBOX sets and such (and yes, for those kinds of shows, even the presenters are aware of the cheesiness of what they have to do. I think drinking games are made based off the scripts they're given.))) to helping my siblings out with their performances (more morale support; but still backstage). Would explain why I commented on the set design of the dreamscape, despite it being Hell itself. When you know the inner-workings of things, it kinda nerfs/muppets the overall scare-factor.
And since that's mentioned, now I can imagine how silly the dream would look if were made out of nerf, and infested with demonic muppets.
Post by: Spehss _ on December 13, 2014, 12:29:33 pm
Woke up this morning and emptied my bladder for what felt like a whole minute. Like, dayum I guess I drank a lot of water last night.
Post by: Donuts on December 13, 2014, 12:39:01 pm
All my dreams are suprisingly boring, most of the time literally just being me dreaming about another day in my life.
Sometimes I don't even know if it actually happened or if it was a dream.
Post by: smeeprocket on December 13, 2014, 12:43:37 pm
I'm my current age, 34, but somehow some of the credits for my high school diploma are invalidated, so even though I don't even really need the diploma, I end up going back to school to finish the credits. But instead, I rarely attend class, get picked on horribly when I do, get stressed and anxious because I haven't completed any homework and am failing tests.
In the fream, I keep telling myself it doesn't make sense because I am too old to be in high school and I should just drop out. But Somehow I keep ending up going through school, failing several years and having to take the classes repeatedly.
Post by: WillowLuman on December 13, 2014, 01:12:44 pm
I dreamed one of my worst fears last night, being on a car trip when the car spins out of control and goes careening off the edge of a mountain road.
Post by: Arcvasti on December 13, 2014, 04:00:12 pm
I had no real idea where I was. Someplace vaguely tribal? In any case, there was this girl, named Ivy, who I had a crush on, in the dream. But she was in a relationship with someone already. I was semi-lucid at this point and, in a giant omnipotent dick-move, murdered him with my god-like powers. At this point was when I became non-lucid. Ivy, being one of my best friends, came to me and pleaded for me to bring her dead boyfriend back to like. Feeling horribly guilty, I agreed to help her. We ended up playing a special song on a harp hidden in some benches to go to the end of time. The end of time was a maelstrom of fire and floating rocks and chaos. There we spoke with the goddess of our people, a gigantic spider who spun her web at the end of time to catch the souls of the dead. The spider-goddess agreed to let us go past her web, into the realm of the dead, but warned us that if we took too long, our life would depart. So she opened a hole in her web and we went through. What was on the other side of her web was sort of like the end of time was, with floating boulders and such, but the boulders were shaped into corridors and stairs, so it looked kind of like the stairwell in Hogwarts. Me and Ivy wandered around in there for a while, being creeped out by the shades of the dead staring at us and whispering. The dream ended after a few minutes of that, implying we took too long and died ourselves.
Post by: nomoetoe on December 17, 2014, 04:02:47 pm
I was in some weird version of earth, lots of weird crap was happening, eventually towards the end of the dreams I gained weird powers, such as being able to increase the strength and durability of anyone and anything, it was a pretty amazing dream, but all I really remember was trying to get people in a bus to get through a tunnel that was constantly spewing huge amounts of water, we never did get through. end of dream.
I was now on an island a zombie island, some survivors told me that I had to leave NOW, I ignored them and their warning. I went up to a gate and tried to open it, a zombie tried to grab me through the gate and I decided now would be a good time to leave the island. I got back to the shore and I could hear a horde of zombies coming from some distance behind me, I was pulling my boat along to get it into the ocean.
Then a tiger comes bounding over to attack me. I put my hand in front of me and said "No wait, wait, wait!" The tiger stopped, but it wasn't fully convinced to not murder me to death, so I talked to it and pet it, I could hear the zombies getting close so I told the tiger that we had to get out of here NOW. So we jumped into the boat (which had turned into a truck) and drove into the ocean, sadly my truck wasn't water proof and we began sinking, I looked over to the tiger and sadly said "Well at least we tried." Then the water filled the truck and we drowned. end of dream.
In this dream I was a woman working in a supermarket/whatever the hell it was.
I was sitting in a big room full of people who were also sitting down, we were listening to this man speak about something but I wasn't really listening, something happened and I had to go back to work. after walking around randomly in the store I eventually ended up in some area with no people and was full of cardboard boxes.
Apparently I was there for some kind of treatment, I was very frightened about this and just before the doctor guy came in I said "You know what, I don't treatment I'm just fine." Then the doctor comes in and tells me to sit down, I do so and he grabs three weird green spike things and shoves them deep into my head, everything goes dark and I hear random things like people talking and the ocean oceaning.
When I could see again the doctor looked rather worried, I freak out and run away while hovering just above the ground, after freaking out for awhile I discovered I could jump and stand on air, it was rather odd. Apparently I and the people with me were in some kind of big war with some people that lived in some mountainous region. The perspective changed to someone who was pretending to me. Fake me was walking up a path to the base of my peoples enemy and was talking with this guy next to me, when we got close I decided to just jump on the air to the entrance, when I got there I was rather impressed and walked in.
I was now back to real me and we were flying in a airplane to enemy territory, we drop in and are immediately surrounded, so I form a large bubble and stop time, after getting a suitable hostage we were able to get away from the enemy, later on I stopped time again setting up all my enemies to kill each other, dream ended soon after.
Post by: Sirus on December 18, 2014, 12:10:38 pm
I won't go into the specifics, but basically a fire somehow started in the closet in my bedroom. When I tried to leave my bedroom, there was a fire in the hall. When I turned around and tried to go out through the window, fire there as well. I was trapped, and the flames moved in and I woke up just as I was engulfed.
Post by: nomoetoe on December 18, 2014, 01:31:56 pm
I had another dream where I was in a hospital and everyone in it had some kind of weird mass on their head, apparently I was going to get the stuff to but I refused, so I somehow turned the mass they were going to give me into some kind of massive blue blob, it decided to cover some weird guy wearing a giant bear suit, the guy next to him said "Did your mouth get bigger?" The blob covered bear man then lunged at the guy next to him and the guy is squished into a ball and is surrounded by blue blob.
The blob covered bear man's mouth gets bigger and pulls the blob covered man closer to it. A woman nearby notices something wrong and says. "NO DON'T YOU DO IT DON'T YOU DARE!" The blob covered man is then absorbed, both man and bear man turn into blue blob and everyone panics. Then a little stuffed bear jumps onto the table near me and says " I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getch!" It then jumps towards me and I grab it by the face and throw it away. Then I woke up.
Post by: Squill on December 20, 2014, 08:48:26 pm
It was also really fucking long, so I put it in a spoiler.
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Well then, that was certainly interesting. This is one of the most vivid, longest dreams I have ever had, and it was extremely bizarre. It was not too terrifying most of the time, but it had a definite sense of unease. I don't write down all of my dreams, but this one warranted it.
Post by: nomoetoe on December 22, 2014, 01:55:11 pm
Later I was in a car again riding with people, the car stopped working so we pulled over the side and waved for people to pick us up. a woman driving by in a police car stops and lets us in. She drives along and is about to hit a wire fence, so I use my newly acquired gravity powers and lift us over the fence. We go along on the road in the air for awhile and I slowly lower us to the road, we veer around a bit and we end up crashing into a weird park. I'm now watching from the perspective of a camera watching myself eat a squirrel and acting rather insane, after I eat everything in its chest cavity I throw it away and pull a blanket out of nowhere, I walk over to this redheaded guy sitting on a bar stool, I tell him that I ate a squirrel, He wasn't amused.
I notice that something is wrong, I look back and see a badly animated manticore about to fight with another strange animal, I decided that the manticore was extremely dangerous and must be destroyed, so I walk over to its vicinity and start increasing the amount of gravity is upon it, 100 times, it falls but starts growing and getting back up, 1000 times, the same thing happens, at 100,000 times gravity, the now massive manticore collapses and is about to explode, just before the explosion is able to kill everybody I use yet another new power, I made a massive blue bubble that pulled the nearby people in but some were still incinerated by the blast.
We are now in space there is a large amount of people in blue bubbles within the massive blue bubble, everyone is asleep except for the redhead, he looks terrified and pounds his fist onto his little bubble. The view pans away from him out away from the bubble to me sitting on a moderately sized bubble some distance outside of the big bubble, I'm moving someone in a bubble to the big bubble and I smile, but a strange metal canister floats by and I crush it, and I say something about not wanting their kind when I populate the new world.
Post by: Cryxis, Prince of Doom on December 23, 2014, 10:21:50 am
It involved 3 of my friends and my girl friend. We were in the school lunch room during lunch. We sat next to the brick wall and it was just the five of us sitting at the long lunch table. At some point in the dream a Rise Against song came on the radio in the lunch room near where we were sitting and all of us began singing. By the end of the dream we were screaming the lyrics like we were on stage.
That was a great dream
Also a minor note: this dream happened during ~30 minute nap maybe even shorter. I didn't know I could have dreams in that short of time
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on December 26, 2014, 09:25:04 am
the first dream was a treasure maze with all sorts of hidden Gimmicks and Commander Shepard had to navigate it by talking to Handsome Jack while kneeling to him as though he were King.
(why??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????)
The second dreamwas a lot like Dragon Age Origins in the fact that you had allies who were capable of dying or utterly leaving you, the focus of the dream as a golem-conjurer who left her golem near the cavern entrance so it could hold off any intruders and took and Ogre and a Knight into the main cavern chamber, fought a slave-using mage then began to navigate this maze of library shelves, the ogre wasn't thrilled about the need to do that maze but the knight was much happier they decided to not give the Mage his inital diplomatic request of leaving the ogre there as a new slave.
(Bizarre)
Post by: Cryxis, Prince of Doom on December 26, 2014, 09:39:10 am
I temember it was quite high tech, I think I even went lucid for a bit. I also took an arrow to my eye and pulled it out causing the rest of my dream to have bad depth perception and look like I was seeing from one eye. Though bits of my dream jumped to third person view and that just kinda messed up that whole screwy vison. Did help to show that it was a dream and after it did the whole third person a few times I went lucid for a bit, didn't know what to do so I think I woke myself up.
Upon waking up I remembered I had something I was supposed to do IRL that if I didn't do my mom would have been mad so, thanks subconscious for giving me a thirty minute nap and warning me when it was time to get up.
Post by: Tawa on December 26, 2014, 01:09:09 pm
So the dream was actually putting little dots on rocks that were a really far away from the sun (if they were realistically near the sun the dots dragged the rock into the sun), then putting them on other rocks, except once you started putting them on other rocks, big purple and yellow lines showed up and turned your dots purple or yellow. When all your dots were purple or yellow, you lost. I made a really terrible pun at the end, which I thankfully don't remember.
I also caught Spiritomb from the Pokémon games halfway through for some reason.
Post by: Cryxis, Prince of Doom on December 28, 2014, 10:04:04 am
The dream was just me sitting on the couch playing video games with people I knew but at the end of it my dad (or who was it?) threw me a purple skin green on the inside apple. I bit into it and it tasted like a grape but slightly sweeter, I asked my dad (in dream not lucid) what kind of apple it was and he responded calling it a concord apple.
I want this to happen now....
I woke up drooling
Post by: Lord_lemonpie on December 28, 2014, 12:51:08 pm
Me and my stepbrother were walking in some kind of swamp. Suddenly a bear jumped out of the bushes and started running towards us. So we ran and ran until we arrived at some kind of savannah. We continued running, but suddenly there was a wolf in front of us, so i did what everyone does when they encounter a hungry wolf: i hit it with a pan. After that i had to hit the bear, which was still chasing us, with the same pan. The bear jumped away and the wolf came running towards us for the second. I hit it on the head with a pan again. This continued for a long time, but after a while, the wolf and the bear came running at us together. After that i woke up.
Wtf brain. I get ambushed by some predators and the only weapon you can come up with is a fucking pan?
Post by: Spehss _ on December 30, 2014, 11:20:46 am
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I woke up shortly afterwards and decided to get up instead of sleeping in and have a fifth crazy dream. I suspect either the soylent I've been drinking or the fact I forgot to take my anti-depressant last night had something to do with the vivid surreal nightmares. Possibly both. Googling "soylent crazy dreams" and it looks like other people had similar experiences.
Post by: Itnetlolor on December 31, 2014, 05:34:32 pm
I like when there's consistency, because she's the same exact girl the many other past dreams I've had (looks, personality, voice & accent, etc.); although oddly enough, her hair seemed shorter this time, and lightening up to a more blonde-ish color. From all the dreams she's been involved in, I find it pretty nifty her hair color changes according to length (shorter = blonder, longer = redder/darker), like a naturally occurring anomaly. All in all, I really wish there was a way to bridge the gap between realities. They're too awesome to not exist whatsoever.
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On another note, another recurring dream-girl (heterochromia (red/blue eyes) blonde super-genius) and I, when we run into each other (other dreams that happen from time to time), usually discuss how we can actually pull it off. Generally using the dreamverse as the point to strike from, given it's flexibility of rules (including temporal rules, so time is not even a limit, given we can condense it), and overall availability of content/technology our time/space/reality has yet to obtain (Basically, if this was GURPS, then it's 'Tech Level 12: Anything Goes' here; including using elder gods as machines or power sources; with their consent, of course. Plus, like my avatar, screw physics. Reality's not a barrier/limit where our research is concerned.). Ironically enough, we also had some rather scary looking elder god things join in on this, and have them provide their input. Never expected a snail-like insect-thing with a humanoid face for a shell (like something from H.R. Giger) to actually be eloquent and kindly about things. It was a true gent, despite looking like the embodiment of sin that fell off an ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, and rooted itself like a sapling in the process.
Needless to say, on off-hours of our research, we had to have a drink with it. Also due to the fact I wanted to see it down several shots simultaneously with it's many limbs and mouths, and see how well it can handle it's booze. It was actually pretty cool to watch. I swear, even the humanoid shell thing on it looked buzzed/drunk afterward. Watching what appears to be an elder god being drunk is oddly funny to witness, despite how utterly horrifying to the common person they are to look at. Sometimes, I swear my dreams are a melting pot of a horrifying combination of games, comedy anime/manga and H.R. Giger/HP Lovecraft and action films, with a dash of romantic comedy. let's not forget to lob in some zeerust style and some cheesy campiness on some areas here and there, and have a little 90's flair to it. And these are normal areas, relative to most other places. You'd be surprised, but Hell (or at least My Personal Hell) is dull as ever, like working at Wal-Mart for eternity, and demons and elder gods and such are regular everyday people which are just pain-in-the-ass customers. To be honest, I'd rather have nightmares of them as the true eldritch horrors they really are instead (like the horror-shoggoth thing I described earlier). At least then I have something interesting to look at. Being surrounded by IRL everyday bullcrap (like being stuck in a single era for eternity) is my personal Hell. Like retiring from insanity for a spell. I guess my hardness to nightmares is caused by sufficient boredom of the everyday norm.
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Come and think of it, I swear I had ended up working in such a place in a dream, and it made me feel uneasy. I'll be amused if demons really were just shopping there, and I was employed there, and they were regulated to wear human avatars (to also support the hell-zone as a hell for the particulars there (eg-Employees)). It makes sense in context, based on my experience, I guess. My interpretation: I think I prefer some flexibility in my life, to a more lucid level.
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After playing Fract OSC, and solving some of the puzzles, the liveliness changeup of the ghost mall is like what happens as you solve more of the game. It goes from dark (or in the case of the mall, grey) and cold looking to warm and inviting with a more funky feel to it. Oddly enough, people flourished out of the blue. Combine a few movie plot mechanics to explain what the hell must've happened, my visitor must've brought some friends or security, or both. The changeup was also kinda coloring book style. I had the outline, and she filled in everything else.
Post by: nomoetoe on January 07, 2015, 05:06:51 pm
In one I was playing dwarf fortress, I was playing as the adventurer that I am currently playing as, for some reason I was upset by the fact that a human had become lord of a hamlet even though I gave that position to a dwarf. I then killed said human. That was the end of that dream.
Post by: Eric Blank on January 08, 2015, 07:21:21 pm
Of the first, my family and I were living in an apartment complex at the top of a hill in a low-density seaside town. There was a bay downhill from us, and between the apartments and the bay were, in this order; a small village of mud and thatch shacks, a village of thick log cabins capped by a temple on the side nearer the bay, and a fortress, such as were built in the 17-19th centuries. I was waneering about outside the apartments when I spotted a tiny, unbelievably pale (albino/no pigmentation) man with a round face that seemed like he could do nothing but scowl, wearing nothing but rags. He was stealing from a toolshed, and when I confronted him he ran downhill, towards the first village, where he threw the tools he stole in one of the shacks and other people, very similar looking, came out to chase me away. I ran further downhill into the next town, where the people were just as unhappy about my presence, because they and the other village were cultist colonies, who hated each other. I had inadvertently started a war, and while they were fighting I kept running downhill to the harbor, where I learned that the fortress was a factory producing modern tanks, and ye olde cannons and muskets. They were in the process of deploying these to fight the cultist horde that descended the hill after me, and most of the tanks didn't bother using the door; they just drove through the walls. I ran inside and hid for the duration of the fighting, mostly dodging rubble.
The dream transitioned very abruptly to playing a game of planetside 2. I was alone on a coastline fighting a squad of half a dozen of those purple faction folks, can't recall for the life of me what they're called, and they were all women (female characters, I mean), apparently knew each other quite well, and all were in either max suits or assassins, using their UFO helicopter gunship variant or whatever. Kicking my ass, quite literally. I controlled only one point, and it was exposed, out in the open. My anti-air weaponry sucked, im terrible with the aircraft, and of course I was alone.
Again, the scene suddenly transitions back to the apartment complex. I'm explaining the cultist situation to my family, the very apparent firefight going on at the beach, but they think I'm full of shit. I keep arguing with them for a while, and suddenly everyone leaves, including our neighbor. I go into his apartment because why not and hes got an occulus rift. And, of course, what do you do with your VR set but play hentai porn games? Sadly, it wasn't a very good game and I eventually left with my family.
We all went out of town to the cabin I live in right now. Pretty soon a police car shows up escorting a cobalt blue jeep. They stop by the neighbors first and the cop has a discussion with them, then they come over here. When the cop shows up there's something obviously wrong with the guy, he's obviously nervous for one thing. He wants to talk to each of us alone, so he and my mother go outside to talk for a bit. When he comes back, my mother isn't with him, and he next pulls aside my brother. I watch them walk out back through a window, and after a brief time be shoots my brother. I am now freaking out, and when he comes back in I draw a gun on him and threaten to shoot him, so he explains to me that the guy outside in the jeep is a very rich man, someone you don't say no to, and he wants our land. I tell him to fuck off and he then shoots me, because I wasn't watching him. He wasn't paying much attention either, though, and actually just missed my side, but I fall over anyway. He turns around looking out the window, and I kill him. Then I go outside, and I shoot the man in the jeep and his driver. I call 911 at that point while I go check on my family; my brother is dead, but my mother was strangled, poorly, and she is alive. The sheriff shows up first, and when hes seen everything he tells me the "cop" was an imposter, not one of his deputies, and the other two men were members of a drug cartel operating out of mexico, probably wanted our land to grow and store some of their shit. Also, they shot my neighbor, too.
Goddamn dreams so fucked up I might be full of bacon and shrooms.
Post by: itisnotlogical on January 08, 2015, 10:47:27 pm
What the hell
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Post by: pisskop on January 11, 2015, 06:27:50 am
I started to rollaway but his paw fixed that for me. He just kept licking my neck even after it was raw.
It occured to me he wanted my salty sweat. And that he was going to give me a rash Or start to casually eat me as predators can do.
Post by: SaberToothTiger on January 11, 2015, 06:52:49 am
Post by: Yoink on January 11, 2015, 08:58:52 am
Also at some point the dream's perspective shifted, and I was actually experiencing their adventures first hand.
Only part I remember was where they were breaking into some sort of compound/shipping yard, doubtless for nefarious reasons.
Post by: Graknorke on January 11, 2015, 07:20:36 pm
Why can't all sleep provide simple hallucinations like that?
Post by: Yoink on January 11, 2015, 11:48:24 pm
They were on the run from soldiers for some time, hiding out in little thatched-roof wooden huts around the jungle, until finally they slipped up and a group of soldiers caught them. Can't remember exactly went down, but the woman and child were either killed or captured before elite-rogue-soldier-dude managed to kill all their assailants with his bare hands at the perfect moment, using one of their pistols to finish off the last guy just as he was whirling around to open fire.
Whether the lady and babby lived or not, they were taken from the main character and he got all brooding and vengeful, preparing to go avenge their deaths/try to rescue them again with his epic skillz just as the dream ended. Huh.
I can't remember much other than that vague outline, but I'm pretty sure that stuff was a flashback from an earlier scene, with some commander of the same army returning to base to be told off for screwing up somehow or other. I remember he got around in some sort of motorized chair festooned with cacti plants and had an odd entourage of some of his troops, but whether he was an older version of the same elite guy or one of the officers tasked with capturing said elite guy (more likely) I can't remember.
Post by: WillowLuman on January 18, 2015, 06:50:13 pm
First, I had to fight someone for some reason. I don't remember the details too well, but it was some urgent life-or-death thing, it took place in a driveway, and I wound up beating him over the head with a baseball bat several times before strangling him. I think he was trying to shank someone who was there with me. His blood was dark blue but it was still blood, and he coughed it up everywhere. I don't know where this dream came from and I never want to see its like again.
Second, my family and I were on top of the Eiffel Tower and there was an absurd amount of space up there, including parking lots (!). We went into a buffet and I was trying to find something that wasn't dessert.
Finally, I was at my grandparent's house, but the place had twice as many rooms as it should have and there was some 5NAF crap going on. We were holed up in the basement and people were getting killed. Somehow we wound up upstairs (ground level) in a brightly lit bedroom which seemed to have been untouched by the violence, and so we tossed all the pets out the window into the back yard. We all felt like the things were all still in the basement, but we still didn't feel safe. Then we all got the bright idea to just run to the kitchen and go out the back door, and after arming ourselves with baseball bats and other improvised stuff (not sure where we got those), we waited out back to see if the things would follow us outside.
Post by: Itnetlolor on January 21, 2015, 01:50:44 pm
TL;DR: I basically had a Garry's Mod equivalent of my town, and my dream girl (purple-eyed one) and I had some fun screwing around with it, and mixing some music of our own, and messing around with each other's settings. It was fun.
Post by: Baffler on January 21, 2015, 04:59:55 pm
Surprisingly though, that wasn't the end. It cut ahead, and I was up on the ridge in a big concrete casemate with a truly enormous coastal gun and a pair of machineguns inside. The coastal gun was exchanging fire with a destroyer off in the distance, and the shells it was returning were starting to get pretty close. A lot of bullets were hitting the slit for the machinegun, but even more were falling just short and hitting the front. The machine gunner yelled at me to go to the arsenal for more ammunition, so I rushed out to get some. The destroyer hit the casemate not long after I stepped out of it, I was knocked over by the blast, faceplanted, and passed out.
When I came to, there was considerably less gunfire, and it sounded much more distant. I looked back and saw that the casemate's roof was partially collapsed and the men inside had run away, apparently leaving me for dead. I heard someone talking but didn't make out what they said. Someone rolled me over with their foot, and I saw a pair of dirty American soldiers. One of them was the same friend from the landing craft. The taller one said something else that I didn't quite catch, my friend chuckled grimly, and then he shot me. I very clearly remember that the very last thing in the dream was thinking how much of an asshole that guy was.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on January 23, 2015, 12:50:33 am
Easy to guess which game titles I've been nonstop playing huh?
Post by: Yoink on January 23, 2015, 01:18:34 am
The last dream I remember was from two nights ago. There were a pair of teenage girls hunting vampires/a vampire, seemingly in some film I was watching.
They tracked down this one vampire outside some building, which I think they made their way into via this concrete tunnel network they were based in.
The dark-haired girl was doing most of the legwork, since her friend was confined to a wheelchair- apparently due to injuries caused by some vampire they'd encountered in the past.
Anyway, the brunette subdued their target, this scruffy, imposing, predictably pale man, and began interrogating him. (I believe she had him in handcuffs or similar?)
She demanded to know "who did this to me," and the same about her friend. As far as I could tell the girl's only injuries were a couple of grazes, but she was mad.
After a bit of fruitless questioning, and to my bewilderment, the much-taller man crouched down and began kissing the girl on the mouth.
I looked over at whoever was watching the movie with me to ask "WTF is this" or something along those lines, but then it cut to another scene.
Unfortunately I do not remember said scene, but shortly it cut back to the girl "interrogating" the vampire as they broke off the kiss.
In that span of time, though, the small girl had grown into an adult woman and the vampire had shrunk into a scrawny teen boy.
Somehow from this I understood that, by kissing, vampires could trade ages with (or steal it from?) each other, and that what I'd seen as a small girl hunting vampires had actually been a vampire herself all along. Being shrunk to child-size by some other vampire was what she was so pissed about.
...It seemed really clever in the dream, but now I'm not sure it really makes sense. >.>
She then grabbed the (now much smaller) vampire by the throat and demanded answers. He just weakly protested that she would break his spine if she applied any more pressure.
I think the dream ended there?
Post by: WillowLuman on January 23, 2015, 01:26:27 am
Post by: Akura on January 23, 2015, 09:06:23 am
...Not a bad idea for a game plot actually.
Post by: 4maskwolf on January 24, 2015, 06:22:45 pm
I remember the end the best of all, and that was probably the most "huh?" thing of all of it. We checked the time and apparently we were about to be late for school, so we began driving more pointedly in that direction. Then there were cops showing up because for some reason her dad didn't know where she was and wanted to make sure she was okay. And then I woke up.
Yes, I know I'm still here, quit giving me shit about it. I've explained why several times.
Post by: Itnetlolor on January 24, 2015, 07:05:38 pm
However, it didn't explain why it started to roll after the A-10 until it bugged out, and decided to stop for a moment longer, and implode out of existence right before my eyes. After shrugging it off, I decided to take a nap, and wake up. As far as I can figure, it must've been a higher-dimensional being dipping it's fingers in our reality space, in the dream.
Post by: Eric Blank on January 24, 2015, 07:25:02 pm
So I drive home and there's a cow moose in our pasture chasing our horses in circles. I get my father out there and we try to hit it with our sad little small-caliber rifles. Doesn't work, and I can't tell if it's because we're missing, or the moose is simply ignoring it. Eventually the moose runs back through the fence, chasing me down and punts me, then runs across the road. There is a huge black wolf a ways down the road eating some corpse there.
Well that was weird.
Post by: Yoink on January 24, 2015, 07:33:31 pm
I... wow. I'm kinda jealous of that dream; not much of note happened in my dreamspace last night apart from me meeting (and apparently sharing a place with?) an old school friend and going to get a tattoo, waking up at the first bite of the needle.
Then again, I didn't really sleep enough for much to happen...
Post by: Tawa on January 24, 2015, 07:35:49 pm
Post by: That Wolf on January 24, 2015, 07:54:35 pm
My dream was amazing and fufilling I was hanging with people I dont know, very beautiful and I knew one of the girls loved me, they all loved me but she was a part if me almost, and I loved her nothing in my mind obscured my love for any of these people and we spent our time speaking and partying, but nothing like an earthly party. It was intense and I didntwant to leave.. infact I knew I wouldnt leave, shit why would I ever leave here. I have all I need and the girl and I got closer and more formless, all of us where relatively formless though.. AND I woke up, smiling to myself at my dream I went to tell my friends, and they laughed and enjoyed my description of it then I went to my girlfriends house and told her and she and I contemplated it (i would often talk aboit my dreams with her) and I told my parents, and some strangers on the street.... AND I woke up. This time I was in 'reality' but I wasnt sure. I was pretty dream drunk.
But I realised I had a intense dream inside a dream that was good by itself. Amazing I thought as I woke up. Nothing lile my lucid dreams
Post by: nomoetoe on January 25, 2015, 09:20:57 pm
Then I was a human hiding in the same arena from a t-rex, it came up to me and killed me.
Post by: Itnetlolor on January 26, 2015, 12:56:29 am
Had a simple dream, I was in a big sandy arena with a t-rex. I was a dwarf, I ran up to the t-rex yelling something and I pulled out a dagger, someone told me to run away but I just kept running at it and then stabbed it to death.You didn't happen to be summoned into the DF Arena Mode did you?
Then I was a human hiding in the same arena from a t-rex, it came up to me and killed me.
Post by: Antsan on January 26, 2015, 10:48:47 am
I cannot remember anything going on, just that everything which happened, happened in Lisp. Not like people were talking Lips or like I was programming, the world and my thoughts, everything at all was expressed in Lisp. That was of course after learning Common Lisp for three months.
Another one, a bit later, had read through "Solaris" by Stanisław Lem the night before (I wasn't quite sober). I remember only one scene and it was kind of the only one which I could even describe: It seemed like 3 muscles, squeezing around each other in the same motion as with braiding, only that there was no middle or outside. The other scenes I dreamed of where even more non-euclidean.
Post by: Caz on January 26, 2015, 11:04:38 am
Seriously tho, what stops dreams? Other than mainlining arsenic.
Post by: Baffler on January 26, 2015, 12:05:07 pm
Seriously tho, what stops dreams? Other than mainlining arsenic.
I had serious nightmares almost every night for a good while. What I ended up doing was just revising them as soon as I woke up. I would think them through in a way similar to how they went, but in a way that was much more agreeable to my psyche (removing details, adding in filler, that sort of thing) then ran through the "revised script" a few times in my mind to get it to stick. People do basically the same thing, less the revisions, to better remember their dreams. It took some practice to get that kind of "alternate reality control" down, but it certainly worked. After the issue was resolved I made a conscious effort to not do that, though to this day I wonder if I actually succeeded or if it comes so naturally that I don't notice anymore. I rarely have nightmares anymore in any case. This might work for you and it might not, but it's worth a shot.
Post by: WillowLuman on January 26, 2015, 12:13:53 pm
Post by: Caz on January 26, 2015, 12:18:59 pm
Seriously tho, what stops dreams? Other than mainlining arsenic.
I had serious nightmares almost every night for a good while. What I ended up doing was just revising them as soon as I woke up. I would think them through in a way similar to how they went, but in a way that was much more agreeable to my psyche (removing details, adding in filler, that sort of thing) then ran through the "revised script" a few times in my mind to get it to stick. People do basically the same thing, less the revisions, to better remember their dreams. It took some practice to get that kind of "alternate reality control" down, but it certainly worked. After the issue was resolved I made a conscious effort to not do that, though to this day I wonder if I actually succeeded or if it comes so naturally that I don't notice anymore. I rarely have nightmares anymore in any case. This might work for you and it might not, but it's worth a shot.
Interesting idea, cheers. :)
Post by: Yoink on January 27, 2015, 06:11:02 pm
It was through incredibly harsh, icy terrain, steep cliffs, and the area was inhabited by these dangerous, Ancient Mongolian-style tribes. (I'm assuming there was more than one, since the guy seemed to live with one group of them who were fairly peaceful, along with a few other caucasian folks.)
What was he hoping to achieve with this long, dangerous journey? He wanted to find his brother, who worked as a surgeon in another tiny, isolated village. I don't think they had seen each other for a looong time, but I believe surgical expertise was desperately needed in the first brother's village, likely to save someone dear to him.
The main character didn't make the journey alone, despite being a rugged, badass-wilderness-survival-type dude. I remember a pretty red-haired young woman and a Hodor lookalike, both of whom became separated from the main character when they were attacked by a hostile tribe high in the mountains. They fled by sort off ass-sledding down an iced-over gulley, with arrows thudding into the ground right behind them.
Eventually, their luck ran out and the woman copped an arrow right in the eye. She slumped down and I assumed she was dead, but a distraught Hodor ran back to grab her, then resumed ass-sledding.
After that he managed to escape, and they joined up with some friendlier group of relief workers(?) who were travelling through the mountains nearby. The woman was now fading in and out of consciousness, with an arrow lodged in her eye... now it was even more vital that the main dude find his brother the surgeon.
My phone probably isn't going to let me type much more, plus I need to go do stuff. :-/ Maybe I'll type the rest up in a separate post later. Bloody phone.
Post by: TD1 on January 27, 2015, 06:15:23 pm
It was weird.
Post by: mate888 on January 27, 2015, 06:17:19 pm
Weirdly enough he was the protagonist of Life of Pi.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on January 28, 2015, 06:47:33 am
An anime club opened up here in town, Public to everyone in a new auditorium close enough to me I could walk to it regularly.
Thing is when I got there, everyone else was a big time Naruto fan, to the point of the club became a Naruto cult heck bent on making Naruto the new name of my hometown.
Thank existence my father woke me up before it got any weirder, especially considering how weird my dreams can get.
Then i had a semi-lucid one, by Semi Lucid I mean I knew I was dreaming yet didnt have any control on it just yet:
It wasn't much diff then IRL but it was a video game that played like Crackdown on the X360, and everyone was an Agent, but when they jumped their favorite color lit up their jump's arc. I decided to explore, and just before i reached the top of the tallest building in my hometown I woke up, starving.
Post by: WillowLuman on January 28, 2015, 12:23:50 pm
Post by: pisskop on January 28, 2015, 12:26:59 pm
In reality, she has a crush or some such on me. Blushing, gushing over compliments, and the like. Since last year. Not a bad looker, either, just heavily overworked and under-socialized.
In my dream, she turns out to be a Christian with strong values. I ultimately start attending church again to appease her and her family, and for some reason keep my irl vow to not drink/havesex until I get my own life on track. We ended up spooning most nights, in PJs. One night she neglected to wear them, and much foreplay and eventual intercourse was had. A baby came, and we got married to avoid the 'bastard' stigma.
I think this is a clear case of my mind being direct about my desires. :-\
Post by: Yoink on January 28, 2015, 02:13:14 pm
...Although admittedly I did have to stifle laughter at Hugo's. Are you sure it was really a dream? You should check yourself for bruises. :P
Post by: WillowLuman on January 28, 2015, 02:48:35 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on January 28, 2015, 04:57:11 pm
The Thing (as in from the film The Thing) invaded the earth. Except it was rather un-malevolent. It assimilated people but kept their minds intact and allowed them control over the rest of their body, so you were, in essence, a regular human with the ability to morph into anything you wanted. It also, for some reason, gave some people (me included) minor telekinetic powers. After being assimilated, I spent the rest of the dream wandering around with my friends, using my telekinesis to move little objects around (rather sloppily). It was surprisingly fun.I'm surprised you weren't tempted to use "The Thing" powers to enhance any relationships. :wink wink:
Not often you come across benevolent demons of terror.
Post by: nomoetoe on January 28, 2015, 06:04:32 pm
Post by: Lord Shonus on January 28, 2015, 09:20:02 pm
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And so you managed to escape from the deadly neurotoxin. Just you, the Lone Survivor. Why is that you ask? Is there some symbolic or metaphorical meaning to this? How should I know, it's your dream. I'm just the narrator.
Post by: Tawa on January 28, 2015, 09:22:29 pm
Had a very strange dream last night. I was drifting back and forth between reading a massive (and entirely nonexistant) military memoir and participating in it. Near the time I woke up, Morgan Freeman started narrating the dream to me.This seems like the plot of a movie.QuoteAnd so you managed to escape from the deadly neurotoxin. Just you, the Lone Survivor. Why is that you ask? Is there some symbolic or metaphorical meaning to this? How should I know, it's your dream. I'm just the narrator.
I would watch that movie.
Post by: nomoetoe on January 29, 2015, 10:31:32 am
Later on I was on a highway with some people, I'm guessing something bad happened since the highway was full of empty vehicles, I eventually made the vehicle fly because I didn't want to drive around the vehicles.
Then I was in the air holding on to a small helicopter while someone held onto my legs, I lowered us down to the ground and landed in a zoo, security came looking for us so we flew through a wall and hid. Then we flew away cause we realized that we couldn't be harmed.
Then I was in a building, I had Doritos and they were delicious, but some people came in and took them, I was sad about this. I woke up.
My dreams are becoming less weird and more random. :c
Post by: Arx on January 29, 2015, 02:20:18 pm
The most recent that I can remember involved sealing a room with massive floor-to-ceiling windows against a storm, because it was right next to the sea. The lowest floor was designed as an underwater viewing room, and the balcony off the next was designed as a sort of pier into the water. There was one of those odd woven reed mats on the floor on the ground floor, and the frames of the windows were made of aluminium. The sea was grey for most of the dream, but at one point it was blue for a while. I could see a rock out in the distance. I held someone's hand for a while, but I can't remember anything about them.
The house was very grey in design. The balcony was concrete. I think the storm broke all the windows anyway. I may have died, along with my family.
Happy dreams.
Post by: Spehss _ on January 31, 2015, 01:00:03 pm
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There was more crazy stuff, but a lot of it is a blur. The night sky was a damn amazing sight though.
Post by: nomoetoe on February 01, 2015, 10:58:05 am
I do remember the end of the dream though. I had powers and I looked like I was made of stone, hot nearly molten stone was around my abs and pecks giving them detail. 3 others like myself came over apparently we were trying to kill Satan for cursing us or something, So one of them had apparently made Satan mad so he'd come fight us.
I heard thunder and a strong wind and I went outside, out comes someone humanoid in shape quite nice looking, I'm assuming it was Satan.
The 3 people with me were now but I attacked anyway, For about a minute I punched him not really doing much to him, then I start slapping him to a much greater affect, Unfortunately this made him very angry. He grabs a large sword out of nowhere and comes at me I attempt to block his attacks and I am barely able to do so, eventually we got inside a building and he turned into a big dinosaur, out of a closet comes a spinosaurus thing, it quickly takes down dino Satan turning him back to humanoid form and eats him, I quickly run outside and hide in a garage hoping to remain unseen using my pillow, An angry man comes over with a pocket knife blaming me for something.
I tell him to be quiet and that I'll get him out of here, spinosaurus thing comes in and I wake up.
Post by: TheDarkStar on February 01, 2015, 11:27:14 am
I dream I did have, I was in a city that belonged to someone, I got angry and turned into the hulk and rampaged, I eventually calmed down and was at the house of the man who owned the city, he was quite upset with my actions so he got out a knife and cut into my belly and up to my chest, then time reversed and when he tried to stab me I flew away.
Later on I was on a highway with some people, I'm guessing something bad happened since the highway was full of empty vehicles, I eventually made the vehicle fly because I didn't want to drive around the vehicles.
Then I was in the air holding on to a small helicopter while someone held onto my legs, I lowered us down to the ground and landed in a zoo, security came looking for us so we flew through a wall and hid. Then we flew away cause we realized that we couldn't be harmed.
Then I was in a building, I had Doritos and they were delicious, but some people came in and took them, I was sad about this. I woke up.
My dreams are becoming less weird and more random. :c
Dream non-sequitur is best non-sequitur.
Post by: Spehss _ on February 01, 2015, 02:21:42 pm
Then I woke up. At 6 in the morning. It was weird.
Post by: ~Neri on February 01, 2015, 10:25:02 pm
Check your save file.
Post by: Spehss _ on February 01, 2015, 10:48:35 pm
Sure you weren't playing in your sleep?Definitely played until 3 in the morning, then went and
Check your save file.
Post by: Lord Shonus on February 01, 2015, 10:52:22 pm
Diablo meets Quake with Quake-esque multi-floor sprawling 3d level design and Diablo-esque class based gameplay of killing hordes of demon mooks and finding fat loot.
I would totally play that.
Post by: Itnetlolor on February 01, 2015, 11:23:47 pm
I was back at my old job, except it had a different color scheme (Black/red instead of white/blue), and was no longer cleaning carpets with vans, and involved using a semi-truck instead. My sister's pet dog was not dead, but was a completely, though similar scaled, different breed, but was the same name and personality. Even not being the same type of dog, I still recognized it as the same dog, somehow. Oh, and my town got re-mapped (same buildings, same island, completely different roadmap); so when I had to find my sister's lost dog in this dream, I was completely disoriented, and had to somehow do a 3-point turn out of a condo parking lot with a semi-truck. Needless to say, my old boss (same guy, no change; except their business. Could have been a towing company instead) was not happy about it when word got to them.
Fortunately, I woke up before my alter-self got hell for it. Poor bastard. In case dreams access other universes or versions of universes; I'm sorry, me.
Post by: mastahcheese on February 01, 2015, 11:48:19 pm
So I did the only thing natural, and disintegrated the entire person by shooting an orange beam out of my hand.
The only thing that remained was an orange-ish, yellow-ish goo on the pavement.
People were happy that this shoe-wearing menace was over with, and then went on ignoring my existence.
Said person that I disintegrated then respawned, and went over to the puddle of goo that was left, and became sad at the loss of their shoes.
I know that other things happened, but I can't remember them.
Post by: WillowLuman on February 02, 2015, 04:07:39 pm
It started with me basically re-living every morning of the past week. Wake up on the couch, eat breakfast, some weird stuff is happening but I don't recognize it as such because its a dream. Then I kept waking up on the couch, thinking "crap, not another one of those dreams," and complaining to my roommates as such. At this point I should note I was actually sleeping in my bed. This continued for some time, with me waking up at various places including my home, my grandparents' house, not-quite-accurate versions of my apartment, and random places I don't recognize but are probably a mishmash of rooms I've been in before. I think I woke up a few times for real but didn't realize it before slipping back into sleep.
So, eventually I was conscious that I was having a false awakening dream and thought "enough of this! I need to get up!" and woke myself up. Except I'd actually just gone into yet another false awakening. And thought I hadn't, since I'd realized the last one. But then I "woke up" again, and now I was getting scared. I honestly couldn't tell if I was awake or not, and, what's worse, as soon as I became concerned I quickly forgot my concern, as I often forget what the hell I'm doing in dreams.
When I finally actually woke up, it took me a few minutes of feeling actually groggy (because I don't know about you, but the grogginess doesn't happen in dreams for me) before I was sure I was finally actually awake. Then I checked the time, cursed for having missed my class, and fell back asleep. Some more weird stuff followed, like dreaming that one of my uni classes was inexplicably assigned to a room back at my old elementary school, and going back there I'd found the school had gotten some ridiculous upgrades.
But all this nonsense.... just, no. I don't want this to happen again.
EDIT: I also remember seeing Betelgeuse explode somewhere in all that. And one of the false awakenings being "Damnit, that dream wasn't real."
Post by: Antsan on February 03, 2015, 09:18:23 am
You should watch "Waking Life" someday.
Post by: nomoetoe on February 03, 2015, 02:52:35 pm
I don't really remember it but I do remember that when I started waking up I told the person in the room with me that I didn't want to wake up, she just shushed me and told me everything that would be fine and that I wouldn't wake up.
Obviously I woke up.
Post by: Sirus on February 05, 2015, 02:28:39 am
But when I traded information with the other driver, I recognized the name: Tarn Adams. Dream-me basically acted as though I had just hit a king, and went down on one knee begging for forgiveness :P
Post by: Itnetlolor on February 05, 2015, 02:43:05 pm
Not often a girl that cute acknowledges how badass I was (last time that happened IRL, a co-worker (not like the girl in dreamspace), who was already claimed (one of the few that wasn't mean about it. Even their BF nearby took it as a compliment, and accepted my apology for asking her out, unaware their BF was nearby; no awkwardness later on either. I still respect that.), witnessed me down a full cup (about 8 oz. at least; maybe 16 oz.; I forget, but not because of the booze) of Jagermeister after a long-ass workday (my town is full of weaklings affected by even 4 oz. of that stuff), she was also in the same shift for.).
Anyway, I had my senses at full-force, so I got drunk off some good booze, and enjoyed having a girl actually like me, and take time out of her day to hit on me; instead of the "requirement" that I do the hitting on, only to inevitably get shot down with extreme prejudice, as is par for the course in my life (and everyone I talk to IRL is still puzzled why I no longer approach women these days; I did my part for long enough with enough psychological, spiritual, and physical wounds to show for it. It's their turn, for once to take a risk. And for the "Feminist" types (sorry) that like to start things up; it's equality, ladies. Pay your dues. Approach the men, for once.).
It was a nice dream. It's a shame that I socialize better in the dream-worlds than I do IRL. Maybe my inner worlds have far less assholes in it than meatspace does. If we're going to analyze it, I don't have high expectations for people IRL to generally be nice to me, without some motive behind it (essentially, being obligated to be nice to me). So to put it, a good saying comes to mind "Go where you're celebrated, not tolerated.". While on that note, what made me most comfortable about the dream was that I was hit on, and I didn't have to change a damn thing about myself (so to speak, she saw the player, not the character); I was respected for being the raw unrefined/unabridged me, not "Me" or "Myself", or groomed to an excessive degree, or any other self-help or BS-advised nonsense. I was me, and that was all I needed to be; and I return(ed) the same level of respect. She was messy, sorta unkempt, not acting nice for tips, but was also pretty cute because of it. She was kinda normal, not "normal" like society tends to act. She was just living another (work)day in her reality's life, and took a legitimate interest in me while at it. It's odd that fantasy seems more real than real life. As in, I can more easily identify (with) a person there, than over here. Real Life just seems like an act, and is all kinds of predictable; yet my dreams lack that element, and hold my interest more.
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Post by: hops on February 09, 2015, 02:41:57 pm
....Yay?
He was kinda gross IRL though and I kind of doesn't really find him attractive except platonically now.
Get with the times, subconscious.
Post by: That Wolf on February 09, 2015, 03:56:44 pm
I made out with a boy I crushed on.Aww cute.
....Yay?
He was kinda gross IRL though and I kind of doesn't really find him attractive except platonically now.
Get with the times, subconscious.
I had a dream, a simple one I was in a rough sea of cardboard boxes and the waves grew as high as sky scrapers qnd crashed down upon me, it was amazing.
My main thought was wondering why I wasnt getting crushed not, despite associating it with an ocean I never thought about drowning.
It was... weird and I now wish I had a newspaper boat to float the cardboard ocean in.
Post by: WillowLuman on February 09, 2015, 04:38:53 pm
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I had an odd dream a couple days ago. I dreamed that I was having a small house party, with literally everyone I know. It was "small" not because I don't know anyone, but because they weren't all there at the same time. We seemed to only have one guest or so at a time, and they randomly changed without warning (or notice). Eventually some friends of a friend showed up, because apparently someone knew extradimensional blob beings (these things looked like big white slug things with four eyes). The slug things turned out to be pretty cool and everyone got along fine with them, but for some reason everyone hated the person that brought them, despite my best efforts.
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Post by: ~Neri on February 14, 2015, 03:17:13 am
The best dream I had in awhile. I was a fairy and I had to lead my people across the great pond to the promise land. Then after reaching the other side of the pond with only a handful of my fairy brethren, I was transported to a mobile conscription center/troop transport. I was getting my equipment ready (A plaid shirt, a gun that would shoot backwards, dress shoes, a school backpack, a wooden stick and a sombrero.) when my brain told me to assemble in a class room. The officer told us to get into eight man groups that would play board games till our inevitable drop. After that, the floor disappeared and we were free falling towards a Rapture (Bioshock) like city in the middle of a jungle surrounded by an ocean. The city buildings were made up of disappearing werewolves that were black and white ,and the inhabitants were spider-like dogs. Can't remember the rest of the dream but I remember that I was drowning by the end of it because of a mailman that stuck a crowbar in a whale.Wat.
Post by: FritzPL on February 14, 2015, 08:16:09 am
Post by: Antsan on February 14, 2015, 11:46:36 am
-snip-Those are the best dreams.
Post by: i2amroy on February 14, 2015, 11:54:02 am
:P
Post by: Itnetlolor on February 14, 2015, 12:35:05 pm
I made it halfway through another course before I decided to wake up. Considering the anatomically-accurate heart-shaped demons, and that today is Valentine's Day, I wonder what that's supposed to represent? Furthermore, I've come to notice this myself, why do I keep fighting these weird-ass things; and for those that can talk, how come I can relate better with them than with other people?
EDIT:
The portal-ball was pretty cool. The lensing effect caused by the clear ball was actually distorted space going inward (along the inside and outside edges of the ball; like how a black hole distorts light). So it always looked like a crystal ball, until decided to walk through it (when it then expands to a size to fit a person), the same lensing was also the inner walls of the tunnel it formed (rather seamless transition from positive-space to negative-space. I think it was a portable 4-dimensional gate made of negative space. Essentially, it literally was a ball of nothing that led somewhere when you enter it. So a portable portal. Funny enough, after walking through, you can carry the portal like a ball again.
I think I was in a live-action classic arcade game made by Taito (brutal levels, and wierd-ass alien monsters all over the place); that's the best way to describe the dream.
Post by: HooliganintheFort on February 14, 2015, 03:10:45 pm
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Post by: Itnetlolor on February 14, 2015, 05:53:57 pm
I'm still trying to fathom what a building made out of werewolves even looks like.Either bundled together like Legion (http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/scale_small/1/10460/788359-legion.jpg), or atomically structured like linked carbon atoms (the tail counts as a 6th point of contact). Either way, would make for a hell of a sight to see.
Now the crazier sight would be when the full moon (or whatever causes transformation) is no longer in play. Does the building also change, besides the material (from werewolf to creature of origin; usually human, in these cases)?
This is actually an interesting subject to study.
EDIT:
On the subject of were-creatures: Are there any that transform during, let's say, a solar or lunar eclipse? What if a world has more than 1 moon? What conditions are also in play? For example, the tri-moons featured in Coneheads, and how it brings out the Garthak (which one must "Gnarfle" in a coliseum (http://youtu.be/ACPaWsdqCjA)).
EDIT EDIT:
I find it oddly amusing how casual I am about anything horror-related lately.
EDIT EDIT EDIT:
As far as I can imagine, a building made of werewolves would likely have alpha werewolves used as the main load-bearing structure, with the lesser were-pups making up the more aesthetic portions of the structure, like bricks. There may be variations of flexibility and strength according to breed and base species and their unique genetic makeup; so good knowledge of their biology would be required (similar could be said aesthetically of the fur). On that note, silver will react to the were-structure like gallium interacting with aluminum. The structure will crumble if sufficient coverage of the structure is made, along with a fair amount of pressure (which buildings seem to have in abundance via gravity). Bio-architecture is a field I'm not quite familiar with, but this was my shot at it.
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Post by: Eric Blank on February 15, 2015, 03:20:46 am
My dream the other night was stupid. I borrowed the family car and drove down the highway to watch a bunch of birds fly off into the distance, see which one flew fastest. So some small bird was up first, then an eagle, then a condor or something, and finally a crows. By the end of the dream, the crow caught up to the condor and stole its dinner. The others had a good headstart and were over the horizon by that point but apparently the crow would have caught up to them eventually.
This was supposed to be an important scientific experiment, apparently. So important I ignored my family calling to ask for the car back.
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on February 15, 2015, 09:29:45 am
We had some crazy stuff too, like the Elder Scrolls themsleves were useable, they'd blind you but give you +2 points or so on.
I think I've been playing too much SSB & TES here lately.
Post by: WillowLuman on February 16, 2015, 12:45:55 am
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on February 16, 2015, 09:07:11 am
Sarge(rvb)was the captain of a group of green clad soldiers, I was being trained to join their scout regiment because I heard my father may be MIA, but I knew he was some soldier.
the foe was Browns and they were using this huge Guar(the elder scrolls) looking thing to move this Huge mobile cannon to strike us head on.
Once we saw the cannon, we took up arms, I was aiming and looking down ironsights of my sniper rifle then suddenly my gun discharged, it hit a rock and spooked the guar, I took another moment to aim and fired again, three times, the third hitting the guar smack in the eye. The guar began taking off, breaking it's harness and causing their troops to scatter, their orbital base sent the signal for the cannon to fire but sarge disabled the main gun with five well-placed shots from his magnum, it then auto-rocketed to space, leaving behind this ramp-on-wheels thing that was also a space ship built for 4.
The ramp-ship sat facing our base, and we activated barriers, which we knew weren't going to hold much longer due to low power but they were ionized enough to stop unshielded trucks/infantry by super heating their atoms. And then we went to the mess for supper before lights out.
I however didn't go to my barrack, I went straight to a shack the ramp-ship was facing, and placed a feather, mourning the loss of my father, just as an AI-controlled jeep pulled up, one of ours.
Suddenly the ramp truck began reacting, the jeep transformed into a robot akin to Transformers1(Micheal Bay LAM) Ironhide and flipped the ramp to face up, sending it's death ray right into the orbital transmitter that triggered it, but loosing and arm in the process.
It then said "Atsuma, C'mon here, son" I approached, but being organic couldn't pass through the shields without one of my own, he ejected a black box and said "This is what you've been looking for, it...it's me...I can answer your questions, but I need a suitable body first, this one is dying, hook me into an android." The robot then ripped the black box out of his body and gently tossed it through the barrier when a piece of falling rock made a small tiny gap in it.
Fast forward one year of service, I hooked the A.I. core up to a Super Battledroid(star wars) looking based called a Gimmack, and began trying to reactivate it, as I hadn't had a chance this whole time to hook the core to power, it needed a long charge before Gimmack could use it.
Finally Gimmack started acting like my father, and I said "WOAH, what makes you think..." Gimmack said "I'm who your were looking for, or rather, I'm all you'll ever find of your father, his brainwaves digitized, He gave me a code for an inheritance authorization, but...He's me and I'm him and we who are I think you need a better house before we who are I deem you worthy of the money."
Then next thing you know Gimmack and I were flying the Melinium D-wing from my other dream to some new space station we thought had what we sought, turns out the browns had preoccupied it and were after Gimmack's Core. Brown Alpha was there, and they actually were rather reasonable and helped me decipher some clues as to how Gimmack's core was created using my father, in exchange, I had to help them expose a huge conspiracy to turn every human into an A.I., Gimmack of course thought the Idea of me helping would be a learning exp.
Then I was fighting a huge alien chicken-unicorn fusion while wearing brown armor. I was well equipped and trained with and SMG. This planet I was on was deemed to be the last known sighting of my Father's body, and why the Browns knew instead of the greens is that my father converted.
Truth was: Sarge was actually Lopez(RVB) with a Lingering remnant of Om'ally(RVB) in his A.I.-core and was wanting to turn humans into data and make cocktails with them. Gimmack actually said "hey not a bad idea, but issue is we can't drink the cocktails if we're machines" to which Lopez said "Si, señor!" and I said "That's why it's an EVIL master plan"
Then Lopez removed his helmet revealing Deadpool(Marvel) and he said "Congrats-a-fats you've won your wake up gut punch special 2.0000000000000000000000000001!" and punched me right as my stomach rumbled waking me up.
EDIT: Whew I must've still been sleepy, fixed a lot of grammar errors. My Baddo!
Post by: ~Neri on February 16, 2015, 06:51:33 pm
It was a combination between the SCP Foundation, Doctor Who, and other stuff I don't know where it came from.
I woke up in a bunkbed in the dream, room I woke up in was fairly homey and had a adjoining bathroom with a Dclass room. My room had only me. Apparently they stored low power abnormals in the Dclass dorms to see what happens. After eating, I forget what I ate. Buuut after eating, apparently the organization decided erryone in the dorm should have a campout on the roof of the facility. So we went up there and set up tents and a fire and shit and sat around up there until nightfall.
It was a full moon. Apparently I was a shapeshifter that could use the light from either the moon or the sun to shift into whatever the fuck. Apparently I liked wolf, so I did a humanoid wolf thing that was still mostly human in form. Apparently the Dclass thought it was a costume at first. Then they found out it wasn't and tried playing with my ears. And those ears are sensitive, and I was like hell no, that's sexual assault. So I bit them. Turns out I was virulent. And infected become my minions I guess? This was seen as a containment breach and the organization sent a Weeping Angel Extermination Squad to kill off all the Dclass, said squad literally consisted of five Weeping Angels. And we were all like fuck that! And we ambushd them at the door and threw them off the roof before hopping down and repeatedly smashing them into the concrete. Apparently it's day at this point. The rest of the dream involved is heading down the street, an urban area, and smashing the angles into shit to break them. Apparently this was successful since we killed two this way and dragged the rest. The organization did a halfhearted chase, but didn't really give enough of a fuck to bother.
Honestly, I don't know why weeping angels are such a big issue in doctor who. They turn to stone? Take a sledge hammer to their skulls.
Post by: lordpyridine on February 16, 2015, 10:01:47 pm
I woke up to go to school (senior in high school, finally) and I look in the mirror before I take a shower. Instead of me I saw a lumpy featureless tower of skin. I wasn't that scared, just confused, but I left and saw my mom sitting on the couch in the other room. I talked to her and she acted like I wasn't any different. I went back to the bathroom and the mirror was gone. Now I was scared. I raised my hand to touch my face, (or lack thereof) but before I could I woke up.
Last damn time I drink a dose of cough syrup right before bed.
Post by: darkpaladin109 on February 17, 2015, 02:21:35 pm
Post by: FArgHalfnr on February 17, 2015, 08:53:36 pm
When we started making a plan to defeat the big bad, I proposed that I should raise my robotic skill to disassemble him, but someone kept insisting that I should raise my plumbing skill instead to do the same for some reason. At some point as the bad guy I was forced to raise a baby orc. He was supposed to be the hero of a prophecy that destined him to great power because he was born from a bird, but I secretly knew that it was not true as he was just abandoned on a broken egg. At some point me, the big bad and some other dude who was of the same rank as myself were defending the throne from an army of knights in futuristic armor, none of which seemed to try attacking us, instead simply running towards us to get maimed by us.
The only thing I vaguely remember about the other adventurers is that there was a ginger woman who was my friend.
Also, it seems that I started remembering all of my dreams since a few weeks, which is awesome.
Post by: Yoink on February 17, 2015, 10:25:50 pm
Myself and some RL friends (and some other, fictional people) were involved in some shady dealings, the nature of which I can't really remember. There was something to do with a girl who was hiding out (possibly in my friend's parents' house?) and there was a bit where someone had to jump on the front of a train and hang on to escape a country (probably inspired by me watching Sin Nombre not long ago), but I'm sure there was more to it.
One thing that sticks in my memory is that at least twice when I and the other main characters (I remember myself and two of my RL friends, but I believe there were some others as well) parked a car and got out, we had parked outside an old building which had at one point been a sushi restaurant before closing down and becoming a paint shop, with bits of posters and signs from its old businesses still showing across the building.
The second or third time this happened I remarked on it, thinking it was pretty damn amazing.
I don't think the others shared my enthusiasm, though... I guess we were doing some pretty scary shit, but still, I thought it was cool.
Anyway, that last time we parked outside an old sushi place we walked into some sort of big mall/supermarket and split up. I remember my best friend saying/texting something about how he'd "told him to get the money and go pick her up, and I told them to make sure she's ready to go," and then I and my other friend Adam had to go get something from a store.
We were walking along, through this cavernous big shopping complex, when I noticed two guys step away from a wall and start following subtly after us, chatting away happily, one of them pushing a shopping trolley. I glanced back at them, then nudged Adam and said, "Hey look, isn't that Killer Bob?" He made his own quick glance and said it was.
This was worrying- Killer Bob (Normally a terrifying character in a certain show) was apparently a mob enforcer in this dream-universe. And I knew he had plenty of reason to be after us.
(The other guy was just some average-looking old bruiser with a silver quiff, still intimidating in his own right.)
Anyway, despite that we continued on to the store we needed to go to.
It was some medium sized place with bright walls and white shelves in the aisles. I can't even remember what we were looking for now, but it was something needed for some nefarious plot we were involved in. As we were looking for it, the two mob guys- still all smiles- cornered us.
Can't remember exactly what was said, but they wanted to know something, either about what we were involved in, or were someone- probably my best friend- was. Or maybe that girl, I don't know.
Anyway, they sat Adam down and kept asking him questions. I guess they picked him as an easier target or something?
I dunno. I had more of an idea of what they were up to, that's for sure. He wasn't telling them anything but I could tell he was shit-scared. Killer Bob (who looked weirdly young now that we were in the store, with black hair instead of grey and a young, pale face marked with acne) started to gently, soothingly brush my friend's long hair aside with a hand, and I realized they were about to mutilate him somehow, cut off his ear or something.
I decided I had to do something and quickly. I looked around in a panic, with the other guy telling me to stand still, and then eventually I saw a pair of crutches leaning against a table- or in a display stand for sale, not sure. Anyway, I waited for a moment when they were off-guard, then grabbed up the crutch and whacked Killer Bob with it.
The weird thing about this part of the dream is that when I picked up the crutch and attacked them, I still felt scared, like I might not be strong enough to take them on. This is unusual with my dreams, usually (unless I'm having a nightmare) I can slaughter just about anyone with any weapon or even my bare hands. Clearly these guys were pretty tough. :P
Anyway, I managed to fight a running battle with them around the store.
Eventually I somehow managed to choke Killer Bob out using the crutch when he was separated, then brained the other guy with it when he ran at me. Then we fled the store, and I woke up.
I know there isn't that much substance to what I remember about the dream, but it was really cool and I wish I remembered more. :( I just wanted to write it down. Before any of that I dreamed that I turned my TV on, then woke up thinking I had only to realise that I'd never picked up the remote and it had just turned on automatically.
Then I turned it off and went back to sleep, to have the aforementioned awesome dream.
Post by: mastahcheese on February 17, 2015, 10:29:52 pm
Post by: ~Neri on February 18, 2015, 03:06:02 am
-snipsnop-http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=143615.0 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=143615.0)
Post by: Yoink on February 18, 2015, 03:15:18 am
When in doubt, use crutches.Pretty much, yeah.
Post by: Bohandas on February 18, 2015, 12:32:27 pm
Post by: FArgHalfnr on February 18, 2015, 01:23:10 pm
Pretty much this except that being in a rpg seemed to be the most natural thing in the world and there was no weird random room dungeons in it. In fact, there was no dungeon at all, just a weird semi futuristic city with stone roads and skyscrapers made of a dark blueish metal. The interior seemed to be from the renaissance era and was completely made out of wood while the overworld seemed to be a battlefield from warhammer 40k but without guns. I also vaguely remember another futuristic city in which I had to do an assassination mission, but that might be from another dream.-snipsnop-http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=143615.0 (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=143615.0)
The fact that I had already read a bit of this thread before is probably why I had that dream.
Post by: birdy51 on February 19, 2015, 09:34:25 am
The prize was a series of overly fancy "yoga" clothing that I figured would somehow give me an edge, as I can do Yoga to stretch. Following that, the crew started dancing to heavens knows what and I danced with a girl who I vaguely remembered being in a show with.
Following sudden dance party, we went back to camp but I was as slow as molasses. A common trait about my dreams sometimes is that my body refuses to move quickly. I move at a startlingly slow pace as others keep going at "normal" speed.
Out of curiosity, anybody know what that might entail?
Post by: WillowLuman on February 19, 2015, 11:24:29 am
Post by: Aseaheru on February 19, 2015, 11:44:13 am
Post by: FArgHalfnr on February 19, 2015, 02:23:08 pm
A common trait about my dreams sometimes is that my body refuses to move quickly. I move at a startlingly slow pace as others keep going at "normal" speed.
I never had that, what happens to me instead is that I'm unable to stand up. I keep falling or slipping whenever I try to.
Post by: mastahcheese on February 19, 2015, 02:35:03 pm
Now I can generally demolish whatever gets in my way in dreams.
Post by: birdy51 on February 19, 2015, 03:25:45 pm
Post by: WillowLuman on February 19, 2015, 03:51:10 pm
I've had that, too. Not as much lately, but I used to get ones where I'd fall into shallow water and be unable to stand up.A common trait about my dreams sometimes is that my body refuses to move quickly. I move at a startlingly slow pace as others keep going at "normal" speed.
I never had that, what happens to me instead is that I'm unable to stand up. I keep falling or slipping whenever I try to.
Post by: Eric Blank on February 19, 2015, 04:01:52 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on February 19, 2015, 05:13:22 pm
I've been hit with the "slug" effect in a few dreams. Truly the definition of frustrating, especially since I can feel myself putting my all into my running, and even getting exhausted doing so as if I was running, only to go 1/10th-1/100th the actual speed. In a way, I think this is what it must feel like getting hit with the "Slow" spell in Final Fantasy games.I've had that, too. Not as much lately, but I used to get ones where I'd fall into shallow water and be unable to stand up.A common trait about my dreams sometimes is that my body refuses to move quickly. I move at a startlingly slow pace as others keep going at "normal" speed.I never had that, what happens to me instead is that I'm unable to stand up. I keep falling or slipping whenever I try to.
Post by: hops on February 19, 2015, 09:54:20 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on February 20, 2015, 03:39:10 pm
Post by: RekkaAtsuma on February 20, 2015, 05:01:00 pm
In dreams that feel so like reality there's no difference, I somehow can levitate through my house or even up stairways at other buildings, there even one the occurs a lot: I'll float through and open grassy field, with a massive tree near the center and mountains off to the side with nearly clear skies, specked with a few white clouds near the sun, which is often just getting out of the sunrise area of the sky. I should also mention in these Dreams I am in perfect control while "floating", from altitude to speed, it's all under my control.
I begin by standing and then raising each leg into a sitting position but My torso doesn't go down, instead I feel a small wind current around my whole body and then I i just "float" everywhere.
If I could compare it to anything: Swimming, it feels like I'm swimming through air while sitting in mid-air.
Thing is IRL I can't swim like that, I have to have footing cause I don't float, so how i know the feeling is from when I used a life jacket as a kid to try and learn to swim.
I'm a firm believer Recurring dreams mean your brain is telling you something about your current life/lifestyle, any one got any idea what this could mean?
Post by: Antsan on February 21, 2015, 11:59:57 am
Sometimes I float around and cannot stop. When I try to land I bounce off and when I try to hold on to something it slips away. It's frustrating and exhilarating at the same time.A common trait about my dreams sometimes is that my body refuses to move quickly. I move at a startlingly slow pace as others keep going at "normal" speed.
I never had that, what happens to me instead is that I'm unable to stand up. I keep falling or slipping whenever I try to.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on February 21, 2015, 01:24:34 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on February 21, 2015, 01:51:49 pm
I understand life being like a game, but this version is utterly ridiculous. It's like a game of 4D-Chess using events and people as the pieces, and timelines and locations as different 3D chess boards. Not surprisingly, our world powers are the main chess pieces in play. But like I said before, I can't tell whose on what team, and who's winning this crazy-huge and indefinitely long game. This is one of the few times I leave a dream confused more than enlightened.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on February 21, 2015, 04:14:14 pm
Post by: Sebastian2203 on February 25, 2015, 12:13:50 pm
So I am in my house with my family and everything is in this silent hill shady atmosphere and somehow I hear this rule: leave vicinity of any human and the darkness will consume you...
Next dream sequence I am waking up in dream feeling relieved because there is my whole family sleeping next to me, so I spent the rest of the dream looking out of window and thinking about "darkness" .... Weird
Dream may seem boring but somehow I felt various fear emotions and adrenaline surge ( I think it was adrenaline?) and this whole darkness thingy creeps me out but on other side somehow feels relieving to know I live in safety with my family.
Post by: IronTomato on February 25, 2015, 12:24:30 pm
I'll just talk about it here before I end up forgetting.
The dream seemed to be a pretty normal day in the life of an IronTomato, except whenever I tried to walk anywhere my legs would fail to work. Like my upper body was extremely heavy for some reason, I could barely stand up, and I had to do move around with my knees bent so much that I may as well have been scooting around on my ass. This isn't the first time I've had this kind of dream, either. It's happened a few times over the course of a few years.
Post by: nomoetoe on February 26, 2015, 01:19:41 pm
Now I was in a building with some people I jump inside through the window even though it was still closed. The people living there were a bit confused and we talked a bit. I decided it was time for me to leave so I attempted to go through the window again, this time however I broke it, the people were a bit upset so I decided to fix the window by squeezing at the broken areas with my fingers, eventually the only broken part left was were my arm was stuck, I decided the only solution was to cut it off. I eventually cut through my arm and discover that the window had changed and that I could get my arm out just by pushing on the window a bit. I do so and re-attach my arm, I could still see the mark were it was cut though.
In the morning I decided to join these people on their trip to a ski slope thing, we were on a train and eventually we got to a town...There were large flaming rocks falling from the sky and fire had consumed the town, the train began to break up parts of it going flying over us and around us until finally, we stopped moving. We immediately freak out and I try to fix the situation somehow, but it was too late, lava had begun to fill up the train car we were in, then we died.
And I went back in time to when we were getting on the train, I warned the people that this train was going into a region with volcanic activity, they didn't seem to care so I went with them to try and to convince them to not go. When we got to the town again I decided it was too late to save them so I jumped out, and I was immediately told to get on the ground by a police officer wielding a shotgun and wearing no pants. He was almost instantly killed by another police officer that had killed three others, he then pointed his gun at me.
I don't remember much but I remember the dream shifting to some kind of weird court room with humans talking cats and a few dogs.
Post by: Eric Blank on February 26, 2015, 03:20:46 pm
Post by: HooliganintheFort on February 26, 2015, 06:27:07 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on February 27, 2015, 01:39:35 pm
Post by: FArgHalfnr on February 27, 2015, 02:58:17 pm
That dream kinda reminds me another one I had, in which springfields (From the simpsons) joined totalitarian mexico to be protected by their forcefield from a rising wave of crime, just before portals to alien dimensions started opening all over the world which caused the collapse of most of the civilized world.
Post by: nomoetoe on February 28, 2015, 02:04:03 pm
At this point I was in a cliff fighting off a siege with a friend of mine who was also a nun, I would use my telekinesis to deflect the incoming fire balls and arrows, but before I could unleash a wave of cold and death a dragon came out of nowhere and spewed fire where I was, I hid behind a wall and then I attacked the dragon but my attack failed. I got back to hide but the dragon just comes through the wall.
It isn't a dragon anymore, its head was like that of a shark, a human like body, large clawed arms, no legs and on one side its ribs were really elongated, it was also a skeleton, It didn't make any noise, it just slowly moved towards me as if it knew I had no chance of escape, I kicked at it, I punched it, I tried to keep it back, but it just kept coming, when it got close it moved to crush my head with its powerful jaws, when it was less then a foot away I somehow lift my leg up to try to hold it back, but was no good, it didn't even slow down, then it was upon me.
My dream shifted away from there to a zombie apocalypse. Not much happened in it though.
Post by: Eric Blank on February 28, 2015, 06:44:30 pm
Suddenly, a couple days ago I have a dream in which I hit a deer on the highway. I stopped and went to move the deer off the road, but when I wrapped my arms around its ribs and began to pull, it instantly shat out a premature fawn. I immediately panicked and decided I must save this fawn at all costs, but all I could think to do was clear its airway and stuff it up next to mom's crotch and hope it instinctively knows what to do while I clean it off, because I sure as hell don't. I spend a few minutes panicking while trying to do that and somebody else on the road stops and berates me about how I don't know what I'm doing and then I wake up sweating. Fucking hell, man.
Then last night I had a dream in which there were tame domestic deer all over the place, and I just had to mess with all of them. Run up and headbutt them, hug them, tackle them to the ground, corral them into a pasture with the horses and feed them, give them names and pet them... And then butcher a few of them. They just kind of stood there and munched on grass or whatever and looked at me regardless of what I did unless I wanted them to move or something.
It's deer all the way down.
Post by: Graknorke on March 01, 2015, 04:43:12 am
Post by: FArgHalfnr on March 02, 2015, 02:31:34 pm
- I tried to use the main villain as my character multiple times, only to be insulted by the game. It's weird that the game offered the option if I was not allowed to use it. I eventually succeeded. It was ambiguous if I was a good guy or not afterwards (this seems to be a common theme in my dreams).
- I earned a non standard game over by becoming a werewolf and infecting one of my teammates. I did this in many different ways, one of which involved eating an infected corpse. The game over showed a cutscene in which I had formed a pack and fought the SWAT.
- As the main antagonist, I reached godhood in a huge amount of different ways, including eating a fetus, getting infected by a super-virus, genetic modifications, becoming obi-wan's apprentice, becoming the emperor of the evil empire and a bunch of other ways I forgot.
- Not wanting to play Final fantasy 2 because the trailer was horrible.
- Failing to get into final fantasy 1 because I kept getting lost (This actually happened IRL too).
- Using the super-virus mentioned previously as a reliable source of food in front of two enemy scientist on the 97th floor of a lab to scare them.
- Having a war between good and evil, the good side was the republic from star wars while the evil side had giant black worms and ant men.
- Getting chosen by obi-wan as an apprentice again by being the weakest of all, which I accomplished by being a fetus
- As the main villain, having an internal debate to decide where I should put my evil fortress, before deciding to place it between the evil empire and the good guy's country so I could nuke them both.
- Ruining the world with the magical equivalent of nuclear missiles. I praised them as being completely superior to death lasers.
- Again as the big bad, I failed to take the role of main antagonist, instead becoming the fanatic follower of a minor villain.
Post by: Yoink on March 06, 2015, 03:47:07 am
I'm not quite sure but I remember walking through my old city, and for whatever reason I was now able to see the ghosts of people who had died in the area. I know a lot of the dream was set on the Story Bridge, a popular spot for suicides right near my house. Can't remember much of the dream now, since I've been awake for close to twelve hours, but I was escatic (Is that spelled right? My spellchecker is telling me it's wrong, but not offering any alternatives) about this newfound ability, and quickly sought out a family friend named John, who died a few years back.
I was always sad that I'd never gotten to know him better. He was happy to talk to me, both about his life and my newfound abilities.
It was a nice dream. I honestly thought, whilst I was dreaming it (and probably shortly afterwards), that it was real and I was able to talk to ghosts. Was rather sad when I realised it was just a dream.
Post by: Dwarf4Explosives on March 06, 2015, 09:16:22 am
The weirdest thing? This was in 2004. That's right, I had a dream about DF, right around the time that Toady came up with it.
Post by: Itnetlolor on March 07, 2015, 11:29:42 am
It's funny how when weird shit happens, in dreamworlds or reality, I don't react like anyone else. Maybe that's why the UFOs were actually rather peaceful around me in the dream. If I could trust them, they could trust me. Looking up the dream meanings, UFOs represent alienation; I'm often alienated (even if I feel I can be at home somewhere, I'm still an "outsider"/exile no matter how long I spend around people (even friends I've known for eons, or even family friends). I never fit in or belong; and always feel at risk of being thrown under the bus for any reason, meaningful or petty.), and I welcome those also alienated easily. I know how they feel. Being read by them, I think they wanted to be sure I wasn't being controlled by anything/anyone else. Seems they have enemies of their own that take our form (secret societies their enemy? Are they a peace-loving exo-species/race that happens to run into a violently racist alien race (us humans)?). Would explain why they tend to be armed to the teeth even on their scouts, and usually disable all our nukes first thing upon contact. Makes me feel like we humans ARE the real monsters. Their curiosity rose because I showed no signs of wanting to do any harm, and not cowering in fear like 99% of those they contact).
Maybe I read too much into my dreams.
Spoiler: EDIT: (condensed) (click to show/hide)
Post by: FArgHalfnr on March 07, 2015, 02:39:31 pm
snip
I don't believe imagination and such is dead, it still exist in the various mediums of art we have. I think science allow us to expand our collective imagination, all the things scientists discover can be used for storymaking. The best example would be aliens.
And for terrorism, I believe the same, they are more threatening because of the fact that there are people using them as an excuse to remove our rights that because of the harm they can do.
...It feels like the world is turning into shit :(. Everything feels so restricting in this society, and it only seems to become worse. We all have to fit in a perfect mold otherwise we are labeled as "weird" or even "crazy".
Post by: Itnetlolor on March 07, 2015, 03:24:46 pm
Even worse, anything can be taken as pretentious, just because someone disagrees with you, or they require you to prove yourself, which forces you into a position that makes you sound pretentious, whereas you're defending yourself, a premise, or an idea, or a method that worked with or without explanation. Simply put, it's impossible to win, even if you do win, you lose. Make things worse, I develop any of my ideas, I'll be in the crosshairs of every copyright, realist, and plothole fault-finders and the like. Why can't we just come up with something, and explain it simply "because I thought it was [insert simple reason here].". Everyone must be superior. Why can't we be individual, even if we're the same? I am uncomfortable how much hitting a reset button/mass-extinction/universal genocide would come handy in shutting everyone up. Even moreso, if God really did exist and love us, why hasn't He mercy killed us yet (by waking up, if we're His dream)?snipI don't believe imagination and such is dead, it still exist in the various mediums of art we have. I think science allow us to expand our collective imagination, all the things scientists discover can be used for storymaking. The best example would be aliens.
And for terrorism, I believe the same, they are more threatening because of the fact that there are people using them as an excuse to remove our rights that because of the harm they can do.
...It feels like the world is turning into shit :( . Everything feels so restricting in this society, and it only seems to become worse. We all have to fit in a perfect mold otherwise we are labeled as "weird" or even "crazy".
EDIT:
Just as well, looking back through some Old Testament (and ancient legends/myths), why can't we have crazy stuff like that happening again, if taken literally (giants/insane phenomena/artifacts of immense power, like the Ark of the Covenant; It was scary as fuck, when you think about it, but the past was scary-awesome)? Sometimes, I wonder, provided God does/still exist, when did God abandon us? I am/was a faithful person, and I've yet to see anything prove His existence or influence anymore. I mean, I don't know who lost faith in who first, Man or God. I think Revelations is more a story of God abandoning us without warning (as if He lost faith in Man, like a disappointed parent), leaving us to our own devices, now I think about it.
EDIT EDIT:
More often than not, back to the main topic, I been feeling like my silence speaks louder than anything I can ever say at any volume. To have no voice is my voice. No action is my best action.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on March 07, 2015, 05:12:49 pm
Even worse, anything can be taken as pretentious, just because someone disagrees with you, or they require you to prove yourself, which forces you into a position that makes you sound pretentious, whereas you're defending yourself, a premise, or an idea, or a method that worked with or without explanation. Simply put, it's impossible to win, even if you do win, you lose. Make things worse, I develop any of my ideas, I'll be in the crosshairs of every copyright, realist, and plothole fault-finders and the like. Why can't we just come up with something, and explain it simply "because I thought it was [insert simple reason here].". Everyone must be superior. Why can't we be individual, even if we're the same? I am uncomfortable how much hitting a reset button/mass-extinction/universal genocide would come handy in shutting everyone up. Even moreso, if God really did exist and love us, why hasn't He mercy killed us yet (by waking up, if we're His dream)?snipI don't believe imagination and such is dead, it still exist in the various mediums of art we have. I think science allow us to expand our collective imagination, all the things scientists discover can be used for storymaking. The best example would be aliens.
And for terrorism, I believe the same, they are more threatening because of the fact that there are people using them as an excuse to remove our rights that because of the harm they can do.
...It feels like the world is turning into shit :( . Everything feels so restricting in this society, and it only seems to become worse. We all have to fit in a perfect mold otherwise we are labeled as "weird" or even "crazy".
EDIT:
Just as well, looking back through some Old Testament (and ancient legends/myths), why can't we have crazy stuff like that happening again, if taken literally (giants/insane phenomena/artifacts of immense power, like the Ark of the Covenant; It was scary as fuck, when you think about it, but the past was scary-awesome)? Sometimes, I wonder, provided God does/still exist, when did God abandon us? I am/was a faithful person, and I've yet to see anything prove His existence or influence anymore. I mean, I don't know who lost faith in who first, Man or God. I think Revelations is more a story of God abandoning us without warning (as if He lost faith in Man, like a disappointed parent), leaving us to our own devices, now I think about it.
EDIT EDIT:
More often than not, back to the main topic, I been feeling like my silence speaks louder than anything I can ever say at any volume. To have no voice is my voice. No action is my best action.
Yeah, sometimes it feels like the only way to fix things is to completely start over. Corruption reached a point where it would be extremely hard to get rid of using conventional means and the current system of laws is so bloated it would be easier to just erase it and make a new one.
I believe the absurd amount of restrictive laws, protocols and standards come from the fact that there are people who constantly try to find loopholes in the system. There's also the case of people doing harmful things on purpose for personal gains. Copyright laws, for example were made to prevent people to steal other people's ideas. Now this system is used to made absurd amounts of money by sucking any form of creativity dry and making sure nobody else can benefit from it. We've reached the point where this law needs to be regulated by another law. If we could as a specie grow up and stop hurting each other we wouldn't need these stupid rules. The only way I could see this done would be with a better education system, teaching people how to be smarter individuals instead of simply giving them instructions.
Post by: XXXXYYYY on March 13, 2015, 07:06:45 pm
I'm so bad at this whole 'communicating images in words' thing. :/
EDOOT:Changed a word to better portray what I wanted to say
Post by: TheDarkStar on March 13, 2015, 07:32:38 pm
I don't know if sleep-deprivation caused dream flashes/visions count, but I had a really pretty one of those that I remember. Basically, it was a figure standing in a field of pale yellow sand dunes stretching into the far distance. The figure, though, was wearing the most amazing robe I've ever seen. It was sea-teal and blue, and looked almost like someone had taken the sea and wrapped the surface around a figure. The image only lasted an instant and thus I remember seeing little flecks of white material floating, frozen around where the waves were "crashing". All in all, it was really pretty and I wish I had sufficient skill in art to do it justice.
I'm so bad at this whole 'communicating images in words' thing. :/
That sounds like an awesome picture.
Post by: Urist McScoopbeard on March 13, 2015, 09:04:11 pm
I was in my bed but I couldn't get up or even really move and voices in my head were telling me to sleep, I repeatedly said "No" and was eventually able to get up. I could barely stand so I pulled this weird colored thing off my chest and saw some weird button things that had pictures of me on it. They were various souls of me and the biggest button was the actual me and I had just taken over his body for awhile. So I pushed the buttons in put the colored thing back on and was able to walk with ease.
I went down stairs and it wasn't my house anymore it was some weird building lit by oil lamps and had white thin walls, someone told me about 2 giants/ogres that lived here that I would have to sneak past, I started walking towards the exit and I began to feel weak again so I pushed the buttons in but they resisted, So I pulled the colored thing off again and forced them in.
I felt better and continued on to the exit.
Things got weirder much much weirder. but I forgot the rest of the dream. :C
Sounds like you have dark souls dreams.
Post by: HeroPizza42 on March 14, 2015, 04:03:06 pm
Post by: flabort on March 14, 2015, 04:42:54 pm
I think I passed pretty close to an asteroid, or something, with something green growing on it.
Post by: TD1 on March 14, 2015, 04:46:52 pm
If it helps, I was winning the argument :P
Post by: Eric Blank on March 14, 2015, 06:15:13 pm
Anyway, the other night I dreamed my dog was covered in bugs, like fleas and tiny black beetles, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get all the bugs out of her fur. It was horrible.
Post by: TD1 on March 14, 2015, 06:28:27 pm
Winning an argument in a dream seems... Uh, ridiculous, I guess?Indeed. Hence the ":P"
:P
Post by: hops on March 15, 2015, 04:27:37 am
I also remembered some bit about using my reality-bending clearance to contact a girl through time and space but I don't know what the deal with that is.
Post by: Arx on March 15, 2015, 05:48:22 am
arguing with Richard Dawkins ... winning the argument
Teach me your ways. :P
Post by: hops on March 15, 2015, 02:28:34 pm
Post by: WillowLuman on March 16, 2015, 03:55:06 pm
I think there was some (also entirely unrelated) tangent about needing to house a bunch of refugees, and I was going around trying to find places for them all to sleep at my home. Fortunately the place seemed to be some weird mixture of my home, my apartment, and my grandparent's house, so there were plenty of beds and sofas, except they seemed to disappear when I wasn't looking so I was trying to mind them all at once so there'd be enough.
Post by: Itnetlolor on March 17, 2015, 02:14:46 pm
My boarding house was taken over by Romans while I was sleeping.After playing a few rounds of FATE with my brothers, and recalling my character from SS-13 (named Roman, which is also who I based my character in FATE on); I can only read that as cloning shenanigans from one of my characters. Beware the Barbershop Quartet routine. (https://youtu.be/y11lxG8WM9M)
Anyway, I was in a bit of a funk (some mad depression/feeling lonely really hit hard), and took a nap. I was in the middle of absolute nothingness, much like anyone else's interpretation of the afterlife (or Hell), based on what I've commonly heard. It really did feel like nothing, and I had my time of dwelling on what could have brought me to such depression. Oddly enough, out of nowhere, I felt hugged within the nothingness, and it wouldn't let go, and another set of hands were glowing and reaching out for me to grab. The hug felt familiar, and how I was being towed out of the nothingness by the other hands. Like a pair of old friends (felt just like the same recurring characters, even though it was only their hands reaching for me, as if I was blind, and this was all I could interpret) reached out to me to bail me out of Hell, again, according to how they felt (though, not an annoyed "again" expression).
Given the frequency of some of my depression spirals, and how many hells I've been bailed out of (from fire and brimstone, to elementary school all over again (I was a rather popular target for bullying)), I wouldn't be shocked if there's a drinking game made up by this point, based on those experiences. On the plus side, at least whatever/whoever keeps visiting/bailing me out is loyal and helpful (They even gave me reassuring words that cured my depression upon waking up). I just wish I can run into them IRL; especially if they're as unusual/awesome as their dream counterparts.
Post by: flabort on March 17, 2015, 07:55:02 pm
So last night... I was surrounded by an army of the undead and undying, skeletons, zombies, empty skins and other horrors. I kept swinging at them with a rusted sword, it's edge glowing faintly with a withered dying magic. Every time I tried to attack, though, EEEEEEAORW! they'd go up with a strange sound in a green flame that arc'd away and reformed only a short distance further away. I'd feel them attacking me from behind, so I'd turn around and EEEEEEAORW! the ones behind me would flame-teleport away before I could hit them. EEEEEEAORW! Sometimes they'd teleport closer en-mass, too, which was terrifying because there were so many of them. I'd lash out, trying to hit them with ANYTHING, but EEEEEEAORW! I couldn't hit them with a single blow. EEEEEEAORW! ... EEEEEEAORW!
Wait a seco- EEEEEEAORW!
I turn over; my clock says 3:08. EEEEEEAORW!
"[Oobles]! If you need mom, get up and walk to her, she can't hear your airhorn from there!"
My brother was using one of those compressed air cans to try and call our mom because he was feeling really sick and that's why he got it in the first place (because she couldn't hear the bell and he can't yell as loud as he can ring the bell). Unfortunately, instead of waking up the right person, it woke me up instead.
Post by: hops on March 17, 2015, 08:09:44 pm
Post by: WillowLuman on March 17, 2015, 08:20:30 pm
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empty skinsYIKES
I remember a dream with those once, they were going around sucking the moisture out of people by touching them, and thus making more of themselves.
Post by: XXXXYYYY on March 17, 2015, 08:28:48 pm
Here, have all of my nope. All of it.Quoteempty skinsYIKES
I remember a dream with those once, they were going around sucking the moisture out of people by touching them, and thus making more of themselves.
Post by: Itnetlolor on March 17, 2015, 11:12:54 pm
You'd think having a means of incinerating them would be easy to come across... At least, had I come across some husks, I'd at least try to see if they're flammable. Hell, if they can siphon moisture, I can use them as a means of making beef jerky more easily; provided I can trap one.Here, have all of my nope. All of it.Quoteempty skinsYIKES
I remember a dream with those once, they were going around sucking the moisture out of people by touching them, and thus making more of themselves.
Post by: WillowLuman on March 17, 2015, 11:48:56 pm
Post by: flabort on March 18, 2015, 09:15:45 am
Such thoughts don't tend to occur to me in dreams. Plus, there were millions of the damn things.QFT
Post by: Spehss _ on March 20, 2015, 12:22:20 pm
One dream I had last night involved me apparently getting asked out on a date by this blonde girl at a video game store. Said girl was pretty, smart, and apparently I somehow knew she was rich. Somehow. Anyway, that was a cheery dream. Weird, but happy.
Another dream involved my distraught mother ordering a DIY suicide kit off the internet, which was basically a bundle of chemicals you're supposed to mix into a cocktail and drink. This was both terrifying and weird because my mom is neither tech savvy enough to order anything off the internet, nor is she even unhappy or anywhere close to a suicidal mood in real life.
Post by: Dwarf4Explosives on March 21, 2015, 09:03:40 am
Post by: miauw62 on March 21, 2015, 09:11:40 am
I never used to get these kinds of dreams.
Post by: birdy51 on March 21, 2015, 10:04:18 am
Post by: itisnotlogical on March 24, 2015, 06:49:59 pm
... I guess this dream means that I'm a simple man with simple, bizarrely Shrek-themed pleasures?
Post by: GiglameshDespair on March 24, 2015, 06:53:29 pm
I had a dream that I was playing Team Fortress 2. I went down a trapdoor in the game, and suddenly the game was real life and I was in some sort of castle in the mountains. The room that I fell into was full of various golden treasures, a large number of which were Shrek-themed. And then my ex was there for some reason, and she told me to look away for a bit. When she let me look back, she had stuffed her bra with a bunch of gold coins and then kissed me.Shrek is love. Shrek is life.
... I guess this dream means that I'm a simple man with simple, bizarrely Shrek-themed pleasures?
Post by: Eric Blank on March 24, 2015, 07:35:46 pm
Other night I dreamed that 1) I couldn't cook a hamburger to save my life, although trying to cook it on fumes erupting from a kitchen sink probably didn't help. 2) We had a new car, and it was sapient and regularly had smart ass comments to make about us. and 3) the government wanted that damn car. Somebody also called and wanted me to put the car on the phone. Sorry sir, but cars can't talk *car yells loudly in the background*
Post by: TheDarkStar on March 24, 2015, 09:34:05 pm
Post by: hops on March 24, 2015, 10:14:03 pm
Last night I dreamed I was back home and my puppy got killed by ruffians. :C
Post by: Dwarf4Explosives on March 25, 2015, 04:38:25 am
Other night I dreamed that 1) I couldn't cook a hamburger to save my life, although trying to cook it on fumes erupting from a kitchen sink probably didn't help. 2) We had a new car, and it was sapient and regularly had smart ass comments to make about us. and 3) the government wanted that damn car. Somebody also called and wanted me to put the car on the phone. Sorry sir, but cars can't talk *car yells loudly in the background*If the car was such a smart-ass, was there a reason that you didn't just give it to them? Or was that, as with most things in dreams, just ignored? Also, that hamburger incident sounds hilarious.
Post by: flabort on March 25, 2015, 09:01:53 am
I finally won a game as him, and I got a challenger aproaching screen. Aha! THAT looks like Mewtwo! I go to the fight, and yes it's Mewtwo. I beat him first try and it says "Dr. █████ and Mewtwo enter the fray!", and now I can select Mewtwo, and the doctor character is customizable and I can pick his color now (also not a silhouette).
I must be getting impatient.
Post by: Frumple on March 25, 2015, 11:20:03 am
Some kind of multinational gathering thing with schmart kids, something about boilers and confiscating random junk, jackets being thrown up front, this faintly amazing acrobatics display by this blonde (actually verdette) who could take off the blonde and turn them into monster killing doomwhips that change color, display ending with people getting in way and wrapped up in selectively deadly doomwhips and really nice tits on head, segue into afterparty and neighbors being creatures from the black lagoon being flammenwerfed by nazi before N gets shot by peopleform lagooncritters and LCs deciding to clean up witnesses -- viewpoint character being witness -- then into house, into basement/garage thing, up to wall with frankly invisible hidden room doorthing while monologuing about people must knowing, then fade to consciousness.
Some bit in between the segue about happy family life between two radical shapeshifters, which included a public mating ritual between giant mechanical bees. Or, like, one bee/wasp thing and one moth thing. It was, uh. Far sweeter than it should have been, for what amounted to two fleshcrafters screwing in a restaurant.
No, I don't know why a random nazi was burning out a nest of what appeared to be mobster creatures from the black lagoon. I'm not sure I want to know.
Post by: XXXXYYYY on March 26, 2015, 09:01:53 pm
It went something like this:
I was fighting some random person (possibly one of my sister's in-dream friends) in a suburban area. The physics were completely over-the-top, and I remember having some special powers, like being able to turn back time a little on the surroundings to reverse damage to structures/ create buildings with my mind. I must of had some minor telekinesis as well, because I remember causing some volatile chemicals to flow up and surround him/her and explode.
I think I might have switched to his/her perspective at one point, and I remember him/her referring to me as something to be smited, so I guess I was evil for some reason.
What I know for sure was that I got my ass handed to me and my face pounded in and charred, prompting me to unlock a much more powerful version of my construction ability, which involved me basically leaving my body to very quickly build sections of a building, starting from a skeleton and quickly building outwards almost fractally. I built a massive, almost cathedral-like round building around us, sealing us both in before I (being half-awake at the time) ended and restarted the dream by basically reverse-blinking. The second time I was interrupted my real life before anything interesting happened, besides building a suiting place to battle, because I had a few minutes to prepare.
Post by: flabort on March 28, 2015, 09:44:45 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Lightningy on March 29, 2015, 02:20:33 pm
So this one's gonna get spoilered. Because gender-related oddness and many implications of bad things.._.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Dwarf4Explosives on March 29, 2015, 03:10:27 pm
Post by: flabort on March 29, 2015, 03:22:46 pm
Anyways, that's why I spoilered it, because major "Here take all of my nope" factor.
Post by: lordpyridine on March 30, 2015, 09:33:26 am
Post by: flabort on March 30, 2015, 02:11:21 pm
Last night I was a killer cyborg, not by choice, but because a parasitic living-metal-robot thing hid in my boot, when I put the boot on it injected me with a needle that made me pass out. When I came to, my left fist was encased in a advanced gauntlet, which had caked blood on it, and I had a HUD in my eye. I found out quickly how to retract this equipment into my skin to hide it, but I'd wake up each morning not in my bed but in some new place where I had killed someone, usually with something new and high-tech looking on or replacing my body. It was literally consuming me some nights, and other nights when it successfully killed someone it consumed them instead to grow; but when it didn't kill, it took pieces of me and literally replaced them, so no retractable parts to hide. One night, I didn't wake up...
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...And then IRL me woke up after many seeminly months of sensory deprivation in dream.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on March 30, 2015, 03:29:45 pm
Wow I have a lot of nightmares.
Last night I was a killer cyborg, not by choice, but because a parasitic living-metal-robot thing hid in my boot, when I put the boot on it injected me with a needle that made me pass out. When I came to, my left fist was encased in a advanced gauntlet, which had caked blood on it, and I had a HUD in my eye. I found out quickly how to retract this equipment into my skin to hide it, but I'd wake up each morning not in my bed but in some new place where I had killed someone, usually with something new and high-tech looking on or replacing my body. It was literally consuming me some nights, and other nights when it successfully killed someone it consumed them instead to grow; but when it didn't kill, it took pieces of me and literally replaced them, so no retractable parts to hide. One night, I didn't wake up...
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...And then IRL me woke up after many seeminly months of sensory deprivation in dream.
Creepy O_0
I never seem to have nightmares, only extremely elaborate or strange dreams with a few mundane ones in-between. Speaking of strange things, here's my last dream:
Me and a bunch of people were sleeping in walking tents made out of furs, with our beds being some kind of swing thing also made out of furs attached to the celling. While we were all supposed to be sleeping (pretty munch everyone was awake), a white robot made out of nanomachines was sneaking around, dodging the combine soldiers (from half life 2) that were protecting our tent migration (also, it was important for them not to be seen by us for some reason, pretty strange considering they were essentially our bodyguards. I believe it was because they were part of a conspiracy of some sort). Eventually the robot miscalculated a jump and made about 12 combine fall over in my field of view, which confirmed my suspicion that the robot existed. A while later me and a group of friends befriended said robot and used it to discover that the shop we were in was full of unsafe products. Eventually the robot made our group coordinator (we were in some kind of space exploration themed summer camp at this point) feel useless by doing everything she did but better. Eventually she created a "beauty ship" which would very slowly regenerate the health of it's user. Me and my group found it pathetic, but we pretended we liked it to avoid making her feel even worse.
There was also something about me and a woman standing in an elevator and having it flip upside down. The women said that it was unrealistic that neither of us felt down during this process, I believed that she noticed that because she was genre savvy(I also found her very intelligent because of that). The top of the elevator went through the floor (which is weird considering the fact that we were going downwards) at the lobby of the building we were in right in front of the desk. No one seemed to find it strange until we started forcing the doors open, at which point the staff started helping us. The receptionist apologized to me for the broken elevator afterwards. After this I was forced to clean up the floor which was littered with wooden arrows.
I also vaguely remember something about a series of room each containing a boss battle which appeared as a museum exhibition. The final boss kept telling me how he was going to kill me and I vaguely remember that he was impossible to defeat.
Post by: flabort on March 30, 2015, 04:07:35 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on March 31, 2015, 01:07:52 pm
So the kids went to jail(!?) and then I was myself in a mall with a movie theater, getting turned down because I didn't have enough cash on me. I saw a girl there I recognized, but she refused to talk with me and just walked away. It was all very depressing. I left, then, and trying to get out of the parking lot I got in an accident... So I reloaded from the last save. And then I slid out of the parking lot when it wasn't my turn (it was winter, very icy) and did a couple donuts in the middle of the street, cop wasn't impressed. Reload from last save. Finally get out of the parking lot and am never heard from again.
After I left, some freaking demons showed up and tried to kidnap those kids from earlier. Some angels showed up to stop them, and a fight ensued on the roof of an abandoned warehouse. The demons summoned a battalion of crocodiles and alpacas. The British police from earlier in the dream showed up and sided with the angels. The stalemate continued indefinitely, and I soon woke up to hear my parents discussing what I understood to be $2,500 overdraw fees from the bank. I am glad sleepy-me is just mishearing things.
Post by: i2amroy on March 31, 2015, 01:09:43 pm
After I left, some freaking demons showed up and tried to kidnap those kids from earlier. Some angels showed up to stop them, and a fight ensued on the roof of an abandoned warehouse. The demons summoned a battalion of crocodiles and alpacas. The British police from earlier in the dream showed up and sided with the angels. The stalemate continued indefinitely, and I soon woke up to hear my parents discussing what I understood to be $2,500 overdraw fees from the bank. I am glad sleepy-me is just mishearing things.Well that escalated rather quickly. :P
Post by: Dwarf4Explosives on March 31, 2015, 01:40:44 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on April 01, 2015, 12:59:21 pm
Anyway, aside from that whole thing there were men in beesuits and jetpacks flying around out in the fields pollinating the plants because of the shortage of bees. Way to go brain, this would totally work.
Post by: Tawa on April 01, 2015, 01:01:58 pm
Post by: timferius on April 01, 2015, 01:04:44 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on April 01, 2015, 01:14:10 pm
Post by: timferius on April 01, 2015, 01:44:31 pm
Post by: i2amroy on April 01, 2015, 08:53:26 pm
I almost never remember my dreams after I wake up (maybe 2-3 times a year, seriously very rare). Anyone have any advice on how to?Three things can really help you remember your dreams:
1) Write down any dreams you remember immediately after you wake up. Most dreams that you do actually remember you will forget within about 10 min of waking up due to the weirdness of how your brain works. It's totally possible for you to remember dreams right when you wake up, but then not remember them even a little while later.
2) If you are used to waking up at one specific time, try setting your alarm for 10-15 minutes before that. If you've been spending a long period of time waking up at one time your body gets used to that and adjusts your dream schedules so that you wake up gradually right before that point, which counts agains the "10 minutes of remembrance" that you get for your dreams (and so you can wake up not remembering them). Things that wake you up quickly can short circuit that cycle, meaning you will still remember your dream. (As a matter of fact they've done laboratory tests and 100% of people can tell you about their dreams if you wake them up quickly in the middle of their REM cycle).
3) Get a full night's rest. As you sleep longer your REM cycles get smaller and the actual REM part gets longer, making you more likely to wake up during one of them and leading to more vibrant dreams overall.
A final option (though I don't suggest it) is to make yourself somewhat sleep deprived, then go to sleep. When you are sleep deprived your REM cycles start smaller with longer REM periods then they do normally, meaning you have extra vibrant dreams the first time you go to sleep after being sleep deprived.
Post by: hops on April 01, 2015, 08:55:48 pm
I'm not good at remembering dreams because most of the time I can't tell if I'm awake or not. I found myself trying to fly to the dining hall and jumping like an idiot before realizing I'm awake.
Post by: 4maskwolf on April 01, 2015, 09:15:20 pm
I've been having dreams where either someone close to me gets shot and dies or I'm forced to shoot someone to prevent that...
Post by: Arcvasti on April 01, 2015, 09:17:51 pm
I dreamed that I was a magical person with an umbrella.
Objective confirmed for Mary Poppins.
Post by: Yoink on April 03, 2015, 02:15:27 am
I don't actually remember much about the game... I think it was some sort of fantasy-ish RPG, but good.
Main thing I remember is a forumite posting a spoilered screenshot of a couple of whales swimming in the shallows of some beach, holding up a taxman (or maybe just a merchant?) and his guard/s with a crossbow. Not sure if I actually played the game myself or not, but at one point I saw that scene animated, as the lead whale (I believe they had little black burglar masks tied around them to go over the eyes) fired the crossbow to prove he wasn't to be messed with.
And then, I believe in the same setting, a couple of my favourite bands from my old city were loading their stuff onto a pirate ship along with another band, getting ready to make the journey south to the city I live in now. There were also- perhaps simultaneously and separately because dream logic- a group of actual pirate-types aboard, taking a haul of heroin, booze and other drugs in the hold.
The dream followed the journey for a while, with the various strange fantasy-type obstacles they had to overcome, and the captain and first mate being quite surprised that their crew managed to mostly control themselves and not burn quickly through the drugs they were smuggling.
And then I woke up. Funnily enough a friend told me the two bands in question are actually touring down this way pretty soon.
I'm guessing that's what inspired that bit.
Post by: TD1 on April 04, 2015, 03:53:41 am
Post by: Tawa on April 04, 2015, 10:11:03 am
That was a weird dream.
Post by: Dwarf4Explosives on April 04, 2015, 10:35:04 am
Post by: hops on April 04, 2015, 03:06:12 pm
I was with my parents and mostly lucid. I don't remember where I was but we had a table. I discussed how eating foods in dream is great because you don't get fat. I and my parents conjured up foods. My mom got what seemed like black truffles soup and I also got a cream of the mushroom soup. I think I also tried to make spicy stir-fried mushrooms but I woke up briefly.
I was with Jade (from the webcomic Homestuck) and we were walking through a garden which is similar to the Singaporean orchid garden I went to. I became lucid at some point as we walk through some art exhibitions in a row of rooms in the front of the garden. We went through an open fish tank on the floor of the room with a small orca in it and we played it with a little. We went through some drawings where people are grey-skinned, horned humanoids and I mentioned that this must have been drawn by a troll (a race of humanoid alien in Homestuck), namely Eridan Ampora. I told her I'm lucid and I have to go do my thing, but she said I should at least tag along for a bit. We went to two cylinders with doors into them, like some rocket pod minus the other parts. Jade went into one and I went I to another. For some reasons I panicked and got out, then I remembered my dream goal and opened the pod door again, but this time on the other side is the Nexus train's interiors. (The Nexus train was an idea by me. Basically, it's a gigantic train moving through a snowy planet, and its cabin doors were portals into other worlds. I can enter it through a certain door which manifest in my dream.)
I found myself in a large hallway as I stepped through the door. I rubbed my hands together to stabilize my dream a bit but I'm still in the verge of waking up. I must have forgotten I'm in a special train because I found myself in a normal skytrain with other people, some of which I think I'm supposed to know. They asked me about a person and if I had seen them, but I said I don't know which one they meant because there are many people with that name. One of them said "Dude he probably doesn't even know him."
I got out of the skytrain on some sort of modern bazaar. I walked by a store selling jade figurines and I nicked a green rag on the counter while the owner wasn't looking. I decided to pull out a sliver of the rag and eat it. It was a bad idea because the rag taste like stale sweat and got stuck in my braces. I try to take it off to no avail. I recall walking towards a walkway with parrots sitting on top of wooden bridges, and nature on the other side while I stand on the bazaar side. I spun around hoping to stabilize my dream but that woke me up.
Post by: penguinofhonor on April 05, 2015, 09:04:08 am
I wander around the house for a while. It's somewhere I've been in a dream before. It's a very old house, with two floors and an unfinished basement. I don't recall much being in the basement except I think a secret passage to a higher floor.
Eventually I don't find anything and leave. I'm back on the street again, but my mom keeps bothering me to go back in the house. Eventually I do, except this time when I get inside it's an empty version of my high school. I look for the girl but a boy is here too this time, and I decide he can't see me.
I follow them around, trying to avoid the boy and get to the girl, but he sees me. I'm at the top floor. The lights shut off and the whole building becomes pitch black (I think this I did this somehow), so I run down the stairs to try to get away. I remember brushing past a lot of helium balloons on my way down. Not sure why they were there.
I get to the bottom and he's there too. I don't see him but I think I feel him. After that I'm outside again.
Pretty quickly I decide I need to go back, so I try to get back in. But the house/school is a high security prison now, with huge sand-colored walls. I remember walking around the base of the wall with an explosive of some sort, planning on blowing up some concrete and digging my way inside. That's the last thing I remember before waking up.
Post by: Spehss _ on April 06, 2015, 08:41:34 am
Also I may have been naked for no reason. It was a weird-ass dream.
Post by: Eric Blank on April 06, 2015, 12:36:44 pm
We got some new, elderly neighbors up here, and I had to explain to them how to get a well drilled. "Go call this guy and pay him." Suddenly once they got a well drilled they installed artificial streams and pools everywhere, pipes that fed water into these but also played cute little musical notes. It was honestly quite beautiful.
But then me and me mum walked back over to our side, and at first it seemed like more of the same, and then it turned into a military base. Nobody around until exactly 9:30 am. Suddenly it was bustling with activity, and there was a guest theatre we went to see a show. It turned out to be something about environmental protection and narrated by a guy sitting in a chair off to the side. At the conclusion of his propaganda, he gave us all bottles full of paint and told us he wanted, for the glory of mother nature, to have neon green carpets, dark green ceilings, and yellow-green walls in this theatre room. So everybody started spraying multicolored paint all over the place while I tried to figure out the color adjustment menu on my paint can. It was like the custom colors pallette in mspaint, but I could get it to apply the color I wanted. Eventually we just left and learned that at the end of the shift, at 9pm, the base personnel all got onto a single large flying saucer thing and flew home. Apparently the staff came from all over the country. They refused to give us a ride because we lived here and flying back would be inefficient, and I was sad. ;-;
I also had some dream about starmade, in which I spawned on a planet that was, well, squished into something resembling a moldy fish carcass rather than a sphere, and built a great obelisk on it with a logic powered transit system. I recall immediately before that a dream about driving like an utter maniac but not much else.
Post by: WillowLuman on April 06, 2015, 03:30:23 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on April 07, 2015, 06:25:22 pm
I actually think the smell of crap came from my dog in the waking world farting (he loves to eat horse manure for every meal of the day) and my brain processed that into "Sorry your turtle exploded and now there's shit all over your hand." I can't recall ever being able to reference my sense of smell in a dream before.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on April 08, 2015, 01:25:07 pm
The world geography was weird in that dream; Yellowstone was in the middle of a southern continent, with a mostly civilized area to the east and plains and forests with a few cities in between to the west. There was also a second continent to the north which had medieval technology and renaissance architecture. Abraham Lincoln was to the east of the mountain of the southern continent while the blonde guy directly north of Yellowstone on the other continent. The woman was either far to the east or west on the northern continent.
Post by: TD1 on April 11, 2015, 07:11:26 pm
Not really on a continent scale at all, heh.
Post by: IronTomato on April 13, 2015, 11:29:08 am
My dreams have been extremely unsettling lately, and this is the third time that I've woken up at four o' clock from it. One of them was when I accidentally kicked a wall at full force while having said dream, so I guess that doesn't count, but it's still completely terrifying.
Post by: birdy51 on April 13, 2015, 12:03:31 pm
Post by: TempAcc on April 13, 2015, 12:06:25 pm
Post by: Dwarf4Explosives on April 13, 2015, 12:34:18 pm
Post by: Sebastian2203 on April 13, 2015, 01:52:44 pm
Best thing? I do not remember them for some reason, only thing I remember is just emotions, eg. I feel absolutely awesome for some reason in my dream and hear my favorite song playing then just depressive emotions roll in and it feels so real yet so abstract...
Post by: FArgHalfnr on April 13, 2015, 10:06:27 pm
That dream is a lot more detailed than minr tend to be. A lot of mine are first person hero scenes in which I save somebody. There was a recent one when I was in a jungle. There was a titan made of flower and vines, and it was going to a sacrificial altar that was entwined with vines. There was a temple behind the Titan, and I knew that if the titan got the girl the altar would become some sort of weapon. I preceeded to free the girl and, my heroics done for the day, spent the rest of the dream evading the monster.
Not really on a continent scale at all, heh.
My dreams tend to be quite complex, not sure why. I've also been remembering them more often this year for some reason. Not that I'm complaining, I love my dreams. They give me so many good ideas for stories :)
Post by: birdy51 on April 14, 2015, 07:35:23 am
Post by: Cheesecake on April 14, 2015, 08:08:11 am
I swear, even my nightmares are school-related. I have multiple dream heart attacks about deadlines or homework, wake up and scrounge through my bag in panic, stop and realize I don't even take biology as a subject then go back to sleep pissed off.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on April 14, 2015, 11:21:03 am
I'm jealous of all your wacky dreams. Those I tend to have like once a year. Most of the time I either don't dream or they're really normal, like I'm in school or something.
I swear, even my nightmares are school-related. I have multiple dream heart attacks about deadlines or homework, wake up and scrounge through my bag in panic, stop and realize I don't even take biology as a subject then go back to sleep pissed off.
Apparently a good way to remember your dream is to write them down right after you wake up. After a while you should remember them more often. It worked for me.
And also, schools in my dreams always have a maze-like structure. I often spend hours wandering in them without ever finding what I'm looking for. Somehow I'm never scared of not getting where I want on time or getting lost. I just wander, almost aimlessly.
On another note, my last dream was weird. I was in a massive wizard college/tower. It looked like it was in Skyrim, and the place looked like a mix between a dwemer ruin and the inside of windhelm's castle. At some point I was a pink argonian vampire wizard (I have no idea) and I was trying to hide the corpses of two people I had drained out of blood. At the same time, an alien looking like a robot was infiltrated in the same place a few floors below me. He succeeded at his goal of getting the common cold, which somehow allowed his specie to take over the world. They all looked like poorly drawn 2D shirts with red and black horizontal stripes. The color of their stripes determined their rank in their society. I was given a black and white shirt which meant "shame". I then proceeded to mock them for their stupid class system for the rest of my dream. At that point I seemed to be completely unaffected by gravity.
Post by: TempAcc on April 14, 2015, 11:27:52 am
Also, I've got an habit of watching youtube videos like letsplays and other things right before sleeping, sometimes even sleeping while the video is still playing and with the laptop on. I imagine the sounds comming from the laptop as I sleep likely stimulates more vivid dreams.
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 15, 2015, 04:29:27 am
Post by: FArgHalfnr on April 16, 2015, 02:34:35 pm
Anyways I had two interesting dreams last night. In the first one, it was somehow my duty to go save another universe according to a metal face/ancient robot inside a weird spherical pod because I think I used to be a hero of legend a while ago, but I kept delaying this mission because I wanted to take care of a dog I had just adopted. I wanted to teach him everything, because he was apparently able to understand me. The only thing I remember telling him was that all form of advertisement is evil. Not too long before I went to do that quest I was supposed to do, my dog vomited milk in my bowl of cereals. When I went back to the pod, I requested that I could bring my two IRL dogs (at this point it was like my previous dog had never existed), my entire family and some random person I never saw before. I think he was a lizardman. The pod moved outside the universe, and everything was extremely weird. There were massive... things. Kinda like structures, I'm not quite sure how to describe it. Eventually we moved to some kind of city, which acted as a hub between multiple different universes. In it I visited a church that worshiped cheese and considered sausages as the devil. They had a religious ritual which involved pressing a series of keys on a poorly designed piano thing. It's layout was such a pain to use that it took me hours to figure how to position my fingers so I could play the sequence.
In my second dream I was some kind of evil overlord ruling in a tower and I was at war with a good aligned tower nearby. I was making ice golems to fight the opposing army, until one of them felt in my lava moat and became some sort of overpowered hybrid golem. After this, I started secretly making an new army of these golems, which I upgraded further with some sort of lightning power and unleashed them as the enemy was almost at my door. It was a massive success for a while. In the meantime, I improved my golem recipe by adding burnt corpses (not sure how that would make them better, but it did work somehow). At some point I got into trouble because I could not produce enough uniforms for my witches (I assume it was witches, because the uniform looked like witches clothes). I kept affirming that my tower was self-sustaining and that everything would be fine but a woman said I would eventually fail (she said it like it was an ominous prophecy). At some point, two young women appeared out of nowhere and where very confused about the situation. It was at this point that I woke up.
Edit: Ok, it's not a wall of text but it's still pretty big.
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 16, 2015, 06:36:01 pm
Post by: Itnetlolor on April 16, 2015, 10:04:17 pm
I was reminded of What Dreams May Come. I may not have been dead, but I had a good idea of how my Heaven would be. Or at least, my Home Dimension-Heaven. Hell, teleporters are fun, and my shrines looked even more badass. I love when my dreams can up the resolution/detail from the abstract I make in the waking world.
Post by: inteuniso on April 17, 2015, 01:34:29 pm
Post by: Spehss _ on April 17, 2015, 01:50:01 pm
I had a mustache. Not just any mustache too, a legendary, vogue for a thousand years bushy mustache that extended from my upper lip to cover my mouth. This mustache was massive. Beautiful. Absolutely the pinnacle of facial hair.
sounds dwarfy af
Post by: inteuniso on April 17, 2015, 02:00:00 pm
I had a mustache. Not just any mustache too, a legendary, vogue for a thousand years bushy mustache that extended from my upper lip to cover my mouth. This mustache was massive. Beautiful. Absolutely the pinnacle of facial hair.
sounds dwarfy af
*twirls facial protuberance* why thank you.
Post by: WillowLuman on April 18, 2015, 11:17:32 am
Well, whatever I was eating/doing before I went to sleep last night, I must endeavor not to do it again.
Post by: Eric Blank on April 19, 2015, 04:32:00 pm
First off I was at some villa/small town, trying to catch the evil wizard that was doing something or other. This guy could take any miscellaneous object and turn it into a personal portal to move between that one and another somewhere else. This included playing cards. Not only could we not keep track of this guy because of that, but he could use it to stalk us. He was inescapable and untouchable.
This seemed to segue through unknown means into a dream about being hunted by a bull elk. Seriously. This elk was lurking about, specifically hunting for me. If anyone got in the way, it would run them through on its antlers and continue after me. I tried to run and hide in an elementary school, but the elk can apparently use doors. There were many impaled children involved. I tried jumping off the roof, and it seemed by the time I had started running, this elk was already out then doors and right behind me again. I dont recall if I actually got away from it.
Next thing I remember is some cross between GTA and Garrysmod. We had to stop an alien invasion of a city, and inevitably failed. The aliens took over and enslaved the populace, and hunted me and the other fighters down one by one. I tried hiding under the ocean, which turned the dream into something like minecraft with evil alien submarines and search drones. I only managed to survive a while by hiding inside the rock. There was no escaping the seven star rating if an alien got even a brief glimpse of me. The ride never ends.
Post by: Spehss _ on April 20, 2015, 08:12:22 am
Some time in the near future an (unsuccessful) assassination attempt on the US president is made by an unwilling duo of criminals, one who's a thief who got caught up and blamed for everything, the other is a mad traitor on the inside. Shenanigans ensue. Including the release of a brain controlling parasite in a quarantine/ bio-weapon test facility in Zimbabwe which can make crocodiles eat raw pieces of wood. And the 3 human "patients zero" of the parasite are convinced that the parasite they've been saved from is a part of them and rather than live on without it they choose to reinfect themselves, then commit suicide so they don't infect anyone else but they still die together with their beloved parasite headmate. Also the patients zero were a family.
Weird-ass dream.
Post by: nomoetoe on April 20, 2015, 08:32:47 am
Post by: FArgHalfnr on April 20, 2015, 12:16:31 pm
Everyone lived on a massive man made structure floating in the ocean. The place was circular and divided in sections, each cut in a bunch of different stripes shaped territories. I lived on the edge near the center and our area had the color green assigned to it, which meant that the place was a grassland. next to us was a blue area, which was permanently flooded. Everyone was supposed to be at war with each other area. At some point I wanted to do peace with the blue side, but one of the overseer of the place told me it was forbidden and that we had to be permanently at war. I was able to meet with someone from their side in secret and create a peace treaty in secret. Our new alliance proceeded to have every other territories in our section join us. It was at this point that I learned that each territory had progressively worse living conditions as they were further away from the center. I remember that the last one was pitch black and that everyone was hanged by meat hooks above an endless void. They had became albinos, blind and feral from this treatment but decided to join us anyways. The territory next to them was a volcanic wasteland filled with seas of lava. We proceeded to declare war against the overseer who lived in the core of the structure and we were joined by the other sectors. I don't know how they were arranged but I expect that they were divided in territories like in my sector. I woke up before I any side had won.
Post by: Eric Blank on April 20, 2015, 02:00:28 pm
I suppose I remember enough of last nights' bullshit to post it.
Dream started off playing dwarf fortress adventure mode, except instead of being the party leader I was one of a dozen or so party meatshields. Strange mixture of navigating in ASCII and first person melee fights as one would see in Mount & Blade. I had an iron spear, but we were fighting in a sewer system/keep's catacombs so the close quarters made me largely useless. After clearing a decent sized room of bandits, we stepped out onto the open field, and continued through a narrow trench. We were joined by the town militia, fighting an invasion of giant four-legged harvestman-like monsters. Enormous 200 foot diameter ones were bursting up from the ground in the distance, thankfully ignoring the puny mortals fighting in the trench against the meager grizzly-bear sized ones, who were tearing us to shreds. I managed to kill maybe one or two in the rear before I realized the rest of the party and allies were all dead. I was overwhelmed and eaten alive.
But I savescummed and tried again. Again, the party was eventually overwhelmed and killed. One more try, and this time we were fighting with modern firearms. The bugs kept coming, could absorb hundreds of rounds, and were supported by a tall, lanky variety wielding plasma rifles that were setting us on fire. Again, it was a complete route.
So next up I was a spy infiltrating the bugs' headquarters, where I learned that they were artificial, human-made. Literally. In order to grow them, captured women would be impregnated with their spawn and kept bound to a bench for a week until they burst out from their gut like chestbursters. And then you'd be sewn back together and go through another pregnancy, and another... Of course these were all prisoners of war/civilian prisoners kept in that one facility. The rest of the compound was divided into specific buildings. Administrative, storage, laboratories, etc... I pickpocketed a keycard from a woman who was trying to use a terminal and came to learn that each keycard gives you access to only one building and the mess hall. So I had to set about collecting key cards to get into other structures, while doing the job I was assigned, which was to haul shit around. Oh, and the keycard I jacked was useless to me because it was associated with a woman. Couldn't even collect rations with hers because it was associated with her face and other information.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on April 20, 2015, 02:27:02 pm
That' like the opposite of John Lockes' concept of keeping politicians in conflict with one another to prevent them from forming coherent strategies of rebelling against the people and turning the organization dedicated to the preservation of the state of nature and representation of the interests of the public into a self-interested ruling body. You were basically in a federally-enforced civil war to prevent the people rebelling and working in their own self interest.
So basically my subconscious just invented a whole new form of mass control for totalitarian regimes O_0. Now if only I could find solutions to the world's problems that easily instead of inventing ways to make it a worse place to live in.
Post by: Eric Blank on April 20, 2015, 02:38:27 pm
Fixing things is much harder than breaking them. I prefer breaking them in a constructive manner, or eliminating them completely, such that they can be replaced.
Post by: FearfulJesuit on April 29, 2015, 08:30:09 am
Post by: Akura on April 30, 2015, 07:54:25 am
Post by: FArgHalfnr on April 30, 2015, 11:54:09 am
Post by: flabort on April 30, 2015, 03:02:13 pm
Firstly the genes that cause Alzheimers. Apparently there's 32 different locations in the genome they can show up, and there's up to 3 varieties of the gene per position, and most of them are recessive; this means there's 80 different Alzheimers genes. Apparently most people have 5-10 in their genotype, and 1-5 in their phenotype. Having 0, 1, or 2 Alzheimers genes in your pheotype basically means you won't get it. Having 3 or more means you will get it; 10 or more and you're gonna have early onset. And apparently Variants 12b, 16a, and 23c each count as two, Variants 4c and 19b count as three (guaranteeing Alzheimers if they're in your phenotype), and variant 29a counts as two as well, but as one while in the genotype but not the phenotype (unique in that way, since the others all HAVE to be in the phenotype to count). According to my dream and the research I did in the dream.
I also found the "IT Extrasensory Gene", which allows you to sense when something is ABOUT to happen, such as a power-surge or a rise in humidity in the server room, etc, as well as two seperate genes for the "IT Aura", which allows you to fix things by looking at them. Once I started discovering this kind of beneficial gene, I discovered certain markers in the genes that allowed me to locate and research other "borderline paranormal" genes, such as the "Sailor's Gene", which let you predict the weather and wind accurately, the "Gypsy Gene" which let you read a person's emotions and face much more accurately and leads to you seeming like you can read minds and see the future, and since there were 8 positions where that particular gene could show up having 4 or more actually let you predict the person well enough that you could alter their future with their actions and give what seems like "gypsy curses", hence the name of the gene. I also found genes that promoted memory retention, including photographic memory, ability to study both while under pressure and not (which can be trained but come easier when you have these genes), and the "prodigy gene", which was very uncommon but had lots of varieties.
Eventually I found so many extrasensory genes that I wrote a book on them, but the book was the size of a full back-pack. No, not a school back-pack, a hiking backpack, and fuller than that. Fuller. That's it. So I used cheap reprogrammed E-readers to distribute my book to university libraries; since the book took up the entire e-reader, I made it so that you couldn't change the contents and upload more books, but I also managed to make it very easy to go back and forth and stuff. Eventually I used my research to make a "GMO Human", with as many extrasensory and learning oriented genes as possible. Including all the varieties of the Prodigy Gene. All the genes used came from humans, no genes from other animals, but this elite human would be the best. Of course I left most of the visual genes (such as hair, eye, or skin color, or height or gender or stuff) up to random chance based on the parents, but I gave each and every one of them the best chance to be elite that I could.
Of course, I woke up before any of them could actually be born.
Post by: hops on May 01, 2015, 06:11:01 am
Post by: birdy51 on May 01, 2015, 09:26:00 am
...Warhammer? I've never actually played it or looked too far into it.
Post by: Itnetlolor on May 01, 2015, 11:38:45 am
I dreamed that I was playing a horror videogame that is so scary that as the plot develops I find myself wanting to play on but also dreading what I would find, and I ended up wussing out.That reminds me of an Oculus Rift horror game demo I watched. You're in a game via VR, playing a game on a TV, and as you make progress with the game, the house you're playing in is also affected by it. So the creepier the game gets, the creepier your surroundings get, and eventually, a surprise happens. Definite paranoia fuel for a VR game. If I can find a link to it, I'll post it.
EDIT:
Here we go: https://youtu.be/mYvewljW7Lg
Post by: Eric Blank on May 02, 2015, 10:59:17 pm
So this guy, he was a werewolf. Last night he'd transformed, and like every other month Deer, who was named Deer because she was a shapeshifter who could transform into a doe at will, would lead him on a merry chase through the woods so he wouldn't eat anybody. This was her sole job for the village, and obviously it was quite a dangerous one. When we arrived at a house on the edge of town Deer and he were wrapped in blankets and got in the car. We took the werewolf home, he didn't say anything that I recall, and Deer rode home with me and her brother.
I remember Deer was actually very sweet, we talked a lot (her brother liked to hide in his room, kinda like me I guess.) But other than that, I really don't remember much.
Post by: Baffler on May 03, 2015, 12:46:25 pm
I was chosen as a part of the vanguard. Myself and about two dozen others were carried into the middle of the city (and somehow went unnoticed) by hot air balloon, and landed in an empty plaza. Our target was a giant tree that was linked magically to a section of the city walls, and would diffuse any attack against it. The perspective shifted to a bird's eye view, and I saw the immediate area. The city had Italian renaissance style architecture, and was split down the middle by a major river. Our target was inside of a small military base with low brick walls on three sides and the river on the fourth. Still in a bird's eye view, I saw a few of our guys rush up and stab the guards at the gate, then everyone came up and pushed them open. Inside was a small barracks, a pier on the river, an ammunition dump, a couple cannons, and the tree. Abandoning any pretense of stealth, I blasted the tree to bits with a giant fireball as the rest of the team commandeered the cannons and blasted the barracks with them (they were loaded and ready to fire for some reason.)
It went back to first person as reinforcements arrived by hot air balloon, and other balloons carrying troops started landing all throughout the city. I heard a massive explosion that must have been the main army outside blasting the vulnerable section of wall open. The garrison was caught completely by surprise, and with all of the city except the necromancer's fortress was under our control in a matter of hours. We started blasting it with cannons, but the shot just blew to pieces without even scratching the fortress. We tried to use the balloons to get on top of the walls, but they were all shot down before they got close. I remember thinking it was weird that we hadn't seen any zombies. Seconds later the gate opened and a giant horde of zombies started spilling out. It was briefly pretty awesome, but our musketeers had fired several volleys and it had barely left a dent in the horde.
The infantry had no chance in melee and started to retreat while what little cavalry we had charged the horde to buy time, but they had to break off quickly. Our plan was to run back to a nearby bridge across the river and use it as a choke point, but I never made it. big shards of ice (presumably fired by the necromancer) started to shoot into the backs of the retreating army. I turned around to try to hit him, but got hit in the back as soon as I stopped running. I landed face down and got hit again, and dreamed about being a doctor giving a blind child a checkup for the rest of the night.
Post by: WillowLuman on May 03, 2015, 05:05:06 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on May 04, 2015, 01:06:20 am
And something about a giant orca-eating eagle.
That's kinda cool at least.
Post by: WillowLuman on May 04, 2015, 01:16:47 am
Post by: Eric Blank on May 04, 2015, 01:25:29 am
Post by: WillowLuman on May 04, 2015, 01:27:22 am
Post by: BFEL on May 04, 2015, 06:07:21 am
I want to live in this universe.
Post by: TempAcc on May 04, 2015, 08:03:10 am
I dreamed that I was playing the beta for a really interesting roguelike or something, called "Blood War". It had ASCII graphics, and it was kiiiiiiinda similar to DF's adventure mode in gameplay, except not really, in that most things were randomly generated, similar combat, locational damage and the ASCII was also a bit similar, altough it was also similar to cataclysm: DDA in some ways, namely the UI and some menus.
The basic premise of the game was that you started as a lowly devil in one of the many hells, a hellish dimension that is very similar to Dante's depiction of hell and also D&D's nine hells of baator. Each hell is basically a huge world of its own divided into instances to avoid lag or something. You would start the game as a lowly devil of some kind, with few stats and almost nothing of a resource called "hell power", which consisted of points you could spend to develop your devil in several ways, such as gaining different spells and powers, growing in size and changing your body, like gaining different limbs, horns, spines, claws, etc, crafting artifacts of power for yourself, among several other things. Your main objective in the game was to rise in rank, power and influence among the devils in hell, eventualy becoming powerful enough to challenge one of the arch devils that rule each of the worlds in hell, and become a new archdevil, to eventualy become powerful enough attempt a coup and become the true and sole ruler of hell.
To do this you needed hell power to grow stronger and influence among the devils, which could be gained through several ways. At the start you were limited mostly to doing quests and menial tasks for devils above you in the hierarchy and being succesful in battles in the blood war, against the demons of the abyss, or doing things like attacking other devils and eating their hearts, altough this is apparently considered a horrible crime in hell and one of my characters got tore apart after being seen doing this.
Eventualy you'd gather enough hell power to manifest in the normal world, which was basically a huge randomly generated Forgotten Realms style D&D world. You'd at first manifest as a voice in a some naive mage's mind or some corrupted magical object, and you'd have no control over anything but you were able to see a bit of your surroundings and slowly influence the minds of your host and the people around it. Through this, you'd eventualy gain disciples and followers to do things for you in the normal world that would gain you influence and hell power, and some of these things were pretty brutal. I remember ordering one of my followers to kidnap a baby and sacrifice it to me in exchange for some magical abilities, and having another burn a nearby temple that was interferring with my powers in the normal world. The combat could also be very gory, with each corporeal NPC having organs, blood, bones, etc.
The quests and worship of your followers in the normal world would net you a lot of hell power, eventualy allowing you to fully possess normal world people and even manifest phisically in the real world at the cost of a fair bit of hell power, allowing you to do many more things directly, this being apparently the fastest way to gain hell power. You could even end up having a cult dedicated to you, and the worship of your cultists would generate a constant stream of hell power to you.
Anyway, after rising enough ranks in hell, you'd gain more rights, such as the right to travel between hell worlds, keep yourself safe by gaining the right to build a house/mansion/fortress of your own in hell, being able to take more important tasks from more important devils, etc.
Unfortunely, the dream ended shortly after I gained enough power to work directly under an archdevil, right after my cult in the normal world got destroyed by militant clerics, which hurt my hell power income badly. It was really sad to awaken and find out that game doenst really exist :C
Post by: Pencil_Art on May 04, 2015, 08:06:36 am
Rarely do I ever dream about games, much less roguelikes, but tonight was a pleasant exception.
Same here. Sounds amazing.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on May 04, 2015, 09:09:18 am
Blood War
I want that game so badly now :c
Post by: BFEL on May 04, 2015, 01:49:20 pm
MAKE ITBlood War
I want that game so badly now :c
Post by: FArgHalfnr on May 04, 2015, 01:55:03 pm
MAKE ITBlood War
I want that game so badly now :c
I'm learning python right now. I suppose I could give it a try once I'm done with my tutorial, unless someone with more talent wants to try before :v
Post by: TempAcc on May 04, 2015, 02:02:27 pm
Post by: FArgHalfnr on May 04, 2015, 02:51:12 pm
It was about a very obscure game, possibly from japan. I'm not sure if it was a horror game, since it was very surrealist. I remember that there was an Easter egg that would appear if you moved a pen in front of the screen while on the main menu, it was a jumpscare. At some point I got thrown at ridiculous speed from the side of a cliff and I was trying to figure how to negate the fall damage. I think I succeeded because I was still alive when I landed. At this point I was trying to summon some kind of ally, who seemed to be a good friend of mine, by making a recursive event happen. It was something about me appearing or traveling through time at a variable frequency, which I was in control. I was afraid to make it happen too frequently because it might've crashed the game/world (at this point it was hard to determine whenever it was real or a game). I remember that this was the second game in a series. The first one was bare bone and hard to play. Everyone was surprised when the developer announced a third game because we thought the series was finished. We were all hyped about it, but in the end the game was largely made to appeal to the fanbase's nostalgia. Despite this the game was extremely popular and brought a lot of people into the game (at this point it was some kind of mmo game set on a tiny floating island and involved creepy child things which we were supposed to kill in a variety of ways). That dream makes absolutely no sense to me and it was really hard to find a way to write it down in a semi-coherent way.
Post by: NJW2000 on May 04, 2015, 04:16:16 pm
MAKE ITBlood War
I want that game so badly now :c
I'm learning python right now. I suppose I could give it a try once I'm done with my tutorial, unless someone with more talent wants to try before :v
Try it!!! "You can only learn by doing - oh, and by locking yourself in a room with a bunch of randomly sxtending spikes. But that only works for most things." - dwarf fortress.
Post by: hops on May 05, 2015, 05:25:12 am
Yes, the snakes.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on May 05, 2015, 11:21:42 am
And for when I actually start, I'll probably make a new thread and make a post here to tell you about it. It might take a while though.
Oh, and also, should I make it in the creative projects or in the other games board?
Post by: Yoink on May 05, 2015, 07:20:15 pm
He was in some sort of ruined, once-palatial government building with books and papers strewn all over the floor, and rows of wooden benches with robots built to hang over the seats. You could press buttons on the robots to hear various recorded propaganda, along with perhaps a little bit of actual information about the past.
Ray had a pre-teen daughter with him, who he was basically babysitting through the wasteland. She kept pressing buttons and asking questions, and so of course Ray kept responding with amusing sarcastic remarks. I can't remember if there was a laugh track in the dream, but I wouldn't be surprised.
Anyway, eventually they leave that place, heading out through some kind of short tunnel- I think the building they were in was some sort of bunker, or perhaps even a weird Vault. That puts them outdoors on a beach, of all places. It looks remarkably normal given the setting, but then I suppose a lot of post-apoc settings have the beaches and oceans as rare safe places.
The main characters of Inbetweeners were out there on the beach, splashing around in the water. I think Ray and his daughter had been travelling with them earlier, everyone was friendly. My memory's starting to fade, but there was a girl there, too, and she and Wil found a pile of cookies in the sand and told Ray about it. He suggested that they grind them to powder and then eat them, washing them down with some salt water.
...It made more sense when I drank it.
Oh well, the idea of Ray Romano playing some badass post-apocalyptic wanderer was funny enough to make the dream worthwhile.
Post by: XXXXYYYY on May 05, 2015, 07:24:03 pm
I wish learning how to program was this easy -_-. I'm nowhere near being good enough to attempt a project like that and I can't advance as quickly as I want because the bit I've reached involve remembering a bunch of operations by heart, so I doubt stressing me with a death threat will help me. Maybe for the next part...I think that if you're just starting a project, it goes in CP, else it goes in OG.
And for when I actually start, I'll probably make a new thread and make a post here to tell you about it. It might take a while though.
Oh, and also, should I make it in the creative projects or in the other games board?
Post by: Yoink on May 05, 2015, 09:33:39 pm
Eric Blank, that dream about the elf town was awesome. Baffler's wizard dream was great, too.
I haven't been remembering that many dreams, lately. Usually I wake up feeling somewhat disconcerted from a dream, go back to sleep and forget it. And when I do remember dreams I usually don't write them down until it's too late.
Pretty sure the dream I posted just before began with me making a post on Bay12, and I loaded up my old Fallout save out of nostalgia. I usually only remember sections of my dreams, because they're generally just one long series of strange scenes that spans the entire night.
Post by: gman8181 on May 06, 2015, 12:26:59 am
Rarely do I ever dream about games, much less roguelikes, but tonight was a pleasant exception.
I dreamed that I was playing the beta for a really interesting roguelike or something, called "Blood War"...
I'd actually enjoy playing that game a lot. Reminds me of a forum game I ran a while ago. It died because I was terrible as running a game but the overall idea was pretty similar except I swapped out the term devils, hell, etc with other words.
Post by: Haveroszaur on May 06, 2015, 08:06:32 am
WTF subconscious.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on May 06, 2015, 09:54:46 am
Post by: darkpaladin109 on May 09, 2015, 03:38:30 am
Okay, so I don't really remember much of the entirety of the dream, but at propably the end of the dream, I remember being told by a pixie or fairy or something that I was somehow pregnant with my sister's child.
Yeah, I don't and never have had a sister. Makes that even more bizzare.
Post by: Arx on May 09, 2015, 10:18:54 am
The first, I can't remember much of except that every time my alarm started to go off the details became smoother and transitioned into an animesque style. This was particularly notable because someone's hair seemed to figure prominently in the dream.
The second was... weirder. Someone I know was driving a remote-controlled model destroyer with a distinctive gold paint job in the coastal breakers for some reason, and doing some ridiculous things like ramping off the rolls. We were, naturally, standing on the beach - quite far up, possibly so as to avoid getting sand in the controller. There was a fair bit of vegetation around us, and a concrete stormwater pipe off to our right - I believe it was North. We ended up walking in that direction to follow the boat, and came across a giant oyster washed up. It had a bunch of seaweed and assorted other forms of oceanic debris attached, trailing behind it as though it had just been washed up. That was strange though, because it was adjacent to the concrete walkway running above the beach, and the waves stopped a good five metres short of that. There was a guy standing there looking at it, maybe in his forties or a young-looking retired man.
At this point, I and the acquaintance became cognizant of a large storm cloud out over the sea, in the dirsction the giant clam washed up from. We were idly speculating about sending the boat out to look at it - I assume there was an onboard camera - when the guy asked us what we were talking about. We told him we were wondering whether there were more clams out below the cloud, and he told us not to try to find them; they'd be 'strange'.
At this point, we realised that the cloud was in fact shaped like a massive man wearing a broad-brimmed black hat and dark pants. He was a bit like a child's painting in some senses, maybe because of his cloudy nature. His features were indistinct, his legs were too short, and his thumbs were thick and long. He was constantly shifting slightly. I'm pretty sure the cloud was male because of the broadness of the shoulders and flat sides, but that's really all.
At this point, I woke up. No idea what was wrong with the oysters.
Post by: HooliganintheFort on May 09, 2015, 08:28:09 pm
China and the USA were at war with each other. Each nation was trying to have a technological advantage over the other as you do, but China created something freaky. A de-oceanizer. A giant pump that was the size of the Grand Canyon that sucks the ocean into Earth's Core. It was pretty cool actually, except for the fact that China could drive over the former Pacific Ocean and into the US.
I was put into the shoes of a Marine that was sent to San Francisco to battle underneath the Golden Gate Bridge. We were put into cargo containers to assault a Chinese beachhead that punch through our defenses. It was a scene out of Starship Troopers. Night time with a ton of explosions, but a few homeless people who were selling socks in the middle of the battle. The battle ended when the Chinese President came and declared the Chinese the winners of the war. (I don't even know how they thought they won.) They brought in a table with papers all over it and a US General came around to sign them. Then my POV changed to a Nuke going down the de-oceanizer's pipe and destroying it, releasing the ocean water from Earth's core. When the inevitable tsunami came around the Chinese President and his staff look at it with a stiff faces. Then my sub-conscious told me to yell, "Fire!" and we did fire. We scrambled to the surrounding high ground and watched the remaining Chinese soldiers run TOWARDS the tsunami. The massive wave swallowed them up instantly and all was well after that. We celebrated days afterward and then I woke up to the sounds of my alarm clock.
Post by: HooliganintheFort on May 09, 2015, 08:29:17 pm
Post by: NJW2000 on May 10, 2015, 03:40:49 am
Anway, one day, somebody I knew arrived, with some mud from a ground campaign he had been fighting in, to take the test. Anyway, we managed to distill the mud into some really nasty alcohol. So me and that guy, and one other tall, very good climber went up the tower. I trapped a few pigeons before the beast was released, and we soaked them in the alcohol, and filled their insides up with it. Then the tall dud managed to lean out the top of the tower window, and climb onto the roof. He then attached an iron spear to the top, so it connected via the roof's lead to the drainpipes round the tower. And this is Mordor, so there's MASSES of lightening stiking all the time. So the bolts started hitting the spear, because we were higher than all the other towers because of the spear, and the lead warmed up.
I took my shirt off and the pigeons, and managed to ensnare the beast when it ran up. It gave me a proper kicking, and I rolled away, leaving it struggling out of my shirt next to the delicious aroma of dead chicken. It ate it, then wandered off upstairs, noticeably slower due to the alcoholic properties of mud kept in an armpit for a month. I followed it as fast as I could with a broken arm, and came upon the homebrew companion, who had a smashed up ribcage. He managed to sit on a windowsill, as he as pretty small, curled up where the beast would miss him. The other guys had apparently got the roof to melt in time, because there was a huge screaming, of the werething, which came swerving down the stairs in a mass of molten lead. I only just managed to grab with one arm and an elbow the beam near the roof/bottom of the above staircase, when it came right past me, with lead getting into the wounds the small guy had given it, and smashing into walls as it was drunk and in pain. So we won, though we were left clinging precariously to bits of the tower with a beast encased in solid lead below us.
So that's how I woke up as a lieutenant of the dark lord.
Post by: Eric Blank on May 10, 2015, 11:16:01 am
Anyway, this morning I had a dream in which I had met my family in town and was asked to help them guide all our pets home. So as I was leaving I noticed two of the cats stopped following me and turned around presumably to follow my parents, since they were supposed to be coming as well. I continued on and found even more cats. Cats years dead, recently lost etc. The kitty brigade grew, but each time I had to stop and follow the cat back to where they'd been hiding. Its a cat thing... Eventually after circumnavigating the mountain I arrived home and let the cats and dogs in, and my brother arrived shortly thereafter. He came alone, and said the rest of the family was staying In town a while to do some other stuff. He said he saw our cats wander off, but didn't feel it was his responsibility to help protect our family pets, excepting the ones he calls his, which I successfully guided home. I was incredibly pissed off and after chewing him out set off to find the kitties, then suddenly woke up.
I was still angry and felt the need to punch someone, but I had a kitty sleeping on my lap, so meh.
So yeah, I dreamed about herding cats and my dumbass sibling being a lazy asshole, which is normal I guess.
Post by: nomoetoe on May 10, 2015, 11:52:13 am
Post by: FArgHalfnr on May 10, 2015, 03:39:06 pm
At some point I was visiting my grandparents who were living in their old house for some reason. There I discovered that they had turned into "wisps" (Basically they were big cyan fireballs). They explained me that they choose to be this because this allowed them to live forever. The only drawback to their new form was that when they started moving in a direction the only way for them to stop was to hit a wall (kinda like in those ice places in Pokemon, for those of you who played.). Later in the dream, I was three different things: A dull colored featureless organ-like blob, a bright red pulsating hearth and a fetus thing with telekinesis abilities. I saw things from the blob in third person. It was lying on the ground when I saw the fetus thing coming out of a nearby house levitating with the heart. It grabbed me with it's telekinesis and we wandered off to who somewhere in the suburbs. I think we were heading to my house. On our way we were discussing about the news, which seemed to indicate that the world was becoming a dystopia thanks to our prime minister, who was working with the US president and a bunch of ill intentioned powerful people. We were coming up with ways to create an utopia instead and ways to end the current system. We agreed that the best way was to start a revolution by exposing the flaws of the current system in propaganda videos. At some undetermined point, I became aware that the prime minister, Stephen Harper, had uploaded his consciousness into an immortal computer in order to become the world's greatest dictator. For no apparent reason I appeared inside that computer as a robot, and had a very hostile discussion with him. After this I teared my way out of the computer, effectively killing him. I woke up shortly after that.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on May 10, 2015, 03:41:06 pm
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Post by: nenjin on May 11, 2015, 02:57:21 pm
Specifically, that all the bad guys decided it was time to hunt down all the super heroes and kill them on sight.
I have this sort of dream a lot, a dream where I'm fleeing some threat. It's never quite rises to the level of nightmare, although it's usually a dream full of anxiety of some kind.
You could generously call it a dream about free running, except it tends to be more about free climbing. In these dreams I tend to scale surfaces ridiculously fast, dropping from hand holds to grab new ones fluidly until it's like I'm jumping up or down a wall instead of climbing it, leaping down stairwells faster than you could run them, that kind of thing. It's the kind of running and climbing and jumping you see in action movie chase scenes, very fluid and precise. It's actually pretty cool, when it's not coupled to something bad.
No idea who the super heroes were, or if I was one of them. I just know I saw guys with super hero and villain-esqe costumes and weapons. To be honest I don't remember them doing anything particularly super heroic. It was taking place in a big city, and involved like 30 people, so it's like running through Hotels and big offices with someone, seeing a baddy, running away, losing track of the person you're with, running into someone else being chased by a different baddie, on and on....at one point I jumped into the holding paddock of a nuclear submarine along the coast of the city and was like "NOPE, the one thing I can't stand is radioactive water!" (Not that nuclear subs irradiate the water around them) and climbed out along the wall.
In retrospect, it felt very video game-y. I think calling in sick for work (half playing hookie/half not) was the precursor for the dream. My sense of guilt tends to work its way into my dreams when I wake up, call in sick and go back to sleep.
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In terms of dreaming about video games, I do it a lot but not in the way you'd except. Instead of dreaming about myself in the game, or a dream themed by the game, I usually dream about playing the video game. But in my dreams, I've seen or learned something amazing, secret, which will totally change the gameplay. Something so super specific or so well hidden, it's no wonder I never saw it before!
And then one of two things happen:
-Either my lucid dreaming kicks in and goes "But you're not really playing the game at your computer right now" and the whole dream shatters, possibly to start again.
-Or I wake up totally excited to play before I realize I wasn't actually playing and don't know or have anything more than I already do.
Really only happens when I've been playing something obsessively for 10 hours or more and go to bed still wanting to play on some level.
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The only drawback to their new form was that when they started moving in a direction the only way for them to stop was to hit a wall
Weird, I have floating/flying/jumping dreams where this is the exact rationale. I have dreams where I can jump and how high I jump is relative to my will power. I just have to want to go higher and farther. But stopping me is the knowledge that if I jump too far or too high, I'll achieve too much momentum and break the tether of gravity and go floating/sailing off.
Post by: TheDarkStar on May 11, 2015, 04:17:27 pm
I don't appreciate dreams like that.
Post by: flabort on May 12, 2015, 02:19:28 am
Post by: WillowLuman on May 12, 2015, 05:37:51 pm
Family and I were on a roadtrip, passing through Utah. We all were out of the car, going to a store or something, and had to leave the dogs behind. When we got back, they were dead. Then for some reason they reanimated. So for several miles, we were just going along through Utah, trying to make sure the dogs sat under the AC so they wouldn't decompose. I wanted to text friends for support about the situation. Then for some reason the smaller one (though they're both pretty big) started getting all mean, tearing up my brother's arm, and that made the big one get all defensive, and I tried to intervene but my hand got fucked up, and then it turned out they'd become contagious in some way, and I woke myself up before it could all go to hell. Had trouble getting back to sleep for the rest of the night.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on May 13, 2015, 07:27:53 am
Tactile Sleep Start, with association towards medical personnel.Did it work?
Post by: Baffler on May 13, 2015, 10:00:38 am
So I walked into the bathroom, which was off to the side of a room they were using to store stock, but when I went through the door I only ended up on a different side of the stockroom. There was no door behind me, but I could still see my foot holding the bathroom door open, and feel the weight on it. At about the same time I saw my friend talking to the clerk (who was very excited to be meeting a foreigner) and I tried to call out to them. They didn't hear me. I tried to rush out to them, but I simply couldn't bring myself to step through the empty doorjamb. Everything went black.
I found myself in the passenger seat of the car we'd been driving. In the driver seat was a horribly burned person with bulging, all-white eyes. It didn't actually do anything besides look terrifying; it only spoke to me in a voice that was gravelly and rasping -objectively horrible- yet oddly compelling, even beautiful. This unnerved me almost as much as its appearance.
It told me about how I'd heard all about the fires of hell and eternal damnation, but it never sunk in and rarely did with my kind. Not that it was complaining. It laughed at its own joke, and even though objectively it wasn't remotely funny it took significant willpower not to join it. I could feel that something very bad would happen if I did. It told me that since I hadn't got the message before it was going to try something a bit more direct. On the path I'm going, the two of us would be seeing "a lot more of each other" and it didn't want to look at my disgusting face any more than I wanted to be around its. My life is on the knife edge, it said, and it couldn't comprehend how I could be so short sighted. Everything went black again, and I appeared back in the stockroom. My friend asked me if I was good to go, I said yes, and the dream road trip went as normal from there on out, though I don't remember much of that.
Edit: jeez, I always throw up a wall of text when I post in this thread, don't I?
Post by: WillowLuman on May 13, 2015, 10:29:34 am
Post by: NJW2000 on May 13, 2015, 12:55:53 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on May 13, 2015, 04:50:15 pm
Post by: hops on May 14, 2015, 02:58:39 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on May 17, 2015, 12:03:18 pm
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Post by: FArgHalfnr on May 17, 2015, 01:29:22 pm
I also had two other dreams last night, the first one was set in a forested area full of rivers and lakes right next to an ocean (there was no beach, the forest directly cut to the ocean). I was seeing things from the perspective of a group of people camping on a hill right next to the forest. There was something about forest fires happening every nights there, which scared everyone, but particularly the children because someone told them a spooky story about them. A little girl in particular was extremely scared, and was determined to find the source of these fires, so she went on an expedition at night with another child, maybe her older brother or a friend. She was very scared to die, to the point that she was persuaded that she wouldn't survive the night, while the other guy didn't seem to care. They did see a fire, but never found anything. When the morning arrived, the were on a gravel road and met with the owner of a rv who was parked next to a lake. For some reason I suddenly became myself and the other guy became an adult, while the rv owner went for a swim. After that I became some kind of dark thing with red eyes, taller than a human, but I wasn't hostile. Rather, I was some kind of nature spirit/being, bound to this place and also immortal. At this point, the dream was set a long time in the past, before the colonization of the continent. Some other being, looking similar to me but smaller and with a slightly brighter skin color arrived in wooden ships from the ocean. They wanted to colonize the area. I used this opportunity to become their eternal ruler, all I needed was for a small section of the forest and a lake to be spared.
The other dream involved some kind of space mission. At some point a small part of the spaceship crew was stranded outside in a smaller ship for years. I was the leader of this ship, and had to make sure we had enough fuel and resources to survive. I don't remember much from this dream, other than we eventually found the main ship and arrived while it was invaded by giant bees. I easily killed them all and announced the leader of the ship that we had returned. After this I secretly became a robot. They weren't happy when they learned, but it was too late for them to do anything.
Post by: NAV on May 18, 2015, 10:57:07 am
She was like "You have to eat this bug."
I was like "No that looks disgusting."
She was like "But you have to eat it if we want to keep going."
I was like "Okay fine."
So I bit off half of the giant grub thing and chewed and swallowed it. Then I popped the other half, which was still wiggling, into my mouth and ate it too.
Then we left the cabin and kept travelling north.
Post by: Spehss _ on May 23, 2015, 09:45:44 am
The first time, I woke up, unable to move except for rapid blinking. Extremely rapid blinking. And I had the feeling there was someone else in the room, watching me. And I thought I saw a tall dark figure, although in retrospect I think this was just me seeing the silhouette of my chair. Still freaked me out badly. Lasted a few seconds, then snapped out of it. This was at 1 in the morning.
Then I go back to sleep. Wake up again 2 hours later. This time I had rolled over on my belly so my face was in the pillow and I couldn't see. Couldn't move. Start panicking. think maybe there's someone in the room again. Then I hear snarling of some monster. Literally loud bestial snarls, coming closer and closer to me. I panic even more and try to scream or whimper but I can't move. Lasts a few seconds again, then I snap out of it and can move, so I roll out of bed, snap my lamp light on, and look up quickly to see what was snarling at me. Time is 3:45. This creeped me out a bit, it was only 12 minutes past 3:33 AM, which is supposed to be the time when spirits and demons and stuff are most active.
At this point I realize I probably forgot to take my anti-depressant med before going to sleep, so I pop the pill and go back to sleep. No weird dreams or sleep paralysis. Didn't get eaten.
So, remember kids, always take your drugs.
Post by: flabort on May 23, 2015, 02:46:37 pm
My dream last night....
I dreamed of two substances, both solid powders, which the molecules composing them contained a lot of H2O (water) held in place within their structure. As both were solids, they failed to react with each other, so were safe to mix. But adding more water than was trapped within them (even a single droplet) caused them to dissolve and react; the products of the reaction were sugar, carbon-dioxide, and LOTS of water (which perpetuated the reaction as long as there were more reactants); and it was endothermic, meaning it cooled down the water. The result was that adding a drop of water to a tablespoon of this mix of powders is a full cup of cold sparkling water.
Once I realized this, I went to work mass-producing it. Also producing low-sugar flavored syrups in squirt-bottles. By adding a squirt of syrup to a cup with powdered drink base, I could make soft-drinks and sell them for cheap. And since I had decided on the concentration of flavor in each syrup, I had made it so that it was two squirts of syrup for one cup, allowing customers to pick up to two flavors out of my 30-flavor collection (out of which four had caffeine in the syrups; I made sure to make note of that on the sign).
I also sold another product. It was a water-balloon, packed with about a table-spoon and a half of the powder and a single wax bead with a drop of water inside it. The balloons were tied shut and advertised as self-filling water balloons. All one had to do was squeeze it to break open the wax bead and the balloon would fill up with (sparkling) water. No need to run to a hose or designated fill station in a water-fight anymore.
So of course my stall was super popular at summer camps. To the point that after only 4 months I had made enough money off of this business to retire for life. And had several companies offering me big bucks for rights to the patent for the powdered base.
Damn I wish I was that filthy rich in real life.
Post by: NJW2000 on May 23, 2015, 04:24:32 pm
Sorry, exam season. Hope it doesn't get into my dreams...
Post by: flabort on May 23, 2015, 04:53:14 pm
Xa•6H2OS + Xb•4H2OS + 2H2OL + energy --> nCO2G + 2C6H12O6S + 18H2OL + slightly less energy
Where Xa, Xb, and n are unknowns.
Post by: Eric Blank on May 23, 2015, 09:56:25 pm
Although, I think overfilling one of those water balloons and including iron shavings would make for a nice hand grenade. Well... A hand grenade would be fun at least.
Post by: flabort on May 23, 2015, 10:28:54 pm
Those were my best customers that week.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on May 24, 2015, 08:07:25 pm
Later I managed to reach some kind of glitch world, which I believed would allow me to access some reality breaking superpowers. I was somewhat right, because I had learned three abilities, one of which was to cast big fiery explosions, the other being a summon ability which allowed me to summon tons of robots and the last one was some kind of buff. I tested these abilities against someone else who had managed to reach this place, but none of these powers were able to harm him. On the other side, he had an ability which allowed him to throw spoon-like projectiles in rapid succession, and each of them would deal a massive amount of damage. After realizing that I wasn't strong enough yet, I decided to practice chemistry instead. I managed to create two substance. One I think could easily melt most metals, while the other would neutralize the first one. For some reason I wasn't able to find any use for these so instead I kept bluffing by saying that these mixtures were extremely dangerous.
Later again I was in some kind of restaurant/cafe, and it seems I was successful at reaching absurd levels of powers at this point. That power came from some kind of demonic entity which inhabited my body. It wasn't possessing me, instead we were living in some sort of symbiotic relation. It granted me all sorts of powers and I guess in exchange I allowed it to manifest itself on earth. Anyways, there were a bunch of cops trying to arrest me, probably because I had turned into some kind of horrific abomination, some kind of transparent purple jelly shaped like a maggot with multiple tendrils at its base and some kind of creepy mask shaped like the face of a baby as a head. Getting rid of these cops was easy for me, all of them were quickly entangled in my tendrils except for one which I sectioned in two by making a floor tile fly at extreme speed upwards with the help of some kind of pressure thingy I could do to the ground.
Despite the fact that no one could reach me I somehow ended in jail, this time as myself but with one eye red. The warden told me that I would never get out, to which I replied that I would outlive him (I think I was immortal at this point) and convince his successor to free me. I also told him that "the sleeper had awoken"(That was the name of the demon I mentioned earlier). Not sure what it was supposed to mean, but it was meant to be extremely ominous. I also had a brief glimpse of the future where I was about to be released. At this point I was as black as the night and had two malicious red eyes.
The sadistic joy I felt when I caused suffering in this dream was pretty disturbing. Not sure what to think of it.
Edit: To avoid double-posting, I'll put my latest dream in this post:
Last night's dream was surprisingly pleasant compared to the last one. I had received a robot and I wanted to teach it all sort of things. The only problem was that it was more interested in playing than in learning anything. It had the personality of a child, and even had a high pitched voice to add to it.
Post by: uber pye on May 26, 2015, 08:05:14 pm
the first one involve the game monster hunter
Spoiler: dream 1/2 (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: dream 1 (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: dream 2 (click to show/hide)
Post by: Yoink on May 26, 2015, 08:35:09 pm
It was all bushland, Australian flora from what I remember, and for the part I remember we were following a small, windy creek.
We had had a small, brown rowboat to begin with, but one guy had gone off on his own and for whatever reason we let him take the boat.
Now the interesting part about this dream (apart from the house in the middle of the property, which in hindsight may have been based off one of my childhood homes, and seemed to be really creepy in the dream) was the dinosaurs. Yeah I'm not really sure how or why, but there were dinosaurs around for some reason. It was basically like Jurassic Park in the Australian outback. I don't remember seeing many dinosaurs, but I'm pretty sure there was an ever-present danger of one finding us.
At one point we disturbed a nasty pool of stagnant water, and I was bitten several times by mosquitoes and was quite worried that I'd caught malaria, which I believe we'd lost someone to earlier. I didn't have time to ponder that, though, because a shout drew my attention, and one of my companions was pointing to something.
It was the boat. But oddly enough it was lying several meters out of the creek and was badly damaged.
I couldn't see any sign of the guy who'd taken it, either, or any signs of him dragging the boat there.
Suddenly there was a great deal of loud noises, and we looked up to see some huge, terrifying rhinoceros-like creature lumbering past a... tennis court? Something like that. It was around this point that the dream stopped making very much sense at all. Perhaps my alarm started going off IRL or something. The 'dinosaur' that was menacing us (and had apparently killed that other guy) stopped charging and stood up on its hind legs, revealing that it was actually surprisingly humanoid.
There were a few other of these weird rhino-things in the distance but this one decided to attack us (or me, specifically) and the dream couldn't seem to decide if it had a rhino head or some weird hybrid of an elephant and a triceratops.
Anyway, it got back on all fours and charged terrifyingly at me, so I thought quickly and jumped into a nearby tree.
It was a fairly low-lying sorta tree, its boughs spread far apart, so I was easily able to hop up into the middle of it and hide behind a trunk/branch. I don't know what sort of tree it was, it looked like a mutant combination of several familiar kinds of tree. Whatever it was, the elephantasauras didn't want to crash headlong into it, so it swerved at the last moment and stood up, turning its head to scowl at me as it jogged to a standstill.
Then it turned around and I got back out of the tree and it charged me again, and as before I hid in the tree.
I don't know what the hell the others were doing, but I'm assuming they got the heck out of dodge and were immensely grateful for my distraction.
And then I woke up.
It was all very confusing, and earlier on there were other plotlines of varying levels of drama.
Unfortunately I barely remember any of it now. I actually went back to sleep and had another, similar dream, of traveling through a large space being hunted by some sort of large creatures, but I don't remember it at all.
Post by: birdy51 on May 27, 2015, 04:54:18 am
It was kind of odd.
Post by: WillowLuman on May 27, 2015, 12:32:21 pm
Post by: Graknorke on May 28, 2015, 06:44:16 pm
I had a dream where I had this awesome futuristic shower, it had this handpiece that made some kind of water-laser and it could get you completely clean in like 15 seconds.Rather than a laser could it have been sonic? Because that's a reasonably common SF thing. Star Trek does it, for one notable example.
Post by: WillowLuman on May 29, 2015, 07:42:52 pm
Post by: GiglameshDespair on May 30, 2015, 08:16:18 am
Or a water cutter (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_jet_cutter)?
Post by: flabort on May 30, 2015, 02:06:45 pm
Nope, beam of wateriness. Dream logic vOvSo a more powerful version of this (https://www.waterpik.com/oral-health/products/dental-water-flosser/).
Post by: Eric Blank on May 31, 2015, 12:54:40 pm
Once we were home, I had to help my brother unwrap a couple of large ancient Egyptian statues, you know posed with arms crossed, standing perfectly straight. They were gilded, and wrapped in black and white transparent sheets. We took the gold covering off, and they were made of wood underneath. Somehow we didn't take the sheets off, and after struggling to unwrap them... They turned into a pair of dead horses, one male and one female, just like the statues. Oh, and the platforms they were on was mine and my brothers beds, so now we had to flip the horses off. It wasn't difficult, as they were slimy and half rotten and just kind of slid off.
Afterwards, however, my brother took my matress, walked it down the hill and started dunking it in a puddle of muddy, manure-filled water repeatedly. I told him to knock it off, but he just kept doing it. There was nothing I could do without starting a fight, and I would lose. Fucking pissed at this point. Nobody else but me cared that my bed was being abused, that I would have to sleep in the chair again.
But then the dream decided it was mid winter and something to do with sledding and trying o get a car out of the edge of a frozen pond, and the dogs not listening to me.
Post by: nenjin on June 01, 2015, 09:53:30 am
Pretty sure it's the same school dream I've been having for years.
In it, I've got my backpack on, it weighs literally a ton of dream weight, from all the books I used to carry around in it. In these dreams I'm always going places related to school, carrying this thing around. In this dream, I was missing an assignment from weeks ago that I couldn't find a copy of. So I was running all over the "school" (it's not always a school) looking for a computer or...something I could use to track down this assignment I was missing. Meanwhile my back feels like it's breaking, my feet drag like they're made of lead, and for some reason, all the bathrooms I encounter are like something out of your worst poop nightmare.
I haven't been in school for like 8 goddamn years. ><
Post by: pisskop on June 01, 2015, 04:33:10 pm
I had a sister, who was like or actually a queen. Towards the end of the dream she had sexual intercourse with a crab face, and I couldn't tell if seeing a crab and my made-up sister in coitus was hot or repulsive, but thats okay, because I took a 3rd person poop after. :/
Post by: Eric Blank on June 01, 2015, 07:25:32 pm
After failing to help him with that, someone brought up that part of our final grade was a "research project" where we were supposed to... Identify terminology of vessels and astronomy, and then provide 12 quotes relevant to each of those items. And then present it to the class. I didn't have the quotes part done, so I panicked and started frantically writing down a few. Then when the first presentation started, I blacked out. When I came to, everyone was done, and it was time to unload my locker and go home for the summer. Except my parents were there to chastise me for doing horribly in the class and having a messy locker and shit.
And then I got lost trying to drive off campus or some shit. That part gets a little fuzzy...
Post by: FArgHalfnr on June 01, 2015, 08:26:49 pm
I seem to have forgotten the other video game dream while I was writing the first one. I'll post it later if I remember it.
The other dream I had involved a whole lot of space travel, but mostly rocket launches. I was part of a space agency of some kind in the future and we were planning a very important mission to mars. I think we were supposed to move the entire human species there because earth was no longer habitable or something. Anyways, We launched a lot of rockets, some of which I boarded while being at the space center at the same time, and all this activity seemed to have brought the attention of an alien species. They were physically identical to us but seemed to be made of bluish white light, probably the result of some kind of brain uploading they did before. They shared to us the tech to become like them and we quickly started using it on ourselves. At this point there was a lot of pressure going on about taking too much time. I believe the world was just about to become uninhabitable, something that shouldn't have been a problem now that we were all energy beings at this point. At some point we sent a probe to some kind of desert planet and found life. It was some kind of black levitating thing vaguely shaped like a giant calamari without tentacle or eyes. I decided to cut one in horizontal layers with the probe to analyze it's internal structure. Another of these thing was nearby and "watching". I'm not sure how I knew that since it didn't have any eyes. At this moment I felt an immense fear of the supposedly dead thing, whose layers were slowly distancing themselves from each other while still levitating, revealing a hollow body. I also felt a large amount of paranoia and guilt afterwards, I'm not sure why I felt that. Maybe it was some kind of natural deterrent for predators? I remember seeing images of me being rejected and hunted down by everyone else, probably another effect of that thing. That was the first dream since my early childhood in which I've been genuinely scared.
Post by: hops on June 02, 2015, 05:20:44 pm
A Thai girl told me I should find if somebody got a video of me singing so that I can edit the video and submit it for extra points. She showed me her video which is her in a traditional thai dress and with backgrounds of houses and wells behind her while she sing. I decided that I'm rubbish anyways and might as well forfeit the entire thing.
I dreamed that I am a police officer doing a house call on a guy. Because I was such a bro he decides that I must be a dirty cop and let me know that he kidnapped a kid and is waiting to sell her, and hints that there's money involved if I help him. Not wanting to get killed because I'm part of a conspiracy, I play along and we go on a road trip to discuss business. I get out of it by saying that I don't really want to deal with rambunctious kids and the guy understands. We stop by an electronics store so that I can buy him something as a show of my goodwill. I got sidetracked by a booth - no, a stand that has consoles that is advertising a video game. The guy came by and tells me to follow him before I could play the game and he go through a glass door. I realise at this point I am dreaming and try to walk through the glass. I thump into it lime an idiot. I try again with my eyes close and it works. We find a group of white people discussing things about race equality and the guy disappeared in the crowd. I find some of the people's opinion pretty bigoted and I transform into Jesus. I float up and call for attention and is a total bro and make the conservative white christian people uncomfortable by being a brown and liberal Jesus. I explain my ancestry and some Jesus things which I mostly made up on the spot. I then float away while the conservatives are in awe of my Jesushood.
I transform into Odin but as a kid at some point later and I shoot lightnings like a sith lord.
Post by: Andres on June 02, 2015, 07:56:34 pm
Last night, I had an entirely unrelated dream. It was starring some random guy on a planet and he was with someone else. The elders of the alien race native to that planet just got into their ships and were off to another planet to go do something, raiding maybe. What was supposed to happen in the dream was my guy would find one of their transports and follow them but then a suddenly lucid me realised the alien's craft looked like the Vinama (https://rv.wkcdn.net/http://rigvedawiki.net/r1/pds/Fat_-_Vimana_(4).jpg) from (http://i.ytimg.com/vi/6V4wprJn4XY/maxresdefault.jpg) Fate/Zero (http://media.animevice.com/uploads/2/23927/574526-gilgamesh_vimana.jpg). So in my dream, a lucid me - not the random guy - started piloting the Vimana and followed the elders. The controls were crap because it's hard to control in a dream like touch controls (actually thought that while dreaming) but at one point I was going straight and it was AWESOME! I was going so freaking fast and I was sitting on the Vimana! It was a great dream.
Post by: Tawa on June 02, 2015, 09:17:39 pm
Post by: Yoink on June 05, 2015, 07:39:00 pm
They lived in some tiny little cartoonish pink house. I don't remember quite what went on, but they didn't fit in at all. People disliked Ned, and his sons were picked on whenever they tried to socialize. The two boys became increasingly miserable and reclusive, until eventually they appeared to move out.
The camera panned slowly across, showing their house looking quite run-down and abandoned. The curtains were all closed and may have been boarded up, the grass around it was overgrown and there were cracks in the walls. We see Rod riding his bike along towards the house, and he looks displeased when he sees someone standing near the house, peering at it and seemingly trying to work out if the Flanders(es?) are gone for good.
"Didn't I tell you? We're gone, we don't live here anymore and you should stop coming here," he grumbles as he gets off the bike.
At that moment, however, the side wall of the house crumbles open revealing a boarded-up door, which Ned's forces his way through with some effort. After a brief struggle he manages to pop his head out through the bottom couple of boards, looking ever-cheerfully up at the visitor and saying "Hi-diddly-ho, neighbourino!"
Rod just facepalms.
After that Rod and Tod began wearing increasing amounts of black clothing in order to be less uncool, with their father busting out the sewing machine in order to help them, but nothing worked. No-one would leave them alone and eventually they stopped leaving the house.
Flanders becomes increasingly depressed at his sons' unhappiness. At one point, both brothers clad in these weird fully-black, onesie-like outfits (one of which even covered the face like a ski mask), one brother asked, "Daddy, Rod was born white. How can we wear more black?"
Flanders, who is acting quite unstable at this point, suggests spraying their insides with black spraypaint. And then demonstrates by spraying a bunch of it in his mouth. His sons are less than impressed. Later Ned begins dreaming of ending all their troubles in some sort of suicide pact whilst slumped back on the couch. His dream is interrupted by Rod, who asks if he's been taking "that stuff" again. Ned looks guiltily to a medicine bottle on the couch next to him. It's marked 'Adderall'.
Ned spent pretty much the rest of the dream dosed up on adderall, which, possibly due to me being ignorant of its effects, mellowed him out and made everything reallly sllllllooowwww. Also he was tripping balls. At one point he had Rod driving the car somewhere because he was too fucked up, just slumped back in the passenger seat staring at the strange sights and shifting colours ahead. His sons worried about him as his condition and mental health deteriorated. I've forgotten the end of the dream, but I don't think it was a happy one.
Tl;dr: Ned Flanders and sons move to new place, are ostracized by community due to weirdness, sons become sad and reclusive after their varied attempts to fit in fail, which makes Ned full-on depressed. He begins abusing subscription drugs and tripping out all the time.
...That got dark fast. :o I don't even remember the earlier parts of the dream, before the Flanders showed up.
All I remember was much, much earlier (I think it was entirely a separate dream) where I was sitting on a verandah in some sort of outback setting and saw a possum climb down from the roof of a building opposite me.
The people I was with commented on it lazily, watching it. Then it was hanging off the side of the building for a moment, and I realized what a strange-looking possum it was. I joked, "It looks almost like a cat from this angle," and then it looked up towards us and we saw it had the face of a (very scruffy, messed up-looking) cat. This weirded us out quite a bit, we'd never seen such a strange looking possum. Then it meowed.
This was the last straw, we realized it was some sort of mutant possum-cat hybrid and we freaked out.
I was scrambling to get the poor, wretched-looking thing a drink of milk when I woke up. And then went back to sleep and had the dream that ended with Flanders.
Post by: Tawa on June 06, 2015, 07:26:15 am
This game had an artstyle that looked like something you'd find on an 8th-gen gaming console and early-2000s RuneScape at the same time. Like, some of the buildings and things had textures bad enough to make a roguelike addict shudder, but my character had this boomerang-shaped sword-thing with incredibly realistic lighting effects on it. The thing was also fantasy anachronism stew incarnate. For example, my character had a blazer, dress pants, and a cravat, but also had a shield made of crystal and aforementioned boomerangsword. There were, additionally, knights and wizards eating in modern-day restaurants, and there was a police force that also had the boomerangswords and modern semi-automatic handguns. At the same time.
The plot of the game involved something like the main character meeting an alchemist or a witch or something, who appeared to be about ten years old. She then had you go rob peoples' houses for some unclear reason. There was also going to restaurants for more unclear reasons, and there was a detective in a white coat with sunglasses trying (unsuccessfully) to catch the main character.
I would totally play this if it existed, might I add.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on June 06, 2015, 12:08:17 pm
Post by: penguinofhonor on June 07, 2015, 09:57:50 am
Post by: RedKing on June 08, 2015, 05:01:12 pm
Then after a bit we notice that these things aren't interested in people at all, they're just headed for the nearest body of water. Across the planet the same thing happens. I even saw a headline in a tabloid: "Snakes on a Plane-t".
Everyone just seems to forget about them, shrugs and goes back to business as usual. Then some indeterminate amount of time later.....they came back. As sea serpents. Ranging from like large water snake size to "Godzilla who?" kaiju-class monstrosities. That's when I woke up.
Post by: Yoink on June 09, 2015, 01:33:39 am
As usual I don't remember as much of the dream as I would like (it was kind of one of those 'stayed awake being sad at my computer until I passed out' evenings), but even the very premise was amazing.
Both the heroes and villains were incredibly secretive. From what I remember they were very far-flung and rather loose knit groups. The younger members were generally more interested in fighting their foes at any chance they got, whereas the older hands in both groups placed far more value in remaining hidden from everyday folk.
One 'plotline' that I remember was a young boy being initiated into the family secret- both of his parents were members of the superhero organization. I think he had lived with them for all/some of his life,
Either way, this night he was trusted more fully, having spent years in early training.
Now he had a costume of his own, basic fighting skills and knowledge, a secret identity and what-not.
Now the guild would take a more hands-off approach to his training, keeping a distant eye on him whilst he honed his abilities and fought opponents that they considered a match for his skill level. The first such opponent was a member of the villains guild, also young and recently-initiated. As a twist, he was also the son of a villain the main guy's parents had killed (probably unintentionally, you know how these good guys are- but I can't say for sure) in a fierce battle some time in the past.
So our protagonist decided not to waste any time. He knew where his unwitting opponent was: at a dingy nightclub.
He also understood the need to be at least somewhat subtle, so as much as he wanted to show off his new costume, he dressed in mundane, if somewhat dramatic, clothes. Very light, loose-fit black jeans, sneakers of some kind, a thin black jacket and a black t-shirt with the logo of his father's super identity printed on the front.
Some time later he arrived at the club, looked around, and then made a beeline for the bar.
His target was seated there, so he leaned on the bar next to him and immediately began taunting him, because why not?
Can't remember the details of the conversation but he was quite aggressively poking fun at the guy without immediately giving away his identity/purpose. The guy- around the same age as himself- began to get annoyed, but kept his temper due to not wanting to bring attention to himself and, by extension, the villains guild.
Finally the main character grew bored of this and said, "I'm trying to pick a fight with you, can't you take a hint?"
The other guy looked at him somewhat suspiciously and demanded to know who he was. In response he pulled open his jacket, revealing his father's logo- a stylized red mask- and said, "Someone you used to know."
This got the desired reaction. He jumped back and prepared to defend himself as the guy sprang away from the bar, and then they fought for a while in the nightclub, neither really being tellingly defeated as far as I can remember.
I don't believe the superpowers of either combatant were particularly powerful or combat-oriented.
I believe both of them did have some form of special ability, though.
After that fight I don't remember much of anything for a while, until the dream ended with a clash between two higher-up members of the two societies. I don't remember much of that, either, except that it culminated at a dramatic mansion sometime late at night with the villain coming out on top and fleeing the scene, but there was at least one normal human witness left alive. The villain belatedly realised this (I believe there were cop cars approaching with lights and sirens) and set up on a hill above the house with a sniper rifle, but he was too late to take them out before the cops arrived.
This was a terrible thing for both sides of the conflict. Neither of them wanted information about them getting out, not even the half-dead hero who was dying in their mansion. A large group of high-ranking members from both societies wound up converging on the place, encircling the small band of cops (who were ecstatic to finally be getting some concrete info on these superpowered nutjobs) and trying to decide how to handle the situation.
Most of the villains would have simply killed the cops and any witnesses and been done with it.
The heroes couldn't very well do that and still be 'good guys, but some of them said it was preferable to having their secrets get out. Weapons were drawn. Tensions were rising. Members of both sides attempted to talk their way to a solution. It seemed violence was inevitable, only I didn't know just who would end up fighting who.
...And then I woke up. ::)
Tl;Dr: Costumed societies of superheroes and supervillains wage a secretive war all around the world.
The only thing more important than defeating their opponents and foiling their plans? Keeping it all a secret from mundane society. In this dream we see a young, inexperienced hero, born into the society, honing his skills in battle against an equally-young member of the villains, and later a confrontation between higher-ranked, more experienced members of each group, torn between killing their enemies and keeping their deeds a secret from the police.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on June 09, 2015, 09:45:23 am
Post by: freeformschooler on June 09, 2015, 10:14:10 am
Post by: Yoink on June 09, 2015, 11:31:39 am
that tl;dr was too long so i didn't read it...Yeah it kinda was. :-\
I ramble a lot when I've just crawled out of bed and am trying to record my awesome dream before I forget it completely.
It's probably better to write them down in a book at that point, and only try to share them once I'm more awake.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 09, 2015, 05:27:48 pm
Post by: birdy51 on June 11, 2015, 04:32:29 am
I was a sleeper agent for some kind of law enforcement group and I found their base. I pretended to join their band, being told to drive back and go blow up our headquarters with a bomb that the Joker assembled in front of me. He's good at making bombs. The sociopathic façade that I was pretending to have slipped a little bit as I got into my car, so they sent someone to follow me. So, I drove to a swanky high class sushi restaurant to lose their tail so I could go let my headquarters know what was up. I found a group of my old friends and sat down with them, when suddenly my tail, who was another person who I had known popped and asked what I was doing here. I said I was there to eat dinner with them as he began to panic and said that we needed to talk in private. I told him I'd give him my number, or that I'd ask for his. He gave me two digits, 72 and stopped.
My last thought before waking up was how terrible that phone number was. I prided myself in tricking The Joker, but I realized soon after I woke up that if I was driving a car with his explosives in it, they were probably going to explode as soon as I got there... Damn you Joker!
Post by: nenjin on June 11, 2015, 09:05:04 am
Post by: Sebastian2203 on June 11, 2015, 11:41:00 am
It was very short, and by the end of the dream he starts recovering, but it was very intense.
In real life, we two friendly wrestled and funny thing is he is hundred times stronger than me, he is winner of many sports and can probably kill me with one punch...
Anyway it was confusing and it scared me a little bit.
Post by: FArgHalfnr on June 11, 2015, 02:08:17 pm
Later during the same night, I had another dream in which I was helping a old lady carry a heavy rug she had won in some sort of lottery at a general store. When I finally finished my job, she rewarded me by sending me back in time, in an era where there was no corruption and scientists were seen as heroes (It looked like it was vaguely based on the cold war era, with the scientists having a good reputation from the NASA). These scientists had been waiting for someone to come from the future to tell them if global warming would be solved by the human species without having to alter the timeline. I told them that corruption made any change impossible, and so they sent me far into the future to find technology that could help us solve the problem. I was immediately greeted by intelligent robots that were apparently waiting for me. They gave me the instructions needed to replicate pretty much everything that was invented in this timeline. One thing I noticed is that we were in some kind of abandoned city, which was filled with dust. Everything was also in sepia except the robots, me and their technology. After that I went back to the present to change the world with the help of this new technology. I don't remember anything else after that.
Post by: hops on June 11, 2015, 03:34:10 pm
Post by: NJW2000 on June 11, 2015, 03:35:52 pm
You guys read that?
Post by: hops on June 11, 2015, 03:39:31 pm
E: apparently there's a book named Following Atticus about a dog named Atticus. The author's Atticus looks nothing like my Atticus though.
Post by: Tawa on June 11, 2015, 03:41:10 pm
Dang it, Objective! I was supposed to be the one interpreting your dreams! :P
Post by: Akura on June 13, 2015, 11:58:18 am
I prided myself in tricking The Joker, but I realized soon after I woke up that if I was driving a car with his explosives in it, they were probably going to explode as soon as I got there... Damn you Joker!
And that would have been hilarious.
Winner: The Joker.
Post by: Tawa on June 14, 2015, 09:16:36 pm
Post by: Lightningy on June 15, 2015, 05:00:25 am
so the sun went out for unexplained reasons and was replaced buy a giant banana (during the dream the banana changed states from peeled to unpeeled to half peeled between scenes at random),normally this is where everybody dies, but for some reason i was the new sun. and in my dream this was a casual occurrence. i then walked to my house, which i wasn't in anymore for no reason, and just walked up the wall as if it was meant to be like that. then i randomly turned around and urinated on the sky turning the clouds yellow, then it rained piss (it was really pissing down). i then walked into the wall and sat down to read a book the book then ripped me in half and told me to fuck off. At this point i was angry so i burned the book and then joined the army. then i looked up at the sky to see myself eating the banana sun. at this point i jumped at the banana and then absorbed the universe through the sun. then i opened my eyes and i was awake...
except i wasn't and then the sun walked into my room and told me that i was a strange bastard and that i should wake up. i then opened my toast and played angry birds on it and there was this beeping drone. i then woke up and the beep was my alarm.
Tl;Dr
I'm fucked up
Post by: TempAcc on June 15, 2015, 07:35:51 am
Brain pls.
Post by: hops on June 16, 2015, 03:46:23 pm
The two castes are at war with each other, since the land-citrans refuse to be subservient to Empress Citra, the monarch of the planet's oceans. Humans naturally allied with the land-citrans because we can't breath water and the land-citrans are democratic or something.
For some reason my dad randomly beamed me and my twin down onto a swamp without warning and flew away to explore like a dick he is. At first we were fascinated by the unique alien wildlife and the fact we can breath Citra's air, but we ended up getting ill and our dad never showed up for weeks until we found him in a nearby village. He cheerfully greeted us and acted like he didn't attempt to murder us. Apparently while we were gone he ran some spying jobs for the Empress and got two slaves to help around in the ship. I was appalled. The slaves don't move around. They look like extremely emaciated humans. Hell, they're probably humans. They just sit still in their chairs while their arms extend indefinitely like some freaky tendrils to do things. They also apparently have telekinesis.
From the fact that I haven't seen any female citrans and the Empress is the only female citran I have heard of, I assume the underwater ones reproduce like ants. I have no idea how the land citrans reproduce. Homosexually, probably.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 17, 2015, 01:37:12 am
Could also be asexual. Tons of different forms of asexual reproduction.
Could also be totally alien. You'd think 3 billion years of fucking would give life on earth a pretty good encyclopedia for every worthwhile reproductive strategy, but nothing says that book is all-inclusive.
Fun fact; my phones autocorrect thinks "hermaphroditic" should be "her map horrific." :P
Post by: birdy51 on June 17, 2015, 04:34:45 am
It started as a normal, 'feeling of no control driving dream'. Basically, the dream goes like this. I'm driving down the road, but I have a distinct feeling that I really should not be on the road. I'm tired and usually driving at fairly low speeds to compensate, or I'm in the back seat and the car is driving itself. Overall, I feel a great deal of anxiety, but I don't actually suffer any real mental trauma.
Last night on the other hand was this dream kicked into overdrive. I was in the driver's seat and the dream starts off as normal. All at once however, my eyes close and I put my foot down onto the gas. I start speeding up and my vision goes black as if I'm losing consciousness. My mind realizes what is happening and starts screaming at itself to wake up before I run into something. I attempt to scream, but sleep paralysis is a thing and the only thing that happens is that my body tenses up and chokes it out before it can be uttered. This lasts for about ten seconds until I actually wake up. I wasn't in a cold sweat or anything like that, but I was still distinctly bothered by the sensation.
This is probably the second time my dreams have reflected reality, though this round is a bit more cryptic. I just hope I don't have that dream again.
Post by: Arx on June 17, 2015, 05:29:42 am
"Humanity is divided into two factions.
The allelists, who believe that there is no such thing as an allele.
The re-allele-ityists, who believe that since there is such a thing as an allele there must be such a thing as an allele.
Even the normally bivalent metal scene has divided on this point."
Yeah.
Also a really trippy one wherein after running around the streets brandishing a sharpened ruler I went spelunking with some of my friends. One of them decided to push a rock the size of my torso down a cliff, and tried to jump off it himself when I stopped him. I caught him, but he still broke both his legs. It then cut to an Earthbound/Pokémon style walkaround thing wherein it was revealed that he was crippled for the rest of his life and needed crutches. That was mildly horrifying.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 17, 2015, 12:28:29 pm
This one hallway/room was giving me shit, because the walls were coated in water or something. Trying to roll on the paint, it couldn't adhere to the surface because it couldn't mix through the water coating. It was separating out similar to sour cream that's been left out; chunks of paint stuck among a thin, milky-yellow fluid.
edit; ok, last night was a fun one.
In it, I was playing some version of what must have been Dragon's Dogma, wandering through a bleak, cold hilly area inundated with water. Me and the pawns encountered an... ogre I think it was, from the speed, and before we could kill it it ran off to a nearby cave/overhang and started attacking some poor woman. The ogre finished her off before we could kill it, but then as soon as it was dead, a seven story tall werewolf or some bullshit jumped down off a cliff nearby, and started attacking us. At that point, i woke up to being licked senseless by the dogs, who all wanted to be let out. Note: exposure to puppy may induce dreams about being eaten by werewolves.
Post by: nomoetoe on June 20, 2015, 03:49:23 pm
Suddenly I'm being chased by a bear so I fly into air but it starts jumping to get me and then it starts flying to! I then strangle the bear to death and it falls to the ground. I'm running again and then two rhinos start running towards me so I fly again and then the rhinos start flying, they get to me and I grab them by their horns and slam into each other until they died. and then I woke up
Post by: Lightningy on June 20, 2015, 06:15:32 pm
I was traveling to get to a building full of giant spiders for it was my job to kill them, I killed them by turning into a ball covered in spikes and rolling over them, there were too many spiders for me to kill on my own, so I begin running to the forest to get some trees to help me.
Suddenly I'm being chased by a bear so I fly into air but it starts jumping to get me and then it starts flying to! I then strangle the bear to death and it falls to the ground. I'm running again and then two rhinos start running towards me so I fly again and then the rhinos start flying, they get to me and I grab them by their horns and slam into each other until they died. and then I woke up
nice
Post by: WillowLuman on June 21, 2015, 01:45:28 pm
Though there was part of it where I was going to some wholly unfamiliar building with computer labs and classrooms that was mostly underground.
Post by: Yoink on June 22, 2015, 12:17:23 am
Post by: WillowLuman on June 22, 2015, 10:04:08 am
Post by: TempAcc on June 22, 2015, 10:16:54 am
It was kinda entertaining and a bit creepy at the same time, it isn't very often that my brain dreams up anime plots :v
Post by: Spehss _ on June 23, 2015, 01:00:22 pm
Basically I woke up briefly, rolled over, and while dozing off again entered sleep paralysis and had various experiences.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Each incident lasted a few moments before I "snapped" out of it by sharply turning my neck and opening my eyes to look behind me and make sure nothing was there. Then I'd drift back to sleep and surprise, more sleep paralysis.
The thing is, I don't know if it was real or dreams. It felt real. It looked real, it was early morning with the sun shining in my room.
Post by: Tawa on June 23, 2015, 03:42:02 pm
Fred from Scooby-Doo was my father, for starters. I also had a girlfriend, but she lived on the other side of the continent, so in order to spend time with her, I would summon her spirit so we could go around and do stuff together. Later, the two of us were sitting around in some seedy bar or something when my dad told me that she was an alien and showed me a photograph of what appeared to be a serpentine monster with an eye on either end of its body and a gigantic cut through its middle, but I woke up for a little while. After I fell back asleep, I had another dream, which was based around the concept established in the previous one with the spirit summoning, although nothing too interesting happened (most of what happened was her asking me what time it was and saying the movie we were watching was kind of boring.) Then I had another dream about roughly the same thing, except this one became vaguely sexual toward the end.
I had one more dream after that about fundies panicking because a gay person became President or something, but I woke up almost immediately after that.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 23, 2015, 04:05:43 pm
Post by: birdy51 on June 23, 2015, 04:16:32 pm
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Sleep paralysis indeed sucks. I have suffered from it before as well. You just sort of have to wait for it to pass I think. Either way, I recommend doing some research on the subject. It might help a bit.
Post by: Spehss _ on June 23, 2015, 04:28:15 pm
I've honestly never had any past sleep paralysis incidents before this year. A few possible times at college and then a few times in one night weeks before now. None of the incidents today were that bad, honestly. The whispering was actually pretty tame and cool, compared to the last auditory hallucination weeks back when I heard a snarling beast right next to my ear and made me want to scream, or the time in college when I thought a ghost was sitting on my chest and all I could do was blink my eyes rapidly.-snip-
Sleep paralysis indeed sucks. I have suffered from it before as well. You just sort of have to wait for it to pass I think. Either way, I recommend doing some research on the subject. It might help a bit.
I think it may be a side affect of my anti-depressant. Not that bad of a side-effect, it doesn't happen regularly and it makes for some neat experiences. Not nearly as bad a side-effect as the regular surreal nightmares I'm bound to get at night if I miss a dose.
Post by: nomoetoe on June 25, 2015, 03:10:24 pm
In the other dream I was on a train that was out of control, so I used some kind of weird power to try and stop the train and was able to avoid getting hit by another train, however, for some reason the tracks then lead to a ramp and sent the train flying and breaking apart and such so I jumped out, started flying and used some kind of telekinesis to hold the train cars in a telekinetic bubble. then I gently set them all down, then one of the train cars fell over and crushed some people and a t-rex.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 25, 2015, 10:48:58 pm
So then we just went downhill to where the slope we were on met the water of the river at the bottom of the canyon, and talked to the hoboes at the bottom, and harassed this one woman into getting us a ride (she wanted to ignore us and go back through her warehouse (which had a bridge across the river in the upper story no less))
So then while we waited for our ride we talked to the hoboes, who had a semicircular partially fortified camp outside the warehouse. Some of these guys were sleeping in the trees, or on the boardwalk.
And then goblins attacked, and from then on the dream got medieval. At first it was a melee to fight off the goblins, and we eventually escaped across the private bridge to "Spokane"as the dragon antagonist and trolls showed up. The fighting continued through the city streets to the capitol building, which was a castle. Dream couldn't decide if we were actually using guns or swords or what. A little of both I guess. Anyway, we had to take over the castle in the middle of a city to get a bfg to take out the big bad dragon that was currently rampaging through the city. There was a simple mechanic to capture enemies that surrendered and later convert them. The goblins would turn into grouchy punks with pink mohawks and tattoos. I spent all the time looting shit in search of the weapon of dragon destruction. So much loot.
Eventually that dream just cut out or i got woken up and I was back to shopping for groceries at winco, and then walmart. Couldn't decide what I was actually going to make, so every time a new idea formed I would dump some stuff to grab something else, then I was looking for this one specific type of bread, but I couldn't find enough of it to make the entire meal, so I kept trying to find a substitute they had in the right quantity. It was all very weird.
Post by: NJW2000 on June 26, 2015, 08:38:09 am
Had a 1 second panic attack on the walk remembering it.
Post by: flabort on June 26, 2015, 04:27:17 pm
So me and my extended family were going to a theater for my cousin's birthday. Some families brought their dogs. But the thing was it wasn't a movie theater; it was an interactive full sized replica of "Lego Starwars II: The Original Trillogy", meaning the videogame, but not in videogame format; like a hall of mirrors is a maze but not in traditional paper format (my cousin really likes leg). But when we went into the theater, instead of finding giant lego storm troopers, we found it was a replica of a house that my mom claimed used to be hers; it was like a giant doll-house, with pastel patterned wall paper, nonsense room-arangement, etc; my mom in the dream (just like my real mom, but with more exposition) said that this was where she lived and played as a kid, and that there should be a crawl space to the house proper where her parents lived. So we found the space, and indeed it was just like those very long and narrow spaces that you can crawl through as Child Link in LoZ:OoT, but longer. And pinker. We get out, and the new area is not like a house at all; industrial warehouse scafolding dominates this area. And the "Angel" dude from the first couple episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (that's all I've watched of it so far) is there, only he's claiming to be an assasin of sorts, and he needs to go but he'll send his best other assassin to assist me. So we all wander off in the maze-like area; it's turning more and more into the old Aperture facility that you explore in Portal 2 with Cave Johnson's assistance, only very non-linear and not requiring a portal gun to traverse. One of the dogs with us follows me and starts humping my leg; actually, two dogs did, my second cousin/pastor's dog, and our own dog. Between them they left a very white streak all the way from my pants pocket to the left hem, very noticeable. I haven't seen any sign of the assassin that's supposed to be helping me, and I'm looking for him, but then in a kitchen-like area I encounter a large number of crime syndicate people talking. One of them is wearing the lego-stormtrooper suit, but the rest are obviously from various mafias. I don't recall what they were speaking about, but I even waved my hand in front of one of their faces and decided that the assassin must have made me and my family invisible, which is why I hadn't seen the assassin because he's invisible. Which was confirmed when Maxine (from the book Phule's Paradise) was suddenly decapitated and the mafia don from the Simpsons grew a knife out of his throat.
In the morning after I woke up for real, I also found out that the dog belonging to my parents (one of the ones I dreamed about) was going to have his snipping surgery canceled because my dad was worried about the dog becoming fat and slow and we were going to be camping during it's recovery.
Post by: NJW2000 on June 26, 2015, 04:50:35 pm
Also seemed a bit Coraline in the middle.
Post by: Spehss _ on June 28, 2015, 09:40:23 am
Spoiler: dream 1 (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: dream 2 (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: dream 3 (click to show/hide)
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 28, 2015, 08:44:39 pm
Post by: BFEL on June 29, 2015, 12:27:37 pm
I was in a grocery store getting stuffs to see my dreamkid, mostly a metric fuckton of candy (must be one of those buy in bulk people) and then the hilarity started.
I got a citation. As a cop. The citation was over pixie sticks.
And then the alien invasion happened ala XCOM, and the dream started being about me killing aliens to sell thin man bladders to Chinese restaurants.
Moral of the story: society is perfectly ok with their law officials trafficking in blackmarket alien body parts, but if they DARE to BUY candy then society must step in.
Post by: NJW2000 on June 29, 2015, 12:43:49 pm
Post by: TD1 on June 29, 2015, 01:18:20 pm
Post by: My Name is Immaterial on July 01, 2015, 10:50:30 am
I dreamt that Hitler gave me psychic powers and I used them to lift egg yolks.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 03, 2015, 11:13:00 am
I also dreamed that there was a tornado buzzing through the mountain valleys nearby and after going through all the valleys around us repeatedly and losing strength it finally flopped over our cabin and disintegrated. It made me very nervous though...
Post by: Sonlirain on July 04, 2015, 05:53:08 pm
They bought the rights to Sonic & Co along with Axiom Verge and some other nintendo equivalent IPs and just started churning out sequels... AND EVERYONE LOVED IT.
Post by: ChairmanPoo on July 04, 2015, 06:38:40 pm
It's been a while since I remembered my dreams.
I dreamt that Hitler gave me psychic powers and I used them to lift egg yolks.
That's funny. I dreamed that Hitler told me the funniest joke in the world
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Yoink on July 05, 2015, 03:24:29 am
It was actually kinda cool.
Edit: I half-remember a dream I had last night where I was defending a room full of some sort of sacred bones (possibly possessing magical powers granted by whatever god/gods we served), along with a team of others. We came under attack from whoever was attempting to destroy the relics, they bypassed us and we rushed into the room the stuff was stored in (is there a proper word for this? I was thinking 'reliquary', but that means an actual container.) only to find that our foes had shapeshifted to disguise themselves as bones, scattered about on display along with the relics and effectively camouflaging themselves amongst them.
We were hurriedly trying to figure out a way to tell them apart before the relics could be destroyed, and then I woke up.
Post by: Tawa on July 09, 2015, 06:52:21 pm
One guy attempted to kill me from several hundred feet away with a revolver, but another survived being shot with a rocket launcher from about a foot away.
Additionally, the dream started off as me and a bunch of other people, inexplicably packing assault rifles and other military grade weaponry to a party at some gigantic house, and the "bad guys" were zombies, but halfway through they just started being generic bad guys who were alive and well and we started killing each other in the hallways of a public school.
This was all less disturbing than it should have been.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 09, 2015, 09:58:22 pm
Post by: Yoink on July 11, 2015, 11:52:03 pm
I can't remember which army I'd been with earlier in the dream, but once I encountered the other factions properly I shifted my allegiance to the necromancers, since they seemed both the most sensible and the most powerful. Also they looked cool.
I threw my lot in with them and helped the daughter (who at that point was leading the army herself) strike at an enemy base and free her father from a tomb where he had been bound 'n' banished for... a long time. Part of the reason I turned coats to serve them was, well, vampires, and I figured he would be very greatful to those who freed him, possibly enough to grant me immortality. Also his daughter was kinda hot.
Towards the end of the dream, once battle was starting back up again between all the factions, I encountered a group of soldiers (possibly mercenaries?) I had known earlier, from a few different human armies. Despite being more-or-less on different sides, I found them having a friendly chat off to one side of the battlefield. (Hence why I don't think all the factions were entirely at war.)
They greeted me with some annoying joke (I don't think I liked these guys in the first place) and I drew my blade and attacked them. They backed off for a bit- the combat seemed to be quite unrealistic and videogame-y, so a fight could take a while without someone dying, and an attack wasn't as serious as you'd think- and asked what was going on, I explained that I fought for the necromancers.
To that they were somewhat sympathetic, they said they hadn't realised one of the zombies had gotten its hands on me. I was somewhat puzzled, and insisted that no zombies had got their dirty hands on me. After a moment I realised that the undead troops of the necromancer's army could actually turn humans (not make them undead, just force them to serve the necromancer) by touching them with a bare hand, and my ex-comrades were confused as to why anyone would actually choose to fight for the vampire.
"They're the most sane and relatable of all the factions vying for control!" Said I, then lunged at them.
I thought that was rather witty. :P The dream ended a little while after that. Was a fun ride. Wish I could remember more of it.
Post by: flabort on July 12, 2015, 12:15:29 am
whose uniforms were seemingly colour-coded,Which faction had cyan? Any of them?
Post by: Yoink on July 12, 2015, 12:19:07 am
I don't remember any distinguishing features of the factions apart from their colours, though. :-\
Post by: WillowLuman on July 12, 2015, 12:28:51 am
Post by: Akura on July 12, 2015, 11:39:40 am
One of which was me thinking I was getting up to have breakfast. Except when I went into the kitchen, I saw that for some reason, my stepdad had pushed the oven to block most of the countertop. Then I realized I was dreaming, and then it switched to another dream that turned out to be an awesome idea for an anime(that had nothing to do with the H-games above). Then a few more, less sensible dreams occured, probably because I was actually falling asleep, but the sensations of such dream lasted until well after I actually got up(for reals. The oven was in the same place as it was last night).
...I should probably get more sleep, to prevent the insanity that occured above.
Had a dream recently that the US launched a nuclear strike on ISIS, and I was standing outside watching the vapor trail and thinking A whole lot of bad shit is going to result from this.
Well, yeah. But I think we just nailed the ISIS leader, so the US nuking ISIS is even less likely than it was.
Post by: Tawa on July 12, 2015, 11:49:12 am
Had a homework assignment about researching an element of my choice. Somehow, this necessitated going to an old creepy mansion in the middle of the woods with my mother and sister. We burned some sticks in what was obviously a furnace, but which my mother incessantly referred to as a "philosophile". We saw a gigantic, misshapen dragonfly, which my mother called a "frog insect". After we broke down the iron gate to the mansion, we saw a pond that was a little bigger than a king-size mattress, with a sign next to it that inexplicably read "The Dark Monster Cross-Examine". After investigating the sign, the Loch Ness Monster jumped out. It looked like a snake that stuck straight out of the pond, which it was about as wide around as, and was several stories tall. As it lunged at us and we ran away, my mother shouted "I didn't expect that!", to which I responded "What did you expect? A frog?!"
I woke up after that.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on July 12, 2015, 12:14:57 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on July 12, 2015, 07:38:58 pm
For me, last night I had something regarding dragons, and that's it. But it was definitely dragons.
Post by: Yoink on July 12, 2015, 10:13:57 pm
Post by: Arcvasti on July 12, 2015, 11:22:50 pm
I'm curious- on average how many times do you have a rememberable dream during a month?
Most of my rememberable dreams which aren't too incoherent to describe or retain are almost indistinguishable from my normal life. Which means there are probably at least a few days of memories of my life that never actually happened outside of a dream.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 13, 2015, 12:08:38 am
Post by: Arx on July 13, 2015, 02:26:04 am
I'm curious- on average how many times do you have a rememberable dream during a month?
Depends. If I've actually been trying, pretty much every night, otherwise every three days or so.
I'm curious- on average how many times do you have a rememberable dream during a month?
Most of my rememberable dreams which aren't too incoherent to describe or retain are almost indistinguishable from my normal life. Which means there are probably at least a few days of memories of my life that never actually happened outside of a dream.
I, on a regular basis, have to ask friends and family if something happened or if I just dreamed it.
Post by: birdy51 on July 17, 2015, 05:42:35 am
Second dream started getting... Wierd. The ice golem in this round never got a chance to love and attack protagonists. Instead, it was washed down the drain with hot water, leaving the bottom half of it unformed. I can dig that. Then a young, green haired anime chick hits it with a staff vaguely resembling Gandalf's staff, causing a massive cage if bark and wood to encircle the top of the tower like a crown.
At this point, she complained that she hadn't received her "prize", a twin pair of hunters daggers that were relevant at the end of the first dream. By now, the a snow/ice pile was surrounded by wood and steel like a stone circle altar. So of course, she gets mad and just hits it. Things... Deteriorate.
The altar opens, revealing that is actually the eye of a red and gold dragon which quickly gets pissed. A hammy title plaque announces the dragon's name as "Justice Paladin" as it poses in the sky. It then shifts into a coyote and fires inexplicable stars and Japanese letters from various poses and camera breaks. It shows the rest of the people, including people who weren't there before. This includes Rock Lee from Naruto. I don't watch Naruto. Regardless, they defend themselves with ease as more inexplicable words pop up, this time saying "Coyote Training".
The characters suddenly become chibisized and the scene shifts to an American Football game complete with celebratory pep band music. One of the figures enters the scene as a chibi figure and scores a touchdown. As he slams the football upon the ground, my alarm begins to blare out aloud.
I woke up and pondered just what the hell just happened. Also, how the hell does our minds work like that? The ball went *spike* and in no less than a second, the alarm went off. Subconscious time prediction is freaking uncanny.
Post by: ChairmanPoo on July 17, 2015, 06:08:29 am
human soldiers led by a duo of necromancers: a man who looked like a vampiric version of Tywin Lannister
(http://www2.pictures.zimbio.com/mp/98Ig3aJ-Gn7x.jpg)
Post by: TempAcc on July 17, 2015, 07:16:38 am
Post by: flabort on July 17, 2015, 01:39:13 pm
I was a member of that ship from Star Trek. I think; it may not have been the Enterprise itself, since it seemed a lot sleeker and more re-entry friendly. Anyways, a ship came out of no-where, crashed with us, and wound up taking four of us away (2 redshirts, someone capable of sending a distress beacon, and me). It crashed into a planet, the alien pilot died, and while the yellow-shirted guy tried to get a beacon set up, I brought the red-shirts to investigate the planet. It was basically the American perception of Africa, hot muggy and mostly flat with some random mountains, equally divided between swamps and savanna, with dirt roads and large collections of hovels made of scrap metal at every intersection. Some of which were abandoned, some of which had way more people than should fit there; all of which had dark skin and half of which were buck naked. We happened to land in one such settlement, near a market. I discovered that a popular form of art being sold were strips of cloth (4"x12") with strong dyes soaked into the cloth in very small drops; it resembled a pixelated photograph. Most of them depicted white-skinned priests being punished in some way, whether having boiling oil poured on them, being burnt at the stake, or being fed to wild animals. So I asked about them and learned that there was a giant church on the planet that constantly taxed the people and misused the money, which resulted in only the priests being able to afford food every day; so I went back to our crashed vessel that kidnapped us and asked the yellow-shirted guy to hold off on the beacon for a while, I had a plan.
So we treked across the planet, sticking to roads and hiding in abandoned settlements whenever someone went by. We had a guide who would test certain things, such as whether the bars on that window would move if we needed to, and then I would shove all 19 bars to the side like a curtain and go through, offending him and blowing our element of surprise, but then pretending to be all alone, answering the questions of the wandering priests with guile and cleverness; they'd leave in the direction of the church and once it was clear I'd call out my team and we'd keep going. When we reached the church, I had the others wait outside, while I joined a line for "offering", AKA taxes, with a bunch of local money in my hand. I put the money into the tray when it was my turn, the priests pulled it to their side of the window (which looked like a ticket booth) and held up the money as if to say "That's all? Really? Cheapskate," and then put the empty tray back out and handed the money off to another priest.
I left the church smiling at a mission accomplished. I had coated the money in a contact poison, the antidote to which was being bitten by a certain kind of spider that I had found at our crash site. I had already been bitten, and certainly all the locals who were paying their taxes had been bitten (they were everywhere, but NOT anywhere in or near the church because the priests preached that spiders were evil), and the priests probably HADN'T been bitten, ever. I fell over briefly, because even with the spider venom in your veins the poison I made still acted as a muscle relaxant, but the screams inside the church let me know that the priests were experiencing wild sneezing fits, seizures, and loss of bowel control. In a few hours the toxin would reach their brains, and affect the parts of the brain that were responsible for greed and generosity, so that after being completely humiliated, they'd experience a change of heart and give all that money back.
Once I had recovered from my brief lack of movement, the yellow-shirt activated the beacon, and we climbed into a ship that we stole from the church while all the priests were flailing about on the floor. We flew into the atmosphere, and while we were up there the not-quite-the-Enterprise flew down to meet us, and we docked together. Then we flew up into space while everyone that had been abducted from the ship transferred ships.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 17, 2015, 03:21:54 pm
Post by: Calidovi on July 18, 2015, 11:20:22 am
You can actualy condition your brain to remember your dreams better by using the first five minutes after you wake up to try and remember detials about your dream. Keeping a "dream diary" of sorts using this technique eventualy makes your brain more able to recall your dreams, I've been told.
The diary part is true. I've tried it, but I stopped because I remembered some dreams that are better off not remembered :-X.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 18, 2015, 11:28:44 am
Post by: flabort on July 18, 2015, 11:51:27 am
My fourth PoV was the guy selling icecream on the sidewalk outside the building. Watching the fight this way was... glorious.
Post by: freeformschooler on July 18, 2015, 12:14:24 pm
On waking up I decided this was a realistic and reasonable decision, were the circumstances to ever occur in real life
Post by: Calidovi on July 18, 2015, 12:24:28 pm
Oh man I had a prepaid debit card that expired TODAY (it was actually september 9th, which was weird, not because it's the wrong date but because I can't normally read text in dreams) but I didn't know what to do with it so I bought $50 of sour gummi worms
On waking up I decided this was a realistic and reasonable decision, were the circumstances to ever occur in real life
Text often changes in dreams if you look away, but it's usually readable for me.
Post by: freeformschooler on July 18, 2015, 01:35:19 pm
Post by: Sirus on July 18, 2015, 01:43:11 pm
First was a nightmare involving yet more body horror, which seems to be a recurring theme for some reason :c
Basically someone's forearm was impaled by a pair of metal paddles in such a way that the paddles passed between the radius and ulna bones. Then the two paddles began to move away from each other, widening the injury and bending the bones until they snapped from the strain. But that wasn't the end of it; the gap between the paddles grew wider and wider until the whole forearm split in two.
The second started as a nightmare, but nothing as bad at that. I was locked in a small room with only one door and no windows. A spider was released into the room. Not a big spider, or even a particularly aggressive spider. I immediately began to freak out, trying desperately to escape the spider which was minding it's own business. At that point I woke up, realized "Wait, I'm afraid of wasps, not spiders", and fell right back asleep.
Post by: Graknorke on July 20, 2015, 09:47:03 am
That's hardly dream material. That's the kind of shit people have to deal with while they're awake.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 20, 2015, 10:30:55 am
Post by: Calidovi on July 20, 2015, 11:31:55 am
Dreamed last night of dwarf fortress with family. It was... The game just sort of was the reality, it was functionally multiplayer. Kept losing forts to evil biomes. Everywhere was evil.
Was it in ASCII?
Post by: TempAcc on July 20, 2015, 11:43:59 am
Post by: Eric Blank on July 20, 2015, 04:09:38 pm
Dreamed last night of dwarf fortress with family. It was... The game just sort of was the reality, it was functionally multiplayer. Kept losing forts to evil biomes. Everywhere was evil.
Was it in ASCII?
Parts of it, yes. Parts of it were like a western cartoon.
Post by: Calidovi on July 20, 2015, 07:49:38 pm
Dreamed last night of dwarf fortress with family. It was... The game just sort of was the reality, it was functionally multiplayer. Kept losing forts to evil biomes. Everywhere was evil.
Was it in ASCII?
Parts of it, yes. Parts of it were like a western cartoon.
All that Littlest Cheesemaker fanart is still in my head.
Post by: Yoink on July 20, 2015, 10:35:23 pm
I much prefer the dreams where I'm some sort of warrior/maniac going around murdering my foes. Hell, even the nightmares I get when resetting my sleep pattern are preferable to those dreams. They're actually pretty cool, despite generally disturbing my sleep- they get the adrenaline pumping, uncover my deepest fears in an interesting way, and don't increase the amount of laundry I have to do. >.>
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 21, 2015, 08:19:56 am
I tell two of the other three still left alive to put the stoves on and get out of here whilst I keep the door shut, but they put the stove on and light it to begin cooking. Dream-me is at this point screaming at them for being such colossal idiots, that we're all going to die for no reason when at least some of us could survive. Then we see the real cat (not breathing fire) huddling terrified in one corner and I open the fire door and jam my hand through the eye socket of the fire demon cat thing screaming right back at me. It looks surprised and astonishingly does not die even as it is wedged between the door with my hand digging through it. One of the people cooking on the stove hands me something when I ask for something to kill it with, instead of a knife they give me a fork but the fork does the job. This spurns a sudden bout of competency amongst my dream compatriots and with sharpened shovels, spades, one longsword, meat cleavers and in one instance hand, set about beheading all the fire cats.
One of the weirdest things, so weird that it did not even make sense to me operating under dream logic was that the fire cats did not bleed. Most when beheaded (and they were beheaded far too easily, like breaking a cabbage) left behind brittle bones and flaking dry flesh flecked with red splotches of blood, as if it had been left to dry in the sun for months and not just been a part of a fire-breathing flying cat demon moments ago. We all congratulated ourselves as we move room to room killing the cat demons, happy that we hadn't killed the real cat (amusingly the last firecat killed was playfully attacked by the real cat and playfully responded back with a little flames, showing its true colours). That last cat is also highly unusual because when beheaded its inside turned out to be sticks of celery.
There were also two black kittens and one black cat with us that did not set us on fire. We did not have the heart to kill them when they could be real cats so I made the point that if they're real then we've just beheaded normal cats and if they're demonic fire cats then we can raise them and have demonic fire cats on our side. Then we slammed the basement door shut and went back upstairs to grab the cooking amidst a charred house littered with dry body parts and macabre cat heads sticking out of sticks of celery like heads on green spikes. It seems the fires they set died out when they too died out.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 22, 2015, 01:01:30 pm
The guy was an alcoholic ass anyway, complaining about me spending time with my cousins, and then demanded we all go on a long-ass hike up some mountain, in green and white uniforms. It was a strange, rolling butte alternating between nearly level, gently rolling slopes and great domes we had to scale. Most of it was open grass, carefully tended like this whole mountain was a big park, with scattered pine trees. At some point I completely lost the group. There was a cabin nearby so I investigated that, right as the sun was setting. Suddenly, zombies and this giant "spriggan" thing that would generate smaller spriggans when you got too close. They all wanted me dead, obviously, and the giant, some semi-corporeal thing with freaky long limbs and jet-black flesh that seemed to partly vaporize, would follow me wherever I went, until I finally got far enough away that it just couldn't find me anymore. I then doubled back and tried to break into the neighbors' houses, looking for something that I never found. The neighbors were all trapped in walls or something. I could hear them yelling at me to get out, but I couldn't find them. That thing was coming again anyway. I just kept going through house after house, but I never found what I was looking for, until I woke up.
Post by: Arx on July 22, 2015, 01:04:51 pm
Post by: itisnotlogical on July 22, 2015, 01:56:06 pm
Post by: Sonlirain on July 22, 2015, 02:26:52 pm
Like... you know your typical japanese mecha )or maybe a transformer) literally stitched ot the roof of the car... sideways.
There was blood and pus seeping out of the "operation wound" and the car drove sideways the way the robot was facing...
Basically it was doing a "ride to hell" style powerslide/drift at all times...
Then i woke up and i swear to god i will make those fuckers repair the ventilation because the smoke is cooking my brain or something.
Post by: Haspen on July 22, 2015, 02:35:36 pm
But at night we began to see multiple orange lights on the sky that formed various 'modern' signs like street arrows, neon signs and other such things. Other animu characters began to talk and shortly afterwards we began our march toward the direction pointed by the most recognizable of arrow signs.
Then somehow I ended on a court of some young nobleman and we were discussing some parasite plague that started around in the region which involved rather big parasites growing in patients' lungs and the top-notch physicians couldn't do anything about it.
And then this maiden serving meal for me screams in pain and suddenly CHESTBURSTER!!! I kid you not, Alien-head thingy with numerous tentacles burst from between her breasts, startling pretty much everyone at the table and spraying blood everywhere. Then it began talking in Arabic or Hebrew or some other such language, before switching to English (cuz everyone in Austria speaks English, duh), and then took place in the middle of the dinner table.
Then three more maids exploded into the alien-tentacles and joined the main tentacle thing into a full Alien (from Alien vs Predator series if you still have no clue), and it said something like 'You saw the lights, we are coming!' and then vanished. Then I spoke with that nobleman for a while and then he pitched an idea about how we should telegraph Queen Victoria of England and Otto von Bismarck of Germany to begin military plans to counter this alien invasion.
Then I ran up the stairs onto another floor and watched more lights descending from the night sky, but then I woke up.
Post by: Spehss _ on July 22, 2015, 07:09:03 pm
Spoiler: dream 1 halloween death games in the carnival matrix (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: dream 2, featuring deer satan, enemy of deer lord (click to show/hide)
Post by: FArgHalfnr on July 22, 2015, 11:40:05 pm
Now I really want to draw scenes from it, should I post them here if I ever finish them or would it be a better idea to just put them in the random art thread?
Post by: Tawa on July 23, 2015, 02:23:00 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on July 25, 2015, 12:26:45 am
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Spehss _ on July 25, 2015, 06:35:22 pm
Because I was going around in public in the friendly company of dream-girl, talking to people my age and general friendly socializing were not nearly so painful as they'd be in real life. Was fun.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on July 25, 2015, 06:50:01 pm
Post by: Spehss _ on July 28, 2015, 10:49:37 am
Yes, the plague was first spread by special ed students. Retards literally caused the zombie apocalypse. I remember commenting on it in dream for how absolutely ridiculous it is. My dreams are weird, man.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 28, 2015, 11:11:02 am
Later, I'm watching a movie, and then participating in it as the main character. It's some action flick about 40-foot humanoid mecha warriors fighting 40ft aliens. Second fight scene, I'm late for the fight with my squad already getting their asses kicked, when I'm walking down a busy small town street that the fighting is taking place on, at the other end of. So I just stop and chat with people from my giant mecha to the sounds of machinegun fire. When I finally decide to move on, I am again interrupted, but by a tidal wave out of nowhere. Who's surfing the downtown waves? Scooby doo and the gang, that's fucking who. On bicycles. Freddy is drowning because he doesn't know how to bike surf. What the hell, dream brain...
Fight concluded at some point, and movie ends. Then, my sister in law wants to play the first movie in the series, because apparently this one was a sequel. This one starts off with two different species of 40ft aliens, one being the ones we were at war with, and some humans in a football stadium or something having a discussion and getting a little pissy at one-another.
Post by: Calidovi on July 28, 2015, 12:53:57 pm
Had a dream in which a bunch of special ed students broke out of containment and unleashed this disease that caused humans to turn into cannibalistic unintelligent animals. Basically zombies except not dead. It brought on the zombie apocalypse. I was a stereotypical zombie apocalypse survivor living with other survivors in a crudely defended base in the middle of zombie territory. Hijinks ensue.
Yes, the plague was first spread by special ed students. Retards literally caused the zombie apocalypse. I remember commenting on it in dream for how absolutely ridiculous it is. My dreams are weird, man.
Reported to the Thought Police :V
Post by: flabort on July 28, 2015, 02:42:55 pm
He did. Don't you know that this thread is secretly Thought Police HQ?Had a dream in which a bunch of special ed students broke out of containment and unleashed this disease that caused humans to turn into cannibalistic unintelligent animals. Basically zombies except not dead. It brought on the zombie apocalypse. I was a stereotypical zombie apocalypse survivor living with other survivors in a crudely defended base in the middle of zombie territory. Hijinks ensue.
Yes, the plague was first spread by special ed students. Retards literally caused the zombie apocalypse. I remember commenting on it in dream for how absolutely ridiculous it is. My dreams are weird, man.
Reported to the Thought Police :V
Post by: Calidovi on July 28, 2015, 04:26:50 pm
Post by: flabort on July 28, 2015, 04:48:50 pm
Post by: HFS on July 28, 2015, 05:31:15 pm
I also had a watch (or something) with a built-in AI that could give me a HUD with a motion tracker and stuff like that.
These gold-based nanomachines looked like giant piles of molten gold that would convert other matter into it somehow, like a Midas-touch thing. Last thing I remember is having to kill the secret-agent-dude and then having my hand turn to solid gold.
Post by: flabort on July 29, 2015, 08:38:14 am
But after that no matter how many kills I got or how long I survived, I didn't get any more loot. I ambushed a guy who was loaded down with loot (judging by the amount of green, it's how my brain interpreted Berius) by blinding him with the shield and then smashing his head into paste with the baton, but his loot just vanished and I didn't get any new stuff. Heck, I even collapsed a warehouse on a group of 18 players who were organizing an alliance and STILL didn't get anything.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 29, 2015, 12:51:54 pm
Post by: H4zardZ1 on July 30, 2015, 07:48:07 am
I do think I could control my dreams unconsciously. If i could do it again, i will create a huge amount of super-powered characters of many stories and then fight them off in a city. Everyone had it's own mind.
Post by: Tawa on August 01, 2015, 12:03:25 am
Then the dream turned into a hazily-remembered portion about the Joker, who was hosting a banquet for Batman villains on top of a giant chandelier overtop of where Superman, Batman, and the like were having their own dinner. The Joker gave a speech about morality and political activism.
Then it smoothly segued into a dream about Dumbledore making Harry hide out in a giant library/safehouse overseen by a giant purple spider with reading glasses. Harry got angsty over how he couldn't invite Ron to stay with him, so Ron just randomly dropped by and the spider librarian tried to kill them because Ron's arrival compromised their secrecy.
10/10 best dream all month.
Post by: Eric Blank on August 01, 2015, 02:09:57 am
Post by: NJW2000 on August 01, 2015, 06:54:22 am
The Joker gave a speech about morality and political activism.
The spider librarian tried to kill them because Ron's arrival compromised their secrecy.
No comment.
Post by: Akura on August 02, 2015, 12:39:32 pm
I didn't get much sleep that night, needless to say.
Post by: WillowLuman on August 02, 2015, 02:29:07 pm
Post by: ShinQuickMan on August 02, 2015, 07:40:19 pm
Dwarf Fortress 2014 in a nutshell.
Post by: WillowLuman on August 02, 2015, 07:59:03 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on August 02, 2015, 08:12:55 pm
Post by: Steelmagic on August 02, 2015, 09:07:56 pm
Eventually I found a note from someone who had been recruited and killed before me in this base we were staying at saying that the heist was a hoax. So I activated the self-destruct sequence and escaped, leaving the one who hired us there.
Post by: itisnotlogical on August 08, 2015, 01:39:03 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on August 08, 2015, 04:21:41 pm
The hallway appeared abandoned, it was built of bricks, and resembled a 1950s hospital, which it was. Workers, now enraged beyond reconciliation, eyes red like fire, began to follow Will into the tunnel, and as he ran, he encountered another group of men, South American natives, who were in bad shape (like zombies bad shape.) They ran past Will and attacked the workers, and as the fight continued, Will, trying to escape again, was interrupted by a man and woman in the garb of doctors, who began to ask him questions. The fight was going poorly for the natives, and seeing this the female doctor struck Will in the neck with a knife, causing him to pass out. When he awoke, the fight had concluded unfavorably, with madmen inhabiting the facility, and the doctors had hidden with Will in a side room. Together they made a break for it down a series of stairways and passages to a fortified control room, where the doctors closed the normal vents and filled the rest of the facility with a gas which caused the insane workers to lose consciousness.
After clearing the gas, the doctors persuaded Will to retrieve something vital from the entryway to the facility and return it to them so as to control the situation better. Upon starting out, there was no resistance, although the halls were full of gawking ghosts, which was weird but apparently old research hospitals are haunted mm'kay? After retrieving the item and on the return trip, he found himself caught in the lobby when workers began to reawaken, being sluggish, and more passive, chatting gibberish with the remnants of the local group. Since they largely ignored him, he continued on, and after reaching the control room, the dream ended.
It was all an evil Nazi mind control program or some shit.
There was also something about searching a bay for something that got lost, but who cares? It didn't star Will Smith.
Post by: Tawa on August 12, 2015, 01:32:29 pm
The naval base was constructed extremely strangely; there was a rock cliff in the middle of the ocean, with a secret door leading down to some spherical buildings that could also be accessed by diving. Raiden entered by diving and had to find out ways to unlock the doors between the buildings to get to the room where the villains were carrying out their evil, undescribed plan, but the Von Karmas apparently had a lot of faith in the locked doors, since there were absolutely zero guards except for the Rival. After Raiden managed to take an alternative route to the evil plan room, which was inexplicably the room the secret cliff entrance led to, he discovered it was full of tropical plants for some reason. I woke up as the villains detected a breach and called for backup.
...I don't even. I've never even PLAYED a 3D Metal Gear game. How did this happen‽
Post by: Tomasque on August 12, 2015, 09:28:54 pm
Post by: Sirus on August 13, 2015, 11:44:51 am
Extreme forced auto-cannibalism.
Post by: NJW2000 on August 14, 2015, 07:19:34 am
I wouldn't sleep for several days if any shit like that happened to me :(
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on August 14, 2015, 07:45:31 am
Post by: Rubidium on August 14, 2015, 09:58:26 am
It was SO good.
Post by: Yoink on August 14, 2015, 10:50:20 am
Whether love truly conquers all or I ran screaming from the house we shall never know, as at that point I woke up. Alas.
Spoiler: Endnotes (click to show/hide)
Post by: NJW2000 on August 14, 2015, 11:01:26 am
Didn't realise anyone actually had the "no trousers on in public" dream, outside of books etc.
Post by: Yoink on August 14, 2015, 11:14:27 am
I imagine it was inspired by my 'public restroom' experience yesterday. Unable to adequately inspect my appearance before leaving the room, paranoid that strangers might be spotting something wrong with my appearance, 'oh god what's that smell is that me', etcetera.
Also I managed to get the back of my shirt stuck in the band of my underpants- the same ones featured in the dream- and only realised after I'd walked out onto the street. That left some deep emotional scars, I tell ya, I'm hardly surprised it made it into my dreams so clearly. :P Thankfully other than that I was fine.
Post by: Eric Blank on August 14, 2015, 01:06:06 pm
I vaguely recall dreaming of something last night. I think it involved work, screwing up at the cash register. Another work-related social anxiety dream, yeah. Except now I actually have a job and coworkers to dream about fucking up on and then not realize it was a dream until I'm like apologizing profusely for something I didn't do.
Post by: NJW2000 on August 14, 2015, 01:22:33 pm
I looked down and realized my wang was hanging out of my underpants2.
Mind if I sig this? :)
Post by: Yoink on August 14, 2015, 01:24:53 pm
Post by: NJW2000 on August 14, 2015, 05:26:58 pm
Post by: Rubidium on August 15, 2015, 07:00:32 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 15, 2015, 07:08:48 pm
Post by: Rubidium on August 15, 2015, 07:09:18 pm
Man I fucking love swimmingI have a fear of swimming. In my dream however, I conquered it
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 15, 2015, 07:19:44 pm
Post by: Calidovi on August 15, 2015, 07:22:03 pm
Mind over matter, your subconscious is victorious and that means you are too
therapist mastermind
Post by: Sebastian2203 on August 17, 2015, 12:58:49 pm
I am not afraid of heights, but when I am near some edge or on a bridge, I memorize that height visually and when it replays in my dream I literally wake up out of the in-sleep-height-phobia shock.
Does that mean my subconscious is not victorious and I fear heights?
Post by: Eric Blank on August 20, 2015, 11:46:20 am
Last night I dreamed of getting into some manner of trouble at work again. Not stocking things correctly/fast enough, I think it was. I can tell this is going to become a regular occurrence.
Post by: flabort on August 21, 2015, 08:09:05 am
You couldn't see all user forums at once, of course. That would just be too many to browse; the 16 that bay12 is already divided up into are daunting for many users. But you could see your own below the FGaR section, and attach other users below yours as you saw fit. You could also view a user's subforum by going to their profile.
Finally, attachments were enabled, so you could put up .zips of your fortresses directly to the forum, making community forts quicker/easier to manage.
PMs were still possible; it's not like anyone in this alternate bay12 were using their subforums as PM boxes; although they could create hidden threads and enable them to specific users, I didn't see anyone doing that (heheh, bet you can't guess why :P). Toady had all but vanished; the monthly financial reports were about all we were getting from him, since he'd gone off on some fey coding streak that couldn't be interrupted; Threetoe had even started worrying about him, and I am led to believe they live together; this lack of news had lasted around 8 months by this point on alternateBay12.
LordSlowPoke had taken to hosting a whole subculture of bay12ers by adopting all sorts of megathreads; the ones in general discussion had died weeks before the user-forums were enabled. GreatWyrmGold was back, unbanned, and had a massive game running that was twice or three times the size of Einstienian Roulette, all about the worm-verse. Tawarochir had a whole subforum within his user-forum dedicated to his courthouse, and two more dedicated to DnD (one IC, one OOC). Fniff also had his set up to run DnD games, as well as a slew of other users. I myself was using mine to get bay12's help with my taxes, inspired by XKCD 1566 (http://xkcd.com/1566/).
Post by: NJW2000 on August 21, 2015, 11:03:18 am
Post by: TempAcc on August 21, 2015, 11:10:22 am
Also, for some reason, the minotaur wore a long skirt and would ocasionally get on all fours with his chest upwards and do things that can only be described as hilarious break dancing moves.
Brain, next time you decide to go all philosophical with dreams, make the minotaur less hilarious.
Post by: Rubidium on August 21, 2015, 11:11:38 am
I dreamed I was browsing the forums. Not unusual, that happens in my dreams as often as it happens IRL (Pretty often). However, there was a major change. Each user had a subforum attached to their name now, and had moderation rights for that subforum (no bans, but you could edit posts what weren't yours, delete posts, add sub-sub forums, etc), which they could control whether or not other users could post in, and create threads in.Best dream EVER. I wonder how my thread would be like.
You couldn't see all user forums at once, of course. That would just be too many to browse; the 16 that bay12 is already divided up into are daunting for many users. But you could see your own below the FGaR section, and attach other users below yours as you saw fit. You could also view a user's subforum by going to their profile.
Finally, attachments were enabled, so you could put up .zips of your fortresses directly to the forum, making community forts quicker/easier to manage.
PMs were still possible; it's not like anyone in this alternate bay12 were using their subforums as PM boxes; although they could create hidden threads and enable them to specific users, I didn't see anyone doing that (heheh, bet you can't guess why :P ). Toady had all but vanished; the monthly financial reports were about all we were getting from him, since he'd gone off on some fey coding streak that couldn't be interrupted; Threetoe had even started worrying about him, and I am led to believe they live together; this lack of news had lasted around 8 months by this point on alternateBay12.
LordSlowPoke had taken to hosting a whole subculture of bay12ers by adopting all sorts of megathreads; the ones in general discussion had died weeks before the user-forums were enabled. GreatWyrmGold was back, unbanned, and had a massive game running that was twice or three times the size of Einsteinian Roulette, all about the worm-verse. Tawarochir had a whole subforum within his user-forum dedicated to his courthouse, and two more dedicated to DnD (one IC, one OOC). Fniff also had his set up to run DnD games, as well as a slew of other users. I myself was using mine to get bay12's help with my taxes, inspired by XKCD 1566 (http://xkcd.com/1566/).
Post by: TD1 on August 21, 2015, 11:50:58 am
Of course, I'd probably make it a general reading sub forum to give it a bit of backbone.
Post by: nomoetoe on August 26, 2015, 09:50:21 pm
Post by: Yoink on August 26, 2015, 09:58:19 pm
Unfortunately by now I've forgotten pretty much the entire dream, but I know we were terrified by the possibility of them either overpowering us to escape, or their cronies attacking us as we moved them. Not sure what happened in the end.
A later dream I don't remember much of, either, but my IRL friend and I were trying to prevent demonic activity in a house, which was apparently possessed, under the distant supervision of some shadowy, mysterious figures who I don't really remember. Might have been some sort of sages.
Anyway, we somehow became aware of a disturbance in a bathroom and rushed in there, only to discover this tiny, adorable little kitten was responsible. We grabbed it around the neck and carried it out to our supervisors; it was apparently possessed by demons. It kept writhing about and trying to bite us (and maybe screaming?) but on the whole it wasn't particularly intimidating.
I was too busy/stressed to write either of these dreams down this morning when I remembered them better. :-\
Post by: razor871 on August 29, 2015, 08:46:32 am
I began drawing a large circle around a 2.5 dimensional diagram of the sun, and soon afterwards I was looking out of the ship's window and saw a white energy-like circle appear around the actual sun. The energy circle soon formed into a stargate type of thing and I was told by the captain that we were heading back to earth. For reasons unknown I was suddenly falling to earth in an egg-shaped escape pod and crashed into a shopping mall parking lot. No cars were harmed.
Post by: Eric Blank on August 29, 2015, 12:34:55 pm
Last night I had some rediculous dream about fucking up at work and all the panicking that involved, which is exactly what I did at work yesterday. I wish my nightmares would stay in my head...
Post by: Itnetlolor on August 29, 2015, 01:41:27 pm
Another recent dream, I had an everyday happen, except I was hit with tons of inconvenience, especially after doing enough household work, and after getting annoyed enough, and my peace rattled enough, I took a moment to chill out. As I was doing so, I noticed a dark entity notice me noticing it, and it started running away, until my lucid awareness kicked in, and I pulled a Scorpion on it, and fired a grapple out of my hand into it, and yanked it back next to me to have a word with it, and then toss it around the room like a ragdoll, and then violently threw it out into the ocean. I woke up more peacefully than I would have otherwise.
Lesson to any spirits: Don't piss me off when I'm at peace.
And general lesson: Terminators are cheating bastards.
Post by: Rubidium on August 31, 2015, 06:49:45 am
It was NOT good.
Post by: flabort on August 31, 2015, 10:48:16 am
Instead of being sorted by name or number, the entries were sorted by address. Under each address, they listed in order:
Resident, age, occupation, average monthly wage, home number, cell number
I live in a 70 address on my street with my parents; they had me listed under 71. My dad was in a 40 address, my Mom and brother were both in the correct address, but then there were 6 other residents listed in our house that didn't live there. Furthermore, while all of us had the correct home phone number and my parents had the right cell numbers, they mispelled my dad's name (used a shortened form, in fact), made up cell numbers for my brother and I (we don't have cells), listed both my parents as unemployed (not true), and listed me as a 71 year old stripper making $8000 a month; I work at a coffee shop and am 22 years of age, not to mention I'm the wrong gender to be a stripper (Could be a chip'ndale, though; wouldn't want to be, in any case).
Most of the dream was me on the phone trying to explain to them what they got wrong on our page of the phone book, and what corrections needed to be made, while they bandied about words like "final printing" and "corporate error".
Post by: WillowLuman on August 31, 2015, 03:53:59 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on September 01, 2015, 01:08:31 am
I had a dream recently where I was flagged down by a cop while driving and panicked enough I woke up... Gah, traffic ticket nightmares, wtf?
Post by: Trapezohedron on September 02, 2015, 01:42:18 am
Spoiler: TMI (also NSFW) (click to show/hide)
:/
Post by: WillowLuman on September 02, 2015, 01:44:42 am
If it's not weird to ask, how old are you? I'm a few days shy of 20 and I still haven't had one of those.Spoiler: TMI (also NSFW) (click to show/hide)
:/
Post by: Eric Blank on September 02, 2015, 03:41:39 am
To be fair, Ive never had to deal with that either, as far as I recall.
Post by: Arx on September 02, 2015, 07:02:46 am
If it's not weird to ask, how old are you? I'm a few days shy of 20 and I still haven't had one of those.Spoiler: TMI (also NSFW) (click to show/hide)
:/
/me cracks open the textbooks
Spoiler: I guess NSFW in the same way as a bio textbook is? (click to show/hide)
/me shuts the textbooks
I've been examined on this topic in the last week and will be again in a couple of months, so this is currently an area of expertise of mine. The secrets of the gonads are mine!
Post by: Haspen on September 02, 2015, 07:04:35 am
Post by: Eric Blank on September 02, 2015, 12:05:48 pm
So last night I had another dream about work and getting shamed. Damnit.
Post by: Baffler on September 02, 2015, 10:21:00 pm
I dreamed I was in the woods, standing on a relatively clear hill. I could see some mountains and a lake off in the distance, and very dense evergreen forests in all directions. I knew, somehow, that it was absolutely imperative that I reach the lake shore before nightfall, or Bad Things™ would happen. So I set off with a spring in my step to get there as soon as I could. I made damn sure I was going in the right direction, and started climbing down the hill. Down in the forest, it was like a whole different world. The trees only let sparse dappled sunlight down to the forest floor, and there brown were pine needles all over the ground. Some nice dirt paths with wooden edges had been cleared but, again, I had the inexplicable knowledge that if I followed them I would regret it, and made a conscious effort to avoid them.
After a few hours walking, I decided I needed to get my bearing. I climbed a pine that was taller than the rest, and looked around. I couldn't see the mountains. I couldn't see the lake. Just flat forest as far as the eye could see. I felt a weird dropping sensation, and felt a chill. I still didn't know what exactly would happen, but it would be bad. It was late afternoon by now, and I tried to avoid whatever it was by building a shelter up in the tree by laying branches across the highest ones in the pine I'd climbed that could support the weight. I used some cordage to hold the construction together better. I planned to sharpen branches and stick them in the ground, but I ran out of time.
Around sunset I clambered up to my shelter and hoped to wait out the night and find my bearings in the morning. As the night got darker, I started hearing sounds. Some were like bobcats, shrill and biting, with responses that sounded like a booming, distorted coughing. The coughing sounded at intervals, but the bobcat sound was random. They were far away, for the most part, but every so often one would sound relatively close by. Then a new sound appeared, a groan like creaking timbers that drowned out all the rest. The forest fell completely silent. The groan sounded again a minute later, closer this time. Then again a minute later, even closer. I could hear something moving through the woods now, tearing away the lower branches of trees and crunching needles, moving in my direction at an alarming pace. Then it stopped. Everything was silent for a moment, until an overwhelming force pulled me downward out of the tree, taking the branches above and below with it. Nothing physical had grabbed me, I was just pulled down by some disembodied force. I saw the moon above me as I fell, full and bright directly overhead. I just kept falling, far longer than it should have taken to reach the ground. The groan sounded again, deafening now, and I woke up just in time to go to my physics lecture.
Post by: Tomasque on September 02, 2015, 11:27:53 pm
The groan sounded again, deafening now, and I woke up just in time to go to my physics lecture.XD
Post by: Eric Blank on September 03, 2015, 12:53:15 am
At the same time, I had been on a computer and found porn. I then for whatever reason couldn't figure out how to get the browser or computer to shut down and if anyone found it of course I'd be in deep shit, and this was out in public. I just buried it under a mountain of other tabs. So, yet another one of those stupid dreams.
A few nights ago I was actually dreaming I was in a public computer lab where all the cool kids play this flight simulator/dogfighting game. I wanted to check my emails/bay12 at first and again I couldn't close down the program when the woman before me left it running, so I gave up and figured I'd trash her score and fought with some ai drones. After chasing the retreating alien drone fleet to the edge of space I turned around and nosedived into a coastal island and suddenly I was in a huge building housing a mech or something. More ai drone fights via mechwarrior!
Post by: Yoink on September 03, 2015, 03:14:36 am
Actually it started off normally enough, I don't really remember it now but it was just standard-grade rambly dream nonsense... then all of a sudden BAM, weird shit happened and I realised things were going bad and tried to wake myself up, but was too late. It wasn't a nightmare, but this kind of dream upsets me far more than my actual nightmares. :-\
Yes, not to invoke TMI, but it abruptly became one of 'those dreams', the kind that necessitate a change of underpants. I hope I just have a nightmare tonight.
Post by: Yoink on September 03, 2015, 02:54:48 pm
First part I remember involved me thinking about an old, long-lost friend I had named Brian in the first few grades of school. Wondering where he was now, that sort of thing. I'd never known his surname and so I was never able to track him down. I wound up looking through old papers and such from my earliest school days, though, and I found his last name on some sort of report card/school photo. It started with 'K' and was only a single syllable.
The next part I remember took place (seemingly) much later in the dream. I'm not even sure if it was part of the same dream. Anyway, I was with someone and was rummaging through a box of things from my childhood. The main things I was looking at (and discussing with my companion) were a collection of N64 games. Some of them I believe were actually real games that I once owned IRL, but for some reason in dream-world the cartridges were coloured black instead of grey. They brought back a lot of happy memories.
There were some PS1 games, too, and I believe they also had a different colour scheme.
As I started looking through the PS1 games, though, I found something disturbing- a polaroid photo of myself. I'm pretty sure this wasn't the first creepy occurrence of the dream, and I was instantly on guard. I may have found some other worrying things in the box, but there was nothing too extreme, I don't think.
I was sick of this, though, sick of being stalked and taunted by whoever the hell was after me. I said something to that effect to my companion, then walked over to one of the walls (we were under an old house, a Queenslander, built on high stumps with a lot of space below it, which was mostly encircled by wooden slats) and saw, with some surprise, a woman sitting on a seat a short distance away. That seemed suspicious to me, and I shouted at her, demanded that she come over here.
She stood up, quite calmly, and walked around to the door. She was, I saw now, stunningly attractive, and was wearing an unusual purple outfit that only made her more of a suspect. Not that I have anything against purple, you know, it's a great colour- but there was definitely something strange about her.
I can't remember our dialogue, unfortunately, but my fears were very quickly realized- she was the one (or maybe one of a team/group?) who were responsible for the weird shit going on, who had been following me, and she/they had decided to up the ante.
She placed an ice chest on the ground in front of me. I can't remember exactly what she said, something about my father, but I was horrified.
I hesitantly opened it and caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a human brain, lying in a mix of blood and water, lightly garnished with *shudder* olives. I looked away, looked back to her. There was more dialogue, but again, I can't remember it. I assume I demanded to know what she had done, etc. etc, whether that was my father's brain in the ice chest, you know, all the basic questions.
And then I grabbed her by the throat. As is normal in my dreams, I seemed far stronger than IRL. I could have snapped her neck with ease, and I was on the verge of doing so as I squeezed. Her face showed a brief moment of displeasure, but then her irritating, unnerving calm returned. She reminded me that, if I killed her, I would never know just what had happened, just what she'd done or where the bodies were. I believe she also insinuated that, even with her dead, the terrible events surrounding me would continue unabated, which lends credence to the 'more than one person involved' theory.
I wasn't entirely sure whether to believe that, though. It could easily have been a bluff.
And I wasn't sure I wanted to know what she had done. I knew that taking my revenge now and killing her would give me a great deal of satisfaction, but at the same time I hesitated- what if she was telling the truth? I'd probably already asked just why she was doing this, but I don't believe it got an answer. Any questions about who her conspirators were doubtless received the same response.
So I stood there, staring into her calm, beautiful face with my hands wrapped around her neck, tensed and ready.
...And then I woke up. Gg, brain. Gg. (This dream was very much influenced by the Nosleep stories I read before going to sleep, haha.)
Post by: NJW2000 on September 05, 2015, 03:10:30 am
Last night I was part of a team sent into a seemingly normal urban environmemt to investigate a weird tunnel that made you forget what was up it whenever you walked down it. We had to collect some posters from the top which extended up into a warehouse which was hard enough, as we kept forgetting they were there, and couldn't see from the entrance. Then another team reached the bottom and the tunnel started flashing all different colours so I got the hell outta there, abandoning anyone outside.
I guess that's what happens if ER is the last thing on your mind before going to sleep.
Post by: Baffler on September 05, 2015, 11:22:08 am
Yay, I had a nightmare last night! And an interesting one at that. :D
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...And then I woke up. Gg, brain. Gg. (This dream was very much influenced by the Nosleep stories I read before going to sleep, haha.)
Just don't eat the orange, hehe.
Last night I dreamed I was commanded by an elderly Chinese man to collect the songs of birds, so people could enjoy them "as they were meant to be heard." That turned out to mean I was able to make out lyrics to birdsong, and talk to birds too. I'm pretty sure I heard more, but the only ones I even remember the gist of are a cardinal's song about a young couple he saw walking down the sidewalk earlier (it wasn't as boring as it sounds), and a pair of mockingbirds singing a lament for a stag shot by a hunter.
Post by: TD1 on September 05, 2015, 11:51:51 am
That sounds like a brilliant dream. Enchanting, even.Yay, I had a nightmare last night! And an interesting one at that. :D
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...And then I woke up. Gg, brain. Gg. (This dream was very much influenced by the Nosleep stories I read before going to sleep, haha.)
Just don't eat the orange, hehe.
Last night I dreamed I was commanded by an elderly Chinese man to collect the songs of birds, so people could enjoy them "as they were meant to be heard." That turned out to mean I was able to make out lyrics to birdsong, and talk to birds too. I'm pretty sure I heard more, but the only ones I even remember the gist of are a cardinal's song about a young couple he saw walking down the sidewalk earlier (it wasn't as boring as it sounds), and a pair of mockingbirds singing a lament for a stag shot by a hunter.
Post by: Tawa on September 07, 2015, 12:21:31 pm
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Post by: GiglameshDespair on September 07, 2015, 03:44:05 pm
Post by: Urist McScoopbeard on September 08, 2015, 12:04:06 am
"Sometimes cocaine is just cocaine."
Oh Freud, you...
Post by: Eric Blank on September 08, 2015, 12:43:08 am
It was weird. There were also two stores I had to work at; the one described, and another smaller one that was pretty much a little hut at the top of a hill. I had a 45 minute shift scheduled there, and that was it.
Post by: flabort on September 11, 2015, 08:06:39 pm
I was a guard in a prison. One of the prisoners had broken out of their cell, and was in the exercise yard and waving a pair of pistols at me and about 6 other guards, and we had our own guns aimed at him to keep him from doing anything else; but then the warden comes out, and says "Alright, <name forgotten>, put down the guns and go back to your cell". And surprisingly the prisoner just drops the guns on the ground, turns around, and walks to his cell. One of the younger guards (I'd say 15, 16 years old?) asks him, "How'd you DO that?", and even though I'm signalling him not to ask that question, it's too late and the warden answers "A well hypnotized prisoner is a cooperative prisoner. Shall I demonstrate? <Flabort>, give me your ID and bank card". And even though I don't want to, I reach into my pocket, and hand them to the warden, who hands them to the young guard. "You are <Flabort>, these are your ID and bank card". Frustrated, I try to grab the cards back, but now they seem to have the young guard's face on them. Once I get them back, I show them to him and say "It's an illusion, see?" I wave my fingers over the picture of his face and they revert to my face. He's surprised, and asks "But what about my name, if it's not <Flabort>?", and I have to sadly tell him because I never learned it before he went and foolishly got himself hypnotized, I couldn't remind him of what it was before to reverse the situation, so he'd have to be the fourth poor sap with my name.
Implications that I'd been hypnotized for a loooong time were strong.
Second dream... Dammit, I can't remember, sorry. Something about being at sea and nudity.
Post by: spümpkin on September 12, 2015, 06:16:31 am
I was about 10 at the time, and in my dream I was a grown-up sapient snowman, and all the kids in this snowy town loved me, but then the grown-ups hated me, and I hid in an ice-cream freezer. Also, the sun was trying to get me as well.
I have weird dreams.
Post by: Calidovi on September 12, 2015, 07:56:50 am
I had a dream a while ago, it was pretty odd.F-frosty?
I was about 10 at the time, and in my dream I was a grown-up sapient snowman, and all the kids in this snowy town loved me, but then the grown-ups hated me, and I hid in an ice-cream freezer. Also, the sun was trying to get me as well.
I have weird dreams.
Post by: Yoink on September 12, 2015, 02:36:36 pm
Wanted to post this morning, didn't have time. Memory hazy... but two dreams.Wow, that is some trippy shit. Nice!
I was a guard in a prison. One of the prisoners had broken out of their cell, and was in the exercise yard and waving a pair of pistols at me and about 6 other guards, and we had our own guns aimed at him to keep him from doing anything else; but then the warden comes out, and says "Alright, <name forgotten>, put down the guns and go back to your cell". And surprisingly the prisoner just drops the guns on the ground, turns around, and walks to his cell. One of the younger guards (I'd say 15, 16 years old?) asks him, "How'd you DO that?", and even though I'm signalling him not to ask that question, it's too late and the warden answers "A well hypnotized prisoner is a cooperative prisoner. Shall I demonstrate? <Flabort>, give me your ID and bank card". And even though I don't want to, I reach into my pocket, and hand them to the warden, who hands them to the young guard. "You are <Flabort>, these are your ID and bank card". Frustrated, I try to grab the cards back, but now they seem to have the young guard's face on them. Once I get them back, I show them to him and say "It's an illusion, see?" I wave my fingers over the picture of his face and they revert to my face. He's surprised, and asks "But what about my name, if it's not <Flabort>?", and I have to sadly tell him because I never learned it before he went and foolishly got himself hypnotized, I couldn't remind him of what it was before to reverse the situation, so he'd have to be the fourth poor sap with my name.
Implications that I'd been hypnotized for a loooong time were strong.
Second dream... Dammit, I can't remember, sorry. Something about being at sea and nudity.
@DigitalDemon: that's a pretty cool dream, too. (Ha!)
Post by: Eric Blank on September 12, 2015, 02:54:51 pm
I shot one of them, and panicked. I realized the manager at the range was also dead behind his desk. Everyone else had gone completely still like statues, they would just stare straight ahead. I couldn't get ahold of emergency services. I tried dragging this girl out and gave up and left her in a closet, she still wasn't responding, and was heavy. The one I'd shot was thoroughly dead, I guess. I did eventually find living people to help, but then they froze up too.
Just... Ugh. No. Wtf?
Post by: Graknorke on September 13, 2015, 03:34:39 pm
Post by: Tawa on September 13, 2015, 11:29:13 pm
First one was all in shades of yellow-tinged black and grey, which looked cool as hell. There was a wizard and his elven apprentice travelling along a twilight road with their horse and wagon when they met a dark elf and a wyvern; the dark elf threatened them and proceeded to attack violently in the name of his clan. How did they defeat these threats, might you ask?
Yelling so hard they disintegrated, that's how.
Then the wizard said he'd leave for a while and let the apprentice travel alone. Then the wizard leveled up and the damage his shouty spell did increased to 6d8; the RPG elements were not hinted to at all before this.
The other dream was about Spongebob becoming a master tennis player by learning how to stretch his arms before travelling to the 8-bit United States to compete in the world championships. Which was about par for the course, really.
Post by: Urist McScoopbeard on September 13, 2015, 11:49:59 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on September 14, 2015, 12:29:42 am
Last night I dreamed about filling out a huge order for a customer. Then screwing up all the organization in the storeroom. Then I couldn't find something another customer wanted. It went on like that for literally hours.
Couple nights ago I had a dream about a cooperative fps game which involved me and a handful of others trying to infiltrate some huge facility. The first few sections were devoid of any activity. Spooky, even. First firefight happened after crossing a bridge. Shortly thereafter we got into yet another fight in a tight hallway, whole squad was wiped by some big tanky thing and company. Didn't throw enough explody dakka at it.
Second attempt, survived that firefight, took some of the little folks prisoner. Scrawny pale humanoids in one piece suits, no armor. Move onto next room, interrupt a firefight between these guys and man-bear-pig things (really, pig-headed ass whipping humanoids). Man-bear-pigs had a hotrod with a gun on it. Charged down hall and wiped whole squad again.
I woke up thinking that was an awesome game that I'd want to play.
Post by: Graknorke on September 14, 2015, 09:27:32 am
I had a dream about installing a pc case fan. A case fan. This is the most relevant thing I have to process in my sleep.
Post by: flabort on September 14, 2015, 09:51:14 am
This being highly unrealistic, it was entertaining to me, so I'm sorry your dream was so mundane. Actually, I also envy that when you dream of work you get to dream of computers like that. I get computer dreams only rarely, 9/10 of my dreams are pouring coffee and burning myself when it spills.
Post by: Arx on September 14, 2015, 02:35:20 pm
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Even my dreams are about exams. Send help.
Post by: Calidovi on September 14, 2015, 06:19:08 pm
Post by: Yoink on September 14, 2015, 06:59:33 pm
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Post by: Tawa on September 15, 2015, 09:28:30 pm
You haven't heard about the spiders? They use electrical impulses to control the world around them, I think. It's creepy, but thankfully they only live in Canada.
Post by: Arx on September 16, 2015, 03:21:48 am
Spoiler: Arachnophobia, etc. (click to show/hide)
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I don't even like spideeers the things I do for a joke
I'm simultaneously pleased and disconcerted that apparently I'm a reliable enough source to be terrifying.
Post by: hops on September 16, 2015, 05:44:24 am
Now don't mind me while I go adopt 20 cats.
Post by: Rubidium on September 17, 2015, 06:29:02 am
Also, it was that Rhenium was not in "Total Drama Action" and "Total Drama World Tour," but in "Total Drama Island."
Spoiler: and there's rhenium (click to show/hide)
Post by: Yoink on September 17, 2015, 10:46:15 am
Really, I should give you a bit of backstory, but it's rather personal... well, not exactly personal, but I would feel weird telling my messed-up family history to whoever happens to read this post. So I'll just stick to the dream.
Whilst on this trip, I went to some place which I presume had special significance to my long-dead maternal grandfather, whose life, habits and death my mother and I have been trying to learn more about. There was nothing there now but some bland-looking concrete building on an empty lot, with dark glass windows and doors, and the whole thing was shadowed by an overpass, but as I reached the site the doors of the building were opening and closing as if by themselves; not violently but insistently.
There was a woman leaving the place as I got there. I think she was some sort of caretaker for the building and she warned me it was haunted, but somehow saw in me that I was meant to be there. She may have shown up again earlier or later in the dream.
Anyway, for whatever reason my grandfather's spirit was especially strong in this place, and I was uniquely attuned and able to see his ghost more than others. Well, not some cliche ghostly outline or anything, just the ways his ghost manifested. Things moving, shadows, changing air currents and stuff like that. It was weird.
He was signalling to me, first to enter the building, and then he directed me over to a wall.
I don't remember being afraid at all, I was just honoured to meet my grandfather and fascinated by the possibility of learning more about him.
At some point, I either received a vision or watched some recorded footage from his lifetime- given that he died in 1961 I'm assuming it was the former- and was struck by how much I could relate to him, in how he spoke and acted. Sadly I cannot really remember more, save that in that vision he was interacting with one of his brothers, who is still alive. I'm not sure why he chose to communicate with me, or why I alone was able to see and understand him so clearly.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 17, 2015, 12:48:41 pm
But seriously, those are a thing. :v You get weird creatures lurking in rainforests, viz.:Spoiler: Arachnophobia, etc. (click to show/hide)
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I don't even like spideeers the things I do for a joke
I'm simultaneously pleased and disconcerted that apparently I'm a reliable enough source to be terrifying.
This is what happens when birds torture spiders by stealing their legs, then the helpless bastard gets caught on camera just to rub it in its terrifying little face.
Post by: Arx on September 17, 2015, 01:52:06 pm
But seriously, those are a thing. :v You get weird creatures lurking in rainforests, viz.:Spoiler: Arachnophobia, etc. (click to show/hide)
Lightning not currently visible.
I don't even like spideeers the things I do for a joke
I'm simultaneously pleased and disconcerted that apparently I'm a reliable enough source to be terrifying.
This is what happens when birds torture spiders by stealing their legs, then the helpless bastard gets caught on camera just to rub it in its terrifying little face.
That's actually Bob the regrettably crippled tarantula. He escaped his cage and got stuck on a piece of fly paper (sweet irony), losing all but two of his legs; he lost the seventh some time later. Amazingly, his owner kept him alive until his next molt and he made a full recovery.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 17, 2015, 03:07:37 pm
Sounds like wereceatures in DF...
Post by: hops on September 17, 2015, 10:35:08 pm
Post by: Yoink on September 18, 2015, 01:39:06 pm
They let him join because, as I was told, one of their main enforcers had been driving a carload of prostitutes somewhere, seen my friend on his fancy bicycle, and decided to threaten him and steal it. My friend responded by riding like crazy and outrunning them on the city streets, but still they managed to tail him back to the apartment he was living in. (In RL he lives in the same house as me.)
The guy had some of the women knock at the door, and sure enough my friend (always a sucker for an attractive female) let them in, only for the enforcer to step out from behind them and hold him at gunpoint. Still, they were impressed by my friend's fearlessness and, rather than shooting him, recruited him. Given how obsessed he is with bicycles I can actually believe this happening, haha.
I was recruited for some reason a short while later and was surprised to see him there, until the guy who recruited us told me the story.
The dream went on for quite a while after that- I even woke up when my alarm went off, shut it up and (I was super tired) went back to sleep and continued the dream- but I don't remember a whole lot of detail. I know there was a lot of cool stuff and at least one shootout. I vaguely remember running away from someone at one point, firing a gun wildly behind me, and at another point I shot a guy for some reason.
It was a cool dream, though. Even if it wasn't very restful.
Post by: Tawa on September 18, 2015, 02:50:25 pm
I immediately decided that this meant his gun shot batteries, although I suppose in hindsight he might've been smuggling the batteries or something.
All of a sudden I found myself going on a tour with a few other people in a game corporation's skyscraper headquarters. The CEO of the corporation, who bears a suspicious resemblance to my sister's chorus instructor, walked up to us and greeted us. We went into an elevator that was about thirty feet long by five feet wide and shaped like half an oval; the CEO showed us a secret compartment in the back wall that was actually a second elevator that went up to their secret lab on the top floor. The lab was black with a bunch of TRON-style green lines all over the walls, and the room was full of computers and lasers (along with, seemingly... cloning vats or something?)
One of the scientists in the lab showed one of the guys going on the tour a video game; I forget what it was called, but I think it was something like "Blade" or "Fang". The game was apparently about designing dinosaurs and making them fight each other to try and create "the ultimate dinosaur" or something like that.
Suddenly the CEO told us to get out and we were instantaneously outside the building. Moments later, it blew up.
I have not yet decided if the CEO was a jerk and the building exploding was his comeuppance or if he knew the building was going to explode and told us to get out so we wouldn't die.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 20, 2015, 11:25:37 am
Post by: TempAcc on September 20, 2015, 02:23:08 pm
The gameplay was kinda survival horror-ey in an open world. You had to wander around while hiding from the extremely agressive mutated fauna, searching for a way to escape. The mutants were kinda scary but a bit cartoonish at times. I remember being attacked by a kung fu snow ferret or something. The game had a save system, but enforced perma death, and considering how damn large the world was, it was pretty hard to finish it.
I also remember that, in order to get the true ending, you had to find and kill certain dangerous mutated animals, then cut their bodies apart untill you found a small object that looked like a bunch of hooks welded/fused togheder inside each of them. I remember somehow killing a fucking bear and then having to realistically and slowly cut into his body to pull out the object.
Brain pls.
Post by: Arx on September 20, 2015, 02:28:11 pm
Post by: Graknorke on September 20, 2015, 04:05:25 pm
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Post by: TempAcc on September 20, 2015, 05:14:53 pm
Post by: WillowLuman on September 21, 2015, 02:10:51 am
I could not tell for sure where I was, if I was awake or not, whether or not I was speaking to someone (the same person throughout most of the experience) out loud or by text, whether or not they were replying (seemed like they were but I couldn't understand them), or, at times, what I was. It was a very disconcerting experience. Perhaps worst of all, it seems that conversation was partly real, as evidenced by my message history on Skype, though it was one-sided.
:o ??? :(
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 21, 2015, 03:37:15 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on September 22, 2015, 12:42:45 am
I've had a dream recently where my family and all our pets were on a tropical island or something. Our ye olde sailing vessel was stuck in a reef, and I was supposed to go find something while dad fixed it. So I was then exploring a draugr ruin in the mountains, which may or may not have been freezing and snowy, and exited it at the top of a waterfall. This being a TES game suddenly, jumping into the pool at the bottom totally didn't hurt me at all. Then I found the locals, who as it turns out didn't like us at all.
Lots of running and I was back on the beach, the boat was ready and now moored to a lovely new dock in a lagoon, and we could launch. As soon as we got all the freaking cats inside. They kept finding holes in the deck/cabin walls to climb out of, we kept trying to box them back into a crawlspace. It didn't work.
Post by: WillowLuman on September 22, 2015, 01:06:25 am
Post by: nomoetoe on September 23, 2015, 08:31:31 pm
I also remember another dream, I was working at a restaurant, my boss was a small woman with purple eyes, near the end of the dream I saw a black creature with a small body, it had long massive hairs that looked like wheat, and its "legs" looked like a belt in the shape of a wheel. I tried to crush it but my foot wouldn't move, before I could attempt to crush it again it moved away from me very quickly, I just stared at if for awhile before I work up.
Post by: Tawa on September 23, 2015, 08:34:12 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on September 23, 2015, 11:14:33 pm
I can't even remember dreaming last night at all. Like usually I have a vague emotional impression of how the dream went if I can't remember anything directly, but tonight I'm utterly lost. Maybe I didn't.
edit - crazy dreams!
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Rubidium on September 25, 2015, 03:53:41 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on September 26, 2015, 05:27:46 am
I was at my house but instead of being in town it was in the middle of some plains/swamp region, only one other building in sight. I eventually realized it was a dream so I asked the person with me about it, we talked about the possibility that I'm not dreaming and that real life was the dream.
At the end of the dream things turned ASCII, I was viewing what looked like dwarf fortress, someone was in a coffin and they were trying to get out, the dream ended shortly after the person's escape from the coffin.
Post by: TD1 on September 26, 2015, 06:10:52 pm
We must go deeper
Release the Balrog.
Post by: Akura on September 26, 2015, 09:00:19 pm
We must go deeper
Release the Balrog.
Spoiler: Well, if you're sure... (click to show/hide)
Post by: Tawa on September 26, 2015, 09:16:25 pm
We must go deeper
Release the Balrog.Spoiler: Well, if you're sure... (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: No, he meant this one (click to show/hide)
Post by: flabort on September 27, 2015, 01:09:52 am
Broken image link. Fixed it for you.We must go deeper
Release the Balrog.Spoiler: Well, if you're sure... (click to show/hide)Spoiler: No, he meant this one (click to show/hide)
Post by: birdy51 on September 27, 2015, 09:43:00 am
Spoiler: Dream (click to show/hide)
So it was short. But I was able to learn a few small things. One, I can trigger Lucid Dreams while laying on my side. This is bigger than I had thought, since I had assumed that I would always fall asleep too quickly on my side and always attempted to trigger it from laying on my back instead. The second, is that I can judge the onset of a lucid dream by how shallow my breath is becoming. Once my body begins taking breaths that seem much too shallow for my waking body, it becomes apparent that now is the time that my body finally decides to give up the ghost.
Post by: Tiruin on September 29, 2015, 08:47:00 am
[...]It was a lucid dream; one that I was finally able to trigger for myself after looong time.[...]Lucid dreamer high five ._.
Mine seems like I can do it in-part during the dream, every dream...or 'when I feel like it', though.
But I'll cross-post from the Terrified Thread.
Had a nightmare, where a really big spider was falling on my face, I dodged it and walked out of the room. There was a second spider there, which turned into a black cockroach and started flying around. I grabbed a glass cup and caught the monster under it. It turned into a plastic cup and promptly got shredded, at which point I woke up.I've been noticing--through memories of years gone by--that in the recent...twenty months or so? I have had no 'nightmares' where the usual horror exists, but...more 'spider' filled "nightmares" and always spider-filled before waking up -_-
Details include very...strange spiders, not like the ones in reality (and the huge compendium of spider species...). Spider-like in shape, and able to spin webs. Never the jumping spider type (just able to...scuttle very fast). And usually always near me.
Of course, none tried to attack me...but just being near them and always being able to observe them (in very fine detail) gave me unease, at times, and at other times, just woke me up with the sense that there's webbing all around me.
...That isn't something I've learned to work with in dreams. -_-
Post by: Eric Blank on September 29, 2015, 06:28:25 pm
I had a dream night before last about me and a friend handling a giant tarantula that had spun a web between two parallel sticks. After putting it down, I started being chased by it all around the room. I tried to escape, I hid in the rafters, but it followed me up, and once up there, it leapt up onto my face, literally jumping 3+ feet like a headcrab, prompting me to wake up.
Post by: GiglameshDespair on September 29, 2015, 06:35:43 pm
Post by: Tawa on September 30, 2015, 02:53:50 pm
I then took them into what I think was a warehouse in the back of the store where I'd apparently set up a secret base or something and discovered that all of the boxes were, in fact, bootlegs (WHAT A TWEEST), because dream!me is apparently too dumb to realize that such a bizarre mismatch of titles and box art is suspicious.
Post by: Baffler on September 30, 2015, 05:00:48 pm
I dreamed that I was sitting on the roof of my back porch on one of those white plastic lawn chairs, with my .30-06, a duck call, and a whistle sitting next to me and a two meter tall dry stone wall around the whole block, with a privacy hedge just as tall outside of that. I was keeping a very close eye on the street beyond, and I saw my neighbor Doug (not his real name) doing the same thing from a tree stand built up in an old walnut tree that doesn't exist in real life. He was facing so he could see what was behind me, and was watching the areas I couldn't. Inside the enclosure there was a well and water pump, surrounded by a fairly sizeable field where the three sisters were planted. My own house is at a higher elevation than the rest, with a retaining wall, and I saw that there were wooden stakes built up at the base of the wall. My dog was loose inside the area, running around trying to catch a butterfly, but I wasn't worried.
I spent a good deal of time just watching, and it had gone from late afternoon to sundown. My brother came out to bring the dog inside, waving at me and pointing at his watch as he did so. He was on the night shift today. I glanced back at Doug's tree stand, and saw he was gone. I grabbed the duck call and blew it. No response. I grabbed the whistle. Still no response. I was inhaling to blow the whistle when I heard the response. I blew the duck call again, expecting him to show himself. I waited a moment, but there was no movement around his post. I blew the whistle and picked up the rifle, checked that it was ready to fire, and started watching the area around Doug's post. Then I heard a shot, and another whistle blowing from somewhere behind the tree stand. My dog was barking, but he was inside and probably wouldn't get let back out.
Doug came running out of the trees a second later, rifle in hand, and something was clearly behind him but I couldn't see it yet. I drew a bead on the spot Doug came out from, and didn't have to wait long until what was nearby came tearing out of the trees. It was a woman, coming after him on all fours. Her limbs were facing downward but her torso and head were facing up. It didn't have a face, just a mouth, but I still felt like the thing was staring me in the eyes when I fired a shot at it. I got it in the leg and blew it right off, like it had only been held on by a thread. There was no blood and the thing didn't seem to care, but it did slow down. Doug turned around as soon as he heard my shot, and blew its head off. There was blood that time, and it stopped moving.
Doug turned to face me after firing two more shots into the thing, and gave me a smile and a wave. Then he got this weird look on his face, pointed at me and yelled something. I wheeled around just in time to see a thing like the one I'd just shot, this one a teenage boy, climbing down the side of the house like a spider. I pulled my rifle up to shoot at it, but I was panicking. It lunged in the same moment and my shot went wide. I tried to hit it with the stock, but it was far too strong for me to do anything. It pinned me on the ground and started choking me, with a grin on its not-face. I woke up a couple moments later.
Post by: Yoink on September 30, 2015, 07:28:12 pm
(I'm not about to say "fully", since doubtless there was more to it before which I've forgotten.)
I was watching a funk band play live, possibly just a video of their show, not sure if I was actually there or not. I think the band may have actually been Gossip, who aren't really a funk band at all, but their funky song is the only one I remember so w/e. They were playing a really long set, and so took a break in the middle. Interestingly, during said break they started playing (recordings of) songs submitted by the audience.
One guy submitted this really long, abstract noise/relaxation track, and as I saw the band's singer get bored, scrub through the song only to find it was all the same, and then make a disgusted face to her bandmembers, I decided to submit something myself.
First I thought of Parliament, but of course any funk band would already know them. Then I hit on the idea of playing an Australian funk band, to broaden some horizons and give the band some exposure... problem is, I only really know one Australian funk band. So I looked up Pocketlove (https://www.facebook.com/pocketloveband/app_204974879526524) on Youtube.
The first video I watched was just a song without video and I was really liking it until the vocals started- it was their old vocalist! Nothing wrong with the guy's singing, but it wouldn't to to play such an outdated song. So I clicked on another video, which turned out to be live, and it did have the current singer.
A little while into the video some woman walked up to/onto the stage and kissed the (also female) singer, who laughed and said "You only come here to kiss me, don't you," before launching back into the song.
At this point the dream was entirely distracted, and all of a sudden I was sitting in the back of the band's (Pocketlove's) car as they drove away from some big show or other. Sitting next to me (or perhaps at first I was only a 'fly on the wall' kind of deal) was the singer, her apparent girlfriend, and (seated closest to me) some weird-looking dude with a blond 'short back and sides' haircut, which would be lame except he also had a centre part.
Anyway, there was some boring conversation where the two announced their engagement and the other guy congratulated them (he had a funny voice, too) and gave the singer a hug. There was a bit more discussion and then the guy in the passenger seat reached over and handed a plastic cup of water to the blond guy.
He took a sip, said, "Yucky, water," and then went to throw it out the window. He hesitated, seeing that the street was lined with crowds of people (even after driving for this long!), and asked if there were any friends or family in the crowd. The singer assured him there weren't and he let fly, spraying a bunch of people with water.
Amusingly enough, they immediately gave chase, shouting angrily as they ran after the car (which couldn't go very fast, there being quite a bit of traffic and a lot of pedestrians on this two-lane road). The driver managed to speed up a bit and escape them for a moment, but shortly they caught up again, seemingly intent on attacking the car and/or causing those inside grievous bodily harm. The driver freaked out and floored it, driving at an insane speed and somehow managing to weave in between cars on this narrow road.
He maintained that speed for ages, despite most likely having left our pursuers behind long ago. This upset me, seeing as there were so many pedestrians crossing the road more-or-less at random, and so I told him to slow down. He refused, still panicking.
I said, "Slow down or I'll blow your brains out," pulling out my gun and placing it to his head.
Some smartass casually remarked "Yeah, let's put a gun to the driver's head, that's always a great idea," but I was determined. Unfortunately my method of persuasion just panicked the driver even more and he froze up.
We careened forwards, miraculously avoiding any collisions, until the road curved slightly to the right and we went straight ahead, smashing into the light forest that lined the road, the car (possibly flipping at least once) eventually coming to rest, upright, next to a creek.
I had taken a terrible blow to the head during the crash, but my sense of comedy kept me sensible long enough to say, "Thanks, [DRIVER'S NAME], that's all I asked," before losing consciousness. Or perhaps pretending to, for dramatic effect? I'm not sure. There was a bit more silliness after that, but RL-me was slowly waking up so the dream was beginning to deteriorate and make less sense. I woke up in the driver's seat, for one thing. Someone put me in the back whilst someone else got ready to drive... which seems odd, given how damaged the car was. Then I woke up.
There was at least one earlier dream, too. One I remember was kind of cool, but I can't remember enough to make writing it down worthwhile.
Post by: Trapezohedron on October 01, 2015, 05:33:36 am
that man is me. i need help
Post by: Arx on October 01, 2015, 05:57:10 am
Post by: nomoetoe on October 02, 2015, 09:26:40 am
Then I was in some weird dream were I was a girl that was being chased by a crazy overweight woman with a weed-eater, I was however much faster then her and I was able to leap over fences nearly effortlessly, but one fence was too tall, couldn't get over in time, I was stuck. She caught up with me and put the weed eater close to me, I told her I'd do anything and give her anything she wanted if she would just stop. She tells me she wants to rip my flesh from my body with a weed-eater. I woke up after that.
Then after falling back asleep I had a fairly interesting dream, I think the nazis were launching an attack at my grandmas house and I was trying to stop them, eventually I gained the ability to make a shield come from my arm, it was kinda weird. After awhile I was at my other grandmas house and I noticed something a bit odd, 4 suns all on a different side of the sky, and I noticed that there was a skybox and all the clouds were weird and stuff. I realized it was a dream and went to the side of the skybox, I think I forgot it was a dream at this point and went through a set of doors that appeared and I thought I was going into other peoples dreams. not much else happened I just woke up after a short time.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 03, 2015, 12:28:10 am
After getting back to sleep, I had another dream wherein I was working with mercenaries on a boat, fishing. Using our assault rifles and grenades to get fish, because hey whatever lots of booze to go around. That boat then turned into a building. We were on a balcony overlooking a quarry/construction site, supposed to assassinate some family that owned this place. They arrived in a pickup that seemed ridiculously massive, like, literally big as a house. So we shot it with a railgun for massive damage, through the cabin at such an angle we assumed everyone would be killed. It apparently didn't work, and the boss was quite upset we failed to eliminate the targets. I mentioned something like "well, it is a pretty big truck..." And right as we got up to it, it the truck was only a tiny compact vehicle. The passengers we missed must have been in the back, because the cabin could only fit half a dozen clowns. So, another assassination attempt thwarted by spacetime shenanigans!
Post by: Tawa on October 03, 2015, 11:21:57 am
While there, we set a trap for, for no apparent reason, the Black Knight from the 9th and 10th Fire Emblem games, at a choke point separating two rooms in the cave. However, he then came at us from behind and, er, knocked us out or something? I think?
All of a sudden I was at a public school, but the school looked suspiciously like my grandmother's house. The same people from last time (along with Sabin from FFVI, because my brain is weird like that) were there with me, and apparently we had to write the word "Toy" all along the perimeter of the garden wall for some shady company or something. But we only had one can of spray paint, so we gave it to one of the guys and I used a dry-erase marker to write it on the rest of the wall. We didn't finish before the company showed up, though, and they made threatening statements and gestures until I woke up.
Wh... what the hell was that?
Post by: WillowLuman on October 03, 2015, 11:02:18 pm
Went to China for some reason, there was a mixup with cargo or something so they thought I was smuggling drugs and sentenced me to death. Gave me a lethal injection, which apparently didn't work right away, and they just let me go because it was supposed to kill me eventually (and there was no antidote). So while I was in the hospital afterwards, feeling all weak and expecting to die, I kept sending "Goodbye forever" to all my contacts.
However, I went home (somehow) and there was hope because perhaps I could make it to 24 hours since the injection (and if I wasn't dead by then I wasn't going to die), and folks at home were being super accommodating because of the brush with death. We went to a fancy restaurant, and some kind of amusement park, and it looked good but then I started weakening again at the park and woke up just when I thought I died.
Also, there was some kind of university founded by LEGO on an asteroid out in space, but I have no idea how or where that figured in.
Post by: Rubidium on October 04, 2015, 07:14:35 am
I wanted more Just Dance 3 songs, and I wanted to buy them...so I looked into the "Buy a Just Dance 3 Song" section. It turns out there was a preview... involving a shrimp gun... in 3d. It didn't look Just Dance 3 style at all.
Then, I was on YouTube. I saw a clip of someone escaping quicksand with a girl, and apparently the name of the person's channel was "Erbium." It was also the same channel that created the same Just Dance 3 song that involved shrimp guns in it, except more in Just Dance 3 style.
That's all.
Post by: Tawa on October 04, 2015, 09:59:07 pm
The first one, though, was... strange, to say the least. I was working with Bernie Sanders for some reason, and he, a couple body guards, and I pulled up to a public elementary school in an economy-class sedan to make a speech. We all had on black suits, but for some reason I was also wearing a baseball cap. When we got to the building, the "school" looked suspiciously looked like the entryway to a stereotypical prison; everything was grey, dimly-lit, and squarish. There were some little kids standing and sitting around, and occasionally one would walk up to Bernie and introduce themselves. They would then talk about some random topic the little kid was interested in for a few minutes before another kid introduced themselves.
Growing a bit bored, I went up a flight of stairs and discovered that the upper floor of the prison!elementary-school was actually the top floor of my house.
Then I woke up. Needless to say, Bernie never made his speech.
Post by: TempAcc on October 05, 2015, 07:34:25 am
I had a rather realistic dream in which some sort of huge intergalactical wave of ~mystery energy~ hit the earth. It didn't mess with our electronics at all, but rather, it messed up with people's brainwaves in weird ways, causing pretty much everyone on earth to go batshit insane for about 24 hours.
The wave caused different kinds of madness on different people. Some just became absurdly uninhibited and started running around naked on the streets humping anyone they could find and eating trash, and some families that locked themselves inside their houses ended up having huge incestous orgies. Other people became absurdly smart and invented awesome things, but also suffered from absurdly vivid hallucinations, while some others became completely apathetic lethargic, just standing around all day, and many others became suicidal.
There were also people that started acting like fast zombies, becoming extremely agressive and psychotic, attacking anyone on sight and fighting to death with eachother. A whole bunch of other people just kind of disappeared, and nobody has any idea of what happened to them. Also, apparently some people just weren't affected and either ran away to protect themselves or started capturing everything on camera.
Most of the dream took place in the aftermath, a day after the whole madness, in which the news was full of the videos and photos the few sane people took during the event. I seemed to be fine, but I was kinda scared of what I may have done a day before :v, thankfuly I seemed to be alone, so no absurd orgies for me.
Brain pls, you're starting to get more creative.
Post by: Rubidium on October 05, 2015, 07:34:39 am
This one... I was back as a middle schooler.
I took the wrong bus, and I got dropped off at a weird house.
I was let into it... and WHOA! There was a GRAVITY CONTROL THING in the house!
I could fly!
Post by: Urist McScoopbeard on October 05, 2015, 09:02:58 am
The zombies were more jogging zombies than sprinting zombies... Not quite to levels of the terrible World War Z movie, but much faster and scarier than The Walking Dead
Post by: Tawa on October 05, 2015, 03:43:16 pm
My chemistry teacher bought a gigantic green glass hamster wheel. It was too slippery to use. He then randomly began debating with some people about what kind of wheels would work best on a pirate ship.
All of a sudden, I was in a park, eating lunch. There was a sign and a modified traffic light; the sign informed me that when the traffic light was white, nobody was allowed to play on the playground. My subconscious instinctively knew this was somehow Donald Trump's doing.
I was suddenly on a swingset. A strange, recurring motif in my dreams is this thing where I'm on a swingset, and it's going so fast that if I let go I would go flying into the air at about fifty miles per hour. I let go for some reason, and warped dream-physics cause me to have inertia with the swingset and not catapult into the stratosphere. I get off the swingset, and see a guy I've seen around occasionally walking into a building behind me. I had previously been under the impression that the building behind me was a public school, but it was actually a ranch-style house.
I then woke up.
Post by: Yoink on October 16, 2015, 08:19:56 pm
All I really remember, though, is that earlier on in all this dreaming there was a clutch of vulture eggs laid outside whatever house/room/apartment thing I was living in in the dream. I thought this was quite exciting, since I'd have cute little vultures flapping about later on. I can't remember if I actually saw the adult vultures or not, perhaps the eggs were abandoned and somehow being incubated.
But anyway, much later in another dream, the eggs hatched, the vultures grew, and they started causing all sorts of trouble.
I remember towards the end of the dreams, shortly before I woke up, I was sitting and talking to someone when two of the vultures flew up to me. They were terrifying, with scruffy, jagged feathers, gleaming little eyes filled with mischief and these horrifying, misshapen blade-like beaks.
They landed on my shoulders and I froze in fear.
They started rummaging around in my hair, running the tips of their beaks down my scalp as though searching for something. They were quite slow and gentle, but I could still feel how sharp their beaks were and I knew they could tear me to ribbons if I moved or pissed them off somehow.
I'm pretty sure that's when I woke up.
It was kind of interesting, having the set-up for that scene from an earlier dream finally come to fruition in (what I'm pretty sure was) a completely seperate one.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 17, 2015, 12:41:58 pm
In this building there was some sort of dance competition. A girl I had some sort of relationship with was involved, I spectated. It was ridiculous, and I have no idea if there was even a winner. Next thing I know everyone is boarding a train, my brother and family have occupied an entire room all for themselves plus one of my brother's friends, so I have to sit outside, behind a wood board. The train is made of bricks or insulation blocks, apparently, and a couple uniformed dudes come in and start removing every single one, and find in some of them boxes of smuggled cigars which they confiscate. There are two hidden in the boards next to me. Then they're finally content the train can depart.
Post by: Molly Renata on October 18, 2015, 08:18:38 am
Also, ever since my dog was put down, I've been having recurring dreams of her getting reincarnated somehow. These are much more pleasant and I would like to keep having them.
Post by: NJW2000 on October 18, 2015, 08:31:36 am
Post by: Molly Renata on October 18, 2015, 08:45:35 am
Relevant (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a9/Frankenweenie_%282012_film%29_poster.jpg)
...I'm going to hell for laughing at this.
Post by: Spehss _ on October 18, 2015, 06:17:05 pm
Then my alarm went off and I woke up for real from a dream about it being hard to wake up from a dream. Meta.
Post by: Calidovi on October 18, 2015, 07:42:58 pm
My life is so boring that my fever dreams constitute on living on earth, with my parents, and failing my math class.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 19, 2015, 12:05:17 am
Eventually I went home, got the dogs, and went for a walk down the highway by the Columbia River. We kept going until I found some large supermarket. Walmart again I guess. The dogs were not allowed inside, I had to go inside, they weren't on leashes, so I was struggling to keep their attention long enough to get them into... A car shaped like a weiner. Because apparently that belonged to some friends or something? I failed. And while trying to do that a pterosaur flew by overhead and screamed at us. I actually immediately thought "dragon" from the sound but no, seeing a pterosaur is perfectly normal too.
Also, molly, I've had dreams about my cat and her brother being with us still. Im always disappointed when I wake up without them. They were good kitties.
Post by: flabort on October 19, 2015, 12:30:58 am
Took a nap today. Dreamed that I took a nap today and had a dream that was so hard to wake up from that I had to physically struggle to wake up and get out of bed, because I was so entangled in my bedsheets and so sleepy that I had to mentally try to stay awake.My every morning, except the dream is about waking up easily and real life is...
Then my alarm went off and I woke up for real from a dream about it being hard to wake up from a dream. Meta.
Post by: Rubidium on October 19, 2015, 07:10:38 am
Post by: Spehss _ on October 19, 2015, 07:44:19 am
In between the arrival of these reinforcements I would pass the time by stabbing holes into the palm of my hand with some kind of hollow spike. My hands looked like a trypophobe's worst nightmare.
Post by: Molly Renata on October 19, 2015, 08:29:24 am
Also, molly, I've had dreams about my cat and her brother being with us still. Im always disappointed when I wake up without them. They were good kitties.
=(
Yeah, it really sucks losing a pet. I'm hoping I can get another doggy someday, but nothing will be able to replace Cocoa.
Post by: Reudh on October 19, 2015, 09:01:41 am
Came back from girlfriendland yesterday, and slept in my own room for the first time in 4 days, and had a rather interesting dream/nightmare thingy.
I had a rather realistic dream in which some sort of huge intergalactical wave of ~mystery energy~ hit the earth. It didn't mess with our electronics at all, but rather, it messed up with people's brainwaves in weird ways, causing pretty much everyone on earth to go batshit insane for about 24 hours.
The wave caused different kinds of madness on different people. Some just became absurdly uninhibited and started running around naked on the streets humping anyone they could find and eating trash, and some families that locked themselves inside their houses ended up having huge incestous orgies. Other people became absurdly smart and invented awesome things, but also suffered from absurdly vivid hallucinations, while some others became completely apathetic lethargic, just standing around all day, and many others became suicidal.
There were also people that started acting like fast zombies, becoming extremely agressive and psychotic, attacking anyone on sight and fighting to death with eachother. A whole bunch of other people just kind of disappeared, and nobody has any idea of what happened to them. Also, apparently some people just weren't affected and either ran away to protect themselves or started capturing everything on camera.
Most of the dream took place in the aftermath, a day after the whole madness, in which the news was full of the videos and photos the few sane people took during the event. I seemed to be fine, but I was kinda scared of what I may have done a day before :v, thankfuly I seemed to be alone, so no absurd orgies for me.
Brain pls, you're starting to get more creative.
That could be an interesting short story! Get writing, TempAcc.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on October 19, 2015, 12:12:29 pm
Now randomly in a dream, I end up bullying him and dragging him out of school in an attempt to beat him up.
I do not understand this at all.
Post by: flabort on October 19, 2015, 01:27:46 pm
So in a class I sit with a dude who is targeted by everyone, constantly getting mocked and I see him struggling to get into the collective but his nerdiness just does not allow him (he has no social awarness)The anti-bullying advertisers are on the psychic air waves, telling us that not doing anything to stop bullying is a form of bullying?
Now randomly in a dream, I end up bullying him and dragging him out of school in an attempt to beat him up.
I do not understand this at all.
Don't know how right they are... And I'm sure IRL you do lots to help the guy, otherwise you wouldn't be so confused by the dream.
Post by: NJW2000 on October 19, 2015, 01:31:48 pm
Basically, you know the guy has problems, and you probably try to help him, or at least understand this, and that it's hard for him. Ofc, these problems - of mindset, it sounds like - don't solve themselves, get solved fully by other people, or even lose their effect fully when dealt with, unless he moves, so you can't really help him much. You simultaneously want to, but recognise there's not much you can do, and will not want to fruitlessly involve yourself, so conflict might give you weird dreams about it.
Post by: Spehss _ on October 20, 2015, 06:21:20 pm
Dreamed my teeth were falling out. One by one. Blood everywhere. Towards the end of the dream, it wasn't just teeth falling out, but big chunks of gum and cheek and mouth matter.
Post by: Yoink on October 20, 2015, 06:36:10 pm
There was some guy travelling through this spooky ruined town/city when he accidentally smashed a hole in a stone slab and discovered some ancient treasure. It gave him some sort of powers, as well as enraging the spirits that had guarded it for so long and causing them to attack a nearby settlement and cause all sorts of trouble.
Main dude didn't seem too worried by this, from what I remember. He didn't have too much trouble fending off any ghostly beings that came after him, probably due to his newfound powers, and he searched the ruins to find more of the slabs and increase his power.
I know I don't remember much, but I do remember it being a fun dream.
Post by: Molly Renata on October 22, 2015, 08:39:59 am
I had a dream last night where I was playing a game in which the protagonist was a racist surgeon working on a spaceship, and his assistant was a long-winded alien who really knew his stuff when it came to patients that weren't human. Also, my brother was a nurse on the spaceship.
I think I need to re-evaluate my life.
Post by: Baffler on October 22, 2015, 11:13:55 am
I was about 3/4 of the way through my inspection (which had been slowed considerably by the quartermaster's terrible handwriting leaving me unsure of how much of everything there was supposed to be and taken up most of the actual dream time) when the ship's bell rang for battle stations. I was a loader on a port broadside gun. I ran as fast as I could to get to my station, but I never managed it. A sudden, very powerful shot completely destroyed the stairs up to the top just before I reached them. One of the marines who was a little farther ahead of me was a bit too close and got a misting of shrapnel. Through the hole the shot made in the side of the ship I could see that the Gladstone was severely on fire and starting to break up. I recognized how well and truly fucked we were when I saw a few futuristic looking helicopters landed on the water nearby dropping rubber boats and picking up the surprisingly numerous survivors.
I wasn't be surprised to learn our ship was out of commission, but instead of surrendering I could see through a gun port on the other side that our crew had abandoned ship on rowboats and were making toward shore, leaving those of us who were stuck below deck behind. Not long after that, I heard helicopters hovering over us, and people dropping onto the deck. Probably from the helicopters on ropes. There was a very quick discussion between myself and the remaining crew, and we decided to surrender. The attackers, men with US combat gear with blue digital camouflage, jumped down the hole where the staircase used to be and started shooting at us while we had our hands up. Which was rather rude of them. I ran away toward the magazine, intending to detonate it to prevent the ship's capture, but it didn't take them all that long to gun down my comrades. I caught a bullet in the shoulder, but I made it down the stairs and shut the door to the magazine behind me.
I was next to an open barrel and had just struck a match when one of them kicked open the door. He charged me, but all I had to do was drop the match. I did, and the dream ended.
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on October 22, 2015, 06:42:08 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: TheBiggerFish on October 22, 2015, 06:48:10 pm
Also, PTW.
Post by: Akura on October 23, 2015, 04:42:26 am
Only, those lizards didn't eat them, so they got even bigger lizards which did eat them. Even if it's a dream, I did get to watch a lizard start swallowing a smaller lizard whole starting from the tail, to the point the food lizard's head was sticking out of the bigger one's mouth.
...Darn, my dreams are just the empty blackness of "Nope, you don't get to remember any dreams you had."Same here, but often some crazy things happen(see above) that I can't help but remember them.
Also, PTW.
Post by: Rubidium on October 23, 2015, 07:10:26 am
Post by: Eric Blank on October 23, 2015, 07:45:25 am
Post by: Graknorke on October 23, 2015, 09:31:01 am
Humans are weird yo.
Post by: Molly Renata on October 23, 2015, 11:30:03 am
I was playing a game that was a cross between Dwarf Fortress and Pharaoh (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pharaoh_%28video_game%29).
I kind of wish it was real. It was actually kind of cool.
Post by: Akura on October 24, 2015, 04:40:29 am
Weird dream of the day (night?):
I was playing a game that was a cross between Dwarf Fortress and Pharaoh (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pharaoh_%28video_game%29).
I kind of wish it was real. It was actually kind of cool.
Give Timber and Stone (http://www.timberandstonegame.com/) a try, it's sorta similar. I think.
Post by: Sirus on October 29, 2015, 11:52:00 am
Or maybe that should be "one unending bad dream"
In the first dream, I had been close witness to a massacre. Hoodlums were chopping old people to bits, cutting off heads and the like, and I saw it all happen.
Then I dreamed that I had woken up, and upon logging onto my computer discovered that this massacre had in fact happened while I was asleep.
After that, things got creepy. I noticed that people were watching the house while I was there, whether standing across the street looking through my bedroom window or hanging out in my backyard, always leaving after I spotted them. I began getting strange, fake assignments from work (example: go to Oakland and pick up a load from "Black Man", no address. Yeah, I dunno). I began to see people spying on me at work as well. The same people.
Eventually I called the cops to tell them that people were snooping around my house and I felt like I was in danger. The guy in charge of investigating not only didn't believe me, but was openly hostile. Then his partner pulled me aside and asked if I recognized him. It was one of the people following me around.
I woke up well before my alarm went off, but I didn't much care by that point.
Post by: Yoink on October 30, 2015, 03:23:23 pm
Did not sleep well last night. Too many bad dreams ._.Daaaaaamn, dude. :o
Or maybe that should be "one unending bad dream"
In the first dream, I had been close witness to a massacre. Hoodlums were chopping old people to bits, cutting off heads and the like, and I saw it all happen.
Then I dreamed that I had woken up, and upon logging onto my computer discovered that this massacre had in fact happened while I was asleep.
After that, things got creepy. I noticed that people were watching the house while I was there, whether standing across the street looking through my bedroom window or hanging out in my backyard, always leaving after I spotted them. I began getting strange, fake assignments from work (example: go to Oakland and pick up a load from "Black Man", no address. Yeah, I dunno). I began to see people spying on me at work as well. The same people.
Eventually I called the cops to tell them that people were snooping around my house and I felt like I was in danger. The guy in charge of investigating not only didn't believe me, but was openly hostile. Then his partner pulled me aside and asked if I recognized him. It was one of the people following me around.
I woke up well before my alarm went off, but I didn't much care by that point.
Whoah. ...Hang on, what state are you in? Wasn't there a massacre just recently is Texas somewhere?
Edit: Found the news story (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLzxrzFCyOs). It's only breaking news so there's not much info, but... that's pretty dang creepy. o_o
Post by: klefenz on November 07, 2015, 12:33:47 am
Post by: Eric Blank on November 07, 2015, 12:51:33 am
I had a dream about my workplace being converted into a grocery outlet. A couple of them, actually. In one we all worked in a little building in the middle of the infinitely-vast store and had to grab cigarettes off a twenty foot tall shelf. They were poorly organized, which makes me angry of course. Our little building was actually a freezer, too. Go figure. It was cold.
In the other, I was working outside a produce department, again in the middle of an endlessly large grocery outlet. Had to stock and check dates on all the produce. And figure out where costumers grabbed something so we can return it. My coworker was not willing to help find things. The supervisor was running off to the other side of the building-in-a-building. It was weird.
Post by: Steelmagic on November 08, 2015, 05:49:48 am
I was the leader of a SWAT team attacking a building held by criminals of an unknown sort. Apparently our best tactic was literally to charge in, and while I don't remember much, everybody but me and one other guy died, and I lost my rifle. Fortunately, I had an idea. I drew my pistol, and began mimicking Revolver Ocelot and shooting the criminals, occasionally dropping my pistol. I'm pretty certain it actually worked, but the rest of the dream is forgotten.
I had just finished MGS 3 a day or two before, it being the first MGS game I had ever played.
Post by: Pencil_Art on November 10, 2015, 03:11:56 am
Post by: Eric Blank on November 10, 2015, 12:59:42 pm
I had to ascend the ramp, and then another, to find a spot where I could hopefully hide behind the ramp until they had all passed. The Medusa came first, and of course she spotted me. At this point it was apparently an RPG where everything had a health bar. I tried killing her with my big sword, but everyone else was aggro'd and I would be overwhelmed.
Somehow, the dream threw me out on the roof of a much larger pentagonal wall surrounding a courtyard. In the courtyard was, of course, the queen again, surrounded by minions and death. The other torso was crawling around and around the wall. While I was obscured from the monsters below, there was no way to avoid being caught by that other giant. Outside the wall was open ocean beneath steep cliffs. And there was no way down. I had to descend a ladder into the courtyard.
Again, I was caught by a Medusa, and after killing her the queen and others started to arrive. There was some object over by a pile of rubble I thought I could use or destroy to kill the queen, but I don't think I ever made it...
Post by: NJW2000 on November 10, 2015, 01:45:44 pm
Post by: Yoink on November 10, 2015, 03:39:53 pm
It was all very surreal. Kinda wish I could go back to sleep but oh well.
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on November 11, 2015, 12:40:39 am
...the "queen" or whatever, who was apparently a 300 foot giant or something, but only the upper half. Everything below the ribs was missing.Sounds like the Moon Lord from Terraria, only with less flying and lasers.
I actually had a (briefly) lucid dream recently, which is rare for me. I was wandering around a dark, gloomy mall with some stranger about my age, whom I didn't like and who kept casually destroying things as we went. I spotted a friend of mine in some cafe front, and my companion decided to get his attention by pulling a circular saw blade out of nowhere and using it to smash a window, which my friend was understandably unhappy with. (I think he was busy meeting with the cafe owner, too.) the guy just shrugged and said the window would be fine "when the area reloads" or something, and sure enough, the next moment everything was in a slightly different place and the window was back. So he tried to break the window again. When I took the saw from him, he slapped a magnet on the glass with a note on the back.
Somehow, after the saw blade, the reloading, and the general absurdity of the situation, a magnet sticking to glass was what tipped me off to it being a dream. I managed not to immediately wake up, for once, so I tried studying things more closely. I quickly realized the "extra" had no face: he had a vague suggestion of eyes and a nose when I was looking elsewhere, but when I looked directly at him a cheek-sized chunk of smooth skin would follow my gaze. I tried to imagine what his face could look like, but instead his face started to turn green in patches and form bug eyes and sharp teeth. I woke myself up before it got too creepy; the mall felt oddly claustrophobic.
My perception of time was very strange; I can remember it feeling like longer than I feel like I remember it taking, if that makes any sense. I actually woke up when I normally do, which makes me wonder if the sped-up lucid segment was an "excuse" for me waking up, a sort of meta twist ending. I wouldn't put it past my dreams to have a weird literary ending.
Post by: flabort on November 13, 2015, 12:15:08 pm
pulling tears away chunks of arm and face, scissors pass through and don't cut hairs away. Stuck for day at work with elbow comically above head. people laugh, because no shirt due to arm stuck. Realize also forgot pants. Boss fires me, but is old boss not current boss.
Post by: Spehss _ on November 15, 2015, 10:06:06 am
I'm a dwarf fighter equipped with a spear and chainmail. I'm working for some drow nobles as a guard, guess that makes me a mercenary. I'm hired to protect a drow duke's daughter. Standing outside the daughter's bedroom in the middle of the night, guarding the door, bored as hell. Dozing off. Suddenly, screaming from inside the bedroom wakes me up. I rush in to find a demon terrorizing the girl. The demon turns to me as soon as I enter. Dream me identifies the demon as a "melan", a spectre in the form of a half human half spider hybrid, like the drow driders, except instead of arms and hands it has scythe-like appendages, and it's bony and chitin-y and all black. It has no head. A single touch of the melan causes instant death.
Being a level 1 warrior, I take the logical approach to the appearance of an insta-kill demon and run like hell out of there. Fortunately the melan follows me and leaves the drow girl alone. Sunrise comes, the melan leaves, and I report the incident to the drow duke. He is less than enthused at hearing how I valiantly fled in the face of a demonic entity of death which was terrorizing his daughter. He fires me and sends me out on a quest, along with a dwarf priest, a drow ranger, and some fourth guy.
Thus begins the dnd campaign. The players are a dwarf fighter, a dwarf cleric, a drow ranger, and some fourth guy. My brain swears there was a fourth guy, but I can't remember any details. Our noble quest: To find the drow duke's daughter's favorite cup, which was lost. So the party is heading out into the forest. I'm carrying everyone's weapons in my hands, apparently, and it's a big hassle to keep them all together. Also the melan is present the entire time, whispering grim tidings of death in my ear, while noisily eating an apple with its nonexistent head.
We enter the forest and are wandering around when I wake up. When I fell back asleep I dreamed some other dream I can't remember as well, and never got to finish this one.
Post by: NJW2000 on November 15, 2015, 10:19:36 am
whispering grim tidings of death in my ear, while noisily eating an apple with its nonexistent head.
If real d&D was like this, I would want to play it.
Post by: Spehss _ on November 15, 2015, 10:20:54 am
With the power of IMAGINAAAAATION~ anything is possible.whispering grim tidings of death in my ear, while noisily eating an apple with its nonexistent head.
If real d&D was like this, I would want to play it.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 15, 2015, 12:44:53 pm
My gm let our warlock turn undead zombies into a meat golem and even gave it stats and special rules for its use. It was the best golem.
Too bad my pet badger turned out to be a figment of my imagination (and that one time i imagined it biting somebody i had actually shot them?) when it was realized I didn't take the class specialization for pets. Fucking rangers I thought everyone gets a badger!
My dream last night revolved around a RTS game where I was getting my ass kicked by the ai. I later learned the ai actually started with more buildings than just a single capital and some peasants. Cheating bastards.
Post by: nomoetoe on November 21, 2015, 03:06:56 pm
In another dream I was a bit lucid, I got close to getting the dream I wanted but I woke up before I did.
Then in the third dream I was a reality warper, I mostly just floated around and did mundane stuff, but eventually I got very angry and decided to kill all life on earth, I never was able to do that sadly, my most impressive "attack" was a bubble full of air that exploded violently, but it didn't hurt anyone. I couldn't do anything better then that so I decided I would shove my fingers into peoples throats to rip them apart, I chased a girl in a shopping cart in order to attack her, but then she disappeared, so I ripped open a chocolate bar wrapper to try and find her, I never did find her because I woke up.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 22, 2015, 12:37:10 am
Actually, sounds like something a mental patient would go on about. "She's in the candy bars! I know she is! I have to kill her before she gets away!"
My dream recently was quite stupid. I was at work, a bastardization of my workplace actually. I had to change lightbulbs, help customers as they come in waves just like in reality (seriously. Folks trickle in and look around for a couple minutes, then they all run up to the registers at once and form a line that remains backed up for 45 minutes. The store is empty for five minutes, then people start trickling in...) except my register was out in the middle of the sales floor. I was completely surrounded. then the owners' mum came in and I had to remove all the dead fish from the indoor saltwater pond thing. Apparently nobody ever fed them/there was a lack of oxygen and only she ever bothered to check? It was pretty gross.
I had to carry all these cuttlefish and seahorses and whatnot out in a five gallon bucket to dispose of them in a construction site next door. I got cut off repeatedly by the construction crews. They got pissy if I pushed past them anyway.
Post by: Yoink on November 22, 2015, 03:46:35 pm
That dream hit a bit too close to home. >.>
It was a good dream, though- if perhaps one of those dreams that makes you sad to leave it.
Post by: Rubidium on November 23, 2015, 08:40:19 am
There was an evil Deviant insulting me. He even made this journal called "BLOCK THIS USER" yet he didn't even block me.
I was going to make a journal stating to block him, but... I woke up.
Post by: TempAcc on November 23, 2015, 09:12:28 am
So, for some reason we had to open it, and then get the body out of the coffin. The body was mostly liquefied by now and was absolutely disgusting to mess with. I remember we had to pull it out of the coffin and the dead, gooey flesh gave away and sloshed over our hands. Easily one of the most disgusting dreams I've had in a while. I have no memories of the dead person's identity, but I faintly remember it being the corpse of a woman, because of the inscription on the lid.
Post by: WillowLuman on November 23, 2015, 08:23:56 pm
So, we reach the moon, decide we need to go back to get something to smooth out a patch of moon dust to build a base on (as well as stuff to build a base with, I guess) and headed back. We were unable to launch again due to lightning danger from a storm, but we sat around thinking it was pretty cool that we did go once. Being a dream, every logistical aspect of this trip was completely unrealistic.
Post by: Rubidium on November 24, 2015, 08:19:54 am
I was playing a New Super Mario Bros Wii-like game. Only this time, it had Hetalia characters in it.
I played a stage... a creepy one. You start outside, and then you go inside. It looks like you're underground. It looks weird. I stepped on a Koopa with a spike on its chest.
When I got out of the cave... I ACTUALLY EXPERIENCED IT. It looked like my gym locker except creepier.
Oh yeah. I played the stage as America.
Post by: Bohandas on November 24, 2015, 11:13:10 am
Post by: GiglameshDespair on November 24, 2015, 06:21:50 pm
My dreams seem to be becoming increasingly generic. Cliches like "didn't study" and "forgot pants" never used to pop up but now they do.Oh, no! You forgot to study your pants!
Post by: Sebastian2203 on November 25, 2015, 02:34:55 am
It involved a guilt from irl event where I got drunk and was mean to this girl, in the dream it felt like I have committed some felony, and it somehow escalated to drugs, eviction notice and living in a shitty street full of murder. Now I barely remember waking up and flipping my pillows and shaking a bit then falling asleep.. For no reason...
Then another dream was me spitting hundreds of rhymes without a break, I even remember my fav music in the background. I felt like cheap musician on stage.
Last dream was me riding a bike with my irl buddies, trough a city I have been before and screaming something about my ego.
Post by: Arx on November 25, 2015, 01:10:12 pm
Post by: pisskop on November 29, 2015, 11:04:18 am
Upon waking I realized just how distrubing the dream, and concept, was.
Post by: Tawa on November 29, 2015, 03:58:49 pm
Wh... what...? I-I'm an agnostic, besides...
Post by: hops on November 29, 2015, 10:33:33 pm
Post by: NRDL on November 29, 2015, 10:52:06 pm
Hotel rooms lead to really interesting dreams.
Post by: Yoink on November 30, 2015, 07:53:02 am
Some little boy excitedly agrees to that, receives handstand and (I think) gets his photo snapped by his parents, but then realises that the ground beneath his hands was actually wet cement, which somehow quick-dried once his hands were in it. A bunch of spare change fell out of his pockets and the man, who I think was wearing clown makeup, quickly grabbed it all up, said something unapologetic to the upset kid, then scarpered.
Then the dream basically replayed that scenario in live-action, and then continued the story with the kid stuck there upside down for hours (luckily for him, the dream seemed to ignore the unpleasant effects of gravity on upside-down people and their circulatory systems).
A series off odd characters passed through the dream, either trying to help the kid escape his predicament or hindering him in some way. His parents waited around for a while then, heartlessly enough, got bored and left. I think he eventually escaped and had some more zany adventures which probably lead into later dreams, but it's been a while and I don't remember any more. It was interesting, though.
Post by: BlackFlyme on December 01, 2015, 09:23:12 am
After searching, it was eventually found. The secret was kept in a tiny gold-coloured gift bag, with a tiny lock around the rope handles.
I woke up before I could open it.
Post by: Starver on December 03, 2015, 01:37:06 am
It doesn't start at the party, but it might as well do . The party of an auntie (who actually died, a few months ago IRL, but never mind about that, although I had to think hard, once I'd woken whether or not she or my uncle was still around).
I then had to get home, and didn't have my own transport for some reason. My parents were there at the party (had taken me there? ...we have been known to double-up like that), but weren't leaving, yet, so a taxi was called (by the Aunt, it seems... and this is significant).
During the journey home I'm not paying too much attention, except for some geographic features I recognise (bastardisations of real-world features, like two railway-crossings of nearly parallel tracks in short order, along a stretch of road. In reality, both the crossing points are bridges and they aren't on the route home that even my theoretical dreamworld geography should have conceived of).
But then I'm approaching my 'hometown', so I pack everything back up that I'd been working with, on the back seat. The taxi driver has only been told the hometown, and not the address (Auntie's information, no doubt) and goes past the bottom of the street he should go up, so I helpfully direct him into the right right area... but something's wrong. The streets below 'mine' are being redeveloped! I don't remember this, the last time I came 'home', but based on the "third on the left", I am delivered 'home'. Except that it isn't mine... I realise we're in a different part of the estate than we should be. Further up one of the roads. 'Scuse me, Mr Taxi Driver, can we just go back a bit... where 'my house' should be is part of the redevelopment! It's redeveloped! Or, at least, flattened and gravel-strewn. I leap out, over the fencing, try to find a remnant of my 'home'.
Then it clicks. This isn't my house but my parents' house! I don't live in 'hometown' at all, but in where-I-actually-live. (But, IRL, I consider where I currently live as my 'house', and my parents' house my 'home', still.) I work this out only after running in my mind through the various locations where I must actually live (a close analogue to the pattern of house-moves that a friend of mine made, in actual real life, around the area, implying my dream-self was far more mobile and thus liable to be confused by his current abode).
So I need to go to my house, which the taxi driver is 'happy' to do (he was asked to take me to my house, so he will, albeit that it's a longer trip) and along the way I confirm by phone that my 'home' was indeed willingly vacated by my parents for a new place (they aren't going to have the nasty surprise that I was going to have, they just haven't told me yet). But the start of the journey in the right direction goes wrong and I have to be a bit creative in my directions, which I'm fairly sure I get a bit wronger, heading off in an incorrect direction, up into the hills. To save face, I'm looking for the turn back in the right direction, but local geography doesn't comply with my wishes, and we're heading further and further off in the wrong direction, not helped by coming up on junctions too quickly to respond to the road-signs (yet us both reading them, and the taxi-driver keeps on asking me if I'm sure I wasn't supposed to say 'left' there... which I was, but I deny).
Meanwhile, my mobile phone is not operating how it should be. All kinds of menu-like displays that it shouldn't have (indeed, doesn't have, IRL) get in the way of making a direct call to my parents, even while I'm trying to get the taxi back on track, all the while the 'happy to help' taxi driver is fretting that he'd planned to get back to his own area, by now, for another passenger. But he's obliged to stick with me until I can (somehow) direct him to my house, something he increasingly doubts I can do. And then my mobile phone makes a beep which seems to suggest it's out of power (certainly for transmitting, though the display is Ok, if still confusing). And then I fall asleep..?
I'm at my parents' new house! A strange multistory affair with inbuilt retracting ladders for access and... nothing like they'd want, I'm fairly sure. I explain that I'm supposed to be in this taxi and going to my house, and after I break through some of my mother's usual ignoring of my wishes (to get me to get some other work done) she tells me that I must be dreaming this bit, perhaps being made to dream by the taxi-driver, and that I just need to wake up to sort things out. And one way to wake up is to try to read something that is written down, in a dream (indeed, this is something that is said IRL). So I read some labels. Successfully. I do not wake up (either once, or twice! ...noting that I'd already been reading things 'one level out', so...) and I'm still there, 'aware' that my sleeping body is being taken on a directionless taxi-drive. And the world around my parents new home is strange. There's funny planes and gliders flying by this complex. (Funniest of all, the glider is on a tow-cable from the plane. But not being towed by the plane, but being held back by it... somehow, i.e. slowing it down, and yet it isn't falling) and cars on the road outside look distinctly futuristic, as do a lot of clothes being worn by people. As does someone's wheelchair/bike thingy, of someone we 'know' who comes to visit, all whilst I'm trying to make sense of my parents' new home, wake up from this obvious dream of (and/or 'transportation' into) the future and work out what to tell the taxi driver when I wake up back in his cab, totally off-course (although I think I already had him double-back, without admitting that we were doubling back... but not sure how or when).
And then I woke up. For real. If this is awake.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on December 03, 2015, 09:06:05 am
I'm starting to consider keeping a dream journal.
Post by: nomoetoe on December 03, 2015, 05:14:21 pm
dream 1
I forgot most of the dream but in this dream I had the ability to transform, my first transformation kind of looked like a small silver deathclaw (or at least the hands did I never saw my entire body in this transformation) it made me much stronger, the next transformation was basically the same except I got bigger my claws extended and my skin turned orange. My third transformation turned my into a big robot, my fourth transformation turned me into a much, much bigger robot about 2 stories tall. At some point I was in my normal human form and was inside of a motel and I was hiding from zombies, I never did see any zombies but I did hear them. Some fighting happened at some points and apparently I had a final form I never did reach it though.
dream 2
I don't remember much but I was in my house and I was with two other people and we were being attacked by a giant centaur, he was attacking us with big plant-like tentacles. (oh my) I tried to help but I wasn't very useful. Eventually I just run away to some nearby building across the street and I'm no longer me, I am now a weird flying woman, I was showing me and some other people some really weird song with a frog, but I eventually got bored of that and decided to go fight the monster, me and some other guy told me it was too dangerous, I just laugh and make a bubble of air and inflate it till it explodes with a "meow" sound. Slowly floating towards my target some random man is being very serious and tells me we need a plan or something. While he is telling me this I make a weird "inside out bubble" After it inflated and popped, It also made a "meow" noise.
dream 3
Once again for some reason I am a woman, and I once again have powers, I talking with my family and for some reason we wanted or needed to go back in time, my mom pulls out a device that opens a little wormhole like thing that can send us back in time, I tell her that isn't necessary, I then with a lot of effort (and grunting) crack the air in front of me, I then punch the crack in the air opening a hole to the past, I then pull on the edges of the time hole to make it bigger. Other things happened like, showing people different places in different times giving them a close up view of the Andromeda galaxy, and me settling down with someone and making a town.
dream 4
I forgot most of the dream but in this dream I had the ability to transform, my first transformation kind of looked like a small silver deathclaw (or at least the hands did I never saw my entire body in this transformation) it made me much stronger, the next transformation was basically the same except I got bigger my claws extended and my skin turned orange. My third transformation turned my into a big robot, my fourth transformation turned me into a much, much bigger robot about 2 stories tall. At some point I was in my normal human form and was inside of a motel and I was hiding from zombies, I never did see any zombies but I did hear them. Some fighting happened at some points and apparently I had a final form I never did reach it though.
Post by: Tawa on December 05, 2015, 04:03:22 pm
INTERLUDE: A bunch of random people played dodgeball in a swimming pool. Several of them were relocated to the kiddie pool, where they resumed playing dodgeball.
I was a soldier again, and I was hanging around a base of some sort. This time, I had to capture guinea pigs using mouse traps. If I didn't do that, stegosauruses would come and eat them. I learned that the hard way, then captured four of them and put them in a box.
A dream I had later was supposedly an episode of the TV show Monk, but it didn't make any sense. There was a classroom full of people in lab coats. This professor guy was writing on the chalkboard when this black dude looked at this bottle he was holding, which was foaming up pretty badly. He had an "oh crap" kind of expression on his face; immediately afterward, if I recall correctly, Detective Gumshoe from Ace Attorney busted into the room. Suddenly, the black guy's bottle exploded, covering everybody in the room in white foam. Cut to Monk. Monk is standing in front of a chalkboard in some sort of safehouse and keeps repeating to himself about how "it's obviously a spy" and "this case was made for us". I then woke up.
Post by: Eric Blank on December 06, 2015, 01:58:00 am
I was a soldier again, and I was hanging around a base of some sort. This time, I had to capture guinea pigs using mouse traps. If I didn't do that, stegosauruses would come and eat them. I learned that the hard way, then captured four of them and put them in a box.
If guinea pigs attract stegasauruses you have a legitimate problem that needs solving.
I dreamed recently I was playing an rts game something like empire earth II, but everyone was insect sized fighting over territory in a field of dandelions by the sea. The AI was kicking my ass, honestly. First it was a neighboring civ that wanted my head. Then it was some barbarian horsemen come and wipe us out. I restarted the game and scouted the barbarians early to learn that... They started with a complete fortress including stables and towers. Typical cheating AI.
Post by: Baffler on December 08, 2015, 01:24:28 pm
Cut ahead, and it was afternoon now. A lone bull moose strolled out of the forest on the far bank about 80 yards upstream. He was huge, even for a moose, and had an impressive set of antlers. I flipped the safety off on my rifle, and went to look for him through the scope. Through the scope, I saw something back in the treeline, maybe 30 yards upstream of the moose. It looked vaguely like a man, and I didn't want to point my gun at him, so I swapped out for my binoculars. I looked around the area, but I couldn't find him. I started to worry that it was another hunter, and I didn't want some random asshole who had just stumbled out of the woods to get the beautiful moose I'd been waiting literally all day for, so I brought my rifle to bear again and found the moose. I was dialed in and seconds away from pulling the trigger when it stopped drinking and looked off in the direction of the man I saw earlier. It tore off downstream, almost straight toward me. At first I thought he'd shot it and missed, but I hadn't heard anything. I tried to track it through the scope, but I didn't even manage to squeeze a shot off before it made it into the trees about 30 yards ahead of me and out of sight.
I was even more annoyed now that this guy had scared away the moose, but then I realized what had just happened. It wasn't a deer that had just bolted, but a 3/4 ton pile of muscle and anger that had a legitimate chance of fighting off a bear. In hindsight it was probably my realizing the inconsistency that brought things in the way they went from here on out rather than any kind of planning. I started scanning the treeline with my binoculars for the guy again, and this time I spotted him. He was standing at the edge of the woods, only about 80 yards away now. He had been watching the moose, but after a second he turned and looked right at me. He started laughing like he'd just pulled a prank on me, and it had the eerie effect of being right in my ears despite the man himself being pretty damn far away. I put my binoculars down and picked up my rifle, intending to climb down and see what was what.
He was right there. The laughing had gotten louder, and the thing was hanging from a branch to my immediate right, leaning in so its face was maybe 6 inches from my shoulder. It was grinning like a madman, but stood stock still. I panicked and hit it in the face with my rifle butt. The laughter stopped, but I might as well have hit a concrete wall. That only lasted for a second though. Grin still there, it lurched toward me and I started hearing a grating scream instead. I fell out of the treestand and landed spread-eagle, but I was still terrified and managed to scramble to my feet and start running toward the stream. I could hear it drop down from the tree and start chasing me with heavy footfalls, but I didn't look back. I damn near vaulted the stream, and looked back to see that it was gone. I looked all around, rifle ready, but there was absolutely nothing.
Something stirred in a bush near the tree stand, but before I could bring my rifle up I saw that it was just the moose from earlier. I was still kind of bent out of shape so it didn't occur to me to give the moose its space, but he didn't seem to mind me at all and just starting placidly drinking from the stream not 10 feet away from me. My alarm woke me up shortly after.
Post by: Baffler on December 08, 2015, 01:27:07 pm
-snip-
You're actually experiencing a waking dream right now. If you pay attention you'll see that the content of this post changes slightly every time you refresh the page.
Post by: Shadowlord on December 08, 2015, 02:25:02 pm
I opened a can of coca-cola, took a sip, tasted it, and immediately spit it out, saying "That's disgusting!"
It tasted exactly like I remembered it. Then I said "I'm glad they cancelled it" and dumped out the rest of the can.
The End.
Post by: Yoink on December 08, 2015, 03:51:00 pm
Spoiler: Spoilered for length and rambliness, beware (click to show/hide)
Now to head off to work...
Post by: Twinwolf on December 08, 2015, 03:55:02 pm
I usually don't remember most of my dreams, except sometimes certain parts that are particularly distinct. Like the one I had last night, I distinctly remember it looking like Puella Magi Madoka Magica for some reason.
Considering that show being what it is, it was probably a nightmare.
Post by: Eric Blank on December 09, 2015, 04:02:50 am
Couple nights ago I dreamed I and one friend were wandering a blighted landscape and approached a strange, long concrete building. Just as we were getting up to it, the storm building around us picked up and a huge vortex opened in the sky above. The vortex spawned many dragons' heads + necks which began whipping down across the landscape far off in the distance. We hid inside, and in the building we knew there were ghosts, demons, something. Other survivors. We rested in the first two rooms for a brief while, admiring the horrors in the heavens. Then we started clearing. The building room by room. We never actually found anything.
Post by: Yoink on December 09, 2015, 08:07:01 pm
I was involved in a battle/gang war over some lucrative kind of mine. On my side (I'm not sure if I was the 'leader' of our faction or not) were at least a couple of my IRL family members, various footsoldiers, and I believe an old classmate from high school (who I have met only once since then) was also involved somehow. There were probably others I'm forgetting.
The enemy faction was headed by some portly old tycoon-type fellow, whose general appearance seemed to be based off, oddly enough, Mr Underwood from Timesplitters 2, right down to the bowler hat. Although I suppose he may also have been inspired by Colonel W.C. Greene, an early 1900s mining magnate who looked vaguely similar to Mr Underwood in appearance from the photos I've seen of him. Along with his wife and a small army of enforcers they were determined to take control of this mine no matter what nastiness they had to do to get it.
That was a cool dream. As always, I just wish I could remember more of it.
Post by: Starver on December 10, 2015, 05:56:44 am
The particular route of a train was interesting me. A high-speed train, that went down a slope (the valley mentioned) and back up the other side, in precisely the way that trains actually don't, especially when they instead have the option of an opportunistically-built viaduct or similar.
The train still took the route, though. I'd seen it head down (and back out the other side... I think), although most of its trip was out of my view. So I follow the tracks myself.
Part way down, the obvious tracks do something silly. Extreme hairpins. Internal radius of maybe a couple of meters, across several iterations. My dreamstate-self appreciated the mechanical impossibility of what would happen if the unit bogeys followed the track, and yet the unbending carriage itself had to sit atop such bogeys at each end! But I followed them down anyway, to the sandy area at the bottom of the valley.
Another thought struck me. The gauge! Those hairpin-looped tracks were narrower than the main tracks, quite significantly. Obviously they weren't the real tracks, as confirmed when a train suddenly thundered back in the opposite direction. Where the obvious narrow-gauge rails ran through the sand to the regular-gauge ones, the new train diverted off to the side via previously sand-hidden rails of the correct width. Obviously the real rails were hidden. And, even more obviously, that I should endeavour to follow them back up the hill!
Ploughing through the sand seemed easy enough, for a train (not that I'd want a real one to have to do so, at least not at speeds of 70 to 100mph). Further up, though, it appears the route travelled through a boulderfield ('through' as in the rocks covered the track, and the sheer force and speed of the train's transit would (apparently easily) plough through these rocks, although they'd largely fall back down upon the track afterwards, ready for the next train. Obviously.
Further up the hill, though, was a different arrangement. A concrete rail (more like a handrail) rose up and carried one side of the wheels, whilst the others sat atop a stone wall. A mortared one, of course. A dry-stone wall would have been nice, but that wouldn't have supported a multi-carriage passenger train thundering along at high speed, naturally, so the engineers look like they knew what they were doing.
Mostly. There were gaps in the wall, several metres long. But obviously that didn't matter too much with a high-speed train that would rattle over the gaps with ease. Health And Safety? What's that? And then there were the bicycles. The schoolkids' (?) bicycles, leant up against the wall (within the track-span), with scratched saddles where the flange of the bogey-wheels touched them. Obviously they only left the bikes and collected them when there wasn't a train due, or else this would be considered a dangerous situation. The guy in the wooden hut, nearby, might have been there to ensure nothing went amiss. But, in the position it was, how did the train even a-miss the hut?
And I think that's where I woke up. With very little idea of where (except back along the tracks) I was going with any of that.
...welcome to my mind.
Post by: itisnotlogical on December 10, 2015, 06:01:26 am
Anyway, things were alright, and for some reason I arrived in the middle of the night, and the party began with us... all going to sleep. I needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, so I was standing up walking around, trying not to trip on anything and find the bathroom. Then Suzy (who is Arin Hanson's wife in real life as well as the dream) mistook me for Arin in the dark, so she took me by the hand and started leading me to bed while kissing me on the back of the neck (try working that spatial reasoning out). She finally had me in a bed before I managed to convince her that I wasn't Arin, and when she released me I stood up, flicked on a light...
I was in a bathroom. The bed that I had been in wasn't there. Suzy was sleeping in a bathtub. I used the toilet, somehow totally unconcerned. Flushing the toilet activated not one, but two shower heads, which awoke Suzy. She asked "What is WRONG with you?", and I heatedly replied about how it's stupid that the toilet is linked to the shower heads somehow. After that, Suzy announced that I was kicked out of the house, which prompted a search for my phone that I had left somewhere in the mansion.
Everybody seemed apologetic, except for Suzy who was still sulking. I eventually found my phone on my desk (the actual desk that I have in my bedroom, complete with most of the things that are sitting on it right now) and started heading for the exit. Then I realized that I would need a key to get out, which is when I started drifting back to wakefulness.
Post by: Shadowlord on December 13, 2015, 03:53:20 pm
After I woke up I realized it was probably a terrible idea. :P (How are you gonna kick anyone out when their time is up without any employees there? Would also probably have to send someone to clean after every time it's used...)
Post by: nomoetoe on December 14, 2015, 08:14:15 pm
I then tried to make some armor for myself but the dream changed. into things.
Post by: Putnam on December 15, 2015, 04:49:04 am
except actually draco malfoy
and can go super saiyan blue
i basically woke up laughing
Post by: birdy51 on December 15, 2015, 05:46:58 am
Post by: TempAcc on December 15, 2015, 05:55:01 am
I spent nearly a week without remembering any of my dreams, and now this happens. Brain pls.
Post by: nomoetoe on December 15, 2015, 05:42:42 pm
In my second dream I again was a humanoid floating about, the world is a bit like fallout but a little different. I'm floating about usually in a relaxed position and some people see me, their absolutely terrified, it seems I have a reputation in this world, after doing a few things I might of grabbed and killed one of them not 100% sure about that. A little later I see some people coming in enclave power armor, I tell the people who are terrified of me that they should probably leave, I do so a few more times but they don't seem to notice. A big guy walks up to me and tells me I better do what he says or he'll kill the people with me, I inform him that he can kill them if he wants and that I don't care if they live or die. They attempt to show off their strength and I'm unimpressed. Suddenly an enormous bear starts running towards us, I fly toward it and grab it by the back of its neck and start slamming it into things, for some reason there is now a gorilla, I ignore the gorilla and continue to slam the bear into stuff, it eventually dies and I set my foot upon its corpse and I roar a mighty roar, The gorilla says to me "Wait!" I look back to it annoyed and I say "you interrupted my roar." The gorilla says to me "Sorry." Then I wake up.
Post by: penguinofhonor on December 17, 2015, 11:03:30 am
Post by: Eric Blank on December 19, 2015, 04:53:46 am
I have to take a carrier back to our HQ and grab some dropships. When I approach the planet, the planet's crust peels back like skin revealing a huge spot apparently made of dark brown clay. From the clay appears a man's face. The planet is alive, you see, and it is upset about a city being built, and a war being fought, on it's scalp. I press on, enter the atmosphere and begin skimming the surface towards the city. The planet opens many holes, and from each of them it launches a glob of brown goo to capture my ship. There are little man-sized insect things making it extra difficult. Eventually, I am captured. The "game" resets an suddenly I'm back at the point where I enter the atmosphere. I dodge the last few blobs this time, and reach the city. On the outskirts is not a dragon, but a massive orange-red sauropod dinosaur. Like, a thousand blue whales huge. As large as the castle. I fight more of the insect people to make it to the city and end up circling the castle to find no dropships. We eventually land and have to traverse the city on foot. The insects tell us, we may leave, but we must defeat the planet mono-a-mono. Like, a wrestling match with the sauropod. Another sauropod is helpfully provided. Two of us enter it, one behind the other, in a canopy between its shoulders. Our dinosaur grows to the same proportions as the other, and we fight. The wrestling match ends with us the loser.
The game resets again. We're at the part where we get our dinosaur. Once we reach the field, we struggle with the enemy for a much shorter time before we manage to flip is on its back and mount it. Eventually, we are victorious by suffocating it, or something... We are congratulated and released.
We never did find the fucking dropships. How the fuck were we supposed to invade a planet if we can't get to the ground!? The king was clearly too stoned to worry about the details.
Post by: TheBiggerFish on December 19, 2015, 01:05:24 pm
This is different than my usual not remembering having any.
Post by: Graknorke on December 20, 2015, 11:42:49 am
I'm a dick.
Post by: Starver on December 20, 2015, 04:29:18 pm
Stole a bunch of coffee and cocaine from organised criminals in an abandoned hospital and a hideout in the woods, in order to sell for profit.With all that coffee and cocaine, you must not have slept, let alone dreamt. ;)
Post by: miauw62 on December 20, 2015, 07:26:42 pm
And then she says something along the lines of "we need to talk" and she knows I have a crush on her. I panic and my mind goes to who could have betrayed me. I think I panicked so hard that I woke up but fell asleep again.
:(
Not even sure how genuine that reaction was. It was a dream, after all.
Post by: TheBiggerFish on December 20, 2015, 08:02:39 pm
*good-natured rib*
Post by: birdy51 on December 20, 2015, 10:40:16 pm
I was in a hospital, with various bits of medical equipment strewn about. I eventually reach a place where people are sitting, and realize that things are getting fuzzy. I begin to rub my hands together; a tip that is supposedly able to keep dreams from falling apart as I had a short conversation with the nurses there. I recall it being witty, but I soon woke up to the blackness of my eye lids.
Disappointing, but no so disappointing. Perhaps as I go lucid more often I may have actual time to speak with my subconscious self. Which is weird to think about.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on December 22, 2015, 12:44:25 pm
I turn behind me, nobody was there.
I turn back, nobody´s in the mirror.
That dream was more creepy than I would like.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on December 23, 2015, 05:16:51 am
I was at a tournament with my friends, in the usual unreal atmosphere of atypical situations that the tournament atmosphere provides. I awaken in the hotel room on the second morning of the competition. I strike up a morning conversation with my friends about all the strange coincidences and connections we experience at tournaments. A minor argument erupts over the nature of these coincidences and if they have any meaning.
Flash.
I open the door of the bathroom. It does not lead to the bathroom. It exits an elevator on an airport terminal walkway. We file out into the terminal, understandably somewhat panicked by this strange event. I note that this happened as soon as we were talking about the abnormality of everything. We begin to run down the terminal space, almost sprinting while trying not to draw attention.
Flash.
We are in a car, just three of us. We are driving to the tournament. I am in the passenger seat. I strike up a driving conversation with my friends about all the strange coincidences and connections we experience at tournaments. A major argument erupts over the nature of these coincidences and if they have any meaning. I lapse into sleep as I often do over these extra-long car rides.
Flash.
I rouse myself from sleeping with the familiar feeling of returning to continuous motion in a car. Before I open my eyes I feel myself grasping something in front of me, arms outstretched. I open my eyes. I am in the drivers seat. I am moving at 50 MPH. I am alone.
I crush down on the surge of panic to keep myself on the road. My driving is horribly erratic with all the grace expected of having just woken up to a great shock, but I avoid crashing. I try to spare some thought to figure out what is happening. I begin to remember the incident at the airport. I panic further. There is a combination Baptist church and quick stop on the right side of the road. I pull in, wanting to escape the road. The sheriff is locking the doors of the building, the service is about to start. I didn't know it was morning.
No matter, I back up the car to another spot, get out, and enter the quick stop instead. I don't know what I'm trying to do. I pace back and forth around one corner of a square shelf where the register cannot see me, trying to wring thoughts out of my mind and make sense of this. A man who looks remarkably like Denzel Washington enters the quick stop. I notice him, and in my continuous panic fear his approach. I take my keys in my left fist and the broken support of my umbrella in my right. He gets close enough to take notice of the armed man raving to himself in a corner, and steps away, trying to avoid a confrontation. When I do not approach or attack he starts to relax and look through the snacks shelf. After a bit, he turns to me and with all the presumption of the snide receptionist says:
"I guess your mind is just about gone, isn't it?"
I snap out of my introspection immediately. I tell him that anybody would be disturbed by the things I experienced today. He asks what it is that has me in crisis in the snack isle of a quick stop. I tell him that it would be irrelevant to describe, as nobody would consider what has happened plausible unless they were there. Without waiting for a response, I disregard what I just said and go on to describe how my friends have vanished. As I talk about it, I realize that I'm not really sure where I am.
"Denzel" responds much like most people confronting an apparent madman in a gas station would and makes a half-offer half-threat to get the police to help me find my friends. A woman enters the shop, we both ignore her. I tell him his "kindness" is poisoned. He looks rather upset.
Flash.
Darkness. I am in my room. My real room. I haven't been to a tournament in months. The fuzzy darkness starts to withdraw from my head. My skull hurts, as it often does after my more spirited nighttime adventures. The local time is 4:30 AM. I turn my lamp on since I'm certainly not going back to sleep. After a bit, I start to realize something. I knew my missing friends from the nightmare, but they aren't really my friends.
Life is funny.
Post by: Wolfhunter107 on December 26, 2015, 07:21:47 am
We then prepared to leave, which consisted of me shoving all my stuff(A combination of my actual possessions as well as stuff I didn't have) into a couple of suitcases. The next day, we began driving away for the town and volcano. The dream then switches to what must have been the town, despite a number of 1800s era trappings, being destroyed by pyroclastic flows. Then I woke up.
Post by: TheDarkStar on December 26, 2015, 10:40:18 am
-snip-
:o
That is one of the most surreal dreams I've read about.
Post by: Yoink on December 26, 2015, 10:48:25 am
Eric Blank's dream from the last page was pretty great, too. I need to get back into recording my dreams... lately I've been forgetting them all.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on December 26, 2015, 10:59:58 am
Man, it can get far more surreal than that. This one stood out, but it isn't even close to the top. When I have true fever dreams the wild things come out.-snip-
:o
That is one of the most surreal dreams I've read about.
One that I remember with some detail was Geometry Hell, a dream that consisted of my mental exploration of a space void of all matter except classical geometric shapes of various sizes and colors, all rendered in a way that appeared similar to the output of late 90's 3D modeling software. I can only recall having visited Geometry Hell once, but it stood out enough that I remember it years later.
In fact, now that I think of it various void-related nightmares are common while I have a fever. There's another one that is recurring is essentially a very intense version of the visual snow you get when your eyes are closed. Scenes suspended in the void form, twist, and deform rapidly into something else.
Post by: Yoink on December 26, 2015, 07:24:32 pm
And then I woke up and had to go to the real toilet to pee. ::)
There was an earlier, far more interesting dream about some sort of possibly post-apocalyptic wasteland and my (or whoever's I was in the dream) interactions with the people who lived there, but I can barely remember it. I believe there was plenty of action.
Post by: Steelmagic on December 26, 2015, 07:59:16 pm
Post by: Yoink on December 27, 2015, 09:30:07 pm
I, along with a couple of droogs, was searching for a pair of hobbit gangbangers in some town. I can't remember what my beef with them was, but I know I was trying to spot them without them spotting me first. We may have all been members of the same criminal organization; I was asking around for their whereabouts amongst people who seemed to know both them and I, and worried that some of them might have given my targets warning.
At some times I was nervously fidgeting with a small hold-out pistol that would fit easily in my front pocket or hidden in the palm of my hand, at other times I was packing an elvish shortsword like one from the LoTR films. I think I was also a hobbit myself in at least part of the dream, although I think I was myself for most of it... or maybe I was simply a short, hobbit-y version of me.
Similarly, it seemed like (memory's a bit hazy) somewhere along the line my rivals had simply switched from being black hoodlums from The Wire to being Frodo and Sam from the LoTR trilogy. I remember leaning through a window of some bar and talking to a couple of friends I made in the US, asking if there were any hobbits in the bar and giving a description of Frodo (I think I said, fairly slim for a hobbit, pale, with blue eyes and brown hair) and Sam.
As always, I wish I could remember more of the dream, such as just why I was after these two or who I was, whether I found them and who the guys backing me up were, but oh well, what I remember of it is quite entertaining on its own.
I know it was kind of intense at a few points. Walking along through this large outdoor yard at night, quite a few people around, thinking I spotted them and having my hand on the gun in my pocket... that was actually a pretty action-packed dream despite having less actual violence (that I can remember) than my usual ones.
There is a lot that I don't remember, though... I think there were some gang-related slayings at some point of the dream, or at least the fallout from them. Hell, maybe that was why I was after Frodo and Sam/whoever they were at other points in the dream.
Tl;Dr: I was a quantum hobbit thug hunting down some rival gang-bangers who happened to be Frodo and Samwise, packing a varied assortment of Elvish swords and handguns as I and my buddies searched this strange town that was a dream-twisted mixture of various places and memories.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on December 27, 2015, 10:48:48 pm
I wish I could remember more of that one.
Post by: Tawa on December 31, 2015, 12:42:55 pm
The only part I specifically remember is leaning back in a chair when a tarantula snuck up on me and scared the hell out of me.
Post by: NRDL on January 01, 2016, 03:46:56 am
Post by: Starver on January 01, 2016, 01:58:29 pm
Part of it involved taking an old book (first volume of a nascent series) and by some strange means or other (involving using my server as a workstation, which I normally try not to do) manipulated an electronic version of a newer book (second volume of that series) into a state that I could insert its pages (matched for paper quality and size) into the original tattered copy, from which I'd then remove the original pages to (I presume) get a brand-new-looking proper Second Volume copy, without actually bookbinding the loose-leafs of the 2nd together as a new book.
It was an interestingly satisfying process, save for the necessity to copy and paste the contents of attachments over the hyperlinks to those attachments (or something along those lines) that liberally dotted the 2nd Vol source text where they should have just had the attachment contents run straight through in a plain flatfile.
As far as that part was concerned, I've got no idea what the symbolism/back-reference to Real Life was. (Beyond really needing to work on that server, but that was but a minor element...)
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on January 01, 2016, 08:06:22 pm
In fact, now that I think of it various void-related nightmares are common while I have a fever. There's another one that is recurring is essentially a very intense version of the visual snow you get when your eyes are closed. Scenes suspended in the void form, twist, and deform rapidly into something else.
My fever dreams seem to have a motif of infinite space, or billions of subdivisions. (always billions.) When I was very little, they were always about some (infinitely large) invisible giant forcing a fairy to carry (infinitely heavy) invisible boulders (an infinite distance) across a featureless white plain. Really the only thing visible was the fairy being slowly crushed under some vague suggestion of glass.
Then one time I got sick and dreamt that my dad and I were flying WW2-era biplanes over my bed. We were under an inch tall, with planes to match, and the giant stood over the real me in my bed, and I saw that he was really only about 3 feet tall. We were all trapped in a box above my bed by some sort of forcefield, but in the end the giant went down like some Kaiju, and I never had those dreams again.
Now my fever dreams are about me breaking something into tiny pieces and being faced with the prospect of spending years fixing it.
Post by: Arcvasti on January 03, 2016, 01:56:21 am
In fact, now that I think of it various void-related nightmares are common while I have a fever. There's another one that is recurring is essentially a very intense version of the visual snow you get when your eyes are closed. Scenes suspended in the void form, twist, and deform rapidly into something else.
My fever dreams seem to have a motif of infinite space, or billions of subdivisions. (always billions.) When I was very little, they were always about some (infinitely large) invisible giant forcing a fairy to carry (infinitely heavy) invisible boulders (an infinite distance) across a featureless white plain. Really the only thing visible was the fairy being slowly crushed under some vague suggestion of glass.
oOOOH, sharing fever dreams. I remember being giant and in space and holding the Earth in my hands. My hands were turning to crystal and wouldn't interlock correctly. I needed to keep the Earth where it was, but I couldn't touch it with the crystal parts of my hands or I'd ruin it. And my hands wouldn't quite touch right, my fingertips kept bumping against one another instead of interlacing. I was also awake for this fever dream, which would have been vaguely trippy if I hadn't been so out of it.
Post by: Yoink on January 04, 2016, 12:30:25 am
An earlier one involved some sort of school, and I believe an investigation of some kind at that school- or perhaps I was searching for someone who was/had been attending said school at some stage? Don't remember much at all of that one.
The next one I remember was set either in medieval times or some post apocalyptic semi-wasteland.
I was a member of some group of warriors, and I vaguely remember having some pretty snazzy equipment. At some point, though, I lost whatever weapon I'd been issued with somehow and replaced it with a long aluminium pole instead. Other than that, all I remember is one moment where I was eyeing off some potentially hostile group that was near where we were... or perhaps they were at our objective. I really wish I could remember more of this one. :(
Lastly I remember being in a library, looking for a book to read- possibly a book about/inspired by the previous dream.
I was struggling to find the correct section (I saw a section titled 'Warriors' and figured that would be relevant, but then couldn't find it again and eventually decided that it didn't exist) when a group of people showed up beside me in the aisle.
They were led by this tall Indian-looking dude who seemed kinda irritated about something, perhaps the book they sought wasn't there? Anyway, he spoke to the others, planning out what they were going to do next, and then without looking grabbed my sleeve. I was standing just behind and to the left of him, so he thought I was someone else.
I said something like, "Uh, hey," and he looked over, realised his mistake, then grinned and sort of shook me up and down by my shirt (which was actually a blue woollen jumper which I own in real life) before releasing me. I jokingly complained about this, then most of them left and I joked around with one of their party before she was called away as well.
Then I found the 'adventure' section and was briefly excited to see a new Ken Follett novel, only to be dismayed upon realising it was set in Australia. I think I read the blurb, complained (in my head or out loud?) about Mr. Follett choosing such a boring setting, and then I woke up. *shrug*
Edit: One dream I remember a bit more of was from a few nights ago.
I was in some kind of supermarket, I believe I was working there since I seemed to spend quite a lot of time in the place.
At some point I discovered a colony of rats/mice living in one of the displays (I think it was at the end of an aisle) and, me being me, decided to start feeding them. I did this for a while. I can't remember quite what I was feeding them, but somehow either the food, the little bits of training I tried giving them or a combination of both caused them to start gaining sapience.
As they became smarter they also became less fearful of humans, expecting others to be as kindly as me... perhaps "smarter" is the wrong word.
Anyway, they stopped being quite as careful as they had been before, and were spotted by some of my co-workers who, vile human beings that they were, wanted to exterminate the rodents. I had to stop people from stomping on/otherwise murdering them more than once. I'm pretty sure I went to great lengths to protect my little friends.
Somehow, though, I wound up being shrunk down to rat-size after all this had been going on for some time and... they attacked me. :-\
I think I escaped, or perhaps convinced them not to eat me, that I was still their friend, but I'm not sure. That's the last part I remember.
Post by: Tawa on January 04, 2016, 07:07:36 am
Afterward I went to a high school. It was the first day back from winter break, you see. During the daily pledge-of-allegiance thing, they made the students hide behind bookshelves and magazine racks for some reason. I then found out that a candy bar gifted unto me yesterday had actually been given to me by some Asian kid I'd never met, because apparently my brain is into personal-history revisionism.
After this there was a total shift in tone when it became a reverse whodunnit after somebody got killed in the principal's office and I somehow instinctively knew Kristoph Gavin from Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney was behind it. I was suddenly James Bond now, sneaking around the school to find evidence to convict Kristoph with. At that moment, I got caught by a surveillance camera. M helped the guards who came catch me for some reason.
I came to in the janitor's closet, where some guy was tied up in there. Just as I untied them and started asking questions, I woke up.
5/7 would dream again.
Post by: Tawa on January 07, 2016, 10:11:04 pm
I had two dreams; in one dream, I got a college degree to teach physics at a high school, but I apparently never took any physics courses, because apparently in dreamland getting a degree in teaching a subject doesn't require you to know anything about what you're going to teach.
My other dream involved Donald Trump at my grandmother's house for some reason. While he was there, Gordon Freeman jumped out of a closet and beat the hell out of him with a crowbar, which was... satisfying.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on January 07, 2016, 10:22:15 pm
~~~
... interesting.
Post by: Shook on January 09, 2016, 08:59:53 am
Also this night, i had a slightly unusual dream, in that it wasn't actually completely whacked out. In this dream, i got a glimpse of myself as i'd be if i were without social anxiety. Thankfully, contrary to what i'm kind of fearing (that i'd turn into a huge asshole the moment i lost my fear of rejection), i was actually a cool guy, with things like greetings and "later dubes" coming naturally instead of me having to plan it all in advance. That, and i wasn't afraid of making jokes at my own expense in front of what amounted to maybe half a classroom's worth of peers. It was nice, and goes to show that my brain does know what it's like to not be shy and/or anxious. Now to carry that out to meatspace. :P
Post by: TheBiggerFish on January 09, 2016, 11:56:20 am
I think we all need Surprise Gordon Freeman Closets to take care of unwanted guests. :vSig'd.
Post by: TD1 on January 09, 2016, 12:26:01 pm
I don't know why my dream-self went on a god-harvesting spree.
Post by: flabort on January 09, 2016, 07:03:22 pm
People were collecting pieces of divinity from dead gods. They were like green triangles.Huh. That is... an odd coincidence. I had that same general subconscious inspiration, which I turned into fluff for a mafia game.
I don't know why my dream-self went on a god-harvesting spree.
Post by: Yoink on January 10, 2016, 12:22:48 am
Sadly I remember barely anything of it, but I know I and one or two companions were killing a whole bunch of rather dangerous zombie/demon people. I vaguely remember it being somewhat videogame-y, I think we replayed some levels multiple times, but I'm not sure.
I know my main sidekick was kinda cute. Unfortunately she wasn't into dream-me despite his mad zombie-killing skillz. Alas.
Also there was at least one moment where we tried to use stealth to kill some zombies without alerting the rest of them, which was kinda hard since I don't think we had any bladed/melee weapons.
I do remember using my pistol (which seemed to have plenty of ammo, there was one moment where I thought 'shit, I don't have any more clips, do I?' but then decided 'Let's just pretend I brought one in my back pocket', and proceeded to pull one out of said pocket. A lucid moment perhaps?) as a club at least once, just firmly gripping it around the handle/trigger guard and jabbing with it.
Pretty sure there were boss battles, too. Where we took on some of whatever demons/mages were causing the whole infestation.
Unfortunately, that's all I can remember. There was a lot more to it. :(
Post by: Bumblebee on January 10, 2016, 02:51:54 pm
To begin with: in a dream I had few nights ago I was just about to start fighting with a powerful magician. We were standing against each other, holding our hands high, ready for the spells. Suddenly my opponent relaxed, sank his hands and said in a humdrum voice: "You lost."
The next moment my alarm clock rang and I woke up. It truly felt like he threw me out of his reality. I can easily belive it was real. This is the most amazing dream I had so far. I mean the intensity of perception, not the story line, of course. That's it.
Post by: Tiruin on January 10, 2016, 11:04:33 pm
Um...is there some kind of 'constant time difference' or...say, 'you have better dreams at this timespan'?
Because I've noted over the years--concurrently and continuously, that I keep having better dreams from 5-8am if I sleep during that time [usually when sleeping beforehand]. As an added note, I usually always [as in...80% of the time], tend to wake up minutes before my phone alarm ._.
I'm wondering if there's a common term for this or something.
Wow! This thread is almost like dream diary, but with further discussion. I should try to organize myself and become a regular poster here. [...]You and I, too ._. I tend to remember my dreams through the whole day before they get mixed with all my other memories.
Post by: TheBiggerFish on January 10, 2016, 11:17:16 pm
Post by: Graknorke on January 11, 2016, 03:20:54 am
Post by: Haspen on January 12, 2016, 03:56:39 am
As Roman Emperor I had to deal with another round of scheming, shouting and warring between the Senators on yet another useless Senate meeting that tried to get rid of me on 'legal basis' because some 'fraudulent charges' where put on me (I don't speak lawyerish, no idea), the whole circus led by prominent guy called Lucius. After hearing their constant droning for a while I had enough of it and of course left tehroom and asked the nearest guard to go hire me some armed men.
After brushing off some persistent wives and children of few prominent senators ("The session will end soon, go home"), my peacekeepers arrived and I let them into the Senate chamber with direct instructions of getting rid of that black hole of factionalism and conspiracy inside. One of the soldiers gave me a spare chainmail which I promptly began wearing.
The senators must've known what's going on because few have been killed, several fled and most began to pull out daggers and clubs from beneath their togas (damned old guys!) and massive fight ensued. What's worse, some armed senators fled the chamber and bumped onto me so I had to flee into one of the side corridors filled with traps and magical devices.
In the corridor I animated a chimera statue to life (it killed two Senators on spot), then prayed to statue of St.Peter which came to life and began spewing plasma bolts at Senators. An aztec-mouth-arrow-spitting-trap also scored few dead Senators while Jove himself infused my gladius with powers of thunder so I could protect myself better from the savage elderly...
...Unfortunately for me this whole situation began to grow bad anyways as I noticed that number of my soldiers and hired blades is dwindling rather rapidly while Senators' group is still going strong. After a brave fight in which I punched a one Senator's skull in and then stabbed another, I activated the teleporter fountain and transported home (you should read more history books if you didn't know that ancient Romans had teleporters, duh!) before Lucius and others could pounce on me.
Woe! The moment I arrive at my fancy villa I see that it is under attack by some Celtic warriors and buncha mercenaries. I got shot in the side by an archer but the chainmail that I wore (and which I forgot about already) protected me from a nasty wound. I directed the captain of my guard to prepare the onagers while I picked up a bow myself and shot my assailant who was hiding behind some pine trees. The mercenaries and celts then begun their charge as my captain of the guard had me escorted inside my villa.
Then my alarm clock woke me up, unfortunately.
Post by: Haspen on January 12, 2016, 04:58:44 am
Post by: Graknorke on January 12, 2016, 05:49:03 pm
GG me nice way to wake up on a down note.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 12, 2016, 09:35:42 pm
Too much beksinksi and bad poetry before sleeping
Post by: NJW2000 on January 13, 2016, 04:00:32 am
Post by: Bumblebee on January 13, 2016, 11:03:20 am
So, in the first one me and my little sister were looking out of my RL window. There was a RL street (Tverskaya, cental Moscow street), which I can't normally see from my window. There were columns of tanks riding slowly. I was frigtened and thought smth like "well, so it has begun". Then I turn away for a second, and when I looked back the tanks turned into green retro cars. The end.
In the second dream I became an aged female character from an old and stupid love story I read couple of years ago. My husband was an important statesman, he was driving around and doing important things. Surely, I followed him everywhere. We went to look at a new warship, sailed somewhere into the open sea... The ship was so big there was no need to ever get out to see the sea itself. More like a cruise liner, actually. But we were having a banquet and it was stuffy in the hall (and also I was a romantic person and had to act accordingly!), so I left to feast my eyes upon the ocean. And discovered that the ship somehow developed wheels while I wasn't looking and now we are moving down the widened and re-designed, but definitly the same Tverskaya street. Why?
Post by: Bumblebee on January 13, 2016, 01:27:11 pm
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Post by: WillowLuman on January 13, 2016, 04:08:27 pm
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Post by: Eric Blank on January 15, 2016, 08:06:56 pm
Post by: Haspen on January 16, 2016, 05:51:52 am
Also, I think eating sweet/spicy foods before sleep might make these movie-like dreams wilder than usual. I gotta test this further.
Me, my family, my mother's friend and her kids travelled to a castle made of plasterwork and timber. We had splendid time (there were few funny events which I dont remember now) until the kids found a treasure chest full of golden coins. Of course everyone took some, and then we had a nice dinner served by the castle's museum staff.
By the afternoon strange things began to happen. Namely, the castle's staff dissappeared without indication of a struggle, so we concluded they just forgot about us and left. My mom tried to phone someone in the city buuuut the phone wasn't working.
Then, as the evening began to fall, my mom's friend was killed. Gruesomely gutted in a corridor by a dark silhouette. I was the only one to notice the silhouette before it jumped into the wall and disappeared. The silhouette also got my mom and the lil kids before my dad and I decided to just use our car to ram the castle because we remembered it was just wood and plasterwork. Plan worked perfectly until we remembered - too late - that there is a moat around the castle. Once the car fell in, the silhouette jumped out of the driving wheel and stabbed my dad's face into a crater-like surface.
I ran like hell to the city (which was 5 meters away from the castle, per usual), and then ran to police station. I entered, told the guy at the desk about murders, so he told me to go this corridor and report to other officer immediately. I turned left and went into the corridor and the silhouette jumped from the nearby door and stabbed me in the throat and I fell dead.
I wake up. I'm in my bedrooOHSHITSILHOUETTEGUYISHERE-wait, wait. It was just his 'totem', one would say, made of three cardboard boxes painted black and stacked on each other. I had the coin, but checking the calendar I noticed it was morning of the 'castle trip' day. I took the coins from people who had them (everyone that was supposed to go to the castle already had the coins??), and gave them away to other townspeople, who got murdered in front of me once they had a coin. Unable to disperse the coins, I stepped into an alley where silhouette stabbed me to death.
I wake up. It's my bedroom. Silhouette's cardboard totem still there. I decide to grab a chair and smash the silhouette totem. When I looked down on the mashed boxes, the silhouette guy jumped from the mass and and stabbed my eyes and tongue.
This repeated at least once more but I don't remember the details there.
The (last) next time I wake up, I just grab the totem and scream "THE FUCK YOU WANT HOW DO I STOP THIS". Lo and behold, the silhouette guy appears and declares 'You stole my treasure, prepare to quiz'. And then I had to resolve a quiz about origins of jokes, circus accessories and such. I don't remember how I fared there, but next moment I was traveling to the castle with people from the beginning of the dream. We had a tasty meal of butter, raw ham and live worms in a place that looked like food processing plant, and afterwards the kids dug up the treasure. I told them to dig it back in and they screamed 'BOOOORING' and tossed it into the moat instead.
Then I woke up for reals.
Post by: Starver on January 16, 2016, 08:42:47 am
There's a course of some kind through which both bikes1 and cars were racing... or maybe the cars were just there for support... and some choice of route, which led to a car on one trajectory taking a path across a bike on another. Nothing 'grizzly' happened (like it would have, IRL), but it inconvenienced the cyclist and there were arguments about adding rules such as "...if you start by going round to the right, you should only get the choice to use the cut-across over the track to the left if you're not a car..." going on, even as the competition continued.
It then somehow smoothly morphed into something with superheroes. The bone of contention (now over the middle of a lake) was a spot where someone like Superman ('car analogue', I suppose) might have ploughed straight across the path of someone like Batman ('bike analogue') and dunked them... (not sure how/why Batman was flying across the lake... probably just something from his Crazy-Prepared utility belt or suit... the dream never actually went into that, it was just so).
There was a lot more, actually, but this basic contention between different categories of competitors seemed to be the ongoing theme, surviving at least one instant of rousing from sleep and then back again into the arms of Morpheus.
1 Bicycles, not motorbikes, that is.
Post by: birdy51 on January 16, 2016, 09:49:51 am
Post by: Yoink on January 16, 2016, 05:21:55 pm
For some reason, perhaps I was in a hurry, I decided to go wearing my pyjama bottoms, a pair of tracksuit pants, and change into civilized clothing in a public toilet once I got there. By the time I reached the city (I was in a weird, dream-twisted version of Melbourne Central station) I think I had forgotten about them.
I wandered about doing whatever, and eventually wound up talking to some guy. I can't remember what about, perhaps some videogame that had/was releasing that day? Or something? I don't know, but we had a brief-yet-decent chat before he excused himself and departed via escalator, and then I realised, with a twinge of horror, that I was still wearing my tracksuit pants in public like some awful bogan with no dress sense.
I looked down and realised, as if that wasn't bad enough, that on my upper body I was wearing this daggy old longsleeve polo shirt that I was given as a kid, almost a decade ago, and haven't worn except as a pyjama shirt in almost as long. It barely fit me and besides, what was I doing wearing a polo shirt anyway?! Yikes.
Desperate to save at least some last shreds of my dignity, I rushed off to find a bathroom in which to get changed.
Unfortunately for me, large parts of the station (which was far larger and more confusing than it is in real life, also it seemed to have combined with some kind of underground shopping mall) seemed to be either closed for the day or blocked off for renovations. The paths I would usually take through the place were all unavailable.
The rest of the dream devolved into a dread-filled stumble through this strange labyrinth of consumerism, with me desperately trying to avoid being seen as I searched in vain for a safe place to change my clothes. I'm pretty sure I woke up before I did, too.
There was an earlier part to the dream which I still remembered upon waking up after this one, but it was super early so I went back to sleep and had more dreams and by the time I woke up again it was forgotten. Oh well, it was probably nothing too amazing.
Tl;Dr: Went into the city wearing my pyjamas, intending to change in a public bathroom once there.
Forgot I was wearing pyjamas, caused myself a great deal of embarrassment when I reached the station and realised, and then repeatedly failed to find an available bathroom in the labyrinthine dream-version of the multi-level train station/shopping mall.
In the last dream I had before waking up, I needed to go to the city to do things, but for some reason I was sucked into a documentary/current affair program someone (my mother?) was watching on television at the place I was leaving from/living at.
Literally sucked in.
The show was talking about some family or group of people who were being preyed upon by some big corporation (due to a conflict of some kind, the corporation probably wanted their land or to shut down their business or something) by means of some strange kind of embargo... they were blocked from travelling by car and such, and I believe their internet/phone communications were blocked too.
This made getting to the city problematic, especially since I was starting from some sort of island connected to the city by a long (multi-lane?) but still fairly narrow car-bridge. And it would have taken far, far too long to walk from where I was, even if I did have a safe (and legal!) place to walk.
I remember asking, sort of... through different layers of dream, if everyone was finished watching the damn show, but despite not paying it much attention they insisted it be kept on. So I had to find my own way of getting there.
After a while I found some sort of piece of sail/parachute material. I think it was a scrap of a larger sail, or maybe just a very small one. Since it was a windy day (it looked like it was some sort of wind storm) I decided to sorta hang-glide my way to the city, despite never having done anything of the sort before.
Shortly I was hurtling along towards the city at a reasonable height, clinging desperately to my tiny sail as the wind sped me along.
It was pretty dang terrifying. For one long moment of high wind I was achieving ridiculous speeds, following the highway/bridge city-wards, and I began to worry (kinda late!) about just how I was going to land when I got there, and how I was going to deal with all the tall buildings that would shortly be popping up in my way as I left the bridge and came nearer to the city.
Eventually the bridge hit land and widened out into a larger, less intense freeway with a bit of land at the edges of it.
I managed to slow down somewhat and achieve a landing... by basically crashing into a tree. But it was a controlled crash, okay?!
I asked again at that point*, "Are you still watching this?" but again, through this weird inter-layer communication I was told that yes, someone was still watching this weird-as-fuck documentary. So I grimly took hold of my scrap of sail once again and lifted off.
I flew for a while longer, with increasing risks as more structures began appearing, and then... shit, I can't remember exactly how/when I landed anymore, it's been too long since I woke up. Sorry about that. >.> But anyway, eventually I managed to bring myself to a halt (I think it may have been another of those 'controlled crashes', or maybe it was less controlled, or maybe I managed to pull off a badass running landing... but I doubt it.
Anyway, I landed near a big trainline heading into the city (kind of odd in hindsight, since it appeared to be coming from the same direction I did and yet I don't remember seeing tracks on the bridge I followed... perhaps it was subterranean for that part?) and walked up to the nearest station- the layout of the trainline was pretty damn weird, as was the whole city, really.
Surprisingly enough I spotted my friend sitting down waiting on a bench at the station and walked up to meet him.
I think we'd planned on meeting up later at some point anyway, but it was a very unlikely occurrence for us to just bump into one another here.
I spoke to him briefly, casually and calmly describing my terrifying journey through the air as we waited for the train, and then I woke up.
Tl;Dr: Was somehow partially sucked into a documentary someone was watching, which rendered me unable to travel via car or use public transport.
Instead had to travel to the city by basically hang-gliding through high winds with just a small piece of sail I found.
Almost died.
Both the dreams I remember were pretty tame, by my standards... at least the second one was pretty cool/exhilarating.
Guess my subconscious was too busy thinking about my plans for today to come up with any far-fetched, exotic settings.
*Or it could have been before I landed, not sure. This way makes more sense, I think.
Post by: Tawa on January 16, 2016, 09:09:14 pm
At the start, it involved some kid, like, arguing with his mom about leaving home to go on a trip for some reason. And I think some sort of magic pixie fairy then opened a door and made the kid go through it?
Then the dream became some sort of bizarre cross between MGS3 and Shadow of the Colossus. I remember there was Snake fighting The End, but there was also Snake fighting some kind of gigantic bull monster. And seemingly there was some sort of vague Undertale woven in there because you weren't supposed to kill The End or the gigantic bull monster and there were ways to specifically avoid killing them, and the game tried to make you feel like a horrible person if you did kill them.
Then afterward it was revealed that apparently Snake fighting The End and the giant bull monster was an allegory for the kid arguing with his mom. If you killed both of them, the kid's mom made him get on a boat to cross the Hudson River, which lead to the kid falling off the boat and getting eaten by a shark. (???) If you didn't kill either of them the kid and his mom never leave home in the first place.
Post by: Cthulufaic on January 17, 2016, 11:51:47 am
Someone got shot to shit, but wasn't freaking out as I recall. I know I was messing up all the weapons and who uses what, since I gave the female demolition specialist a sniper rifle, and I gave the guy who got shot up, who was an assault or something, a grenade launcher and a shotgun. Uhh... I think it was also some sci-fi, Shadowrun-meets-Fallout:NV kinda universe, which would be pretty wiz.
Just goes to show, don't watch Shadowrun let's plays before you go to sleep.
Post by: Baffler on January 17, 2016, 01:03:06 pm
Post by: Ddynamo on January 18, 2016, 07:25:28 am
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Post by: TempAcc on January 18, 2016, 07:51:21 am
Post by: Tawa on January 18, 2016, 08:22:10 am
Suddenly, I had to put on a new shirt for no reason. I tried to put it on, but it repeatedly flip-flopped between being a dress and having a weird, rigid honeycomb structure in it. Being unable to put on clothing seems to be a recurring theme in my dreams.
Meanwhile, as I stood topless in the library, fumbling with my shirt/dress/???, a cute girl I sorta like walked in.
I somehow did not die of shame then and there. I then somehow teleported to a stairwell in a public building, where somebody reminded me to write that report. I still thought I had an urgent report due when I woke up.
Post by: NJW2000 on January 18, 2016, 12:07:36 pm
Post by: exdeath on January 18, 2016, 05:46:13 pm
This setting is made of 3 parts, and the first 2 parts are just parts that lead to the third.
PART 1
The setting start on the future and the world is at war. I dont see enought info about the future, and I mostly see the world map (like those paradox games games).
After some amount of time countries start to throw atomic bombs at each other.
PART 2
The world go to a apocalipse era because of atomic bombs.
Something I like to call 'Mid fantasy monsters' existed since before part 1 (yes before part 1 this is not adventure time). Dont ask me how monsters would fit on the future since on part 1, I mostly saw the world map as I said before.
Low fantasy magic already existed on part 1 or was discovered here.
PART 3
Instead of going to a mad max, style post apocalipse era, it goes to a sort of post apocalipse medieval era, with full of deserty areas and etc....
Some people still remember of part 1 stuff.
You can still find stuff from part 1 if you are really lucky, or REEEEEEEEEEALLY spend your time searching for it.
On part 3 I see a conan like guy with a sword battling 2 orks or elfs (I dont remember) on a desert like place with some useless derbis, he found buried on the ground a bike from part 1, the bike was a white bike, if I remember right it was a mix of star wars gravbike with art deco.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on January 21, 2016, 09:39:19 am
Strolling through a post-apocalyptic world, in search of some sort of time distorting artifact.
Time starts to slow down, and this guy with a semi-automatic blunderbuss appears and starts shooting at me.
Taking advantage of the distorted time, I disarm him and shoot him several times.
Then I'm at his house and we're friendly to each other... weird.
And he has a lot of mice-kitten-things. I want to say mice, because that's what they looked like when they came out of the cage... but then they were cats/kittens.
Then eldritch 2-dimensional cat.
Then I wake up.
Post by: Starver on January 21, 2016, 10:08:01 am
Troops within an entirely enclosed 'bunker'-type world... the whole world, for us all. Modular/angular body-armour and sci-fi weaponry, 'clamshell' sliding doorways. Smoky atmosphere and muted colours. 'Opposing' troops came through one of the doors, but for some reason (perhaps because we all looked identical, each 'side') slipped past them and discovered ED209-type walking robots behind them that seemed to be the real enemy (although they were just the rear support, as far as they were concerned).
I knew that the Ed-209 was the enemy and, somehow conveyed this to everyone, so that we all started up some little-used stairways, as if up the terraces of an arena (yet still enclosed). The Ed-209 had... 'difficulties', naturally enough, but I'm not sure how we all got up the stairs, given how crammed together everyone was. At the top there's a lot more light, a much more open areas and possible glass skylights giving natural light to the scene, the first indication that anyone had that there was more to the world than that which we had already experienced. And a whole raft (NPI!) of floating 'magic carpets', some kind of polymer sheets with markings on to indicate where to lay hands and feet, technologically floating high above the space the back-end of the 'stadium steps' overlooked.
Everybody is to get onto these strange mats (bouncy bouncy!), a substance quite unlike anything we've encountered before, and the internal 'workings' easily allow us to fly those mats out and through a green forest (the first time we've seen any plants like this!), somehow interpreting natural movements (or perhaps thoughts) to take us swooping through the branches. In a couple of cases accidentally picking up a monkey and a squirrel as a temporary passenger, either accidentally knocked off the branch they were on to land on the carpet-flier involved or else willingly jumping on board for a few moments before returning to another branch on another tree.
There's an outside world, it is plain to see. We regroup and look back at the building (an angular, stepped-pyramid-style 'brutalist' concrete building with rarely-used windows at the top end, our former home/battleground doubtless being deeper with bowels of the construction, if not underground) and then we move on.
Just as we had been used to the mechanically-minded battleworld that spawned the Ed-209s and the Starship Trooper armour, to be surprised by the polymer-film 'carpets', the outside world is far more amazing. Electrically-driven (or assisted) vehicles with a plastic sheen instead of the dulled and abraded metallic/concrete one we were used to. And the dream now moves into a new storyline that seems to continue the 'escape from the system', but this time as fishes out of water rather than trying to escape the barrel that we were being so easily shot in.
But that part's more esoteric. A vehicle being driven by an (apparent) hologram that our electrically-boosted bicycles head towards the rear of, a signal and the rear opens for ourselves, rapidly catching up, to 'load' ourselves into the car itself so as to (possibly) shake any distant pursuers we may have had on the look-out for us. The ultimate aim was not resolved, but I think I can put that down to being the 'unsure future' ending of a film, perhaps the first in a series, intended to depict the transition from one level of existence into a totally new one (and, incidentally, transition into '90s-style utopian-future styling, over-saturated and with soft-focussed lenses). The second film might continue the action in the new flavour, or concentrate on the dregs of the brutalist regime coming out of their bunker to deal with a world so far largely ignorant of its existence and purpose.
Post by: inteuniso on January 21, 2016, 10:14:23 am
I spun out and ended up in the grass. I backed up into a car. I pulled up and got out, and saw another vehicle approaching.
It was the guy watching over all the parking lots off the frontage road, and he inspected the damage with me. I dented in the entirety of the other car's front left quarter panel, the left mirror was completely gone, the wheel was unaffected though.
It was a very mundane dream.
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on January 23, 2016, 12:42:08 am
A freight train nearly ran us over, but we managed to get on top of it, at which point I lost track of my dad. The train started to go through some mish-mash of Route Kanal, barely clearing overpasses, and I kept peeking over the top, getting my right arm stuck, and narrowly avoiding having it ripped off by a bridge. The bridges started to change into domes with crescent-shaped windows letting in green sunlight, and I decided to investigate. I no-clipped through a dome and saw that the train wasn't going anyplace useful, just endlessly zigzagging through a grid of identical rooms. It was night, making the crescent windows even stranger, and it wasn't too easy to find the crash. Sure enough, the police were there, so I landed in some unfinished cabin nearby, which soon filled up with some sort of high school/middle school after-school club. The club didn't seem to do anything apart from drink alcohol, smoke pot and read novels, apart from one boy who tied me to a chair and stuck individual strips of masking tape to my leg hair.
I'm having "fun" dreams again.
Post by: Eric Blank on January 23, 2016, 03:10:55 am
Then I was watching a bad porno for some reason. My mom was there, very confused.
Post by: Yoink on January 24, 2016, 04:40:06 pm
Well, from what I remember not much actually happened, but Dream-me was cracking jokes left and right and the ones I remember actually make sense, as opposed to normal in dreams where they follow weird dream logic that means nothing IRL.
For some reason I was in the US, hanging out with a bunch of vaguely narcissistic young people I'd met in some town. I think it was my sense of humour that let me jump their new-friend shortlist- medical procedures somehow came up in conversation, and one of them asked me "Have you ever seen a medical miracle?" to which I replied, "I've seen a few amputations," which got a laugh.
Another time I found this grubby old stuffed toy in their yard (where I was standing around for the part of the dream I remember), looked at it and saw it was missing an eye and said, "See, this is why you shouldn't play with sharp objects."
Eventually one of them decided that we were going to drive somewhere, it might have been a party, something they had to do or maybe just a cool place in town where they often spent time. I was mildly interested (I don't think I had much else going on) and some girl they were friends with was invited along, too.
It was mostly pretty casual, but when she asked if her friend could come along too, these guys (not sure what to call them, they seemed to be part of some popular, odd clique in the town) asked what kind of car the friend drove. When she answered, with a laugh, "Oh we just have some 7-door shitbox," they refused to let the guy come.
Apparently someone who owned such a car would have brought the company down, possibly due to their car being too large and the car we were going in being too small for someone used to a 7-door monolith. She wasn't overly disappointed and so we walked out of the yard and towards another old house next door, which appeared to have a business in the window.
It was nighttime by this point, and we were just approaching the car we were going in when my alarm woke me up. :(
From what I remember, that was a pretty laid-back but quite enjoyable dream. Reminded me of my trip to the US... I think it even shared a couple of characters, although most of them were probably just based off characters from movies.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 24, 2016, 08:49:45 pm
Post by: wobbly on January 24, 2016, 08:55:17 pm
Had some weird dream where I couldn't figure out whether I was drowning in sand or drinking iced tonic water. When I awoke I was very thirsty, quite feverish, and had developed food poisoning from eating some poisoned lychees.
I tend to go easy on the poisoned lychees these days. Yeah they taste great & give you psychedelic dreams but the after effects ruin it.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 24, 2016, 09:01:17 pm
Post by: TheDarkStar on January 24, 2016, 09:16:15 pm
Then the police showed up and everything was fine.
Post by: Putnam on January 24, 2016, 09:19:10 pm
I dreamed that I was being hunted by Voldemort. I was in the woods and hiding on the opposite side of a house as him and hoping not to be seen.
Then the police showed up and everything was fine.
two people on b12 dreamed about voldemort it's a prophecy
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on January 24, 2016, 10:11:11 pm
I dreamed that I was being hunted by Voldemort. I was in the woods and hiding on the opposite side of a house as him and hoping not to be seen.
Then the police showed up and everything was fine.
two people on b12 dreamed about voldemort it's a prophecy
Voldemort on a bike with no brakes
Post by: birdy51 on January 25, 2016, 04:38:01 am
This was a weirder one.
Post by: Starver on January 25, 2016, 06:38:52 am
Yet this central character seemed safe and happen enough. Although somehow it transpired that he was the source of the Earthquakes (somehow neutralised directly under his own feet), and was actually unintentionally causing catastrophe by just existing.
I'm sure Herr Jung would have something to say about that, but as I didn't reach an actual plot conclusion I found it more of a frustratingly unfinished screenplay than an indication of anything psychological.
(Incidentally, I learnt recently that Jung insists that everyone dreams of the sea and sea-monsters, as it is part of our primal self, or some-such... I don't recall that I ever have. Nor mermaids.)
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 25, 2016, 06:42:54 am
I then awoke because someone screamed my name early in the morning, for they had lost something and needed my help.
Subsequently I went back to sleep.
After one hour I did go shower, and running my hands through my scalp did much thinking.
One should generally not devour poisoned lychees.
Post by: TempAcc on January 25, 2016, 07:23:39 am
I vividly remember being pushed into a huge hall by a multitude of monks. I thought they would sing or that there would be a sermon of some sort, but instead they just kind of stood still, gazing at this one huge, greenish tablet at the end of the hall. A better dressed monk person thing beckoned me to get closer. The tablet was covered with a multitude of uninteligible script, but one part was apparently writen in english, and the monk master thing asked me to recite it loudly. It said something like "from atom to devil, from devil to man, from man to living flame".
But that wasn't the oddest thing about the dream. After that, I experienced a false awakening moment, and thought I was getting up from bed and stuff, then I realized I wasn't at my house, and some figure by the doorway told me in a very calm voice that ~this isn't everything~. I woke up for real after that with a sweaty forehead and coughing like a maniac.
Did I mention that, during the false awakening experience, I kept hearing this sweet ass keygen tune (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fcl1oEerizc) in the background?
Post by: Eric Blank on January 25, 2016, 10:29:21 am
Post by: Tawa on January 26, 2016, 10:16:30 pm
He's gone now.
The police are on the scene immediately, and they're conducting a full-on manhunt for this possibly suicidal guy. I'm there too, with a couple of girls I vaguely know. My "investigation" consists of taking off my shoes, then following the police everywhere by riding a public bus. We look around everywhere for several hours.
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I bolted awake.
Post by: Eric Blank on January 27, 2016, 03:28:00 am
Post by: Yoink on January 27, 2016, 08:18:34 am
Don't think I really liked the band that much, or maybe I only got to see them too briefly to form an impression, but he seemed like a nice guy so I figured I'd have a brief chat, even though I seemed to be in a bit of a hurry to get somewhere. And they were sitting on a bus... I guess they weren't in much of a hurry to leave?
The guy interrupted me for a moment to get me to move to one side, so he could see something on the wall of a bus that I'm guessing was a clock or some kind of schedule display. I shifted aside, but the motion forced out a sudden, unstoppable fart. I had no warning, and what had at first seemed to be a normal fart instantly became a short, sharp explosion of diarrhoea, like a single shotgun blast discharged in the back of my pants.
It sprayed down the legs of my pants and, I believe, out onto the floor.
Dream-me was wearing some weird-ass (ha!) shorts or 4-quarter-length pants that seemed designed to make this situation as embarrassing as possible... or maybe I rolled up the bottoms of my jeans? But that wouldn't make sense.
I think I was wearing a shorter (or rolled up?) version of the jeans I am wearing now, which are a dark blue.
The people around me on the bus immediately recoiled in shock and amusement, the guy I was talking to shouting something through the onset of hysterical laughter. I fled the bus in horror and immediately began hurrying home, in full-on damage control even as their laughter still rang in my panicked ears.
Unfortunately for me, the situation was painfully obvious. Despite it being reasonably late at night.
I rushed homewards (not sure where I lived in this dream- I was in the city, but I didn't feel like I had to travel too far to reach safety, whereas in real life that would mean *shudder* an entire 45-minute or so train ride of shame and suffering), feeling very sorry for myself indeed.
A couple of guys on the street saw me, and one of them displayed sympathy and asked if I needed help.
At first I said no, that I was fine, (the guy seemed kinda crusty and not the kind of person I'd want help from) but then it occurred to me to ask where the nearest public toilet was. Perhaps I could clean up a bit now rather than fleeing the whole way home in my current awful state.
He told me there was one at a nearby station, which seemed like a miracle, until he explained that it opened at some incredibly unhelpful time like 9AM. Still, I walked there, and this annoyingly helpful dude followed and offered to wait with me. I sat on a seat at this train station, with no-one else around, and inspected myself a little.
The main, most visible bit of mess was on the back of my calf, and as my new ally so-helpfully pointed out through a bit of laughter, there was even a bit of paper stuck to it. I cleaned the paper off, at least. It was a receipt. I still have no idea how it wound up stuck to my poop-leg.
At this point I (apparently deciding to wait there at least a while) started explaining how I'd eaten far too much rice and some spicy curry earlier in the day (which was the main, erm, nugget of truth for the story) and generally making excuses for some reason.
Then I mercifully woke up before having to make the long journey home with crap in my pants.
What a dream. There was at least a bit of panic as I checked to see if any, er, parts of the dream were real, but fortunately they were not and I was filled with warm, gooey relief. Just like my pants wer- ah, nevermind.
Stupid post-food nap-dream. :-[
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on January 28, 2016, 07:53:52 pm
I was walking down a highway with some stranger, and on this highway, two countries were waging a naval war. Battleships were sailing through the asphalt of the border crossing at an agonizing crawl, firing off shots every few minutes. There were overturned cars everywhere, and every other car and turret was on fire. There were no people around though, so we strolled along for maybe half an hours watching this battle play out in slow motion. At the end was a small, peaceful passport control station with a short line. Even dreaming I found it strange, but we were let through without much fuss. We climbed up some stairs (they belong on the beach near my grandparents' apartment) to another highway, with a small building on the other side. (ripped from a beach in New York.)
I'm not sure how, but I realized I was dreaming and turned toward my companion. He started to morph into someone else, a bodybuilder in a blue jacket, and it reminded me of the last time I became lucid, when looking too closely at someone's face turned him into a monster. I just flew away without looking. It may actually be the first time I've flown in a dream, at least that felt like flying. Others have been more of a noclip/"spectator mode" flying, just becoming an incorporeal viewpoint or watching some cinematic shot. But this time I was actually flying, and I had a feeling that I could find any place from a past dream if I flew to the right place; that they were all on the same planet. The thing is, I don't think I've ever had a dream about the place I was looking for. It was either a part of the same dream that I forgot, since I remember little from the beginning, or a false memory altogether, which seems to be the case almost every time one of my dreams refers to another.
I ended up landing by a pond where my mother had been waiting for me, roping me into an awkward picnic and, later, running through a high-ceilinged house barricading doors against a giant monster with my stepfather's voice. The sun was setting, I was watching something in the sky, and there were potted petunias everywhere.
Oddly enough, the morphing man ended up briefly becoming a friend of mine, and when I told another friend about it it turned out she'd also had a dream involving him last night. That guy seems to be surrounded with other coincidences, too.
Post by: TheBiggerFish on January 28, 2016, 08:30:49 pm
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on January 28, 2016, 08:53:00 pm
Post by: Yoink on January 28, 2016, 08:59:26 pm
Can't remember any of last night's dreams, but oh well. The night before that I had a dream that may have been a vision from the Party God themselves.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 29, 2016, 05:36:28 am
Unfortunately around that point I woke up because a street light flickering outside had tricked me into thinking it was the morning, so I went back to sleep (having realized I was sleeping whilst listening to a horror soundtrack). When I went back to asleep I dreamt then of some bizarre alternate 19th century naval war where everyone had excellent moustaches. Our battleships was steaming along when a Leviathan just appears alongside it, not really doing anything besides glowing mysteriously. Dream ends there.
Post by: Harry Baldman on January 29, 2016, 02:12:52 pm
I was delighted by this meal, if confused and vaguely disgusted by the tiny beans. Just as I attempted to eat a bunch, though, some of my sharp-clawed fellows decided I had outlived my usefulness and stabbed me several times. The strength went out of me and I floated backward, feeling deeply betrayed. They were going to use me to supplement the lunch I had provided them, I realized just before I woke up.
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on January 29, 2016, 07:27:01 pm
Post by: Haspen on January 30, 2016, 03:56:40 am
Our coach (a hooded guy) gave us our tactics plan in one of the classrooms and then we were on the field, kicking the ball about and scoring 3 goals vs 0 goals. Most of USA team was either derping around or falling over their own legs like a bunch of mentally challenged kids. Also, our sponsors were Nokia, Bluetooth and MetalSlimeHunt (I saw Nokia's, Bluetooth's emblems and MSH's avatar all over the playing field walls).
After the victorious game (and we found out we would be playing against Argentina next), we had a latin/history lesson about Roman Empire, with a guy who spoke Arabic and thus nobody was able to understand him. Or maybe my classmates did? I looked over papers of my classmates and they were apparently calculating the medium dropout list from Roman Legion past first day of training, if that was ever a thing. The Arabic guy noticed me staring into others' work and began yelling at me.
Then I woke up.
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on January 31, 2016, 09:28:23 am
Also, I am in high school (a freshman), but go to college for the second half of my school day. However, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I stay at school the whole day because I have no college classes.
Spoiler: just want to mention ("warning", but just a few stupid ones) (click to show/hide)
It begins at some point, and I am low, there is this senior throwing food at me. And he won't stop, and he's stopping me from getting to juice. So after the first fifteen times of saying "stop", I say "fuck off". Because in my dream school, that's a rather large curse word. The entire lunchroom, filled with students, in which this was taking place, gasps. A teacher comes over and is angry at me for three reasons. First, I said fuck. Second, I threw food at this person. (He was throwing it at me, btw.) And third, I was really low, why didn't I get to my juice? An ambulance was racing to save me, and started a car crash that killed three.
Then I was walking outside and explaining the situation to her. I think I was walking around the exterior of the school. Then she's not there, and I'm low again. I try to find a nearby door, and find Mrs. Freeberg, a teacher I once had. In elementary school. I'm in high school now, but am somehow not surprised. She's teaching pottery or something to other old people. (She's old.) She lets me into her classroom, which for some reason has a door to the outside (like some classrooms in middle school), and from then on, everything gets crazy.
I walk to the right, trying to figure out where I am so that I can get to the nurse. But instead of a hallway with a library, which is what would normally be there, there is this large commons. With a glass window, very large, that I sure as heck did NOT see from the outside. Also, I've walked past that hallway hundreds of times in RL and never seen it. But I get my bearings and come to terms with the fact that my school has changed, probably because I'm low. I walk with the nurse, whose office I have finally found, through the nurse's-office-turned-mailroom, and then we walk down some stairs. Also at some point we see Blue from Blue's Clues, a show I saw a decade ago. Downstairs, it plays like a 3d Mario game, without enemies, but then I see an angry cat that skids along a mess of twisty pipes like Turbo the snail, and then I am the cat. It's a minigame somehow. And I play it like the Turbo game, but I lose. Then I go back to my own body, and find my juice.
Then it gets even weirder. Apparently, today is Monday, but I stay at school and study in the library because I forgot. Then I arrive in the bus the next day, and the doors are way different. From now on, nothing in my school is the same. It's way larger, but has roughly the same shape. The organization is all different. I go to my classes, which I do not experience but just know that I did. Then because it is Tuesday, I plan to go to the library. However, I have no schoolwork to do, so I decide to go to classes that I would take if I didn't take college classes. It's rather odd, though, since now everyone's schedule is like that of middle school, where it is predecided for them which order, and everyone takes the same classes. No electives but the ones assigned to all, rotating every quarter.
So I apparently I am still in my last class of the day, science class. I see Jessica there, who I have a bit of a crush on. That's normal. (Somehow, by pressing a button on the "game screen", a fellow student rewinds time and makes her hair what it was when she was seven or something. Weird.) The classroom is somewhat normal, but the layout is all different. I think it might be one of the last days of school, but since it's at one point spring and then the next day a snowstorm, I doubt it. I have a large, overflowing binder (that's normal for me :P) Then the class ends, and I decide to go to a math class. (I love math, but am not taking math in college this semester, for the first time in two years.) Somehow, I not only find a math class, but it's a challenging one, and Jessica is there too. (Makes sense; she's very smart. I know her from Math Counts (a mathematics competition) and Science Olympiad (obviously a science competition).) We talk at some point. Then I go to my locker, which is also the mailroom, which is also the nurses office. I do something there, then see Jessica, who recommends going to a music class next, since Art would probably be finishing up their sculptures, and I have a deadly fear of Phy. Ed. What's weird, though, is that I already go to music. I ask where it is, and she says "up there [points], behind the stool with music on it." Cool.
While walking there, I see the layout of the school. And here's the weirdest part of all. It's all familiar. The giant blackboard with the paper cutout pipe organ on it. I remember the first day of school, getting an inspirational speech involving the organ (somehow). The doors with names on them at the front of the school? To spread out the student entering the building and make sure they get to their right class. The several snowballs with paper taped onto them with students gathering around them to put their names on the paper? They're deciding Winter Electives, which I will not do because I am taking Winterm classes at the college. I discussed it yesterday with my parents. That music practice room by the front doors? Totally normal. And the layout is very familiar. I think it may actually be a hybrid of my elementary school, my middle school, my high school, some of my college buildings, some architectural designs I often see in my dreams, and something very weird. I go upstairs (which is NOT where my music class is) and see a stool with music on it. But when I go in the door, I do not see a music class. Instead, I see what looked like a fishing class but what turned out to be a astrophysics class IN a fishing class, because they're beginning to run out of room for them. They're very popular. They're on top of this large platform, and he's teaching them about gravity. Apparently, he wanted them to pull these two rocks, which he put on a fishing net/pulley thing that was already present in the classroom from its years as a fishing class, but they didn't. The only way up to the main classroom was to climb up the fishing net, so I did that. The teacher was explaining general relativity and its effects on orbiting bodies. I woke up.
(Also, when I was walking to music, I felt nostalgia for the first days of school, which I do in RL. I spend too much time playing and not quite enough time studying or spending time with my family. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me to stop. I've been having this problem my whole life, but DF has only made it worse, as well as the greater freedom and responsibility given in high school. The personal computer loaned to me by Stout for my time as a student probably didn't help.)
(There may have been another class in between math and astrofishing, but I cannot remember it well. I do remember that the "plot" involved Jessica and some other student dating. I was sad, but we were still friends. Besides, it was probably for the best; I find it very hard to talk to people I had an unresolved crush on for years after the crush, and that pretty much spelled the end for my three-years-long friendship with Desirae. I wonder if that represents something.)
(I have noted before, but will note again, that my entire experience seems to be an amalgam of my years as a student, my current school, and my previous and current expectations or wishes of what school would be like.)
Wow that was long. More than one page, at normal view, at widest screen. Dreams seem so simple and make so much sense when you're inside of them, but they can be very complex once you type them out. Is that normal?
Post by: TheBiggerFish on January 31, 2016, 11:45:43 am
Dreams are weird.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 31, 2016, 12:43:11 pm
In my glee, I felt I had prepared well for this, and clambered up to the top of the human pile whilst others were swept away by river or foot. Only two others were my rivals, and we failed to dislodge one another. At last we reached the top and I was going to be first... Then the pole started swinging and collapsed into the river. Technically the river became King as it was the first body to touch the top of the pole, albeit a body of water.
Post by: Baffler on January 31, 2016, 05:09:33 pm
A short time into my walk, I noticed a buzzard circling low overhead looking down at me. This made me very angry, and I threw a rock up at it. I was shocked when I actually hit the thing, but regretted my decision when it started coming down at me. It was gigantic, its outstretched wings easily wider than I was tall and the rest of it looking more like an eagle than a vulture. It landed a few feet in front of me, and started coming at me on foot. I backed away, but tripped on something and fell on my back. It was looming over me when I kicked at it. It squawked surprised and took a few steps back, then launched itself back into the air and went back to circling.
I kept on walking, and every so often it would make a feint at me from the front or sides. I realized that it was trying to drive me away from the canyon, and that if I let it delay me too long I wouldn't be able to get down there and it'd get me at some point during the night. I got close, within sight of the canyon, when it realized its tactic wasn't working and it decided to attack me outright. It was nearly dark now, and even a short delay would be disastrous. I ran for the canyon with the vulture/eagle diving at me nearly constantly. Every time I dove to the ground and narrowly avoided it, but when I was within 50 meters of the canyon it finally got me. My left shoulder was badly torn up, and I knew now I wouldn't be able to climb down with it harassing me. I threw another rock at it, but it avoided it easily. All I could do was try to kick it again, but it shrugged off the blow and grabbed one of my arms in each foot and bore me down. I fell over with its talons cutting into my upper arms, and it stabbed its beak into my gut. I managed to buck it off and stand up, but only just. It was reeling when I took off and decided to abandon any caution and go into the canyon as quickly as I could. The sides were steep and it was a fair way down, but I still moved as fast as I could, half-stumbling where I could and just jumping down where I thought I could make it.
The thing had difficulty in the canyon since it couldn't hover, so it was circling above ground level to spot me. That bought me some time, but I was still several meters away from shelter when it spotted me. If it got me here it could just force me over the edge, but there was some dead wood around here and the ledge I was standing on was fairly wide. I picked up a decently sized branch and pointed it out to keep the thing at bay. It made a frustrated sound and moved back above ground level to try to make another pass, but I was close enough to make it to the cave before it could come back down. It made an angry sound and went off. I slumped over against the cave wall, really hurting now, and then woke up to find I'd rolled over at some point and had forgotten to take off my belt, which was now jammed uncomfortably into my torso where the bird had got me.
Post by: NJW2000 on January 31, 2016, 05:12:25 pm
Post by: TheDarkStar on January 31, 2016, 05:56:03 pm
This is a recurring dream that I've had several times over the last few years, but I last dreamed it last night.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on January 31, 2016, 07:39:30 pm
Also, our sponsors were Nokia, Bluetooth and MetalSlimeHunt (I saw Nokia's, Bluetooth's emblems and MSH's avatar all over the playing field walls).As it should be.
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on January 31, 2016, 11:44:07 pm
Someone should do a RTD in which they select a random dream from this thread and the players have to somehow win it.Every round takes place in a different dream, selected randomly after actions are chosen. It will be beautiful.
I want in on some of that MSH sponsorship money.... Better go to bed early tonight.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on February 01, 2016, 01:10:29 am
Post by: Putnam on February 01, 2016, 02:10:44 am
Quote from: http://www.anarchyishyperbole.com/2016/01/significant-digits-chapter-thirty-eight.html
Mr. Khan moved things and explained to Owen that he needed Owen to be a slightly different sort of person. Not very different, but different enough to help Mr. Khan. After it had all been explained, it made sense. They spoke for a long while. All the while that they spoke, Mr. Khan was moving jelly/lights/needles/switches/teeth. And at the end of this time, Owen had been both persuaded and altered, and he wasn’t sure where the persuasion had ended and alteration had begun, or if there was even a division between the two, or if there was even a difference.
I had a dream about this. Like, my dreams usually aren't so coherent, but damn if my brain isn't enthralled (HA) by some OP wizardry. This dream was utterly coherent. Rather than this Mr. Khan, the controller was some sort of generic dark wizard--actually IIRC my brain automatically substituted "generic dark wizard" with Snoke pretty quickly, since Snoke is the most recent obvious dark wizard I've actually seen an image of I guess--and, uh.
Actually, now that I think of it, the dream made Snoke seem way cooler than he seems to be now LOL. My brain actually made the possible literary connection pretty quickly--it actually managed to make the line "Supreme Leader Snoke is wise" seem terrifying, just with the idea that he's thought to be wise because he alters your mind to think his ideas are wise while keeping you mostly the same.
Oh, and it also made that spell way less overpowered by making it a ritual requiring a variety of random shit. I mean, completely random, I don't remember any of it, it was unimportant. He would still give you knowledge of the spell, though, so still OP in a way.
It ended and I woke up with the standard lucidity I get near the end of these things--except it wasn't the standard lucidity, apparently this was coherent enough that my brain decide that the lucidity would be from accepting dark wizard ideals rather than from that I was in a dream, when some news came in about some disunity or another happening and him going on a rant about how great we are since we all have similar ideals and can act in unity, at which point I realized (not realistically IMO, and it's not good writing, but hey, dreams) that Snoke's exactly like
But this time the lucidity wasn't a literal lucid dream, and that's really damn interesting.
tl;dr: a spell in a fanfiction was so fantastically overpowered that I had a dream about it and my unoriginal brain somehow managed to get Star Wars characters involved instead of the Harry Potter characters from the original fic.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on February 05, 2016, 10:53:14 am
I dreamed last night that one of my favorite RTDs had updated. It was glorious. I was disappointed when I woke up and it hadn't updated yet.
Post by: Yoink on February 05, 2016, 10:11:24 pm
-dream-Dang, that's one hell of a dream! I bet you didn't feel particularly rested upon waking.
Someone should do a RTD in which they select a random dream from this thread and the players have to somehow win it.Oh man, that would be amazing!
If you wanted extra fluff you could make the players members of some weird dream-exploring investigation, harvesting dream-material to fuel some sort of magic engine. Or any other silly backstory to get characters moving from one dream to another. Reminds me of a good book I read years ago, actually.
Huh.Sorry! :-[
I dreamed last night that one of my favorite RTDs had updated. It was glorious. I was disappointed when I woke up and it hadn't updated yet.
Post by: Shook on February 09, 2016, 10:13:51 am
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It began with me looking at various gifs on the internet. One that caught my eye (partly because it was rendered in nice pixel art) was a looping one of Scrooge McDuck swinging a cartoon-size mouse trap at that accountant duck in a three step motion, although the latter was just dodging effortlessly with his eyes closed in an "oh please" manner. So i look at it for a while because dayum that's some nice animation, even if it was kind of odd (though by no means the weirdest thing i've seen in either dreams or reality). But then, there was just one frame (visible because it was like what, 10-15 FPS?) where accountduck (let's call him that for now) had one eye open, staring straight at the viewer. A bit odd to go through all that effort just to put in one frame like that after so long time, but eh, not like i hadn't seem similar things before. So i look at it for a bit longer, and sure enough, the open eye thing repeats, although this time, it was visible for 3 frames (ish), with a yellow iris growing out from the cartoony black pupil, and then shrinking back in. It also started out closer to the viewer than before. So this pattern repeated a few times, with the eye being visible for longer, the iris growing out further and such, although the third time, there was also kind of a white noise accompanying it. After the fourth time, i was getting kind of freaked out, so i looked away for a while, and in between that and the next part, my memory fails me.
So, i look back, and suddenly everything is rendered in a cartoony manner, in some nondescript office, where accountduck is just getting done with MESSILY beating the Scrooge lookalike to death with the mouse trap. Like, pretty much DF-tier messy, although for some reason, the victim was coloured pink all over, so the gore didn't stand out as much as it otherwise would.
Then, another sudden scene change. Now it was about The Lich (yes from Adventure Time) invading the office building, in order to kill people and absorb their essence. The first few go down with a touch to the forehead, which apparently killed them. The Lich absorbed their essence, and for lord knows what reason, it was revealed that he did this in order to attain his true form, which was PAPYRUS. Every absorbtion brought him closer to looking like that, so that was kind of weird. Then, i apparently controlled an anthropomorphic rhino martial artist, who was going to beat the shit out of the invader. The latter then comes in through the door, looking pissed as hell (and boy let me tell you he looks pretty scary when pissed), but i avoid the initial Touch of Death(tm), and retaliate with a powerful-as-hell punch to his pelvis, which caused some yellow energy effect and launched him up against the nearest wall (which resembled the corner in our meatspace kitchen), after which he just kind of falls down to the ground and folds on the middle like a ragdoll.
However, hubris would take its toll, because VERY SUDDENLY, the view was third person, the invader sprung up, and showered rhinobro with evil black shards of doom in a decidedly cartoony-looking manner. No blood, but this killed rhinobro. Therefore, the invader now only needed one more soul/essence to reach his TRUE FORM (although he already looked like some weird Lich/Papyrus hybrid). Of course, that could logically only be one person: sans. Suddenly, jump cut to Lichpyrus(???) holding some kind of tablet computer, on which a Sans-lookalike was shown.
Now, if you think it's been weird up till now, this is where all sense gets dropped out of the window. Basically, it played out as a quiz-like conversation, with individual responses targeting specific parts of Sans' head, either growing them bigger or removing them. I think it was implied that the parts were actually bits of his brain, and they'd get "eaten" on the removal answers, and grown on the others. At first, he ends up getting a HUGE head, like the classic aliens with a ginormous brain. Then, it went the completely opposite way, with him having all the parts removed. What was beneath was kind of a red bulb with floating blue eyes. I recall that there was one last answer to be given, and one of the possible ones was "I already changed my mind", but it couldn't be selected. Exactly what that means is beyond me.
If you think you're going to get closure about LICHPYRUS(tm), you'll be disappointed, because after that, there was yet another jump cut. Now, i was in a Simpsons-esque setting in the familiar graphical style. Everything SEEMED okay at first, but then Bart comes around, wearing a balls out terrifying face (look up Bart is Dead on the creepypasta wiki, basically that image, except worse). I think i was starting to wake up, because everything just started to get jumbled up. I remember the sound of a chainsaw, briefly seeing one of the characters with an exposed brain, me blocking my own view of the various things with my knee, and finally, me noping the fuck out of there because it was getting creepy as hell and i didn't want anything to do with that. Then i finally woke up.
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So yeah, that was weird. :v
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on February 12, 2016, 03:17:13 pm
The most recent dream I can remember much of started with me flying down a mountain at night, steadily losing altitude. It was a weird hybrid of the Just Cause 3 wingsuit, Elytra, and dream flying powers, with the slight complication that it was really cold, so I kept curling up into a ball for warmth and losing most of my lift. I stopped on a couple ledges to admire some ancient, twisted statues of nothing in particular, then landed at a stopped ADVENT convoy on the shore to meet up with my field trip group. I was late.
We took some ferry to a "museum" based on the rec center of a college I'd just toured, where I met a young girl who seemed to be a clone of someone I know. I was somehow weirded out enough to start arguing over it, but not clued in enough to use it as a reality check. It was surprisingly aggravating.
There's a sort of "seam" here, which feels like it fits in to a couple of scenes from previous dreams: some sort of sneaking around/fighting in a parking garage and getting lost in a large, dark city. The city in particular definitely fits, as it was the next destination of the field trip. It was some sort of dystopia with, again, the ADVENT aesthetic (but the wrong one, dark heavy-duty armor instead of the clean futuristic city style) and some sort of Divergent-like separation of teenagers by some trait, expressed through dyed hair. I ended up joining some rebellion and getting my hair dyed too; it came out as a horrific frizzy black mass with blotches of magenta, yellow and cyan. I was trying to find a place to wash my hair properly as soon as I could, but apparently the combination of all 3 hair colors (each secondary-color-on-black was a "faction" or whatever) made me the special main character who would end the dystopian oppression or something.
Spoiler: technically Divergent spoilers? (click to show/hide)
That was where it ended.
Post by: Starver on February 13, 2016, 05:05:18 am
Last night was (or now is) fragmented, but eventually seemed to be based around a Stepford-type community where everyone knows each other's business, but we're the good-guys. It transpires (though not from the off) that the bad-guys are a group of cab-drivers. Actual left-pondian, inter-war, yellow-cab drivers; wearing utilitarian greatcoats and during at least occasion (in which 'I' was not there) they wielded flaming torches as they either had some sort of Clan Meeting or else threatened somebody. I'm not sure how that went. But very cinematic. I'm fairly convinced that it was it was in black'n'white (or at least very colour-suppressed), even though I'm sure I dream in colour usually. To top it all off, 'my' character, a bit of a Cary Grant, but with a healthy dollop of slapstick to him.
It didn't start that way, though. It might have been something Minecrafty (I had a wolf, and a bow and arrow, and after a now-hazy bit involving something very un-Cary Grantish, I ended up capturing a spider and holding it as a weapon, held just so I could encourage it to squirt its web to capture/incapacitate other spiders), but then we were in this Stepfords-vs-Cabbies situation.
My office, a tall-ceilinged affair with a typical '20s/'30s appearance, has an an assistant who doesn't actually 'get' the Stepfordness, but she's good at her job and honest so we let her use an alcove for her work, rather than the middle of the office where everyone can see... a slightly unusual arrangement that not everyone understands, but she's 'good people', so it passes.
[Things now happen, like the flaming-torches cab drivers around an upturned taxi, but this is something I don't actually 'know' about, and furthers the audience's information about the plot. And probably the 'plot', too. I'm not sure I understood it all, myself.]
I'm now in a hotel. Possibly investigating. There's a laundry-basket that I'm told must get to the elevator before a certain time to get to where it and its contents (my luggage?) is supposed to be going. For some reason I don't want to be seen leaving the hotel, or... rather... I want to be thought of as going elsewhere. I arrange that the laundry basket be moved slightly too late, to allay the suspicions of someone I assume is watching me, somehow distract the lift-boy/attendant/whoever and then rush into the elevator (still holding a plate... not sure why, maybe to convince someone that I was still eating in my room, or else going for a meal instead, and for some reason I can't drop the plate yet) and - unseen - flop into the basket.
Except that I'd apparently practised the manoeuvre without the plate, and whilst holding the plate it's not as easy. Cue slapstick, as I flop into the basket in various ways until I and my plate (regular dinner-plate, and one of those huge-hamper-type laundry baskets that nearly fills the elevator!) 'somehow' fit in. On top of the small amount of laundry. I'm not sure where my luggage-in-the-laundry-basket is, at this point, but never mind.
I exit the elevator in the basement level, a largely open-plan (but laundry-stuffed) area. From an establishing shot, I know that I've descended there just as someone who I probably don't want to be seen by has passed the bottom of the elevator, in that typical cinematic coincidence where guards or antagonists move past doors just before the protagonists step out, unobserved. All this (and all that I remember that follows, save for a few fragments that might just be a camera-pretending-to-be-first-person) is seen in third-person. Insert some flummery as I exit the basket, and it seems I find some overalls, to blend in. Which I do, as a shift changes and a whole lot of others in similar overalls stream in and out of the place. They may be the 'innocents' in the plot, workers unaware, as people akin to the cab-drivers are also there, likely the enforcers or the 'inner circle' of the plot.
I head for a stairwell, back up the building. (Same building? Well, if this dream elevator works the way of normal elevators, one would think so, but it's a dream-elevator, so I think I'm actually intended to be in the basement of some warehouse or other building Downtown, rather than the basement of the hotel.) To the top floor and the posh (hotel-like! ...so maybe they're dream-stairs, too!) top floor, with something of a penthouse-suite look to it.
I find the main antagonist's rooms and find... him dead. He's set up this... organisation of sorts... for some nefarious purposes, but then (it appears) topped himself in remorse, and now he's a figurehead only of this autonomous cult. Some plot-holes are sewn up for my Cary Grant character as he discovers this information (in documents on the desk?), but the-hell-if-I-can-remember how that actually happened. But there's still the cab-drivers, and there's a confrontation with one as I exit the rooms, now with my assistant in tow and A.N.Other who I don't recall. (But it's very much an inter-war thriller, both are ladies of my acquaintance who have taken on the 'sidekick' role. The kind of fish-out-of-water semi-comedic types because they're ladies who aren't used to action-thriller situations and have to follow the hero around in high-heels but then occasionally do something spontaneously and fortuitous like knock a gun out of an assailant's hands purely because of their own clumsiness and because the Plot demanded that it happen so we could all get out of a sticky situation.)
The confrontation resolves in a camera-friendly manner, and it seems we've sorted the conspiracy out. We read some rules on the wall, some sort of proclamation, regarding our Stepfordian community, which has the point that nobody is to have their own private space (but previously annotated, apparently by me (when?), that my Secretary is allowed an alcove, especially, because she's a good egg and it's Ok for her to have that little quirk) and we head for the elevator (a different one, remember we took the stairs up to here and it's probably a different building... as if that matters!) but my character appears to be genre-savvy. Instead of getting in, closing the door and pressing the down button, he half-closes the door from the outside and presses down and the lift starts to move a bit and then sticks. (No, not falls. And no, that's not because the door is half-open. But the implication is that had we got in, closed the doors and then pressed down we would... have gone down a few inches then stuck. NOOOOOO!!!!!!) It seems to be a last-laugh by either the pre-repentant antagonist who later suicided or the just-defeated cabbie-villain-cultmember-person.
But we didn't get caught by that non-lethal (at least not immedately lethal) trap, so Happy Ending!
THE END. (I then woke up. Probably to the sound of a closing overture, although I never did see any scrolling-past credits.)
Yeah, I'm not so sure that's a blockbuster, yet. Needs a good re-write to fill in the gaps. And to adjust the inherent sexism of the movie to at least modern-standards of sexism. And remove the bit about the spiders. (Just to point out about the spiders, though, it wasn't that I was squeezing their abdomen to make them squirt silk from their rear spinicules, it was more like holding them by the legs and bending them up like a weird form of bulldog-clip. Very unanatomical. But that might have been more like a video-game than a genuine wildlife movie.) But, other than that, and the current unavailability of Cary Grant, I think we have a hit on our hands! In my dreams!
Post by: chaotic skies on February 13, 2016, 11:09:53 pm
Later. In a wierd tent-city thing. Large clouds are rolling in; none but the richest of people keep their masks on their people, as filters break, and some are willing to kill for them. I get in my tent, which is more like a collapsible, prefab house, and put my mask on to wait out the cloud. Apparently there's a big zombie in the middle that creates the cloud. Two bozos break-in; I hide. They begin arguing over who gets the place. I pull out throwing knives, throw them at 1's ankle and 2's knee. Missed 2, hit 1. HUD pops up, I can see health, energy, food, water, and what's in the tent, with space for upgrades. Fight the two, wasting time until the cloud rolls in. Put my mask on just in time; one's bleeding out, just threw two into a wall. Someone looks at me from their tent with a horrified look on their faces as I throw out the bodies. I smile.
Then I wake up and use this dream to plan a videogame I'll never successfully begin to create.
Post by: Tawa on February 13, 2016, 11:24:30 pm
A man is walking through the forest and is apprehended by the local sheriff, who accuses him of murder due to the blood on his hands. The man explains his story: he was camping out one night when some guy robbed him and tried to shank him when he "didn't have The Plans". After seeing his face, the thief realized he had the wrong guy and ran off. The man's hands got bloody when he treated his own wound.
The sheriff believes him and rounds up a posse to track down the assailant. Eventually, they find him holed up next to a fallen tree, nursing a wound of his own. The sheriff questions him at gunpoint and the thief tells his story: he was supposed to meet a man named "Corman Derby" in the forest to get plans for a new revolver with unprecedented accuracy; apparently, Derby was trying to start a revolution and give Texas back to Mexico, and needed this new gun to have an edge over the government; the thief was a double agent, pretending to be a revolutionary sympathizer but was actually trying to get dirt on Derby so the government could arrest him.
The sheriff is intrigued by this and has one of his guys run a check on this "Corman Derby" guy. He takes the first guy and the thief back to town with him.
In town, they find out that Corman Derby is a rich guy who bears a vague resemblance to The Master from Manos: The Hands of Fate. The sheriff and his gang start looking for Derby; as it turns out, he's right in Town Square. The sheriff points his gun at him and tells Derby that the jig's up, but Derby knew time was running out and had already managed to procure one of the revolvers. He takes a hostage and backs into a warehouse, yelling, "None o' this would'a happened 'f it weren't fer that fuckin' gun!"
I woke up at that point.
Post by: Arx on February 15, 2016, 03:15:46 pm
I made dancing girl automatons so real and beautiful they could entrance rooms of people. Then I would move in and kill them while they stared. The girls were my only companions.
I was caught. Standing beside a busy highway, I drank a jar of gasoline and self-immolated. Searing pain burnt through my veins and streams of fire burst from my rupturing eyes as I stepped into the highway, where I was struck by the oncoming cars. I stepped out of my body and onto the pavement, watching my charred body crumble away as the relentless traffic milled over it.
The police stopped the traffic for long enough to cross the road and speak to me. I told them I had no idea who they were asking about, and that they could ask my mother and my brother Teoth. I can't recall the address I gave them, but it was to the East-North-East, in a poorer part of town.
One of them recognised the names and challenged me. I confessed. They were one of my dancing girls. They led me to a small couch placed in the middle of the road, with a coffee table and a rug. The other dancing girls were there too, calling me sister. I sagged into the embrace of one seated on the couch.
Then I woke up.
Post by: AzyWng on February 15, 2016, 05:58:52 pm
Night of 1/17/2016 - 1/18/2016
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Post by: flabort on February 17, 2016, 12:35:10 pm
There was some sort of temple. The antechamber had a bunch of pillars, and 5 pedestals. We had collected 5 tablets and 5 keys, each in matching colors to the pedestals, the tablets were floating in the air near the pedestals, and images had appeared on them to indicate what we had to do next. A keyhole had appeared on the white (center) pedestal due to us doing what was displayed on the white tablet, so we used the key in the hole.
All the pedestals and tablets recessed into the floor, and much of the floor fell away to reveal raw flowing energy; a manifestation of raw Pool. Someone fell in, and was dissolved into it. A statue appeared, pure white, at the far end of the antechamber/boss arena. It's eye transformed into the eye of the dude who fell in, and it's arms looked like his, but otherwise it was an emotionless vaguely female featureless white statue that attacked everyone in sight with streams of burning liquid light (I'm assuming the spell was something like "Beam Beam Light Light Light Light Light Away-from-me Away-from-me Seek-Target Seek-Target Seek-Target Condense-material-into-liquid Condense-material-into-liquid Anti-matter", which would imply at LEAST 14 pool and the regeneration that went with it; given what's under the floor, it had to be attached to it). I had somehow dodged it's attacks, and was hiding behind a pillar with an Adamantine Insectoid Tentacle Lizard Man (I was assuming it must be Derm), and I made a deal with him; when we stepped out to attack the statue, we'd hold hands (claws?) and say the same words at the same time, pointing at the same target (the statue), trying to combine our Pot to beat it's Pool. While we were talking, the person hiding behind the next pillar over heard us, and agreed to join in as well. So we all stepped out at once, somehow having more individual speed than the boss, grabbed hands with Derm in the middle, and chanted out a four word spell, hoping that our collective Pot would be added up and used together. The spell was "Blackhole Seek-Target Away-from-me Protect-me-from-spell". We were launched backwards (a typical result of combining Blackhole and Protect-me-from-spell), and the third person didn't manage to stop himself on time, falling into the abyss of endless Pool. Derm and I stopped at the ledge. The statue gained the mouth and wings of the person who fell in, but the blackhole was rapidly approaching her. It was ripping out bits of the roof, it pulled over a pillar, and it was tearing up the floor, despite not being near any of them. It seemed we had succeeded in combining our Pot. The hole sucked in the statue as it attempted to fly away and blast it with the same kind of beam as before (but with even more Pool put into it), but it did nothing except to feed the hole. The statue was disintegrated, and the floor slid back into place over the abyss, and the pedestals and tablets returned (except for the white ones), and the blackhole continued going, into the sky, causing an eclipse. After a while, it expired, but the sun was MUCH dimmer; from where it was, two gassy forms floated down and were absorbed by Derm and me; at which point I woke up, with a need to use the washroom.
Post by: TheBiggerFish on February 17, 2016, 05:23:42 pm
Post by: TempAcc on February 17, 2016, 05:36:16 pm
We fell down in the end. As we hit the ground, we got teleported to a bathroom kind of place. The guy was crying and I told him it was ok, and now he was one of us, he looked at me with sad eyes and nodded, and we got out of the room and met up with my boss and the other guy, we grabbed some stuff and got off the apartment. Then I woke up.
Post by: Parsely on February 17, 2016, 06:12:39 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 17, 2016, 09:12:48 pm
Post by: Xantalos on February 18, 2016, 02:16:36 am
You guys all good? Good, good.
*leaves for another aeon*
Post by: Blaze on February 18, 2016, 05:49:00 am
It first started as a 3D platforming game, where my group collected treasures across a wide variety of areas, ending when my team ran into the Big Bad castle and decided to give up. With the proceeds, we bought an old broken-down shop and decided to live in it. Where I found out that one of my team mates had created a brand of animations that I loved so much.
The home was in a tough neighborhood, and after the leader's car got trashed by a gang living in a never-completed construction (It looked like one of those multi-story glass buildings, except with no windows) I suggested we torch out the gang with molotovs and flamethrowers. Leader pointed out that such an endeavor would be fruitless without money, so we were left to seethe.
Then a short part where I can't remember much, but I do remember being able to upgrade the home with money.
Afterwards, the leader's parents moved in. While friendly, his father had thoroughly convinced the mother that the brain cancer she was so obviously suffering was not real; even disregarding our *expert* medical advice in pointing it out.
Then came the longest part, I married animator-guy, and he took up a job as a bus driver. While dropping off children, he took me to drop me off at a nearby store. As he had a headache, I offered to take over. I was apparently such an atrocious driver that I was labeled a hijacker. In my defense, it was the road that was bad, with stone platforms hastily thrown over the many pitfalls; though me forgetting where the brakes were and plowing through a drive-through gas station was sorta my fault.
Years passed, with us raising a family in that bus. We had proved to be geniuses with automotives, and had upgraded that schoolbus to the point where it could survive law enforcement, the army, and my horrible driving skills (Yes he still let me drive, no my skills did not improve). Cue a short cutscene where the newly hired psychologist (who looked a lot like Morgan Freeman) had a revelation and convinced the team attempting to capture me that this was all a misunderstanding. We picked up the long-forgotten radio, and agreed to surrender, we got off scott free and moved back into the old group-house.
Time-skip ahead, our skills at upgrading had revolutionized the world. The leader's parents had died, and to pay the bills he had started a dessert company. As we walked down the road to the shop, a passing driver of a giant flatbed truck tipped his hat towards us before driving on.
We listened to Leader's new advertising, where he had apparently found a recipe to the most delicious sweets in the world that was also healthy at the same time. He made a lot of suspicious comments about how *not poisonous* the ingredients were, so I decided to stick around.
It turns out that the secret ingredient was made by a couple (like married couple) of large living soap dispensers that were filled with some toxic soap-like substance. Apparently so toxic that every time they got angry and leaked some, Leader had to shell out some money on the antidote that was also part of his recipe every time that happened. They were apparently miserable at their state of life, so I suggested that they try working as a shower head.
Cue a short cutscene consisting of several different angles of water fountain-ing out of one of those plastic tanks that water is often delivered in. Apparently they loved their new job, and Leader was able to continue his dessert-making enterprise in relative peace.
The story ends with the now elderly me and my husband in a bathtub together, looking over the animations I loved so much in the past.
Then I woke up and needed to go to the bathroom.
Post by: TheDarkStar on February 18, 2016, 05:58:55 pm
First I was talking to people. They were talking about a friend I knew several years ago. Then I was in a car. I was on my way to a rocket because I was going to go to space. I was kind of nervous, though.
Then I moved to England.
Post by: hops on February 18, 2016, 10:32:51 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 19, 2016, 11:07:56 am
*looks at own thread for the first time in over a year*What is Xantalos may never die, and in strange times even death may die
You guys all good? Good, good.
*leaves for another aeon*
Post by: BlackFlyme on February 20, 2016, 02:52:26 am
Had a dream I was in a horror game of some sort. I wasn't scared, and I was just wandering around with a game guide. There were companions, and they would often have instances where something in the environment would trigger them to be attacked or get lost or otherwise need saving. I tried to read ahead to keep away from the triggers, but they liked to split up more than the Scooby-Doo gang.
We were in a ramshackle plane with the Brotherhood of Steel for some reason, and the plane crashed. Probably because they tried to plug the holes in the plane by just covering them with tarps or some other kind of fabric.
There were weird hillbilly Hills-Have-Eyes style mutants that would melt when killed. At one point a companion got dragged off by one, and in trying to find them, I ended up in a room filled with people cut in half, still alive somehow. They were screaming, and I told one to shut up, and that I would help in a minute, just as soon as I stop going around in circles. They weren't very helpful when I tried asking questions.
There was also a point were I was on a cruise ship, off the coast of a peninsula with a lighthouse. I was wandering around looting everything I could when some sort of police officer yelled at me to put them all back. I said that would take too much time, so I was told to just reset the level. There was s shootout when some terrorists came on board. After walking off the ship, a giant sea dragon came out of the water. The rest of the dream was just me constantly reloading the 'game' as I was trying to kill the dragon.
Post by: Starver on February 20, 2016, 05:48:50 am
But that had happened 'before'. Whether or not it had been a previous dream (same cycle, or a previous cycle - even a previous night!). It might have been actually revealed in 'flashbacks' that (as per Inception) gave the impression of being fuller and more real than it already wasn't. Hard to tell.
This time, however, I'm not on the sound-crew. I'm not even involved. I just happened to be passing the theatre (modelled, quite precisely except for scale, upon the scout-hut that I used to attend, decades ago, as cub/scout/venture-scout). And they're putting on another play. A play that (I will later comment, as I'm making my excuses) is by the same famous playwright and very similar in plot. So I'm at the back of the hall, watching the near-identical plot progression (actors dressed up in an different era of clothes, as per the different setting, and apparently the actors are some professionals and not people I knew, as I did the previous time) and we're getting to 'that point'. And I have something like a USB external HDD in my pocket, and I realise I have that bit of music on it, and it appears that the sound-desk does not have anything prepared - it appears the same lack would produce the same 'amateur' representation of the scripted sound/music, very shortly.
I attract the attention of the person at the sound-desk. I do it silently but badly. Somehow I make myself obvious to the audience (facing away from me, towards the stage) far easier than the person at the sound desk (who may, or may not, have been the comedian and (at least professionally) irascible individual David Mitchell...). I somehow get the drive to him (skim it along the floor?) and then need to mouth "Track Thir-teen!" quite a lot, to get him to understand. He has to come back to me (disturbing the audience further) for my mouthed instructions to make sense and then finally get back (disturbing the audience more) to plug the thing in and implement the track, just in time... but wrongly..!
It seems this near-identical play (and my describing it is very nearly the same as the previous one isn't going down well... as if I'm saying that the famous playwright isn't doing enough different things) doesn't require this particular sonic intervention. The actors are upset by the messing about of their 'pure' and not-in-any-way-at-all-(same author)-'plagiarised' play, and I have crawl into their crawl-space/dressing rooms to placate them with my attempted explanations.
...Then there came a bit with cream-cakes sliding off the top of cars, at a party. By design, apparently. But I can't now recall how the transitional scenes to this new situation occurred, that was just a short 'skit' before I woke up...
Post by: Baffler on February 22, 2016, 10:25:17 pm
-snip-
That sounds horribly frustrating. Trippy, but frustrating.
More messed up dreams while napping. Had this earlier but didn't get a chance to write it until now. I dreamed I was a fur trapper living in a semi-wild area, living in a little cabin outside a small village. All the trees had their fall colors and there was a slight nip in the air while I was retrieving a beaver from my snare, when I spotted a bear off in the distance. It got up on two legs and sniffed in my direction, then started barreling down on me. It obviously wanted the beaver, and I didn't want to fight the bear, so I just left the thing and beat a hasty retreat. It didn't stop to get the beaver though. In a panic I turned around and shot my musket at it. It keeled over dead. I intended to skin and butcher it, but I didn't see any of that.
Cut ahead to me sitting on the porch of my cabin doing nothing in particular. A man dressed in a metal chestplate, bright blue shirt, and wide brimmed hat with a feather came up to me, and told me that he was looking for a tracker. A local hunter had killed a bear sow, he explained, and its mate was taking out its frustration on humanity at large. He told me that the bear was massive, and a traveler it had attacked claimed that the beast could speak and become invisible at will. He didn't think too highly of that idea, but acknowledged that the beast had killed a worrying number of livestock, and the traveler's horse. He was putting together a posse to find the beast and kill it. I obviously couldn't refuse, though I had the good sense to not mention the bear I'd shot earlier. He told me to meet him in town that evening.
Cut ahead again, and myself, the adventurer, and two other men were riding down the road the traveler had been attacked on looking for signs of the creature. One of the new men was dressed in furs like me and carried a long, heavy bear spear; and the other was dressed in leather and a green vest, and carried a musket. The adventurer and I both had spears like the man in the furs. We eventually came across a massive amount of blood on the path, presumably where the bear had killed the man's horse, but there wasn't a scrap of anything else. There was bramble on either side of the path here, and a very steep incline to one side. There was a good deal of disturbance in the bramble on both sides, but much more on the flat side. We dismounted and very carefully advanced in that direction while the adventurer held the horses.
Very suddenly we heard a roar, and the bramble in front of us started shaking violently. Musket guy fired a shot off into it and got another roar, while the lot of us braced for impact. This was far less than ideal, but we didn't have time to do anything else. The bear burst out of the brush, slightly farther down the road than we had expected, and grabbed spear guy before any of us could react. It grabbed him by the shoulder with its teeth and started dragging him back into the brush. The adventurer and I both rushed the bear, but I missed my thrust and he was too far away. It got back where we couldn't reach it, we heard an extremely unpleasant sound, and spear guy stopped yelling.
Shit was thoroughly fucked, and we decided to get on our horses and lead it to a more open stretch of road. It chased us out almost as soon as we'd got moving. It was quick enough to get a swipe of its paw at the adventurer, but his breastplate was enough to mostly protect him. The bramble cleared fairly quickly, and gave way to uneven lightly forested ground. We split off, with musket guy going forward and myself and the adventurer breaking off to either side. The bear followed musket guy, who took an improbable shot at it and missed. The sound put musket guy's horse over the breaking point, and it stopped paying what little regard for him it still had. He fell off, and the bear tore into him almost immediately.
I pointed my spear at it, intending to lance it while it was stationary, but my horse wasn't too keen on charging the thing. It wheeled off and threw me, too, but I was just quick enough to raise my spear to hold off the bear. It backed out of reach, and had started moving around the side when the adventurer managed what I had just failed at, and drove the spear almost completely through the thing's midsection. It keeled over but didn't die, and I only just managed to roll away before it bit into my neck. It came in view again just in time for me to see the now dismounted adventurer stab it in the side of the head with his belt knife. He clutched his side where the bear had hit him and groaned, and slid down onto his back. A moment passed, and he started laughing in a halting, pained sort of way. He must've broken something when he got hit. There was more to the dream than that, I think, but I don't remember it well enough to write it out.
Post by: nomoetoe on February 23, 2016, 02:55:40 pm
At one point I'm in a diner somewhere looking for someone, eventually I see this person but when I get close to them the person turns into someone else, second time this has happened to me in a dream that I remember.
During another part of the dream I was in some arcade or something, the world was run by some people but I don't know much about that, I meet with someone and later were at a hotel, at the hotel we do some illegal activities and after we hear that the police are after us we decided it would be a good idea to leave the city, so were down road to get out of the city. I see a blimp up in the sky that seems to be part of the search for us, for some reason there is a third person with us now, the person driving wasn't looking so he ran right through a checkpoint that was setup to look for us, so I stopped time and then quickly reversed it, I tell the driver what is about to happen and I'm not sure what happened next but I ended up in the wilderness somewhere, more time manipulation happened but I don't know why.
This part of the dream, this freaking part of the dream, I'm in the middle of some dark area, I can't tell if I'm outside or inside, I look behind me and I see a big monstrous creature with a giant eye a big sharp teethed grin and many tentacles coming from its body, it slowly approaches me and I think "Yep this is gonna be a nightmare time" Then suddenly, the area lights up, the monster is no longer monstrous, there's a group of people and there are 7 shreks in different outfits, everyone seems to be celebrating something, apparently a wedding happened/is going to happen. I'm not 100% but I think my exact thoughts at the time were "What."
Some less important things happened then I of course wake up.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on February 26, 2016, 02:27:04 pm
I was really trying to fall asleep but I just couldn´t so I tried to lucid dream my way into sleep.
Now I found this weird way of making me fall into some weird muscle relaxation that makes me feel like I am spinning and as if slowly falling.
Now before I even realize I am able to imagine some vivid images the only problem is I am quickly carried by my stream of though as if I was unable to control the dream, I was not even sure if it was lucid dreaming, I just kept switching topics.
One time I was playing From The Dephts and designing super complicated ships then another I am watching some YouTube video and I am able to somehow enter it and spin it around as if it was 3D or something.
But then I was able to wake up fairly easily and I was thirsty so I went for a bottle of water.
After returning to my bed I just fall asleep normally.
But then I have dream about playing football and I am awoken to my own leg kicking the wall... which I thought was a ball in the dream..
That happens to me way too often, and also on other sports, player throws a basketball to me in a dream and I try to catch it IRL making myself up...
Post by: Shadowlord on February 26, 2016, 05:02:23 pm
That's about all I remember. Seemed kind of unusual.
Post by: Tiruin on February 26, 2016, 10:21:29 pm
Post by: WillowLuman on February 27, 2016, 12:33:33 am
Post by: Dermonster on February 29, 2016, 01:06:48 am
After a while, it expired, but the sun was MUCH dimmer; from where it was, two gassy forms floated down and were absorbed by Derm and me; at which point I woke up, with a need to use the washroom.
A++ Would cause the end of the world with flabort again.
Post by: TD1 on March 01, 2016, 03:20:01 pm
Post by: TheBiggerFish on March 01, 2016, 03:45:50 pm
That should be in the OOC thread by rights.That is, isn't it?
Post by: uber pye on March 02, 2016, 01:29:40 am
like:
[TRAIN CAR][TRUCK][TRAIN CAR][TRAIN CAR][TRUCK] in this direction->
then, for some reason, the back truck tries to pass the first and the whole thing falls of the cliff. As we were falling i am told "this isnt a bad way to go." I disagree and try to escape the falling train, but i am too late and die. As i wake up, i hear a sound that i cannot for the life of me remember.
and then i actually wake up.
Anyone else have dreams where they wake up once or more inside their dreams?
Post by: Starver on March 03, 2016, 08:21:16 am
The massed ranks of scholars were, for some reason, all wearing traffic cones taped to their heads, and undergoing some sort of stamina/leadership assessment, and I was called in (from the 'pool' awaiting assessment) to replace one who dropped out. I'm given my traffic cone and shown how the tape should attach it to my head and sent around the building, to discover that the person I am replacing is actually the team-leader of the exercise, and I also need to wear some electronic box of trickery, perhaps to relay instructions, which I fiddle with, as it tangles rather with my cone-hat-strap-tape.
...scene change or maybe a forgotten bit...
Now it's advanced leadership training, a group of us are in a tabletop exercise, where someone is appointed leader of the task and assigns someone to answer some sort of question upon a personal tablet that each of us wields. There's also (fake?) paper money involved, perhaps intended to be awarded by a ranking system in various amounts to those people taking on various stratified roles in the 'business' that (somehow) is linked to the role-play, but someone drops that, early on (and, at the end we have to try and find it, and suspect that most of it is loss), but at one point I'm the leader of the phase and do well but pass that responsibility on, graciously, to (quite possibly) my fellow player Hilary Clinton, who in return is then required to ask me a question about the meaning of a word (which I guess, correctly, is something like "to split the church into three parts" (as in a schism that's more than bilateral)... well, it began with "TRI" and I was lucky that this was the plainly obvious answer...). I get leadership back, as most of the players lead, and that's where we need to find the 'money', again.
...scene-change or forgotten interlude...
My task (
By nudging the coffee-trailer into the middle of the debris left by destroyed enemies (even before all enemies are destroyed, but of course that would put us in danger of being still attacked), we get resource gains, and also the opportunity for 'people' to come out of the landscape and become 'followers' (for purely nominative value, or perhaps we're increasing our 'legend'?). As we get to the point where we are assigned to set up the coffee-trailer for business, we then use the resources gained as purchase-power to buy in stock (and upgrades), so that we can successfully both sell coffee and transit the landscape, in-between the designated retail opportunities.
Ultimately, it appears that I'm learning how to prove my worth, to the gamesmaster who has been in control of at least the last two 'scenarios', and thus worthy of actually becoming the leader that I know I should be...
During some of the last attempts to gain more followers, I actually go beyond the boundaries of the track and end up emerging (Narnian Wardrobe-like) from the clothes racking in an actual shop... Breaking the fourth wall, in some way (or maybe just the 3.5th wall). That may have been the point I finally left the arms of Morpheus. (No, it wasn't an erotic dream about Laurence Fishburne, that's just the turn of phrase that came to mind right now. Now shut up about it...)
Post by: BFEL on March 09, 2016, 02:55:52 pm
Started off kinda horror-y, but gradually gave way to something thought provoking.
In an underground government lab, civilians are brought in and given water with a special powder in it. After ingestion, the person is enveloped by a large amount of goo-stuff from the inside. Afterward, they stop acting like themselves and act with a new personality.
After some random dream exploring that played out like a movie, I, and I alone start to realize what's really going on is the powder is a type of earth-born fungus, which only survives in one small stream in the world, and the program I witnessed was some government cooked up happy medium between a conservation program and a super soldier project.
Cuz see the infectees can control the goo-stuff I mentioned earlier more or less at will, making giant fists and such. Think fantasy slime powers and you have the right idea.
More stuff happens (Mostly arguing with NPCs about why only certain people are targeted by the fungus in nature. In nature it looks like an oil slick btw. An oil slick that can STAND UP and become AMBULATORY) and I can control the goo-stuff.
I played in the stream as a child, and was infected "naturally" by the fungus.
Meaning basically my entire personality my whole life is funguszombie personality.
And thats about how it ended.
Post by: Insanegame27 on March 09, 2016, 03:18:29 pm
Then my crush walks into the room and sits down opposite me. Our eyes meet and my nose explodes and I wake up.
Post by: Starver on March 10, 2016, 01:19:32 am
The first was an interesting post-apocalyptic landscape of wandering warriors (although it might have been an alien planet, later on, upon which our warriors had been landed may have had a little civil war, but now were dragging themselves back up from their own remnants of civilisation). A big question raised was the strange satellite in orbit around the planet we were on (whichever that might have been) that was beeping out "SOS" in morse. Visibly. Leaving trails. Leaving my character trying to get the others to realise that there's something strange about the . . . / - - - / . . . trails left in the wake of a satellite. Further pointing out that some of those bits were off-pattern (not that I could read them). Further further pointing out that when each triplet ended, the tracks 'jumped back' in the sky and noticeably started further back again. Implying that there wasn't just a simple satellite (alien or otherwise) creating this effect, although nobody else seemed bothered at all by this.
It ended with our 'team', having (despite some strange politics that meant that technically I was an outlaw) just missing getting onto the open elevator-platform-type-thing destined to rendezvous with the satellite, I think I was trying to tell the others in my group about the anomalies, so only the head guy we'd met got on board just before its scheduled departure.
(For those that advocate entering a lucid dream-state by finding something wrong in the dream, including trying to read things and finding them unreadable, it never seems to work for me. When I clearly see things that are wrong, I am living the fact that they are wrong, within the dream, I don't 'pop out' into lucidity.)
Dream number two (or maybe three, hard to tell in hindsight) involved a city-scape. From some context or other, the question was raised about what colour clothing the unicorn would be wearing. Apparently I should know this if I had read Angels And Demons (which I haven't). Apparently the unicorn (named 'Angel' but demonic) wasn't wearing a red jumpsuit, which was my guess, but I never found out what. Also Angel-the-demonic-unicorn is a an architect who has designed many buildings but had few (if any!) built, we discover.
(This is one of the few dream subjects that I can track back to previously learnt wakeful information. A few days ago I heard a radio programme featuring a female architect who kept winning contracts for he designs but then getting rebuffed or forced to rebid, for one reason or another.)
Other things happened in the cityscape, but that's the big message I took from it.
Third (or maybe second, but I'm sure it's the one I woke up from) dream was based around a complex that I identified as a shopping centre. (Yes, I've been around a shopping centre, in the last few days, but this is no indication of much.) One of the big questions was of why my father's phone's credits have been running down through increased data usage whilst in a certain area of this mall, despite the fact that he (like I) doesn't use any data allocation with his distinctly non-smart phone. I think I was close to the source of this problem (and possibly investigating this purely dream-based situation) when I woke up. There were slightly pulsating silvery pipes involved, possibly, unless that was just a heating system. (Again, there was more in the dream, but that was the basic episode-long theme around which the rest revolved.)
Post by: Parsely on March 10, 2016, 10:28:16 am
Spoiler: Warning, violent. (click to show/hide)
Post by: Eric Blank on March 15, 2016, 04:36:50 pm
The serpent was faster than our jetski craft so we climbed on one of the structures, a wooden home on stilts in Japanese style architecture, and fought it. It tore the building apart, and swallowed one of the companions. I swam to a nearby tower as the dragon also attacked, killing the other serpent. We could barely harm the serpent, and the dragon was nigh invincible. I managed to climb to the top of the tower just in time, it being made of steel and reinforced concrete. The dragon could reach all the way to the top, was striking at me constantly. My companions were apparently dead. Eventually, I lost.
The game restarted at the point where the serpent attacked us, and this time I had everyone follow me up the tower immediately. The serpent couldn't reach, and when the dragon attacked we had a scant few moments to return to our boats and flee to the city (the dragon couldn't keep up). Once there we told the king we were fucked, and fishing boats shouldn't be launched. One such boat was destroyed by the dragon with all hands lost. Luckily, it didn't try to crawl across the stones to reach the city.
There was a temple in the city we were shown to, that was supposed to explain the significance of the dragon and the serpents. That's all I remember.
Post by: nomoetoe on March 16, 2016, 01:25:44 pm
At this point a friend of mine enters the dream, we have a fairly sane conversation. He tells me that he's here to make sure I behave, he tells me: "Not to do anything more extreme then hug or kiss someone or the person will be replaced with him." I asked him who sent him to do this but he refused to tell me, some other weird junk happened like having a game menu appear and me modifying my appearance with stuff that had weird descriptions. I don't know when, but at some point I realized that this was a dream. So I started pointing at people and telling them that they aren't real, one person started crying, a few looked angry, another one just looked shocked. I then asked my friend if I was allowed to merge with someone, he didn't understand what I meant by merge with someone. I literally meant merge with someone. I then grabbed the nearest person and merged with him and doing so...killed all life on earth.
I'm now in a spaceship and I get out to check out the planet, rock, endless fields of rock, there is no sun, there is no moon, there is no sky. I decided to mine for some materials, I do so by tunneling through the rock with my bare hands, I eventually find some copper and coal and niter. I continue my search and eventually I find...Mcdonalds french fries, and there is a window and on the other side is the interior of a Mcdonalds and some guy is working, I decided to eat a few french fries and punch the window a few times, no damage no response. Then the french fries for the most part turned into a burrito, and behind me, more french fry burritos. I wake up shortly after.
Post by: Starver on March 16, 2016, 02:53:37 pm
One of them boiled to down my interviewing someone in a radio studio (not sure where that came from!) holding a microphone that seemed to insist on leaking water, whilst in use. But I went through the same scene twice, for some reason.
The other I've forgotten, by this evening, but I know it was a repeat. (I think it was a navigational exercise across my typical dreamscape geography.)
Though the most real-life-applicable (non-repeating) dream segment (and the most real-life-applicable part of any recent dream I've brought to mind) was myself being a starting timekeeper in a time-trial (something I've been known to do), and having to fend off people who are asking me what time certain riders finished at... Which, of course, I wouldn't know, because I'm just the one starting them!
I get one person asking me "what time do you have for <competitor>?" just after I set them on their way. (My 'witty' answer was along the lines of "I have zero... as you'll have just heard me count down 'five, four, three, two, one, zero' as you saw me set them off just a few seconds ago..." - which is technically wrong, as I'd have said "Go!", instead, but my dreamself found it terribly amusing.) And then there was a question about a further competitor who had not even started yet, so I told them "minus eighteen minutes", as the time until they were due to start. Dreamself found that funny, too, but I can't remember how dreamidiot reacted to that information.
(Real life enquiries are very rarely (but not never!) so dumb, but obviously the dream-world prefers to roll with such themes and exaggerate them a little.)
Post by: Aseaheru on March 17, 2016, 02:52:04 am
In the first one, theres silly shit happining in a military base as a bunch of scientists decide they want to marry the same person and wind up proposing to their love at the same time. Ive had this before, although the US getting invaded from the south or the south declaring a second civil war or whatever was new.
The second, which may have been part of the first, involved the sun detaching part of itself, which goes and hits the earth. That or the sun deciding it wants to be a red giant NOW and expanding to hit the earth. In any event, theres a bunch of people in a brick building resembling a school I went to wondering what the hell is going on and the bit of sun, or the sun, or whatever hits the hearth and flows over to where they are, covering the building, then nothing at all, Dream over, Im awake.
There is singing of "here comes the sun" while this happens.
Post by: Insanegame27 on March 17, 2016, 03:03:48 am
I had a dream a while back that still bothers me. I was sitting in the senior study doing homework and for whatever reason it was packed except for the one seat opposite me. I couldn't recognise anybody in the room.After a customary ask of Google and my friends the closest link I can find here is that in some animes, characters get nosebleeds when they look at cute women. Anyone else got any ideas?
Then my crush walks into the room and sits down opposite me. Our eyes meet and my nose explodes and I wake up.
Post by: Ibid Straydrink on March 17, 2016, 03:05:01 am
Post by: Insanegame27 on March 17, 2016, 03:06:13 am
I uh, I frequently have dreams that involve exotic vacations and sexual intercourse with the Goddess Athena....You. Lucky. Bastard.
Post by: TheBiggerFish on March 17, 2016, 05:08:05 am
What he said.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 17, 2016, 05:44:17 am
Post by: Ibid Straydrink on March 17, 2016, 06:03:56 am
I uh, I frequently have dreams that involve exotic vacations and sexual intercourse with the Goddess Athena....You. Lucky. Bastard.
I mean, I'm certainly grateful for it all, but... it always ends with a sense of tragedy and the inkling of a dark age to come- with knowing that that the "time" for her and I has passed, that the light of youth and beauty and exuberance and reason are going out of the world for all time, and that our future has been sealed, as strange spires and cathedrals to foreign faiths and creeds rise out of sprawling modern-esque metropolises... honestly, I've awoken with tears a few time and that strange, nagging sense of remorse that lingers for a day or two. There is a sort of contentment or resolve to the experience, but it's agonizingly bitter-sweet...
But, ah, enough of that. :P
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on March 17, 2016, 06:49:27 pm
We look at the clock above the platform, which is currently in the form of the Tel Aviv University station, look over the fence past the end of the tracks as though the trains are pulling into the station, and jump down onto the tracks to run to the bullet train when the time is right. It is on a track with no corresponding platform, so we have to vault off the "unavailable" cheap flat car to get to it. My stepfather reaches it first, and it starts to move.My mother and I turn back to get on the other flatcar, which will apparently not only take us where we need to go, but at the same speed, so we can stay "together" across the gap between the trains. She's on the train already, asking if I need help, and I'm grabbing at whatever I can get to climb up as it starts moving, too. I have a brief idea to somehow slingshot myself across the gap using the train's momentum, but even dreaming I realize that will never work. Somehow I just can't grab onto anything on the train; instead of the utilitarian industrial tread you'd expect, it's styled like those rubber-coated playground platforms, with big circular holes that I can't quite reach to hook my fingers into. I'm about to slip off when I trigger a cutscene or something and just skip ahead to when the train pulls into a museum. A specific museum. I can't remember the rest, but it was vaguely similar to my actual visit there.
The ticket pricing, though it's really barely related at all, reminds me of a specific conversation I had earlier this week about helicopter taxi service. I don't know why.
Edit: I had another dream. No trains this time. Then I typed most of it out, bumped my mouse, and lost it all... Here goes the second draft!
It was an overcast day, and the alien occupiers were leaving. From some specific area perhaps, or just moving some cargo. Whatever it was, they were doing something that involved putting lots of aliens and boxes in a squat, froglike, blue-gray aircraft. They seemed unnaturally calm, continuing with their business even as rocks were thrown at them and some collapsed from concussions. I didn't get a good look at them through the crowd, but they were tall, thin, greenish gray, and obsessed with making select pieces of high technology glow painfully bright blue. For the most part, that meant weapons. I was holding one, for whatever reason. It was bulky in proportion to the aliens' size, but surprisingly light, made of the same material as the ship. I didn't really notice I had it until someone with curly hair and a top hat whispered in my ear to fire. That was probably an alternate version of me. A very specific one, that I could probably go on for a while about... but he was telling me to shoot, so I stood up straight and did so.
The projectile was a crescent of bluish light maybe a foot long, oriented more or less in the direction of motion and spinning slightly off its long axis, shedding sparks. The rotation produced an obnoxious Dopplered screaming as it flew. It exploded on impact, killing one of the two guards and all the aliens on the loading ramp. All hell broke loose. A few other members of the crowd pulled guns, the remaining guard halfheartedly returned fire, and within a minute the aircraft was a lifeless, mangled wreck. Something in the sky got angry. A bunch of soldiers had appeared at some point, possibly joining the fighting partway through, and together we hid in a fenced off area full of metal lockers from the wrath of the sky thing. It would bring down something that would make the weapons just employed look like firecrackers, and that particular phrase could only mean one thing: nukes. We were barely fifty feet from the craft, but of course the lockers would protect us. And so they did. It was probably something more like a dirty bomb, really. I panicked about "fallout", and lacking any sort of mask I pulled my shirt over my mouth and tried not to breathe. This served me all right until I could get a "proper" mask, which was actually a paper towel on a rubber band and made me feel really silly, especially when I returned to the blast site in an inexplicable crowd of teenagers and realized no one else was using masks. It was all a sham! And so it ended.
Now, for the wonderful, wonderful tabulation of inspiration. The alien craft was parked next to the barn/military base from XCOM:EU, and the crowd was backed up against it. The alien weapons probably came from some discussion here on plasma weapons I read last night. The projectile itself is a blue version of the attack animation for Terraria's Arkhalis. The soldiers were in vaguely WWII US uniforms, and probably come from Cryptonomicon, though one who stood out is how I imagined Billy Pilgrim to look. The fenced in area is the overgrown substation map element from XCOM 2, with the transformers replaced by the bath house's lockers from Stardew Valley. I've had a cold all week, so paper towels, covering my mouth with my shirt, and considering wearing masks in public have become very familiar. The overdressed high school students and the path they walked on are from a performance I attended a week ago. And last but not least, the "the radiation is not actually there!" comes from a weird cold-war-conspiracy-theory sci-fi piece I read last night, which I've regrettably forgotten the title of. It was very good and involved nuclear rockets.
Post by: pisskop on March 19, 2016, 09:14:23 am
Suddenly zombie plague.
The giraffe noms the crap out of the boys neck, and tosses him out the second story window.
The horse bites off the dentist's fingers, and the dentist runs off as the horse kicks a nurse in the face.
The last scene was the dentist lamenting the death of his son, and looking up at the mansion, wondering if his daughter was safe. Cut to the daughter being thrown down the balcony into a wall. A sponge-patted blood splotch appears, the garaffe's feet come into view, and teeth grab the girl's hand. She is dragged out of view.
I woke up wondering what issues Ive been having.
Post by: nomoetoe on March 19, 2016, 06:09:15 pm
Later the dream changes and someone decides to summon a hurricane. For some reason in my dream before a hurricane comes it would snow, a wave of ectoplasmic skulls would pass over the area and then zombies would come.
At the point when the skulls pass over I was a skeleton who was doing some yard work, upon seeing the skulls I knew that I needed to go inside, I looked out my window to see if the zombies had come, I heard a few but I woke up before I could see them.
Post by: AzyWng on March 19, 2016, 08:14:19 pm
Had a dream where a horse dentist was practicing out of his mansion-home. His 15yr old son was playing with their pet giraffe and his 9yr old daughter doing whatever 9yrold rich girls do.
Suddenly zombie plague.
The giraffe noms the crap out of the boys neck, and tosses him out the second story window.
The horse bites off the dentist's fingers, and the dentist runs off as the horse kicks a nurse in the face.
The last scene was the dentist lamenting the death of his son, and looking up at the mansion, wondering if his daughter was safe. Cut to the daughter being thrown down the balcony into a wall. A sponge-patted blood splotch appears, the garaffe's feet come into view, and teeth grab the girl's hand. She is dragged out of view.
I woke up wondering what issues Ive been having.
If your sig is any indication, it may have something to do with your work.
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on March 19, 2016, 09:14:58 pm
Post by: AzyWng on March 19, 2016, 09:57:52 pm
Nomoetoe, what... what necromantic tomes have you been reading? That sounds like quite the journey through the spirit realm. And all I get is trains... :P
Perhaps you're having a more literal journey through the spirit realm/subconscious.
At any rate, at least you've got dreams. All I have is insomnia. :'( Then I wake up the next morning with no idea what time I actually fell asleep that night. I've had literally 2 dreams this year that I remember (which I've posted here already). In preceding years I've had basically none, except for ones where I'm walking on a ledge or something blindfolded. The only part I remember from those dreams is falling off and realizing there's nothing to fall into because I actually moved a little in real life. That's when I wake up.
Post by: spümpkin on March 20, 2016, 12:17:54 am
Post by: Insanegame27 on March 20, 2016, 02:24:08 am
I had a dream a while back that still bothers me. I was sitting in the senior study doing homework and for whatever reason it was packed except for the one seat opposite me. I couldn't recognise anybody in the room.After a customary ask of Google and my friends the closest link I can find here is that in some animes, characters get nosebleeds when they look at cute women. Anyone else got any ideas?
Then my crush walks into the room and sits down opposite me. Our eyes meet and my nose explodes and I wake up.
Post by: Arcvasti on March 21, 2016, 12:31:05 am
I had a dream a while back that still bothers me. I was sitting in the senior study doing homework and for whatever reason it was packed except for the one seat opposite me. I couldn't recognise anybody in the room.After a customary ask of Google and my friends the closest link I can find here is that in some animes, characters get nosebleeds when they look at cute women. Anyone else got any ideas?
Then my crush walks into the room and sits down opposite me. Our eyes meet and my nose explodes and I wake up.
obviously it symbolizes that you will pay through the nose to obtain companionship
or maybe that your crush is a psychic vampire
Post by: Haspen on March 21, 2016, 02:36:21 am
Then net turned off completely because I received a letter notice from my provider that I'm overdue since 2012, so I went on to watch TV terrified but all that was showing on all channels were Teletubbies. So I went to check on my family but they were replaced by giant, mute Teletubbies that just sat in my relative's beds and stared at me.
Fortunately alarm clock woke me up for work.
...Still needed coffee to shake this thing off. Terrible :c
Post by: Tawa on March 26, 2016, 10:36:59 am
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Post by: IronTomato on March 28, 2016, 07:29:18 pm
I was getting into lucid dreaming when I was around 13, and I usually would allow the "plot" of the dream to unfold while I fuck around with the godly abilities granted to me by my lucidity. I would usually give myself superpowers, because I was a weirdo and because that shit was and still is awesome. Recently though, whenever something impossible happens in a dream, I'll just sort of go "what the hell" for a minute before I realize "Oh, nevermind. I'm dreaming. I guess it doesn't really matter." And then go on my merry way.
I should probably get into LDing again. I was good at it and every time I woke up the morning after one I would feel awesome.
Post by: TheDarkStar on March 28, 2016, 09:18:15 pm
Post by: Solifuge on March 28, 2016, 11:36:36 pm
Post by: ChairmanPoo on March 28, 2016, 11:48:38 pm
I had a dream where I went on a date with a stranger on a whim, and when we got there started to vomit uncontrollably. What the hell, brain.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Solifuge on March 29, 2016, 01:25:49 am
Post by: Ibid Straydrink on March 29, 2016, 02:40:44 am
Post by: Ultimuh on March 29, 2016, 02:43:23 am
When I finally managed to actually fall to sleep, I had a dream about not getting enough sleep.
Post by: TheBiggerFish on March 29, 2016, 10:26:09 am
I went to bed at 4am (Couldn't sleep for like an hour or more.) and had to get to work at 8:30am.Wow, your subconscious is meta.
When I finally managed to actually fall to sleep, I had a dream about not getting enough sleep.
Post by: Yoink on March 29, 2016, 06:18:28 pm
Sadly I don't remember very much of it, I think a lot of stuff went on earlier in the dream, but the main scene I remember was quite amusing.
Two main characters both, possibly accidentally, wound up being sent/sending themselves back in time with these strange devices. They were in separate locations, but the dream took on a split-screen look to show them both at once. Funnily enough, at first their time travel gadgets looked quite modern and high tech, but as they sped back through time the things changed, becoming made from older and older parts.
I'm not sure quite what the modern/futuristic ones were made out of, but as they went further into the past household items such as chunky old stereos, alarm clocks, egg timers(?) and that sort of thing all became involved in the strange devices, which both characters were hanging onto for dear life as the world swirled and changed around them.
Eventually, they were far back enough in the past that there were no electric/mechanical timepieces left, and amusingly enough both characters were suddenly left to keep time on (increasingly) old pianos. Dream-me found this quite amusing, and I can't disagree- seems like a clever touch by my subconscious.
Unfortunately, I can't remember quite what went on once they arrived, but I believe they met up and had various difficulties trying to get back to their time... possibly they may have had some objective to take care of back in the past, too, but I'm not sure.
One later scene I remember involves another of the main characters, a young woman, regaining consciousness on the ground in some sort of jungle or forest. She slowly sat up taking in her wild, untamed surroundings and thought (possibly aloud) something along the lines of "Shit! They've sent me back again!"
Then the camera panned up and across, revealing that she was, in fact, not in a pre-historic jungle but in someone's rather wild backyard, and that various buildings were clearly visible just over the fence. She looked over there before long herself, and felt rather foolish as she realised how ill she felt wasn't due to time travel-sickness, but rather a hangover. :P
There were various other dreams, which I believe were very interesting, but sadly I don't remember more than the barest fragments of any of them.
Maybe if I didn't have a broken sleep and had started writing them down as soon as I awoke... ah well.
Probably didn't help that my alarm woke me up, very briefly, and instead of hitting 'snooze' I turned it off by accident before going back to sleep.
Post by: Eric Blank on March 30, 2016, 02:29:32 am
I woke up wanting to punch something. Unfortunately, there was nothing to punch.
Post by: spümpkin on March 30, 2016, 02:32:12 am
A bunch of other things happened, but that's all I can remember.
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on March 30, 2016, 08:26:48 pm
Part of it was a big, shiny hotel, and the curb in front of it was the curb of the airport I got stuck in last week. I really don't want to have to think about that place anymore. But it had the obligatory train, probably lifted from the airport in Tel Aviv, and I had to run around a lot trying to arrange some sort of transportation. I never went anywhere, though, and ended up just walking around to the side of the tower. I somehow opened a terminal window which allowed me to reshape the insides of the tower with some sort of streamlined mouse interface: I could draw passageways by hand, type words that would appear as groups of letter-shaped rooms, and hold down the button to automatically generate swathes of maze that would become larger and more dense until I released it. I was generating a maze as a challenge for myself, it seemed. Once I was done with that, I went to do some Serious Business.
My accomplice in this was some younger and I think Arab version of someone I met in a group video call the other day.... He was doing something for me in the tower, since I couldn't get in. There was a lot of discussion of the various strata of the tower: The upper levels were fancy hotels and malls, 10-40 floors above ground level were a sort of utopian city, which there was certainly room for in this colossal tower, and anything below ground floor was apparently really seedy and prone to flooding with a mixture of sewage and swamp water. Somewhere in the good part was a "princess" type damsel in not exactly distress but forlorn lack of romance or something, and I think this kid was trying to find her for me. On his way, he was apparently dating about 40 girls in the city, which we ended up having a long conversation about because he was 12.
In the end he found her and I infiltrated the tower through some sort of buttress strongly reminiscent of something I've built in Minecraft. Before I left, I left the maze generator in the hands of John Boyega, who seemed to be the man for the job. For all its polished exterior and publicity photos of elegant parks, the tower's insides were mostly chaotic, tangled corridors with rusty metal walls. Some rooms had inexplicably high ceilings, which I somehow managed to use to my advantage in escaping patrolling guards. I found the princess, initiating some montage of us secretly meeting in various idyllic meadows which, if basic spatial continuity is to believed, were somehow inside the tower. During one of these meetings, the Generic Sci-fi Osprey Knockoff I'd stowed away in to get there took off. It was a TRAP! Somehow. This was meant to delay my return until My Stealth boy ran out (I haven't even watched that many LPs of Falluot, honset) so the Guards could get me. These guards were archetypical butlers in tuxedoes armed with various throwable potions in bizarrely shaped vials. The Princess and I used their own weapons against them, identifying the potions by some floating tooltips which seemed to more rightly belong to battleships. One cough-syrup pink flask had specifications for a pair of deck guns.
Did I mention I had at this point turned into a younger SS-style Link, who was apparently from Louisiana? We fought our way down the Sealed Grounds and dropped down a hole in the middle and straight into Mad Max: Fury Road. The Princess disappeared, and now I was riding in a battered pickup truck with Tom Hardy. We were on the run from Harley Quinn, who had captured some two superheroes of some description and boarded them up inside some cavity of a Mad-Max-style mashed up and re-re-re-repaired Tank Droid. She was travelling to some particular location to execute her captives in some implausible, oddly specific and grisly way, unfortunately illustrated by a full-"screen" collage of comic panels.
Spoiler: if you really want to know (click to show/hide)
It turned out to have a minefield around it. I dug up and carefully detonated the mines with a rotten two by four; the mines appeared to be made of colored chalk in various fantastical and eroded filaments twisted together, and were quite inert if handled carefully. After escaping, I fed them to Securitrons.
Somehow I would convince them to replace their "faces" with mines and they would explode. I escaped their wrath by jumping down into the infinite caverns below the Tower, ricocheting off the Robot Overseer (who was mounted on a gigantic turntable) and launching myself into some platforming hell stolen from an Overgrowth video.
Fin.
Post by: IronTomato on March 30, 2016, 08:41:28 pm
Now I want to go swimming.
Post by: AzyWng on March 30, 2016, 10:12:44 pm
I had a dream where I was in some giant building which was a mix between a pyramid an an office building (it was shaped like a pyramid, but had walls of glass windows like on an office building. Portions of the building had been removed/not built in the first place, leaving large outdoor areas which were made into parks and such. I was standing in one of those portions, outside. The building itself was very busy, but I didn't know anyone there.
It began to rain quite heavily and I went inside along with basically everyone else.
That's where the dream ends/that's all I remember.
Incidentally, around the time I had that dream, we were expecting rain/thunder, and I think we got it that night.
Post by: itisnotlogical on April 03, 2016, 10:13:43 am
Then a cop came and told me that my IRL best friend had been found dead and I was under suspicion. That's when I woke up.
Post by: Ibid Straydrink on April 04, 2016, 03:06:58 am
I had a dream that I was some sort of anarchist in the world's dumbest cyberpunk dystopia. Towards the end, I was stopping minecarts by laying out slices of cheese (carefully eaten and stacked to form a block with a divot that would catch the hitch on the minecart, see) along the tracks.
Then a cop came and told me that my IRL best friend had been found dead and I was under suspicion. That's when I woke up.
This, sounds like a real dream. Just wonderful, vague, random shit. :P
Post by: Solifuge on April 04, 2016, 11:18:36 am
Post by: IronTomato on April 06, 2016, 06:07:52 pm
Why.
Post by: Haspen on April 07, 2016, 02:06:23 am
I was walking down the streets of a run-down city in UK which was ruled (like most of the Europe) by Directory, a totalitarian government, and I met some dissidents called Painters because they rode on motorcycles and painted graffiti everywhere, and their leader was this punky girl called Hirozoa. I join them on their nwest graffiti-painting trip.
We also met Sheridan, a travelling swordsman (??) and then the totalitarian pacifying force got wind of Painters' being in the open so we're assaulted by the Police only for Sheridan to accidentally kill one which makes the rest run. Civilians caught in the struggle can't believe and so cant' we because the Police was supposedly made of immortal mutant humans.
Next 'day' we assault the local base of the Police as news anchors' report several riots and death amongst The Police which of course triggers further riots of the people that thought the Police cannot be defeated. We then reach the armory and have a fight with very tall, muscular Commander who kills Hirozoa in particularily gory way (read: cuts her in two with big-ass sword) so Sheridan gets pissed and after lengthy one-on-one sword duel, wounds but seemingly cannot kill the Commander.
Then we see a little fairy that starts circling around Commander's left hand and on a hunch Sheridan strikes him in the wrist and Commander explodes. Like, not in shower of blood and meat but rather like some super-miniature nuclear explosion.
Fast forward few months and now I'm one of the Painters' officers (who are now a large paramilitary force fighting the Directory, aka the totalitarian regime), and we are led by Shiori, Hirozoa's older sister. We manage to get ourselves to attack one of the Sky Fortresses of the Directorate.
I don't remember this part well, but another almost-invicible guy with a sword was there, Sheridan appeared, the fairy appeared too, and this ended in Sky Fortress getting captured and the sword-guy exploded after saying 'My people will make your people pay for this!' to Sheridan.
Fast forward few months, and Sheridan is now master of a martial-arts-swordfighting-something-school, and I'm his clerk or accountant or whatever. We receive news that apparently some unidentified objects were spotted travelling near Jupiter and the UN convenes on how to deal with them. BTW, iby now the totalitarian european regime was nowhere to be found, so I guess riots got them, heh.
Anyways, Sheridan is closing this day's training program with a speech to prep the kids when suddenly we get a visit from a tall, muscular, sword-wielding, guy with so much hair on his head it looks like he has a frikkin' mane. He then makes a gory show by cleaving several students with his massive sword.
He boasts that we have killed his 'lesser cousins' and 'Operatives' of the 'Minari' race, but he won't go down that easily because his weak spot at his left thigh (yes he told us the exact location) has been triple-armored. I rush other kids to safety while Sheridan goes on and has a super long duel, and he actually manages couple glancing hits on that thigh but the guy does not explode.
'Sheridan, Sheridan!' we both hear a voice and behold, the tiny fairy guy is circling above muscular enemy, but he notices him and swats him aside shouting 'Pufu you traitor!'. Sheridan is on it already and after a proctracted duel (the muscular enemy is now actually defending), Sheridan slashes at the enemy's face...
...But he does not explode! Instead, he turns blue and starts gathering power, so the 'Pufu' fairy boy then does a trick and we both see the 'real' enemy, who is a tall bald elf-like alien with power aura and little black spot at his forehead. Sheridan strikes there and the guy explodes in much larger explosion, wounding Sheridan. We get to hospital, and then Pufu shows up again, and I watch news feed that Earth Spacefleet is scrambling to Mars because the alien ships that were at Jupiter were now attacking the habitats in asteroid belt.
Pufu then goes on a rant that' his race, Minari, is coming here to deal you a disproportionate retribution' and Sheridan asks 'for what?' and the fairy boy goes 'For what your little probe did!' and somehow we know its about Voyager 1 so some terrible accident happened and now Earth was on someone's hit-list.
We continue to watch the news feed, Pufu makes a lengthy exposition about Voyager 1 (I don't remember details now), Sheridan declares 'I gotta join the Spacefleet' so we walk out of the hospital...
...and then I wake up. Curses.
Post by: Yoink on April 09, 2016, 10:11:00 am
EDIT: Nah, this was just gross and unpleasant. No one needs to read this. 9_9But now I wanna knowwww. :(
I've had a lot of sleep, and done quite a lot of dreaming.
Unfortunately I've been awake for a while and didn't start writing this as soon as I awoke, so I've probably forgotten even more of it, but here's what I remember.
The earlier dream was about this cardboard storage box that was discovered in a deceased person's house. It contained a heap of stuff, old documents, letters, books, videos and various other media. The dream followed some guy who, apparently mostly out of his own curiousity, was looking through it all, sorting it and preserving things that deserved it.
One interesting item was a video tape, which creeped me out. It was either black and white or close to it, it began with the person filming running through a dark room with their legs visible making freakish, jerky movements and then they stepped through a door and outside, and it turned out to be some sort of home video. That first time I was watching it without audio, which made it especially creepy.
There was a lot more to the dream, with more and more being found out about the dead guy and his life, but I don't remember a whole lot.
I know that video was watched again later on, with sound. I believe the researcher ripped the video from the tape to save it.
The next dream, later on after I had woken up briefly before falling asleep again, was about some strange videogame where you played as Jerry Seinfeld preparing to attend someone's wedding, possibly as the best man. There was a lot of dialogue, with almost dating sim-style UI. I think he had to interview/date a series of women, possibly to find a suitable date for the wedding, I'm not sure.
I know the game (dream-me apparently finished it before I woke up) had a really disappointing ending with some sort of sappy splash-screen featuring the main characters (I think it may have been Kramer's wedding), some text and a bunch of inexplicable jPRG/anime-style characters shuffling around in the background, and dream-me was annoyed that his choices didn't have more bearing on how things ended up, and perhaps about the lack of closure.
Somewhere amongst that weirdness dream-me apparently took a break from the game and discussed/watched some nature documentary with my mother. There was some creature that had somehow developed the ability to talk, saying the phrase "come here bugs" in this really strange, unnatural voice. That seemed impressive and clever until we learned that it was actually a bug that was saying it- these weird white grubs (possibly something like a witchetty grub) that were apparently supposed to be edible, I believe.
I laughed and started describing how gross it would be to smear a bunch of those grubs on bread to eat, and then having that horrible voice talking out of your sandwich saying "come here bugs" over and over as they died. That was... kinda weird. That's also pretty much all I remember of the dream.
These dreams don't seem as interesting now that I've finally
Post by: Cryxis, Prince of Doom on April 09, 2016, 10:32:58 am
Recently I've been trying to touch up some scarry parts in a story I'm writting and my friend suggested me some links to help. After improving the writing it is much scarierer.
You know what's scarier than words on paper?!? Seeing the things come to life in your freaking dreams.
So I've been having nightmares recently, involving the creatures I've made for my story... yay
Post by: TheBiggerFish on April 09, 2016, 11:31:39 am
Post by: Cryxis, Prince of Doom on April 09, 2016, 11:34:33 am
The dream didn't even involve a normal monster, it was a half dead mutilated one that still chased me down and let me tell you it being half dead made it all the more creepy
Post by: Yoink on April 09, 2016, 01:31:55 pm
Post by: Ibid Straydrink on April 09, 2016, 02:35:31 pm
Post by: Starver on April 09, 2016, 08:03:41 pm
I dreamt that I couldn't stop pushing on one of my bottom teeth with my other teeth. As in I didn't want to do it but my jaw seemed to be contorting moving itself in that way all on its own. Eventually I pushed on it so much that it completely broke. I panicked, and woke up kind of relieved that I still had all my teeth.Well, I had a wisdom tooth taken out, the other day1. And yet I didn't dream about that. Maybe we switched. Do you have any reason to have instead dreamt about the things I was dreaming about?
Why.
There was the bit with the car, and I was trying to pack the boot(/trunk) with things, but then the driver came back and wanted to set off, so with the back open I was forced to perch in the back of the car, in amongst the luggage I had been packing, as everyone else filled all the other seats (apart from one other, who also had to sit in the back) and then he reversed too far over the edge of a banking (despite my protestations) so that we slid down and we then had to make our way back to the road over grassy slopes... and there was a lot of other parts, even if that wasn't anything to do with you, but that's the only bit I can still remember from the appropriate time-period... Could it be someone else's RL experiences yet again..? ;)
1 It hadn't been causing me problems, and my previous dentist had said "we'll have to keep an eye on that, but it'll last for now", and then suddenly the new dentist wants to take it out, a month or two back. She tries, but only takes the top off, then gives up. I still don't have any problems with it, but after a consultation with the hospital, a month later, they say it now ought to be taken out. I still don't have any problem, as I await going back in to have it removed. Which was in the middle of last week. It's not that it's painful, but it's definitely still sore and swollen and my lip is cracked (either due to dehydration or because of being caught by a tool during the procedure, whilst I was numbed, which involved drilling the (remaining bit of) tooth into multiple small bits to actually extract it) and I'm having significant difficult eating and even drinking. BTW, this footnote is Real Stuff, not Dream Stuff...
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on April 10, 2016, 02:30:16 pm
Post by: TheBiggerFish on April 10, 2016, 02:31:06 pm
The rest was weird.Well tell us about it?
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on April 10, 2016, 02:55:18 pm
Although I do realize that "weird" literally describes every dream, as a dream that isn't weird is weird for not being weird. It's like a subversion of dreamness to not be weird, and subversions are weird.
Post by: Ibid Straydrink on April 10, 2016, 03:07:11 pm
Post by: Haspen on April 11, 2016, 02:31:02 am
I don't remember much about first moon cycle, but we transported to China and by the end we exchanged some marble sculptures for chinese books. And the China's leader was named Minister Shu.
During the second moon cycle we transported again to China only to discover that, while we were still stuck in whatever B.C, the Chinese on other hand were having iPads, computers and other modern stuff by now. Oh and VR games (and I played one and it was about being helicopter cop chasing villains between skyscrapers in Hong Kong). We then spent some time discussing the moon cycles with Minister Chang, the leader of China, and they agree to computate some liquid polymers (no idea how those were going to help) and establish a permament mooncycle so we can travel freely between time.
Then happened the third moon cycle but instead of transporting to China proper we were transported to some underground caverns. Some pig-faced orange-tanned (like, too-much-auto-sunbath-cream tanned) aliens with plasma pistols were holding the Chinese hostage. Then they killed an antropomorphized piglet that tried to vouch for their freedom, and we were captured as well. Then they told us to march toward a cauldron in middle of giant firepit. One of the Centurions then pulled out his gladius and began whispering me his secret plan of defeating the pig aliens.
Unfortunately, my alarm clock woke me up in that very moment.
Post by: GiglameshDespair on April 11, 2016, 06:53:21 am
I started on top of a steep, almost L-shaped hill, studded with lots of large dome-shaped lights in a regular pattern. At the bottom was a cabin. I went down towards the cabin, when a lizardman alien thing came out the door and started patrolling, but I found a tranquliser gun and shot it. After a few seconds it fell over unconscious and I took its gun.
I went into the cabin. It didn't so much have a door as one end was open. Underneath the plyboard boards that made up the floor, a minuscule alien was hiding, looking at me as I approached the door. When I stepped on the plyboard it got squished. There were a pair of toliets in the cabin, and one of them was rattling loads; when I looked at it, I knew the reason there were no rats around this horrible public toliet was because of tiny aliens must have got them.
I also noticed I was barefoot.
I headed to another cabin, which was full of people I knew in the dream, but I didn't know them in real life. They wouldn't believe that the aliens were hostile, and wanted to tell them, so I tranq'd all of them so they wouldn't, then locked them in the cabin.
A second later I was in some kind of big underground tunnel system, running down stairs in a wire mesh cage in a huge room. Everything was filthy and rusty. I'd pass the occasional riot policeman, who were unfriendly, and the occasional hobo, who was, as I went through this big underground concrete system.
I encountered another alien, and fought it, but my left hand was split in half between the middle finger and the ring finger. I wasn't so much concerned as irritated with this, as all the blood made me messy so the people I passed when I continued on my way were more judgemental.
And then I woke up.
Post by: nomoetoe on April 14, 2016, 01:50:31 pm
Post by: Ibid Straydrink on April 14, 2016, 06:17:40 pm
And, uh, I woke up. Feeling pretty damned good today. Think I might get a gym membership and schedule some skydiving lessons. :)
Post by: Baffler on April 14, 2016, 07:41:27 pm
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Post by: nomoetoe on April 15, 2016, 06:17:41 pm
I quickly got up and after a few tries was able to put the frisbee back in the sky I decided to get far away from it as quickly as I could so I wouldn't get hit again. I start flying down the road to the nearby town and I see something strange, an enormous clock that stands over the road, it had one of those things that swing from side to side on those old clocks and it would pass quite near the road when it swung low, I fly pass it as fast as I can but it grazes me, I'm unaffected physically but it did alarm me. Then, there's an even bigger clock thing that has 2 clocks and 2 swingy things someone in my head told me to pass between them but I refused to, I already came close to dying twice let's not make it thrice.
Much later the dream changes, I'm a young boy and somethings happened that I can't really remember but I was taken in my some woman, time passes by, I'm probably about 15 or so at this point, I'm cooking with a girl of similar age, suddenly we start singing and dancing while music plays, the woman who took me in yells at us but we don't stop our weird song. Apparently this is now a movie, I know this because my dream basically tells me that the woman who took me in was much nicer in the book. More time passes.
I'm probably around 18 at this point, I'm with a bunch of other people at a camp of some kind, I talk with people about stuff and suddenly I'm a woman. More time passes, I'm still a woman and working at some place, I see some of the women who I knew from the camp, apparently they didn't like me because I stole all the guys from them and some girls to, I laugh at the fact they don't like me and get to work. I pick up a weird bit of fabric and I tell someone that I'm going to increase its weight, so I get the person near me to say an increasing amount of weight as I pounded the fabric against the wall, eventually I finish whatever I was doing and hang the fabric on the wall. There's a message on it, it looks like dream gibberish at first but eventually it changes into an image of an old warship, and it the message says that the British have been trying to destroy the world using the moon since the 17th century, everyone is shocked about this information, I was amused.
Much more time passes, I'm an old man now and I'm underground in a ship going along some passage, I eventually meet a bunch of people who are my fans, why I'm not sure but a fairly young girl was really attracted to me, I told her that I was far too old for her, she was a bit upset about this so I let her ride on the boat with me. I wake up a little later.
Post by: Insanegame27 on April 16, 2016, 05:43:59 am
a giant robotic Frisbee-like object,ROOMBA OF DA FUTAH!
Post by: Yoink on April 20, 2016, 01:02:04 am
Post by: Solifuge on April 20, 2016, 04:20:12 pm
We were living outside a ruined city, in a completely undeveloped area just covered in beautiful yellow gorse flowers, surrounding a shallow, clear wetland lake. We had been hunting dog-sized shaggy deer-looking animals and amphibian-esque fish in the wetlands, but there wasn't enough meat to survive off of long-term, and we had no idea what plants were edible. Some folks in the community were finishing work on rebuilding the engine of a rusty old work truck to go into the city for supplies. I'd uncovered a crate of thoroughly damaged and unreadable books in an old farmhouse near our settlement and started arguing with the others for the need to start farming and foraging before the cold seasons came. Once the truck was working, I said I wanted to ride along to hit up the library, and see if I could find information on local wild plants, or maybe even find an old garden or some seeds somewhere.
Me and about 5 others drove our hooptie into the city ruins, stowing it in an old underground parking garage we figured was safe. While heading out of the facility, we discovered a small group of armed, injured people resting and tending to the wounded in the stairwell to the streets above. They were wearing old blue uniforms, and pre-fall standard-issue exoskeletons on their legs. We offered some help tending to their wounded, and they explained that they were part of a group that had settled a nearby military installation. They'd been on a supply run when a coup had happened, with one of their ranks seizing power for themselves in a bid to create a military hegemony, using the threat of some kind of pre-fall artillery that could supposedly kill people without destroying infrastructure. After the fighting this group had fled here to recouperate, and were planning an operation to take down the artillery, and thus the authority of the would-be dictator. However, they'd lost many in the fighting, and more were wounded.
My friends and I agreed to help; they gave us uniforms and gear from their wounded, and we headed back to their compound, posing as their prisoners outside, then melting in among the ranks. At this point, the details are pretty fuzzy, but I remember bits that stood out. We found these old fume hood things that could seal and be depressurized to become vacuum chambers; the leader of the coup who had seized power had started to use them as holding cells, and for execution by asphyxiation. Later, I remember the soldiers talking about remembering pre-fall movies; some of the troops had set up a theater to do stage performances, and were putting on a Marvel superhero-themed burlesque show, which we used as a distraction. The rebels we had arrived with used it to seize a single-wing antigravity bomber, and we got in a long-range firefight with the base and the artillery weapon.
After this point, I can't remember if it had a conclusion or not, or what it was. But it was a pretty neat setting!
Post by: Eric Blank on April 20, 2016, 11:05:08 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on April 23, 2016, 01:58:33 pm
It flies towards me mouth wide so that it may swallow me whole, I wasn't having that though, when it got in range I punched it mouth shut and punched it again sending it flying far away.
Later I was on some snow planet and there was a problem, a giant bear, its snout alone was easily the size of a fully grown human, it charges towards me and tries to bite me but I grab it by its snout, lift it and slam it against the ground and various piles of junk that littered the area, after beating it up a bit I see one of its cubs, it's as big as a fully grown grizzly bear. Now a second bear comes and wants to fight, I fight it using the other bear, then the other bear ceases to exist, now there's a big group of people who are mad at me for attacking the bears, apparently their endangered or something, so I drop the bear and it runs off into a forest in terror.
The people start shooting at me, I find this highly amusing, I can see each individual bullet flying towards me, I easily dodge them and laugh at their attempts to harm me, seems I missed a bullet, one coming right for my head, it hits me and things go black.
I am now in a bed in someones home, I don't know if its the people who shot at me or someone else but I'm alive so that's good, from what I can tell it seems their having a Christmas party or something, I start talking with someone and tell them about my occupation as a hunter of giant creatures, I prefer to avoid killing ones that are endangered but I also deal with giant creatures that are causing problems for people. Suddenly I notice something was wrong, I don't know what yet but I assumed it was a giant creature, the feeling intensifies as I look around trying to find the problem, suddenly storm troopers begin attacking the house! The people living here grab some weapons and begin fighting back, I'm handed a weird pistol and try to fire it at one of the storm troopers, it doesn't fire, the person who gave me the gun told me I had to extend the grip near the front of the weapon, apparently its a small smg.
So I help them fight the storm troopers my gun tearing through them fairly easily, it goes well for awhile, but things start to go badly, I don't really remember much at this point but I remember running towards some building having this strong feeling that I'm going to die, I feel tears on my face as I enter the building. No storm troopers, but I do find someone who his highly ranked among them, some weirdly shaped old man, he seems quite smug, he wasn't so smug after he got hundreds of bullets inside of him, I think I got shot a few times at this point but I'm not sure, the dream ends shortly after.
Post by: Yoink on April 23, 2016, 08:12:23 pm
Tl;Dr: Brutal roguelike game with bizarre variety of graphical styles in which a series of characters die horribly at the hands of the monsters and/or demons plaguing the realm, sent on their quest by a young noblewoman and heir who eventually goes mad with grief over their deaths; plus a tie-in Piecewise RTD connected to the main narrative; all topped off with an awesome, trippy dream/hallucination/flashback sequence, possibly induced by magic and/or substance abuse.
Post by: TheBiggerFish on April 23, 2016, 08:48:50 pm
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on April 24, 2016, 07:45:37 pm
Had to be dropped off on the side of the road and my dad picked me up.
Woke up in horror, remembered that Nationals is in my town this year. Phew.
Post by: Sergarr on April 25, 2016, 06:12:23 am
Post by: TempAcc on April 25, 2016, 07:45:29 am
First, I dreamed that a new Zelda game got announced, but it was really weird. The footage shown basically consisted of link walking around in first person fighting some enemies on an open grassy field. The fighting was slow paced and methodical, and the player apparently could control each hand individualy. The weird part wasn't that though, it was the fact that the whole game seemed to consist of this, and the game was pretty dang dark all the damn time. The lighting made it look like the in game time was locked in the last few moments of a sunset, when it isn't exactly night yet but its pretty dark regardless, with the sky taking a reddish-brown tone and everything seems to be covered in shadows. The music was monotonous and omnious.
This continued for a while, until Link kinda blacked out on the middle of the field. Some words flashed on the screen for a few seconds, saying something like "a whole life in one minute" and then link woke up on hospital bed thing inside a dark monochromatic room. Link would rise up from the bed and there would be a nasty bloody wound right on the middle of his back, and a weird monster thing that was also sitting on said bad would transform into a balding man, babble incoherently about something then wander off, and link would then SCREAM in such a disturbing and realistic way. It was more like a shriek, emitted by someone who got extremely frightened and is on the verge of being driven insane by fear.
That one dream ended at that point, and another one started. I remember I was walking around my town with a half filled bottle of soda and a flower bouquet, and apparently I was going to visit a friend who was just admitted to an insane asylum nearby. Thing is, there's no insane asylums in my town, and while I walked around and asked people about it, I could never actualy find it. I crossed with my friend's relatives in one street, and they were all wearing black for some reason, and just ignored me. Also, during all this time, I could hear a weird radio show thing, and whenever I went, I could still clearly hear it. It was apparently about how insane asylums conduct weird experiments that include cannibalism and something about "shadow beasts". Dream ended shortly after.
Brain pls, wtf r u doin.
Post by: spümpkin on April 25, 2016, 09:20:48 am
The only thing I remember about my last dream is that Vriska was singing in a musical, and it was awesome. Shame I don't remember anything else.That sounds pretty flippin awesome.
Post by: GiglameshDespair on April 25, 2016, 02:10:32 pm
Had a whole bunch of weird ass dreams last night.You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?
First, I dreamed that a new Zelda game got announced, but it was really weird. The footage shown basically consisted of link walking around in first person fighting some enemies on an open grassy field. The fighting was slow paced and methodical, and the player apparently could control each hand individualy. The weird part wasn't that though, it was the fact that the whole game seemed to consist of this, and the game was pretty dang dark all the damn time. The lighting made it look like the in game time was locked in the last few moments of a sunset, when it isn't exactly night yet but its pretty dark regardless, with the sky taking a reddish-brown tone and everything seems to be covered in shadows. The music was monotonous and omnious.
This continued for a while, until Link kinda blacked out on the middle of the field. Some words flashed on the screen for a few seconds, saying something like "a whole life in one minute" and then link woke up on hospital bed thing inside a dark monochromatic room. Link would rise up from the bed and there would be a nasty bloody wound right on the middle of his back, and a weird monster thing that was also sitting on said bad would transform into a balding man, babble incoherently about something then wander off, and link would then SCREAM in such a disturbing and realistic way. It was more like a shriek, emitted by someone who got extremely frightened and is on the verge of being driven insane by fear.
Post by: My Name is Immaterial on April 26, 2016, 11:25:11 am
Please note that this friend doesn't actually exist in real-life.
Post by: flabort on April 26, 2016, 10:42:30 pm
I really miss him. RIP.
Post by: Orange Wizard on April 26, 2016, 11:08:06 pm
'Thai bread' was literally a giant piece of penne pasta covered in cheese, or something that looked like cheese.This sounds delicious tbh
Post by: Haspen on April 27, 2016, 01:38:11 am
Then we had classes with that one teacher who got bald from leukemia (again, a DH character) and we began to hear duck whistle so he stopped his lecture and we listened and then with a giggle a letter appeared on the Paige's desk (the latest person to disappear).
We opened the letter which now was a math book. Inside there was a demand for some kind of construction company to leave the local swamp immediatelly or all disappeared people will be drowned.
Then the letter moved into a lyric poem and it was so nicely written than the class along with the bald teacher broke out into a musical number, there was choreography and even rose petals falling from the ceiling.
And then I woke up.
Post by: overseer05-15 on May 02, 2016, 12:43:18 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on May 03, 2016, 08:40:08 pm
The other good time traveler was there with me, we quickly discover that my attacker was one of the evil time travelers that used to be one of us, we quickly try to subdue her but end up killing her. This greatly upsets me, not at first but, later in the dream her death really got to me, even to the point where I tried to bring her back somehow.
Another perspective change and I'm now me, I think, either way I was in someones house and I was attempting to travel to 5th century England, I have no idea why, but I seemed to be really set on doing so. I appeared to have the ability to open holes in time to when and where I wanted to go using two hook things or something and a little later even my hair which was really long when I discovered this. Someone was after me while I was attempting to travel though time, I don't know who she was and I don't think I ever really saw her, but she did agree to stop attacking me and give me some time to pull out all the needles that were in my butt for some reason, they were pretty deep in there, after awhile I was able to remove the needles and make a time travel attempt. The woman after me returns and she seems impressed with my time portal opening powers. I try to pass through one but I just slam into it and nothing happens.
At this point I'm with some of my family near a house out in the country, some people come by who want to talk to me, apparently their my descendants and they wanted to meet me, I asked if their last names had changed and any point and they told me it had stayed the same until 1930 at which point it became 'zytcxz' or something like that. We talked some more and I jokingly (or maybe not jokingly) said I would go further back in time and make it 60% of the people on earth were related to me.
My mother was very happy about the knowledge that I had traveled back in time and ended up having a child. Later in the dream I decided I would travel though time some more, I couldn't really decide where and when to go, apparently I traveled though time with the help of some demon guy, when I asked him when and where I should go he says, "You should forget about the past and your old sons and daughters and stay in the present and look to the future." or something like that. I tell him that I really wanted to travel through time and see what I could learn, then he tells me "one mistake and you'd end up dead or in prison for life." or something similar. I wasn't sure how to feel about this, I was especially confused since a demon was giving me advice, I see someone on the stairs to this room, I'm pretty sure shes one of my descendants but I'm not sure. I wake up.
Post by: nomoetoe on May 05, 2016, 05:01:41 am
This dream sort of happens again but different, this time I see the demon hordes again, I power up and I stand tall in some pose or something as I prepare myself for battle, I slowly float towards the demons and I tell a kid that's following me "Not this time." The kid and I get on top of the wall and the demons roar at me, I roar back with such an intensity that a lot of the demons started dying as their bodies got torn apart from the power of my roar, then I'm upon them in an instant, I grab one of the demons and use it as a weapon to beat them back, I destroy quite a few of them with a laser blast. At this point I see a special demon, one with massive muscles and has the head of a bear, I punch it and its unfazed, it wasn't even fighting before this point, I assume it just didn't care but it gets up to fight me, I hit it a bunch of times and try to tear it apart with my laser blasts, I think I manage to hurt it a tiny bit so its not invincible, but I eventually run out of patience and try and tackle it, it manages to bite my leg a little bit causing some damage, I rip open its jaw and prepare to shoot a laser blast out of my mouth and down its throat, but the demon prepares a laser blast of its own, I'm surprised by this as I had never seen a demon with laser shooting capabilities. The demon laughs in its deep voice and apparently its chuck Norris? That would explain a bit, I was some other person and now it shows a Wikipedia page of me and chuck Norris with comparisons in power, I tell the demon chuck norris that none of that matters and I prepare to take him on again.
I dream wake up and I'm on the floor in my living room, I was a bit upset I never finished my battle with the demon, I tell my family a bit about it and then I wake up for real. This was a fun dream. c:
Post by: TheDarkStar on May 10, 2016, 10:26:46 pm
:o
(and yes, this was just a normal dream, not drug-induced)
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on May 11, 2016, 01:25:32 am
Post by: overseer05-15 on May 11, 2016, 03:16:03 pm
Post by: TheBiggerFish on May 11, 2016, 03:18:34 pm
I dreamt that Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump were in a medieval jousting match. They lined up at either end, and as they charged at each other, they were then riding motorcycles at each other while still holding a lance and shield in each hand. With a cry of "FEEL THE BERN" Sanders struck Trump in the head, and proceeded to fly off into the sunset while 'can't touch this' played in the background. It was great.Can we please make this an actual campaign ad?
Post by: overseer05-15 on May 11, 2016, 04:53:52 pm
I dreamt that Bernie Sanders and Donald Trump were in a medieval jousting match. They lined up at either end, and as they charged at each other, they were then riding motorcycles at each other while still holding a lance and shield in each hand. With a cry of "FEEL THE BERN" Sanders struck Trump in the head, and proceeded to fly off into the sunset while 'can't touch this' played in the background. It was great.Can we please make this an actual campaign ad?
Honestly all we need to add is them fighting for Lady Liberty's hand in marriage
Post by: Xantalos on May 12, 2016, 03:43:55 pm
Then I woke up.
Thanks brain.
Post by: overseer05-15 on May 13, 2016, 12:11:46 am
im going back to bed now
Post by: nomoetoe on May 13, 2016, 12:42:46 pm
Much nonsense that I don't remember quite well happened, I do remember some part involving a talking chimera that said he made a copy of me out of bread and potatoes.
Then things go into dwarf fortress mode, there seems to be a flooded room full of chests and coffers and various objects, a dragon is living inside of it and the structure is shaped like a big volcano with a small opening on the top, I plan on dealing with the dragon by making a copy of myself out of meat, someone reminds me of the chimeras success of making a copy of me out of bread and potatoes, I wake up shortly after this.
Post by: Yoink on May 13, 2016, 01:46:58 pm
The part I remember began with me thinking about album covers. Trying to come up with a design for one for a band I was in, specifically- I'm not sure if said band actually existed or if this was all hypothetical. I think it may have been the latter, actually, I get the feeling I was sort of on the threshold between a doze and proper sleep at this point.
A couple of designs went through my head, the first of which resembled 1,000 Bullets cover art somewhat, with a lot of flat planes of colour and dramatic shading, like graphic novel art. It depicted some guy standing in a darkened, bullet-riddled, room (some sort of fancy/dilapidated barroom, I think) with his back to a wall and a gun in his hand, his teeth clenched in a snarl.
I thought for a bit about who I could get to pose for the picture (apparently it was actually a photo, despite looking like an illustration?), considered a certain friend of a friend for a while, then moved on to an entirely different idea.
This one was quite dramatic and strange, showing a large, bright, futuristic-looking white room.
There were a couple of walls/partitions/items of furniture, I think, but the focal point was shared between two characters in the image.
One was a mostly humanoid robot (well, a skeletal-looking metal humanoid robot, kind of like one of the ones featured in Timesplitters 2) holding what looked to be a large, unrealistic sci-fi laser rifle. It was facing towards the right of the scene, seemingly standing guard.
Behind it, emerging from a vent in the ceiling, was an athletic-looking human cyborg who was unmistakably some sort of cheesy ninja assassin. One arm, lowering out of the vent along with the upper part of his torso, held a single-edged sword, presumably some bizarre futuristic katana. The other hand still remained unseen in the vent, but it too held a katana. Somehow.
The cyborg assassin had a fairly... ugh, I'm forgetting the exact details. But he had a mostly robotic face from what I remember, with some sort of backlit screen or shiny/bright lenses on it, at least one arm that was (at least partially) constructed from metal, and a mostly-exposed human torso that was inexplicably wrapped partially in some form of cloth bandage-like garment, covering the sides and ribs whilst leaving the upper chest exposed. There may have also been some wrappings around the neck, I'm not sure.
His strange dress sense will become important later on.
After a moment focusing on this scene, wholly approving of its potential as an album cover, it began to move.
The assassin swiftly dropped down from the vent, landing lightly on his feet and immediately springing into movement. As soon as he dropped down, the robot guard began to whirl around to face him, its gun raising dangerously and possibly beginning to charge a shot/fire to one side.
The assassin, however, was already attacking; with a series of strange, awkward-looking hops with his back craned backwards and his arms outstretched before him, he covered the ground between him and the guard and simultaneously severed both its arms with an upward strike of his swords.
At this point the dream shifted to me controlling the assassin through a series of increasingly-difficult videogame-style levels, which were other rooms of this strange, blindingly white facility we were in. I think at some points it was third person, others it was first person, but it was constantly hectic.
I remember one moment in ultra-realistic FP, where I dropped into a room, saw I was outnumbered and quickly fled from a group of guards. I glanced back, saw them following me, dived around a corner and spun around to place a small mine I had on my person. Thinking something like, "I'm surprised they still fall for this," or "they fall for this every time," I set the mine then continued running. All or most of the group were shortly destroyed by the blast as they charged around the corner after me.
Level after level I continued through this strange game. I can't remember many details, but more and more traps and different enemies were being added as I progressed. It was getting harder, much harder; I was sure I had almost reached my target- whoever/whatever that was.
Finally I dropped into what looked to be an exceptionally difficult room. I saw several of the normal guards, a turret or two, and two dramatically-clothed human figures, at least one of which held a sword- a boss battle!
I quickly put some distance between myself and the turrents (along with the other threats) and resolved to deal with the mooks first. There was some more mine action, I believe, perhaps along with some swordwork for good measure, the details are unimportant. The robot guards were soon dealt with and I turned to face the others.
As the two warriors rushed me, clad in flashy, dramatic-yet-stylish outfits, it became apparent that they were women. Attractive women.
Actually I think I noticed that at the start of the scene, but putting it this way makes it more dramatic. Bite me, it's 4 AM.
The first of them, more aggressive (and, oddly enough, seemingly based off a real person I have seen photos of) lunged at me.
I dodged her attack, and could, I think, have easily killed her at this point- but, despite being a (presumably) cold-hearted, (again presumably) highly-trained, (definitely) deadly cyborg assassin, I shied away from killing someone so beautiful. Perhaps I thought to try reasoning with them? Whatever the case, rather than using my swords (I'm assuming I sheathed at least one of them for a moment) I grabbed her around the neck in some strange reverse-headlock/wrestling hold, then dropped backwards, slamming her head into the floor.
With her stunned for at least a moment, I sprang up and drew my sword(s) to fight the other one.
As she rushed towards me, however, she did something unexpected. She dropped her weapon- I believe it was a sword- darted swiftly through my guard and began to lick my right nipple. Truly, she had found the weak point of my strange, impractical ninja-outfit.
Overwhelmed by this unexpected (not to mention sexy) manoeuvre, I collapsed to my knees dumbfounded as she lapped at my manly ninja-nip. All thought of battle drained from my mind, along with most of the blood. I most likely dropped my sword, but either way I wasn't likely to use it any time soon.
At that point, it was all over for me. She straightened up, sharing a laugh with her comrade.
"Yes, we are pretty damn sexy*," she said with a smug, satisfied look, and as the dream began to fade, dooming my ninja-cyborg-self to gods-know-what terrible fate, I bitterly reflected on how very many times I had made it this far only to fail on this particular level.
Pretty badarse dream overall if you ask me! Even if I fell to a devious trap before I could complete my mission, whatever it was!
* - or something to that effect.
Post by: Akura on May 13, 2016, 07:16:52 pm
Other dream was that I found myself in a bookstore and talking to the people in it. The conversation eventually brought up the subject of my ex-girlfriend. It was right there that I realized I was probably in the bookstore of the college I worked in(where she was a student), despite everything certainly not being the same layout and the fact that I will never set foot in that place except to burn the entire campus to the ground. I promptly went "fuck this" and woke right up(it helps I was actually oversleeping and woke up 15 minutes after I normally do). I am thoroughly pissed that the scars of what she did to me are invading my dreams like that especially since it's been 2 years(almost exactly now that I think about it) since it happened. Worse, it was probably a premonition of sorts, since that girl I kinda liked at work put in her two weeks notice, though I've already written her off as "not gonna happen".
Post by: Yoink on May 13, 2016, 10:58:13 pm
We were supposed to be going to one last place for the day, but due to wasting time in the earlier places we visited we were too late to make it there. My brother light-heartedly (but probably truthfully) declared this was my fault, and I put forth various bizarre excuses to argue that it wasn't. All in all, it was a very realistic conversation between the two of us, good job dream.
Anyway, it ended up getting dark before we reached our destination, and we had to stay the night in this old, abandoned paper mill. Or maybe the paper mill was our destination, but we just didn't intend to get there so late. Whatever the case, we wound up staying in these old, moss-covered stone buildings that I believe were a mill/paper plant.
A few men showed up around the same time, also intending to stay there (I think it may have been some sort of tourist/cultural destination). They were led by this rather annoying, incredibly banal fellow who I disliked immediately. He seemed pretty boring.
That night, for some reason, we left the room/rooms we were staying in and went for a look around the building. We may or may not have been searching for loot, which may or may not have been toilet paper. The three of us (I am almost 100% certain we had some other companion in this scene, although I have no idea who) made a bunch of noise in some sort of kitchen area and were shortly confronted by that weird guy who demanded to know what we were doing.
I treated that moment like a full-on comedy hour, cracking jokes and making daft excuses, all of which were made even funnier by the fact that he seemed to lack any semblance of a sense of humour. Eventually I said something along the lines of, "I don't know what they're looking for, I'm just making myself a cup of tea," but he didn't believe that either so I just, in an exaggeratedly dopey voice, claimed to be mentally impaired and have no idea what was going on.
He gave up and walked out after that, and I said, in a loud stage whisper, "[MYNAME] not think he fell for it," and almost died of silent laughter at my own comedic genius. Then we continued searching for whatever it was, but suddenly something seemed strange.
Before long it became apparent that those other guys were up to something, possibly involving illegal toilet paper shenanigans, and that was why the guy had been so hostile and suspicious. We heard the sound of machinery being operated in another part of the mill, and then for some reason we split up, with my brother heading outside to investigate.
He walked outside the building into an intersection of the little cobbled streets/lanes that divided the mill compound and was immediately surrounded by a much-larger group of the stranger's henchmen. They seemed to be quite displeased that we had evidently figured out what they were up to- apparently they were using the mill equipment to manufacture black market toilet paper?? Maybe I'm remembering that wrong... or maybe in dream-world there were strict laws against unlawful TP manufacture.
Not sure if they began shoving my brother around, threatening him, or what, but for some reason I was suddenly Goku.
I stepped out through a window and crept around this ledge on the outside of the building (these buildings sure were awfully complex considering they were supposedly made out of crumbling, mossy stone blocks), tensing up and preparing to leap down towards my brother's assailants and tear them apart, but then suddenly some sort of magic struck me, freezing me in place/encasing me in stone. It was most inconvenient.
Can't remember quite what went on as I tried frantically to free myself, or even who/what had trapped me- I don't think the thugs below were aware of me even being there, let alone being zapped with douchey magic. Not sure what they were doing in the agonizingly-long time I was stuck there- I don't think the crowd moved from that central intersection of the mill. Maybe they were shoving my brother around, but I have a vague inkling that he may have had some badass martial arts skills himself in this dream and was just barely managing to fend them off for now.
Eventually, finally, my frozen/encased/petrified form toppled forward off the ledge, only to smash in half on the ground. Fortunately I had used some kind of magical ability to transform myself into this weird pink slime, and as the TP bandits turned to look all they saw was this slime rise into the air before forming back into my human/saiyan self.
I then, for some reason (perhaps whatever had petrified me was still about, possibly waiting to strike again?) flew off into the distance periodically stopping to hurl a bunch of kamehameha-style energy blasts directly at the spot where the crowd of enemies had been (apparently I just assumed/hoped my brother could get out of there in time), around a mountain or some other scenery and then back in the direction of the mill, all the while hurling more blasts as I prepared to unleash a serious super-beatdown on these fucks.
I was especially pissed after being annoyingly frozen in place by bullshit magic.
They were gonna pay.
It was gonna be brutal.
I was almost there.
Ultra-violence wouldn't even describe what I was about to do to them.
...And then I woke up. :'(
Post by: Starver on May 16, 2016, 02:19:05 am
Set in a Canadian border town(?) which was abit Stepfordy, in that all locals (civires at least) were a bit Stepford Wivesish except that their main off-colour (NPI!) feature was extreme racism.
Subplot regarding illegal immigrants (from the US?!?) working as washer-uperers or something, in a hotel, happened early on (details lost to wakefulness) but apparently their presence sparked the corrupt police force to do something drastic at a traffic stop (in another part of town) andwousld have been "another day at the (corrupt, racist, vaguely Canadian?) office" if herocop hadn't been vacatioining/transfered there, for some reason. Like they do (hence Die Hard/Beverly Hills Cop/Due South (but nverted?)/Lethal Weapon) just as something comes to a head where a sort-of-outsider finds that there are nefarious plans to be foiled.
This episoxe, though, is a bit of a "many years on from the original(s) type. You know how the slightly crazy one in the original run (think Martin Riggs/Lethal Weapon) 'retired' to an indian reservation for spiritual reasons? Well, this one also influenced hs partner somewhat. The former, when he turns up to help the latter (not Murtaugh... more Detective Rosewood, from BHC.. and, yes, I see the irony of these selections being white 'partners' of significant black 'leads' in their respective films...) is in full Dances With Wolves getup, only with way more beads, and this explains why the Rosewoodish guy he's here to help is mostly wearing "competent plainclothes/on-vacation cop" suit, but with a beaded shawl. Umm, yeah.
(Obviously in the decade since the 'final' film in the original trilogy, which featured the Riggs going off to find his spiritual self, the vaguely sensible guy has visited him, occasionally, and a bit of the culture has rubbed off on him, so that he's slightly Bunny-Eared Lawyer. This is plainly what this sort-of sequel is trying to suggest, anyway. It's not really their movie sequel, but it's more than just a cameo. Luke-dressed-like-prequels-Ben-in-latest-Starwars-ish, but featuring them for far longer.)
Anyway, these two now steam off to the location of the corrupt local cops' latest traffic stop incident. Quite literally, in one case, as these herocops are Transformers! One of them (not sure which) is a steam train! (Not sure which one, but I'm sure anyone who saw the original Lethal Beverly South Hard Manimal franchise, back in the eighties, would know... this wasn't a skill picked up from the indians, it was the original promise, or so I am reluably informed.) So train and ?truck? are side-by-side, heading for the bad cops. Explosions so large that there are craters big enough for a (surprisingly undamaged) cop-car to fall into. No obvious casualties (add A-Team to the genre-soup!), though three bodies are found, with the suggestion that corruptcops placed them there. (It's a family-friendly movie, there's no sign they killed them, just happened to have three awkward bodies laying about and saw the opportunity..?)
Not sure what happened next. I'm not even sure that the Transformer Lethal-Team Hills Cops With Wolves cameoed even more (although the illegally-in-Canada washer-uperers did, somehow) and someone is now getting married to his wife(!) of sixteen years in the lical cathedral. (It seemed like a good time, they've been married already for sixteen years and will be together for thirty-two years in total (??) so this is a good reason to get married (not reconfirm their marriage... marry... idunno!!!) at the half-way point...
The cathedral (for so it is) isn't exactly full, just a few Stepford Citizens dotted around the place, outnumbering the small number of protanist characters and supporting actors allied to the various protagonsts, but still sparse. Now, I know something you (dear reader) knows, and so does anyone else who has watched the dream-film, at the same time, but despite the expected lack of suspense, the director has arranged the camera angles such that, at this point, we are teasingly prevented from seeing something due to the positioning of the bridesmaids/maids-of-honour, and somehow this also causes the Stepfordians to be uzed versally ignorant, despite their many vantage points from all round the pews... The wife/bride is black! As soon as the camera (of our dream) shows this, then the biggeted townsfolk start ranting and raving in self-righteous indignation... Such nice (and, like I said, Canadian) people, but quite bigoted over this particular detail.
Then my alarm went, I think, so not sure what followed. Strange dream/film/whatever. But I was engrossed when I 'saw' it the first time, at least. Not sure I would go to see it again, or even watch it on bradcast TV, especially. Looked like a cash-in on an old franchise (transforming maveric half-mad spiritual cop with partner finding his vacation interupted by corrupt officialdom and local insularity, but fights to right wrongs and change attitudes - you know, the usual), except with a twist!
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 17, 2016, 06:17:37 am
I don't see the fate of this kid because when he enters the heat of the atmosphere he pops his head back into the pod and my perspective shifts to some detective. He's wearing a khaki coat and has just arrived in a gorgeous little town, complete with old victorian architecture juxtaposed to more modern post-war replacements, trying to find the villain who possesses numbers he's capable of using to start a nuclear war to end all of man. Whilst in this gorgeous town he sees some things that unnerve him, the way people avoid going outside, the way the sky seems to forbode conflict and how the theatre is showing silent hill. Whilst talking to one of his friends about how freaky this town is, the detective suddenly realizes that there's people watching everywhere. Cameras and guards are dotted all over and behind the pillars and spires of the houses, as he looks even further (using his camera to zoom in, pretending to take pictures of the local landmarks) he even begins to see snipers. Quickly he returns to his hotel room, but that's when he realizes heavily armed guards are approaching the hotel. He quickly departs and tries to scurry down the road but is stopped by a guard pointing a rifle at his face. He shouts 'murderer!' as cries all around the houses chorus a terrible cry, 'MURDERER!' The detective zooms in on the guard's face with his camera, taking a picture, seeing eyes like ice behind their combat lenses - before being struck with some taser of some sort from behind, from someone shouting murderer, collapsing into the pavement.
Landing somewhat dignified with his back to the wall, he was less dignified when the perspective changed to the officer with the rifle. This officer dragged the detective along the ground by the scruff of his neck, going through an area of town where all the people had come out to see the excitement. A few shouted murderer, but this time not without malice, but with the excitement of village gossip and scandalous happening. The officer dragged the detective all the way up to a weasel looking guy (I remember the officer thinking of him as an ugly fucker), wearing an altogether dapper suit. It had a white handkerchief dangling from a top pocket, and a black tie on a fine grey suit - never seen anything so lavish of the sort. The officer greets the rich tycoon and they approach some sort of cosmic limousine, whose stairs descend outwards, allowing the officer to throw the detective on board. The gentleman tells the officer that there's room for him up front and as the officer moves to go to the front, the gentleman locks the doors and prepares for takeoff. The officer feeling incredibly betrayed, whilst the gentleman merely shouted he had no more need of him, as the officer neither had the numbers (and the officer had foolishly assumed the gentleman needed him to pilot the ship), begins opening rear compartments and trying to find a way in. When the cossmic limousine takes off it goes fast, but the rear is dipping because of a certain officer fellow clinging on to dear life and forcing the limousine to overcompensate. Perhaps it would have survived if it hadn't also been flying into a storm the likes of which I had never seen before, tumultuous seas and pillars of lightning striking the waters, water spouts driving fingers of the sea high into the sky. In this tempestuous hurricane of destruction the limousine - the gentleman remarked how funny it is that the officer was trying to gain entry to the cooling tanks, he stopped laughing when the officer disabled the cooling tanks. They plummet down.
Perspective changes again, only now all the people appear to be caricatures made of card. The gentleman's limousine spirals and skips across the ocean violently, unfortunate for him as the ocean was also beginning to calm. The gentleman was torn apart, and though he appeared only to be made of card, to see a man of card be torn to ribbons in the ocean was nonetheless horrifying. The fate of the officer and detective was unknown, as I then saw from the wreckage of the limousine a giant red pod. Floating along like a buoy, was also a white pod - with a kid poking his head out at the sudden commotion. This kid paddled his pod over to the wreck and saw little of use. He did however grab onto the red pod, using it as a flotation device for his white pod, and a toilet. He washed his hands in the ocean but was keeping his own refuse for growing organic life, only in the manner of a child - the yucky pod was born. He drifted along, curiously with the wreckage of the limousine following whatever current he was on, until he bumped into the giant metal leg of some massive sea rig. He grabbed its barnacle encrusted surface, recoiling at the slime coating it, then began looking for a ladder within.
That's where the dream ends
Post by: Akura on May 18, 2016, 06:30:53 pm
For some reason or another, I'm at an artillery range conducting live-fire testing - meaning I'm blowing stuff up with a really big gun. While I'm doing this, I spot my ex-girlfriend wandering onto the range. So, naturally, I open fire. And yes, in real life I would take potshots at my ex-girlfriend with a 105mm howitzer if I had the opportunity.
I don't think I ever hit her, but it was pretty funny making her run and dodge incoming fire and explosions. Felt much better waking up than after the last one I had involving her.
Post by: nomoetoe on May 19, 2016, 03:58:43 pm
Later we seem to be traveling somewhere, I had forgotten a book that I really needed, I tell the people I need to go back but we can't, so I summon the book and look inside, someone sitting near me wanted to look at the book but I don't let her, then I see some information on myself, I'm powerful and over 75 billion years old, upon reading the information about me I begin to regain my power. I laugh an laugh and the people are worried for a moment but they just laugh and continue what they were doing. I go outside and I pick up one of those park table things effortlessly. Then I go and pick up some chairs which I don't even feel the weight of, apparently I'm very evil but at the moment I was having fun just picking up things. I wake up.
Post by: Atian the Elephantman God on May 19, 2016, 05:49:44 pm
THEN I ran and jumped up pretty high with my axe raised yelling "AHHHHH" and as soon as my axe almost makes contact I wake up, I also wasnt in my own body but was an extremely muscular guy with a large scar on my back... I'll never know what happens.
Post by: AzyWng on May 23, 2016, 12:36:13 am
I was watching a walkthrough for a Playstation game, so that goes to that.
The wierd thing, though, is that I don't own any consoles aside from a Gamecube I haven't used in years.
Post by: Tawa on May 26, 2016, 06:49:19 pm
Post by: Ultimuh on May 27, 2016, 02:55:13 am
I was explaining to my father that Shakespeare lived to see the video game adaptation of The Tempest, because Leonardo diCaprio invented the handheld video game console in the early 1600s and Shakespeare made enough money off his plays to buy one. Afterward, a four-person family pulls into our driveway and the father hands my father both our mail and their mail. I turn around for a moment and when I look back the envelopes have turned into conspicuously large cardboard boxes, which, when opened, revealed inconsequential amounts of nuts and bolts.I think your subconsciousness is trying to tell you something.
Post by: anzki4 on May 27, 2016, 03:38:55 am
Post by: Ibid Straydrink on May 29, 2016, 07:38:30 pm
Post by: AzyWng on May 29, 2016, 08:41:05 pm
I dreamt that I was among several peers, all looking forward to the Afterlife, and discussing their various interpretations and the benefits. Each one seemed to reshape reality according to his or her ideals, and while they all had their luster, they also had their gnawing imperfections, and I was ultimately uncompelled. Thus, when it was my turn to showcase my life's end, I declared that I would not abide by life after death-- and my body was wreathed in holy green fire until nothing but my grinning, skeletal remains were left to mock the undying.
You're quite the morbid one, aren't you?
Post by: Atian the Elephantman God on May 29, 2016, 10:15:14 pm
Post by: hops on May 30, 2016, 12:03:33 am
I dreamt that I was among several peers, all looking forward to the Afterlife, and discussing their various interpretations and the benefits. Each one seemed to reshape reality according to his or her ideals, and while they all had their luster, they also had their gnawing imperfections, and I was ultimately uncompelled. Thus, when it was my turn to showcase my life's end, I declared that I would not abide by life after death-- and my body was wreathed in holy green fire until nothing but my grinning, skeletal remains were left to mock the undying.friggin' Jagganoth.
Post by: anzki4 on May 30, 2016, 03:44:10 pm
Post by: TempAcc on May 30, 2016, 04:21:41 pm
But anyways, I've been doing some experimentos with hypnogogia, and its honestly really goddamn interesting. It involves a bunch of techniques to get drowsy but stay alert while on the edge of sleep. The result are vivid audible and sometimes visual hallucinations :v, its kinda like a step away from lucid dreaming. Apparently a whole bunch of historic figures tried to induce this state to get inspired, including Thomas Edison.
It takes some effort, but damn is it a weird/fun experience :v
Post by: Atian the Elephantman God on May 30, 2016, 07:04:22 pm
Girlfriend had a pretty snazzy dream about talking to a spirit thing who told her about how she and I would die :vHave you ever tried past life regression? I've tried it before but I always fall asleep.
But anyways, I've been doing some experimentos with hypnogogia, and its honestly really goddamn interesting. It involves a bunch of techniques to get drowsy but stay alert while on the edge of sleep. The result are vivid audible and sometimes visual hallucinations :v, its kinda like a step away from lucid dreaming. Apparently a whole bunch of historic figures tried to induce this state to get inspired, including Thomas Edison.
It takes some effort, but damn is it a weird/fun experience :v
Post by: TempAcc on May 30, 2016, 08:11:43 pm
1-Go to sleep. Set an alarm clock or your cell phone to wake you up during early morning hours, or about 3 hours into your sleep cycle, or something.
2-Wake up, go to the bathroom, stay awake for around 15 minutes or so, so your mind regains some of its normal awareness while remaining sort of drowsy.
3-Get an object you can easily hold in one of your hands if you have it closed, but will easily fall if you're not actively holding it, like a steel ball bearing, or a spoon, or something.
4-Place that hand holding the thing outside the bed, so if the object falls, it'll clatter into the floor and make a fair bit of noise and wake you up just as you're about to fall asleep and lose your hold of the object.
Eventualy (after some tries, or several attempts if your mind isn't used to it) you'll enter hypnogogia, which is when your brain is between sleeping and awake. Not truly dreaming, but still dreaming somehow. At this point you'll get audible and even visual hallucinations, akin to a dream, but happening while you're mostly fully aware. Its not true lucid dreaming, since you're essentially still sort of awake, but its a pretty cool experience overall. And even if you don't actualy experience it, chances are you're gonna have some rather vivid dreams you're very likely to remember.
Post by: Eric Blank on May 30, 2016, 11:53:03 pm
A short run away I found a two-story building where two women were hiding and spent the night with them. In the middle of the night the swines came. We killed one in the house, and knocked another off the balcony. There were one or two others, but they retreated. They had dropped cords of wood they were picking up outside. They were apparently taking dried wood to fuel fires. I could see the light in the compound we had been ambushed in in the distance. They apparently knew our house was occupied because they could see light from our lantern through a crack in the wall from below, where they had been gathering from a slash pile. We decided we had to make a run for it, packed our bags (or theirs, since I had nothing) and left, moving through the neighborhood straight away from their den and the house.
Soon we started hearing grunting and squealing nearby. It was getting closer, and while crossing in the middle of a street we saw a large house cat run around the corner to the right. It was the one making the noises. It attacked us, we clubbed it dead and kept running, but soon afterwards the squealing continued again behind us. At that point I got woken up.
Post by: Yoink on June 01, 2016, 08:56:28 am
The scene I remember most clearly involved myself and a small group of friends (only two of whom were from IRL as far as I can remember) going on an outing to some place (possibly a cafe or something, I think it was rather empty/quiet), having an odd conversation where one of the fictional people (who I think I had only recently met) said he was glad we were hanging out there without any drunk people around, to which I replied "what's wrong with drunk people?", and then one of my IRL friends said he found it much harder and more stressful to deal with confrontational yobbos whilst drunk, and I was just describing how I felt the opposite way when a midget on a bicycle suddenly came speeding down the quiet street/lane we were on and smashed face-first into a chain that was hanging at about (normal person) waist height- evidently blocking cars from entering the street- thus coathanging himself and probably sustaining grievous injuries.
I leapt up from my seat, apparently quite flabbergasted by the sight (or possibly trying to suppress instinctual laughter at someone falling over and hurting themselves) and shouted to him asking if he was alright, then if he wanted me to call an ambulance, to which he replied somewhat rudely whilst picking up his bike and eventually riding off on his way.
I then rejoined my companions and attempted to resume conversation from where I'd left off, which proved difficult as they (and probably myself as well) were still buzzing about the incident we had just seen. I am unsure whether dream-me managed to satisfactorily voice his thoughts on interacting with nasty people whilst drunk before I woke up.
...That took far longer to type than I had planned.
Oh well, at least I recorded the dream before I inevitably forget what I remember of it. When I had that dream, the night after catching a flight from my current home to another state where I am staying for a couple of weeks, it made me feel somewhat bad about not really saying bye to the friend I was speaking with in-dream. Interesting.
Anyway, I need to sleep now. It's the night after I had that dream and I meant to go to sleep almost half an hour ago, this took ages to type. Good night.
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 02, 2016, 08:06:24 am
Time seemed to skip as I was slightly older, a young adult with family. I remember defending my decision to take a degree in ornithology after one of them started chiding at me saying after all those years I still couldn't find any of the birds. In response I located two birds nests and accurately named all the species of birds around the lake, internally remarking that those were all birds I could already find and name from childhood. The birds nests I just followed the sound of chirping and portrayed it as an act of expertise. We went about feeding those birds in the lake, I recall some pigeons flying by in a multitude of species. As we fed the ducks, the lake's waters changed. A red murk spread through the green, and we began to wonder if something had recently died. A crowd began amassing at one of the tidal branches to our left and we followed, finding the source of all this intrigue. The lake was glowing, green, red, dotlings of stars - the only colour missing was blue. For a green lake, the absence of blue was not as remarkable as you'd think, though the fact that the waves were a maelstrom of light was. We and the crowd argued over what it was, slime, algae and plankton won the top spots for probable cause - when a great big sailship appeared from the deep. Slightly rotted and fully encrusted with barnacles, I walked on from an old unused dock, the first person to do so in hundreds of years - just as the waves grow violent and yank the ship out to open water. There was myself, my father and two other men being thrown about in a tempest, miraculously we managed to make it ashore when the ship momentarily crashed into the banks. The fact that the ship held up to the storm at all was suspicious. It was then I noticed the two men who joined us had not embarked on land.
Time seemed to skip as who I was in that urban waste was older, working at some research firm. Only it was not a research firm, it was a virtual simulation being run to interrogate people without them realizing it. One particular detail I recalled was that the head interrogator was a necrophiliac they were blackmailing into being under simulation 24/7, at which point one of the guards overheard and said "that's pretty fucked.' Both the head and the vice looked at him with such lethal stares that the guard apologized and stood back to attention. I recall that being quite funny. In the simulation I recall something being incredibly wrong when someone wanted to hire me for my ornithology training - at that point I began panicking and realized everything wasn't real. I awoke to klaxon alarms and a room full of shabby friends doing their best to free me from my restraints and we left in a hurry, chased by guards.
Fast forward yet more time, I had been broken out of the simulation by some friends from a rival research firm - an actual one, though still working for a no less scrupulous head. We were descending down to some caldera, that I remembered being a lake. Something was definitely wrong. We sent two down but they never came back after investigating. I then offered to go down as I was the lightest and the only one who knew how to tie a rescue knot, scaling down the side of the extinct lake. The lower I climbed the more the landscape changed, as I noticed it was not just a featureless brown and red dryscape, but deeper shades of blue frost permeated everything. The water was not gone from this dune, or at least, it had only gone underground. As soon as I set foot on the dust, much of the dust cracked and gave way to a massive crevice extending 1,400 metres below the surface. I met one of the two members sent to initially investigate who was at the base of the lake but couldn't get back to the top because her rope had broken. He threw a glowstick down into the ravine and it just... Kept going. Never heard an impact. Inside it I was mortified to find the remains of some previous explorer of a former century. She was dressed in arctic exploration gear and had been traveling in a team, writing about her experiences in some journal. Having fallen into the ravine she only had the option to keep waiting for friends, or to give up and drink the six pack of beer she had (having run out of freshwater), which would rapidly cool her core body temperature and dehydrate her, resulting in death. She chose the latter. With such a horrid memento of death and friendship I helped the man at the base of the lake up, before descending down once again with my rope around me, lest I fall into such a crevice myself.
I remember thinking how that body was a skeleton, despite being perfectly preserved in the ice. I remember thinking how I remembered how this used to be a lake, yet that skeleton was a century old, and now was a desert tundra. It had been in such a state before, evidently. Onwards I went, we were still one man down and the man I found said he last saw his friend taking shelter from a dustfrost storm in a cave far ahead. I kept going on, marveling at the dangerous beauty of these unnatural wilds. Or maybe they were natural, I couldn't figure that out. The cave stuck out being a centre of calm in a sea of rustbowl wonder. In I went with my great lamplight, marveling at the deep soothing orange of the cave. The cave seemed homely. I delved deeper into the cave calling for our lost explorer to come out when I saw a shadow approaching - good I thought, as that meant another lamplight, and another person.
What turned the corner clicked in my head as recognizably a space amoeba. A gigantic protozoan mass of enzymes, jelly and organs that was turning around the corner to reach out to me. When it called my name I ran out of the cave, out into the wasteland and I kept running until my lungs were on fire and I was crying. I jumped over this ravine and immediately began climbing the rope with an expedient speed only mortal fear could grant one's self - when I was pulling myself up my friends severed the rope and shot me in the chest with some sterilizing cannon, and down I fell.
When I hit the ground I did not die, looking at my hand it began to melt away into jelly.
'Shit' I thought. I had always been a space amoeba. I'd have laughed if I still had lungs, so instead I cried. My friends threw down a bouquet of funeral flowers that I watched fall with me, two of them crying, one of them turning away to not have to watch me.
There was more dream after that, one related but different following a different person, some android mucking about in the virtual reality interrogation centre. I can't remember much more than that.
Post by: nomoetoe on June 03, 2016, 06:16:55 am
Anyway, later in the dream I was flying/hovering and I went to my grandparents house, I quickly flew to the door and a few people seemed amazed that I could fly, they kind of ceased to exist a little after that though, so I go inside and a bunch of relatives are there and they were all eating pizza, I was going to get some but I didn't like the pizza toppings, I somehow end up with a slice in my hand anyway and try shoving it in one of my cousins mouths.
A bit after this I 'wake up' in bed and I'm quite annoyed that what happened was a dream and that I couldn't actually fly, I felt the need to try and fly anyway though and upon trying I nearly fall on my back, I try again and I can fly again. I considered getting on my computer and searching for information and seeing if anyone else had anything similar but I decided it wasn't a good idea. I jump down the stairs and use my power to stop me from crashing into the ground. Someone is in the kitchen and their making a cake of some kind, I start slapping and punching my face and the person asks why, I tell her that I'm trying to figure out whether or not this is a dream and I can't really tell, she slaps me in the face and it hurt so I assume this is real.
I'm excited at this point and fly around a bit and saying "I can fly! I can really fly!" or something like that. I ask the person with me about the cake she's making, it has a thin layer of chocolate and it has a fan of some kind right under the chocolate, I don't question this and after some more enjoying my flying capabilities I wake up for real.
Darn it brain, I told you to stop giving me dreams where I have powers and trying to convince me its real!
After I woke up for real I decided to slap myself in the face just to make sure I was awake for real this time, it hurt a lot more then the dream slaps.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 03, 2016, 01:15:23 pm
The fighter craft apparently were all equipped with tow cables, and they used these to hitch onto the corvette around the corvette's midsection and stabilize its spin. All of the rebel craft then descended to the planet below. However, the A-wings ran out of fuel one-by-one and fell short of the landing zone of the corvette. (Do A-wings even have a hyperdrive? I dunno). The pilots would be recovered later.
I, piloting another fighter, with a few wingmen, stayed in orbit and would return to the rebel base/fleet to report the task forces' location so they could be recovered. More imperial forces appeared, including a very large star destroyer. We flew our fighters through that destroyer's internal structure to evade its weapons, which looked like a huge tube running lengthwise down the ship. Inside the tube were docked eight fat, bulbous corvettes of some sort that we had to dodge as well. Not sure if they were actually shooting at us. At the far end were another 4 landing shuttles which did shoot at us, and also undocked and attempted to pursue. We destroyed them and jumped to hyperspace before the warship could maneuver to fire on us with any of its turrets.
Not sure if any more tie fighters undocked to harass us in the meantime or not. Maybe they sent all of their fighters out with the corvette or something.
I really want to play rogue squadron again, now. Damnit.
Post by: IronTomato on June 03, 2016, 09:44:29 pm
Girlfriend had a pretty snazzy dream about talking to a spirit thing who told her about how she and I would die :vYeah, I've tried that before. It's like drugs, except without the drugs. You become the drugs, and then you smoke yourself.
But anyways, I've been doing some experimentos with hypnogogia, and its honestly really goddamn interesting. It involves a bunch of techniques to get drowsy but stay alert while on the edge of sleep. The result are vivid audible and sometimes visual hallucinations :v, its kinda like a step away from lucid dreaming. Apparently a whole bunch of historic figures tried to induce this state to get inspired, including Thomas Edison.
It takes some effort, but damn is it a weird/fun experience :v
Post by: ironsnake345 on June 03, 2016, 11:32:43 pm
Yeah, I've tried that before. It's like drugs, except without the drugs. You become the drugs, and then you smoke yourself.I am so sigging this.
Post by: ironsnake345 on June 04, 2016, 12:25:41 am
The dream started with me on an old sailboat on the open sea. The waves were rough, and for one reason or another I had to dock on a nearby island. The shore was very rocky, and I can't even remember seeing a dock, but I kind of imagine there was one. In fact, come to think of it, what I saw of the island was basically one big rock out in the open sea, but there was sort of a cabin on top. It was a two-story wooden-plank building, like you might see in a snowy resort place out in the country. I walked up and knocked at the door and very quickly an old woman opened, greeted me, and let me in. I can't for the life of me remember a word she said, or what her voice sounded like, but I think it was just a sort of typical old-lady-voice. What's extra odd is I can kind of remember her face, but besides that, her hands, and a bun in her hair, I can't remember any other details. I sort of dully acknowledged her body, but I didn't notice it, if that makes any sense.
The inside of the building was fairly normal. It was a nice place, the door lead into a big room which probably made up most of that floor, with a tall open cieling and the second floor of that room consisting of balconies, with stairs up behind corners on the other end of the room. There were these tall things by the walls, which sort of looked like vending machines or arcade cabinets, but I don't remember any other details about them. There were these weird figures going around, operating the arcade-cabinet-things, and at that point I couldn't notice any details about them. They were sort of... shadowy, and my attention didn't stick to them. The old lady said some things and lead me down some stairs to an underground area. The next moment I remember, the wooden planks are all gone, and I'm in this somewhat dimly-lit concrete tunnel which was sort of like a sewer, descending concrete stairs. It was a very thin tunnel, and when we got to the bottom of the stairs, there was a crossroads: forward or left, either one lead to a fairly long hallway.
The old lady led me down the left hallway, and we came to an open doorway. She stepped into it and stopped, I didn't muscle past her because I was being as polite as a normal person is. The room was empty for the most part, but I could see a drain on the floor from behind the old lady's head, and then all of a sudden a humanoid figure, on all fours poised like a spider about to leap on something (even though that's not really a thing spiders do, in hindsight) and completely silhouetted-no details were visible at all-appeared from the drain. I was startled, but the old lady didn't react in the slightest, and the figure quickly sunk back down and vanished. I was left shaken, kind of wondering if it had even happened, and I just sort of followed along when the old lady continued down the hall, leaving the little room alone. We came to another door, and the same thing happened. Another room, another figure, and this time I had to ask if she saw that, or some similar question. I remember she responded, but I can't remember what she said, though it seemed offhanded and nonchalant.
At this point, I was sure something odd was going on, but I wasn't sure whether or not to follow the old lady. I continued on behind her, kind of scared, and we came to another crossroads-this one left and right. I had a chance to look to the right this time, and all I saw was like five feet of tunnel and then a wall, though I kind of remember a grate-like detail, but I've kind of been writing that off as being like a texture from an old PS1 spider man game. Before I could look down the left tunnel, the old lady pushed past me, pulling me back behind the crossroads, and vanished down the left path. I think she said something, but like everything she said, I can't remember the words to save my life. In a couple seconds, she reappeared from the right tunnel, the one I saw immediately end in a wall. My reaction was a combination of "this is terrifying and I am getting the hell away from this supernatural stuff, this can NOT be good" and "I AAAIIIIINT HAVING THAT SHIT, I KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON, I AIN'T PLAYING YO GAMES!" What I did was scream "HOLY F###!!!" and run the other direction saying, in response to the old lady's question of "What's wrong, dearie" or something predictable like that, "Get away from me!!!"
I made it to the first crossroads and turned left, away from the stairs, and ran as hard as I could. I looked behind me, and the old lady had caught up to me, but she looked different. Her face was twisted, demonic, no human should have a face like that, her hair had gotten kind of messy, and her hands were like claws. She caught my arm with one hand, I couldn't pull free to keep running, and raised the other hand to strike at me with her claws. I yelled "Wait!" and she hesitated at the top of her wind-up. "I'll do whatever it is you want me to do. I'll do what you say!" She lowered her hand and lead me back upstairs, and that's the last part of the dream which I can remember in sequence.
After that, it's all kind of a blur. I could apply my attention to the shadowy figures now, and they were these weird, inhuman, sort-of-demonic creatures, not unlike the old lady now that I think about it. But they were clearly not autonomous; they were tools of some sort. I remember some weird candy-like things that turn people into those creatures, and I remember me being in line to take them. I like to think I fast-talked my way out of that situation, but I really can't remember. I remember going around one of the corners where the stairs up to the second floor balconies were, and seeing a man chained to a shield with weapons across his front like a coat of arms on the wall. He wasn't suffering, he had a steely gaze and was looking tentatively forward. I think he noticed me, and he was definitely alive, but he didn't directly look my way that I can remember. There was something written on the shield. "Damage is true here. Be careful, Duncan." It might have been a different name, but I remember it started with a D, and for some reason I can remember it was definitely meant for me. The odd part of that is that my first name doesn't even have the letter D, and even though my last name starts with D I know it wasn't my last name. For those who don't know, true damage is a gaming concept, meaning damage which is completely unaffected by armor, defense, or other modifiers. A 23 true damage attack will always do 23 damage, regardless of damage reduction.
That's all of the dream I can definitively remember. Apparently, whenever somebody else has it there are always some similarities. There's always an old lady, there's always the weird tunnels, there's always rooms containing something very scary to the individual, the old lady is always fast and turns demonic. There's always chapel perilous, but its form changes. There are always odd figures in the foyer, as well. Supposedly the point of the place is to challenge you, determine what kind of warrior you are. That makes sense to me, I come from a family of berserkers. No, seriously. We're normal American people, but something that runs is the family is that when our fight or flight response gets triggered by a lot of anger, we sort of enter a berserk state. I've done this a couple times; it's a trip. My senses shut down except for sight, which was barely running, and I couldn't think except to feel an intense rage. No pain, no reservations, someone in a berserk state is not someone you want to get in a fight with. Maybe chapel perilous is part of being a berserker; those who are capable of going berserk go to chapel perilous to be tested in some way. Whatever it is, it was an odd dream, and I found it very interesting that most of my mom's side of the family has had that dream.
Post by: Nirur Torir on June 09, 2016, 02:44:18 pm
All I really remember is that I had two black-ops agents working for me.
Post by: Tawa on June 09, 2016, 02:50:37 pm
STOP MOCKING ME, BRAIN
Post by: NJW2000 on June 09, 2016, 03:35:38 pm
And a weird impact on earth causing a wave turning people to dust then reforming them further away. But that was the brain cramming in all the CGI budget just before I woke up.
Post by: Atian the Elephantman God on June 11, 2016, 06:55:18 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 11, 2016, 08:27:34 pm
I had a dream about Bay12Foruma, I was reading a bunch of posts and then the screen magically switched to one of the RTD games that I'm playing and the GM posted the next turn. It was pretty awesome until I woke up all sweaty... Maybe it was a nightmare....Maybe you never woke up, and you're still posting on bay12 in your dreams
Post by: Caz on June 11, 2016, 08:55:56 pm
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Post by: Caz on June 12, 2016, 06:36:45 pm
Post by: Atian the Elephantman God on June 12, 2016, 07:34:46 pm
Post by: FallacyofUrist on June 12, 2016, 09:20:39 pm
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My latest dream featured: The Doctor, Charlie Brown, Dalek Charlie Dog, Daleks(that can't fly and apparently can be defeated by shoving them off an edge), a War Council that tried and failed to control the TARDIS...
... it makes no sense to me either, if you're wondering.
Post by: Tawa on June 12, 2016, 09:24:43 pm
Post by: A Thing on June 13, 2016, 12:48:49 am
What's the most epic dream that you recorded or remember?
I don't know if the following dream could be counted as "epic," but I was pretty friggin' ecstatic after it happened (no, it isn't sex related.)
Curses, Closets, and Closet-men
The dream starts with me either waking up from dream or preparing for another dream (I can't remember) with the knowledge that apparently I'm communing with ancient spirits through my dreams (don't look at me, the dream itself explained just as little.)
Next thing I remember is being sleep-paralyzed (in-dream) and a couple of mice-people coming in through my closet and telling me through telepathic mind-images (?) that Closet-man (yes, that was really his name) is one bad closet ghost.
Whatever knowledge I wanted from Closet-man must've been important because I didn't listen and summoned him anyway. After there's another sleep-paralysis bit where I see Closet-man, redundant limbs and all, before he puts me into the mind gauntlet. The whole thing was bizarre images and some harrowing sensations which I couldn't remember accurately even just after waking up, and certainly can't remember months later. Bit of a shame really as it was one hell of a trip from what little I do remember.
I vaguely recall something about a robed figure on a TV who might've been Closet-man again (I really wish my subconscious thought of a better name) but I can't remember enough details so we instead go onwards to the final act (as close to an act as dreams have anyway.)
Back to being sleep-paralyzed, however, this time there were shadow monsters! When I looked at them, my eyes "zoomed-in" for lack of a better word (was more like getting your soul sucked out your head, really.) This stopped when I defeated them with my newly honed mind (I suppose that mind-gauntlet was really worth it after all) Some other closet ghost shows up, tells me I must go because I'm cursed now.
Go where you might ask? Under the sea is where, to the cursed shadow base which is the home of the shadows I think. The base itself had no interiors and consisted entirely of catwalks which I walked on while talking to elder military (they were definitely American elder gods if not in military) gods about how I'm the best there ever was and I'm totally going to break that curse. Mercifully, the dream ended during that and the catwalks of elder god discussion didn't spoil my vague memories of the mind gauntlet.
The dream message being? I have no idea, and I'll leave that to you to figure out.
Post by: Starver on June 13, 2016, 01:30:13 am
Now the dream remnants left to me include a funeral (a Jewish one, apparently, possibly for my.. sister? Who I don't have, and I have no such roots myself) some rather complicated plot (as in conspracy, but also as in the slumbeting screenplay itself) and the traditional travelling through weird geography.
I remember remembering that some of the issues did relate to real-life circustances, but their significance, purpose and perhaps their bearng upon my real-world decisions are now sadly lost to the mists...
Post by: Atian the Elephantman God on June 13, 2016, 12:14:17 pm
But how would bay12 keep on updating :OI had a dream about Bay12Foruma, I was reading a bunch of posts and then the screen magically switched to one of the RTD games that I'm playing and the GM posted the next turn. It was pretty awesome until I woke up all sweaty... Maybe it was a nightmare....Maybe you never woke up, and you're still posting on bay12 in your dreams
Post by: Caz on June 15, 2016, 07:37:28 pm
What's the most epic dream that you recorded or remember?
i just pasted this shit
Apr 21st 2010
I'll do this summary at the beginning since it will make more sense, the summary is what I realized from piecing the whole dream together, or things I just knew in the dream to begin with. There was a great war going on, with camps like the one I describe all over, all building a great war machine to smash the world. The leader race can only be described as a hybrid between Dominions 3 R'lyeh Early-Age, without the water component, and the covenant from the halo series. Their war machine was derived from several races, all taking different roles in the army. The trolls were footsoldiers, the minotaurs scouts and shock troops, with the R'lyeh beings at the top. Even the R'lyeh (not what they're called, but there's no equivelant in this world) had castes in their race, with more devolved ones being drones and servants to the higher ones. (Think "the broken" in the Draenai, from Warcraft lore.) The drones were shorter, fatter, had white skin, tribal markings and were less powerful and more stupid than the higher castes. There was a more functional drone, looking the same but taller and thinner, but with hardly any mental capacity to control others. I was part of one of many small groups fighting and sabotaging and gathering information about their armies covertly, large groups attacking never worked because they succumbed to mental control. So each one of us was put through mental training long before this assignment ever started. I don't know what group I was with before this, but I was the newest member to the current group, and hardly trusted because of reputation. I was weakest physically so had to use my other skills to keep alive and fulfill the mission. We were sabotaging some sort of machinery in a camp that was infinitely more defended than we thought, because their war machine was going much faster than our generals ever thought, and moving in different ways. ON TO ZE DREAM--->
I was this vigilante in a group of them, but I was sorta an outcast even in the group because I did things by horrible methods that others didn't, like murdering semi-innocents for the greater good and leaving my allies when it suited. We were in the middle of an enemy camp and they were trying to open the gates to escape, I was hiding nearby when they started fighting. I kept to the shadows killing what I could by not being seen, then this ogre creature attacks again and again and I fall to the ground twice, feigning death while the rest of the group is captured and sent to the jail in the camp.
I lay there in the bones near all the other ogres, which are the footsoldiers for an even more horrible covenant of creatures. My stomach area has been split open by a blade, but I still don't die. I have to keep my eyes open and in the same expression as there are ogres sitting 3ft from me, eating rations and setting campfires in the night. Near morning, an ogre comes to me with a cup and grins, and then takes the 'soup' of blood and entrails from my stomach to eat. I pretend to be dying, and beg him to take me to the grave pit to die. He's not smart, and agrees while grinning stupidly.
As we round a corner, the ogre carrying my 'corpse', I manage to grab some sort of healing coin from my belt, and use it to return to a better health. I take a dagger from my belt, I am left-handed in the dream also, and stab the ogre neatly through the neck. It falls to its knees in the grave site and dies. I quickly slink to the shadows and set about freeing my party.
We are then escaping, and past the camp are two paths seperated by a great metal fence, with what seems like a football pitch in the middle which is used for legion discipline and such. To the far left and right of the paths there are sloping trees, you can't path up them.
Most of my party go to the left, then I see great minotaurs chasing
us. They are huge, 3 times the size of a normal man and run as fast as a horse, we have no chance. First I see one, then more heading to my party, I turn a different way from them and leap onto the metal fence like some acrobat. Three of the minotaurs chase me, leaping from fence to fence, terrifying in their ferocity, and they ride huge and shining black horses, like nightmares from uo but huge and with longer and thinner legs and snouts. I leap to the top-right corner of the fence and look back to see that my group are on horseback and are escaping through a different route.
I jump into the building at the end of the fence andfootball pitch. It's a flimsy metal structure, with several different compartments and a central shaft for a pulley lift that isn't working. I'm on the top level, so have to climb between boxes. It's the camp's storage of meat. In living form. I set to work of slitting the throats of every lamb there is, they are like lambs but furless and with camel-like snouts and a few of the mothers of them are on the level below. There is a peasant woman hiding in one of the stalls who I find and almost kill on accident and surprise, she looks at the carnage and starts weeping, saying that I am a horrible murderer. I tell her to escape from this place as fast as she can, and then I leave aswell.
As I climb the final hill back into civilization, there are three 'drones' of the leader race that heads the whole army, the ogres and inotaurs are just soldiers in it. The drones of the true race are fat and short, white and thick-skinned with black tribal markings over their torsos and shoulders, small yellow cat-like eyes and upended mouths, like a fish with pointed teeth. The race has mind control, and each word of there's revertebrates inside your head. There are two drones blocking the path, and a taller, more refined, but still a drone, gives me a message. They make as if they will stop me if I pass, so I slow down and listen to the message. They needn't do anyway, they weren't taking any chances, because I go further and from the stairs over the wall to the left, one of the 'true' ones of their race appears to me.
He is more human in appearance but with blue skin, incredibly muscled, with a black and red cloth belt, spikes that seem 'alive', almost like tentacles, coming from holes in its chest and shoulders. We met before. The sun is almost gone down over the hills and forest. He tells me some things I can't remember now, warnings about the actions I'm taking. His voice is infinitely more loud and serene than the drones, the most perfect sound one could hear but with a ghostly reverberation. His mouth and eyes are taken up by the strange spike-like tentacles, and there are bony ridges on his skull and cheekbones which distort them into a distinctly non-human state.
Then he brings out several people to the side of him. They are mesmerized,(it takes a lot of control to withstand the force of their control), and hold small thin blades in each hand, and wearing white dresses. They look dazed. I'm about to try and kill the creature in front of me, but I see the women, they just start walking into this busy road with the tiny thin and sharp blades resting in their hands, not caring. Some get hit, cars swerve to avoid them, but it's getting darker and darker. I run into the road holding out my hands to the oncoming cars to stop, but it doesn't seem to make much difference.
There are buildings either side of the road, as if the path up here just opened out into the middle of a normal town. He's laughing his head off, inside my head. I have a splitting headache and my vision keeps turning to colours. Some of the hypnotised people are walking towards buildings, houses, and banging on them with their fists, scraping the door with the knives. Some others get the knives and jam them into their own eyes while still holding a neutral expression like they didn't care. Anyone who answered their door gets the same treatment, and I'm still running in the road trying to grab the people out of the way, but when I do they slash at me with the knives so I try to help in the town and tell everyone (the sane, unmesmerized people) to get the hell out of dodge.
Post by: TempAcc on June 16, 2016, 07:31:27 am
Dreamt I was in my old highschool, except the students seemed to consist of a mix of people I met in college and highschool. During break, I was talking to some old friends when this one girl I knew from college comes and asks for a hug. I remember her as a very friendly person overall so we hugged for a bit, then I noticed that after that, a huge tattoo/mark thing appeared on my back. From then on, anyone who stared at the mark would think I'm the coolest person ever, altough my appearance was slowly becoming more monstrous, with horns protuding from my forehead and my skin turning light purple. This continued for a while until most of the school was head over hells over me and following me around in big groups, which was more then a little creepy.
Later on said girl came to me and said she was very happy and that now I was supposed to meet her friends. She also looked hauntingly like a daemonette.
TIL my subconscious is trying to turn me into a keeper of secrets.
Post by: AzyWng on June 22, 2016, 08:23:21 am
Then the dream changed and I was playing Warframe (except I had no idea where I was in the physical world) - Everything was a perfect 60 FPS (I think) and almost everything had a red tint/glow to it. There was something about chasing another Warframe or something, to get an item or powers or something? I can't recall what Warframe I was. The chasing involved a good bit of parkour, which I messed up the first time but got the second time. A whole bunch of other players were chasing the Warframe-thing too.
God damn it, I think I may need to take a quick break from playing Warframe, at least for today...
Nah, I'll probably just go back to it this evening...
Post by: nomoetoe on June 23, 2016, 05:10:54 am
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Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on July 11, 2016, 07:02:31 pm
Spoiler: speculation and no speculation (and also butterflies) (click to show/hide)
Anyway, I was in a public bathroom, I blinked, and then I was suddenly in a different, poorly-lit bathroom, where I found thumb-sized people who made and rode sentient machines. They told me I was in the year 1000 or so, and that they needed my help to figure out why nautical hobbits from the future were destroying their sentient machines disguised as sea otters.
...come to think of it, that was weird too. Huh. Didn't seem weird at the time. I had this awesome image of a hobbit wearing a small yellow rain jacket in a storm, reaching out toward a sea otter stuck in the fishing net coming off their ship.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 12, 2016, 04:23:30 am
Post by: BorkBorkGoesTheCode on July 12, 2016, 06:30:46 am
Dreamt of a vidya game concept design set in my own primary school, where monsters slowly take over the students one by one. Had a pretty cool concept where instead of HP, you have sanity, only your sanity did not function as a health bar analogue of sorts. Rather, the monsters got you based off of how much you trusted your mind, those who trusted it most were most vulnerable to being converted by spooky monsters, whilst those distrustful were much more resistant and formed the player classes, with the addendum being they had mental issues resulting in them being distrustful of their own mindsTo what extent can the player's basic perception of reality* be subverted?
That which exists even if you don't believe in it.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 12, 2016, 06:51:01 am
To what extent can the player's basic perception of reality* be subverted?To the extent in which you can manipulate their imagination
Post by: BorkBorkGoesTheCode on July 12, 2016, 06:58:10 am
I am very intrigued. Would you please continue?To what extent can the player's basic perception of reality* be subverted?To the extent in which you can manipulate their imagination
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 12, 2016, 07:02:14 am
Well it's the basis of hypnosis isn't it, to get someone to really focus and focus on something to the point where perceptions become more malleableI am very intrigued. Would you please continue?To what extent can the player's basic perception of reality* be subverted?To the extent in which you can manipulate their imagination
Thus with a game, getting the player heavily focused, invested and immersed allows you to momentarily alter their perception of reality, convincing them to feel the game as if it were real, willingly ignoring the pressing of buttons and such
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on July 13, 2016, 10:51:24 pm
...or that's what I tell myself after being scared half to death by a skeleton in Minecraft.
Post by: nomoetoe on July 14, 2016, 11:10:46 pm
It seems my field/forest home was a pocket dimension and the battle destroyed it, I was fairly upset about this but I had more important things to worry about. The scene shifts and suddenly I have someone working for me, he seems to want to make me more powerful then I already am, apparently absorbing the 336 beings essences made me very powerful. Things happen usually involving trying to make me more powerful, I think a zombie apocalypse had started at some point as well.
Towards the end of the dream we were in my house and heading up to my room, I remember thinking "Oh the dream is going to end with me going to sleep in my bed isn't it." or something like that. I at this point had some kind of cloth like matter on my arms that would form a long glove which I would use to channel my power. The guy working for me tells me of his plan to make me a god, I was of course very interested in the plan and tell him I wanted him to be a god with me, he didn't seem to want that though. I now gain a second much darker glove on my left hand formed by the weird fabric, it never really did fit quite right before the dream ended.
Post by: Edmus on July 15, 2016, 02:20:07 am
I forgot the name, but a quick google found it for me.
Live action/CGI from 2002 sure has aged well!
Post by: Urist McScoopbeard on July 15, 2016, 11:30:12 am
Speaking of weird freudian shit in my LAST dream I dreamt that I lived in a Orwellian US where I was fighting the government. At various times I was a normal citizen, sent to a camp where drugs were tested on the inmates, travelled to a remote village to gather resources and a boat, and then reunited with my family living under government control on a small, rocky island. I ended up killing a ton of government agents until I ran (for miles) in to the woods and stumbled upon a monolithic government structure. The doors were open and the supervisor was super nice. We closed the doors and just talked... A lot of weird stuff in there. Anyways, after a while we no longer ventured into the deeper facility because of all the strange (but mostly harmless) creatures residing there. So we chilled by the pools, except that we were hooked up to masks and lived in the pools, the masks pumped us full of euphoric drugs and we had a hell of a party. Billy Murray was there. Then we all began to transform into what we desired most, a lot of succubi and dominatrixes... Also a couple of golden retrievers. Bill Murray was a weird half-fish half-man creature that was still quite funny. I open the inner doors to see what was going on and found a lot of terrifying (but still mostly harmless) creatures, so I closed that shit up and then I woke up.
EDIT: I don't always dream, but when I do, it's almost always some fucked up stuff.
Post by: itisnotlogical on July 15, 2016, 03:18:30 pm
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Post by: nomoetoe on July 17, 2016, 03:22:41 am
I was fairly confused about this, after awhile some sort of apocalypse started at some point. I'm now looking through my room to find useful things, I look through a coin purse and I find a large rectangular penny, apparently it was made in 1504, I was amazed at this discovery of a really old coin in my room and thought about all the money I could get from it. The dream transitions to my bathroom, the entire floor had been lifted and rotated a bit, I was talking to some weird creature that found a weirdly shaped penny for me, this one being made in 1709.
At this point I leave the bathroom and I'm now with two other people, then I'm attacked by a rather large possum and dragged away, I was nearly lost under the floor of the bathroom but the people with me saved me. After we leave the bathroom a small group of other people approach us, I think they wanted our stuff or wanted to kill us I'm not sure, we fight and it's not going well so me and my companions go into a berserk mode and we grow taller and extremely muscular and fight off the people attacking us, one of the stayed behind and I went with him to sit at a bar or something, he told me his boss wanted me for some reason. I don't remember much else at this point but I think we talked about the rectangular penny I had and how wallets were made to hold them back then. I then wake up.
Post by: Yoink on July 17, 2016, 12:50:14 pm
The first part I remember is, perhaps unsurprisingly, being back in the sharehouse that I just moved out of.
Lots of videogames were being played and what-not, all fairly standard really as far as I can remember. What was unusual was that, when I entered the loungeroom where videogames are played, the newest housemate (whom I despise for various reasons that I shan't bother listing here) was sitting on a couch along with my other housemates.
Normally he avoided us all entirely for the most part and kept to himself, but it turned out that he'd just unburdened himself of a secret.
He came out to my housemates and I as 'trans-American Indian*', which was supposedly why he'd been so shy and quiet previously. He also mentioned that he used chunks of cooked meat as a way of fighting body odour**, which... probably was why he always smelled so fucking awful. :o
The guy said a few other bizarre things that I don't remember despite at least some of them involving videogames.
Next part I remember, I was playing an online FPS which in my dream was supposedly Battlefield, despite seeming rather more fast-paced, like CoD or something. Also I didn't suck at it, so it could hardly be Battlefield. Everything was rather strange, but I was completely slaughtering the enemy team in some kind of domination match.
I charged into one objective that they were shown as capturing, didn't see any foes at first, then managed to guess their hiding spot correctly and kill the one or two attacker(s). Then I ran about the objective defending for a while, pretty much just bursting out of cover and destroying any enemies who showed up, often in groups- I was on my own.
After a while of this absolute slaughter, however, I was lying prone atop some kind of old train carriage (maybe?) when I saw a new enemy ran in and start capturing. As far as I can remember, the earlier enemies looked more-or-less like your typical, bland soldier chaps from various editions of Battlefield (possibly Hardline), with black riot helmet-looking things, balaclavas, blue jumpsuits under body armour, scowls and various unused tactical gear, but this newcomer appeared to be... a dog?
Yes, upon closer inspection (I crawled to the edge of the object I was on and peered over, to look right down at the central point of the objective) it was indeed a rather adorable dog, happily waggling its tail and panting whilst capturing the point, not appearing to be armed or at all worried by my presence.
Very cute! ...Then I noticed one oddity about the dogs appearance (apart from the fact that it was in the game in the first place): it had a human face, a rather disturbing-looking human face staring out from its head in a way that was creepy as fuck. It looked like it had been shopped onto there, nicely blended but with a somewhat different colour from the rest of the head.
Naturally, I decided not to shoot it, and even decided on the spot to try and join whatever team/clan it was involved with, seeing as it was simultaneously cute, unusual and hilarious. Fortunately for dream-me's KD ratio no enemies seemed to come along whilst I was preoccupied.
In this weird dream-game, it was easily possible to see a sort-of profile of various players, not quite the same as the one you see on PSN, more like some sort of custom profile (Sorry if that didn't make much sense, I need to finish here and sleep). Almost like a Youtube page.
Anyway, this dog's display picture showed an original version of the face (I believe it may have been a black-and-white drawing, rather than a photo) amid a mind-bending mess of psychedelic colours. The user page was similarly adorned with trippy colours from what I remember, and it had a slogan, something along the lines of "LSD, Sean's face and [Not sure? Possibly Domination, the game mode, but that doesn't seem right- maybe it was Dog?]", and according to the description the basic idea was that some guy/guys would play games whilst tripping balls, to the apparent amusement of everyone involved, and possibly show the whole mess on Youtube although I don't remember for sure.
No idea how they managed to get their friend Sean's face onto an entirely-inappropriate dog model and into an online FPS, but hey.
That seems like the sort of thing that ought to be possible.
After that, the dream veered off on a tangent about some sort of comic strip/animation, that I think may have been hosted on the same Youtube channels as the LSDog escapades, or shared there at least. The only thing I remember was that it (in some strips/episodes at least) centred on this plainly-drawn old man who made often bizarre, to-the-numbers rants against various topics.
The rants/pages/episodes followed a similar formula each time, I think, and I saw this page showing several different strips above one-another, all looking amusingly near-identical apart from the dialogue- which followed the same formula, but in/on wildly different situations/topics. Not sure if that was someone criticising the webcomic/animation or if it was content from the creators, since it really just made the whole thing funnier.
Somewhere around then I woke up, needing to pee.
There was more to the dream earlier on. All I really remember was playing videogames, including Uncharted 4.
One of my housemates had hijacked the TV and console shortly before where this post begins, not sure where I'd wandered off to.
*It was never made entirely clear whether this mean he had transitioned from Australian into a Native American, from Indian to American, vice versa, or from a naturalised US Indian into an Australian. Whatever the case it was quite bizarre and I don't think any of us bothered questioning further.
**He actually revealed this part after admitting that he knew how smelly he got sometimes, and offering the explanation of it happening when he came back from visiting family. Apparently he thought the smell of rank meat was a pleasant replacement for his normal, post-journey BO. ...Then again, with how bad that guy smelled IRL, it probably would be.
Post by: TempAcc on July 19, 2016, 07:32:27 am
I faintly remember telling him not to worry because his cell was comfy :v
Post by: hops on July 19, 2016, 09:41:04 am
Normally my dream isn't this cancer.
Post by: Tawa on July 19, 2016, 09:55:23 am
Raised some kind of interesting ideas about the relationship between a person and their name, but unfortunately this was bogged down by the fact that my brain decided this was also a Zelda game and randomly jumped between weird psuedo-metaphysical stuff and collecting fairies.
Post by: AzyWng on July 20, 2016, 06:49:06 am
The dream ended on one of the planes. The plane started to take off, one of the people I was with commented on some physical theory/effect taking place, and then all at once, everything went dark, two large, glowing yellow eyes appeared in front of me, and I heard the beginning of a scream before waking up.
Post by: Haspen on July 20, 2016, 08:10:32 am
Said game was about 6 guys posing as Lords of Houses (I remember the House of York and House of Mockingham being mentioned), and the 7th guy was to be Lord of some minor houses, but he was the kingmaker/judge aka every dispute went through him. People could toss 'money' tokens at him as bribery. He would have 'influence' tokens that he could settle disputes with. I vaguely believe the goal to be one of the Lords of Houses to gain twice the starting Influence tokens.
I was chosen to be the 'kingmaker', and I fubbled through first two disputes, and everyone was angry at me (I don't remember what these were about, sadly).
The third dispute was between House of York and House of Mockingham, in which 'Lord of York ate the baby of Lord of Mockingham, should he be expelled from Trinity College of Arts for this?', and one of the options was 'Let them duel to the death' and I've chosen that option, so Lord of York went and stabbed Lord of Mockingham with a pen... turns out Lord of York was actually Lady of York and her face was Tiruin's pixe-elf-face avatar?
The teacher/referee shouted 'You can't do this!' and Tiruin!avatar shouted 'BUT I MUST' and then somehow wrapped herself in a cape which she didn't have before and flew through the window.
All other Lords complained that I 'fucked up the game' and the referee told me to leave, and then I woke up.
Post by: TempAcc on July 20, 2016, 08:25:21 am
I then had multiple conversations with a few pornstars about the nature of existence, and eventualy we reached some sort of agreement and everyone seemed happy and ready to continue filming?
Then I violently beat one of them.
Brain pls.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 20, 2016, 10:03:29 pm
Post by: Spehss _ on July 25, 2016, 06:04:12 pm
Then went into some kind of inception phase where I had a dream within the dream. Dreamed I was watching some horror film about a pair of killer undead pandas terrorizing China. I was moving to a nearby nation near China and feared that the undead pandas would cross the border to get me. That dream ended, and then my brain returned me to the scene of being incinerated by the aforementioned nuclear explosion.
And then I woke up. I think there was some kind of drama about a fascist/communist/radical government taking power, as well, but it's blurry to recall because of the undead pandas and nukes. Weird dreams.
Post by: chaotic skies on July 25, 2016, 10:50:40 pm
The only explanation I can come up with is I've been playing Warframe a lot recently, which could be where the ninja thing comes from, and I love attack on titan. Otherwise I have no clue on where to start.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on July 26, 2016, 08:17:52 am
In my last dream, I was... a vehicle? A mech? Bah.
And aborists had magic powers. Maybe.
Post by: nomoetoe on July 26, 2016, 05:40:40 pm
The part with me as a super being mostly involved me hovering in front of some people talking about how powerful I was or something, I even had someone shoot me in the head with a shotgun, everything went dark for awhile and I freaked out because I was dead, I quickly revived though and went back to talking about how amazing I was or something, completely forgetting or ignoring how I just died.
The part with the bear attacking me, or trying to attack that is mostly involved me being in a car trying to keep it from getting in, if I remember right I got away from it by launching myself several hundred feet which is how I got to the part with the school or being a super being I'm not sure.
Post by: Shook on July 26, 2016, 06:02:55 pm
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For a first timer it was surprisingly competent, but I WAS VICTORIOUS. My first thought afterwards was "hah, now i can tell people that i've thumb wrestled a gorilla!", but sadly it turned out to be a dream. Not that i'd dare to try that with a real gorilla, since it would probably rip my face off if i got too close. :v
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 27, 2016, 05:28:13 am
The dream didn't end there, instead passing to the point of view of a news presenter as soon as my first perspective ended, it was a news presenter in the style of a conspiracy theorist of tinfoil and water filters, who was positing the theory that the girl Rezeen was not responsible for the drowning, but that in fact, all signs pointed to the killer as having lurked beneath the water and not above it. Dream sadly ended before seeing the conclusion to this, but it was interesting nonetheless
Post by: TempAcc on August 05, 2016, 08:23:37 am
Anyway, I had this really odd but very interesting dream this last night. It was one of those dreams in which you're basically only a spectator witnessing events unfold.
I was seeing things from the perspective of this one guy who works at a restaurant in some busy downtown place. He meets this really cute blonde girl and they hit off right away. Cut to some moment in the future, and now the two of them are going around killing some people in lush mansions? And these people appear to consist mostly of men-in-black types? They also pick up some companions along the way.
Despite being hunted by the police, they manage to avoid capture and even set up a secret base of sorts. As they continue going to mansions and luxury places and killing people, they start to slowly lose their companions as they're killed off. Cut to some other moment on the future, and the story is apparently reaching its climax. They invade this huge cruise liner thing in the middle of the sea and kill a bunch more people, and the rest of their companions die here.
Then finally everthing starts to work out for them and the character that I see these things through calls her to kill the last guy, who's some rich fat guy person. At this point I realized something. By looking at the girl, she seemed more and more deranged to me, with wide open eyes and a huge grin while killing people with scissors. Nobody else seems to notice this, not even the character I'm following. Once she finally kills the last guy, she lets out a laugh, and when my character goes to hug her, she stabs him dead.
Then it cuts to some other moment. My character now has a beard for some reason and is floating in space close to what appears to be a space station. He manages to drift towards the space station and get inside through an airlock (also apparently he can survive vacuum without a suit for some reason). He spends a long time being angry and sad and wondering why she murdered him, and it appears he never noticed how deranged she looked. He somehow manages to teleport back to earth and enters the old restaurant he worked in. Inside he finds only the girl and ends up fighting her. She kills him again, and he appears back floating in space near the space station.
He gets back to earth again and tries to get an explanation from her, and she explains to him that she's been locked in some groundhog day style time loop for thousands of years or so, with her always appearing back in space floating near the space station every time she dies. She describes how she lived entire lifetimes, how she had kids and a happy family and then she died of old age and it just looped back again. She starts talking about how she's been doing this for so long and how the fear of being looped back made her insane and essentialy do anything she felt like doing because it would always loop back. She lived as a prostitute because she wanted once, she murdered children because she felt like it, tried to kill the president as a challenge to stave off the apathy and boredom, and was actualy succesful a few times.
She tells him that all they've been doing was necessary to transfer this "curse" to my character, and now she was free, but she also realizes she has feelings for him and feels sorry for what she did, but says she just wants to die now.
After a few loops, the guy manages to convince her to not kill herself and they join up to try and free him from the loop as well.
I think this dream took my entire night, or at the very least its the only thing I remember dreaming tonight.
Brain pls?
Post by: WillowLuman on August 05, 2016, 02:38:40 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on August 08, 2016, 11:34:31 am
Post by: birdy51 on August 09, 2016, 05:09:34 am
I was helping out a pair of brothers a la Sam and Dean Winchester of Supernatural against a zombie board against a zombie incursion. More importantly, they were protecting a kid. Sometimes he got bit. Sometimes he didn't. It in itself was not remarkable.
What was the sense of vague knowledge that some of this had happened. I had dreamt something similar in fact.
So much in fact that I knew that when the local sheriff showed up, I would die by him.
See, on the wierd piece of swampland, there was treasure. And he wanted it. So he came in and started asking around after a rousing chorus of Ald Lang Syne. A map gets brought out and the feelings of remembrance start in. I had done this before.
I knew on the map where to look, and I could see the peninsula nearby where it could be found. And I knew that soon after it being found, I would die. I still mostly go along with it, going as far as to say i can bring him to it. So we walk. And somewhere between there and the house, gunfire erupted.
I end up on the ground with the sheriff. I ponder for a moment what i might due before asking to be armed. He complies. In an action i had done sometime before, I then tossed it away. The deputy with a horrified look then proceeds to shoot me in the chin; a lethal wound. I die again.
But i don't realm regret it. I have the strange feeling that i would have done the same things over a d over I'd i could, changing little to nothing.
The dream floated on there as I explored the house for a time contemplating a reality that didn't include me. Then I saw a shade of my past self. And I gave him a hug, telling him that were it all to happen again, I would toss away a gun every time, even when I could preserve mine by killing an enemy.
I woke up soon after that to the bastard fucking Chihuahua who wakes up 45 minutes before my alarm to bark. I hate you you yapping little mess. Go to hell.
Post by: Steelmagic on August 11, 2016, 12:24:19 pm
Post by: ChairmanPoo on August 11, 2016, 01:03:39 pm
I had a dream, it's been a while since I last remembered one. I had to rob a scientist girl or something and take her super medicine, or whatever it was.Like this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2I9Y6pR67Bo
Post by: Steelmagic on August 11, 2016, 01:11:12 pm
No, I just robbed her at gunpoint. Not really sure how I failed, in hindsight.I had a dream, it's been a while since I last remembered one. I had to rob a scientist girl or something and take her super medicine, or whatever it was.Like this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2I9Y6pR67Bo
Post by: x2yzh9 on August 11, 2016, 01:20:59 pm
Time was altered retroactively! I died in the dream but at that time the timeline changed because it was at the moment of death, fighting an enemy supersoldier, so that I never came to that point. However, this was always meant to be, as time was a rigid construct, so in reality I had come to the moment of death to merely travel back in time to change it, this I think meant within the dream that I in fact had never and would have never reached actualized death, as the timeline being altered was part of the timeline itself.
Dreams are weird.
Post by: Eric Blank on August 11, 2016, 01:21:48 pm
No, I just robbed her at gunpoint. Not really sure how I failed, in hindsight.I had a dream, it's been a while since I last remembered one. I had to rob a scientist girl or something and take her super medicine, or whatever it was.Like this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2I9Y6pR67Bo
From the rest of the dream it sounds like she was being really persuasive and you were being really gullible. Not a very effective robbery, no.
Post by: Steelmagic on August 11, 2016, 03:09:26 pm
Probably, I am also 100% gullible in reality.No, I just robbed her at gunpoint. Not really sure how I failed, in hindsight.I had a dream, it's been a while since I last remembered one. I had to rob a scientist girl or something and take her super medicine, or whatever it was.Like this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2I9Y6pR67Bo
From the rest of the dream it sounds like she was being really persuasive and you were being really gullible. Not a very effective robbery, no.
While I am speaking of dreams, there is another dream from longer ago, because I haven't remembered many dreams, lately, and I like my dreams.
I went through basic training for the army. Which was, inexplicably, held at my work. After completing my training, I was sent off to war in an unnamed country, which was probably Vietnam, judging by the jungles. I was on my own in the jungle, where I found a village of shipgirl Hibikis* of all shapes, sizes, skin colors, and uniform colors. They were my friends, but we came under attack, and in the attack I was killed.
Apparently, however, I could respawn, and so I did but I had to go through basic training again so that I could get back to my Hibiki friends. I had to hide the fact that I had died, though, because nobody could know I guess. I woke up during training round 2, however.
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Spoiler: pictured is Hibiki, just imagine her in various forms (click to show/hide)
Post by: Eric Blank on August 11, 2016, 05:22:26 pm
I had a dream where I was one of a handful of astronauts working on Mars, performing SCIENCE and setting up basic infrastructure. We had an AI system that handled routine programming tasks, which went rogue and tried to kill us all. While I and one other astronaut were away on a surveying trip, it shut down life support for the rest of the crew, killing them all. When we got back, it tried to do the same to us. We shut off its access to the systems in the one cabin we could access and used the EVA suit recharge/refill stations and extra batteries/air cylinders to keep us going while we worked out a plan. The AI was planning to kill us using one of the dropships/shuttles on the landing pad or one of the survey drones. We had to shut off its access to those as well in order to escape, otherwise we had no way to stop or shut down the AI itself; I guess the servers it was running on were all inaccessible. In the end it squashed us under one of the dropships while we tried to get access to the other.
I've actually had a lot of dreams set on Mars lately. A previous one involved running across a partially terraformed martian landscape, trying not to get eaten by dinosaurs. We got eaten by a t-rex while trying to climb a drilling rig in the middle of a shallow lake. Last night I had one about being sealed in a concrete-filled drillhole by aliens for several million years and waking up to find those same aliens and another species fighting.
I also had a dream last night about a military draft and mass invasion of ISIS. I was with a platoon near one little village and after rounding up the handful of IS fighters we decided to make an enormous sandwhich. Except we couldn't figure out how to make a loaf of bread five feet wide and twenty feet long. So I suggested baking it underground in a kiln, like one would do for bricks. We started to dig a hole and uncovered a bunker at the other end of our oven. It was a weird, white-walled, immaculately clean place with fluorescent lighting and the occasional trap triggered by laser tripwire sensors embedded in the walls. Me and this one woman went exploring and found hallways with doorways and windows into rooms where... The two of us, one of the other soldiers, and some young dude in a flannel shirt were talking around a large metal table. Every single window we looked into showed the same scene, from different angles. They (we) were visibly upset and anxious about something, the stranger seemed calm, happy even. After going a little deeper we found a large room lined with eight or so of these identical interrogation chambers. In it we found the guy we saw in the windows, walking around oblivious, like he was going somewhere important yet just turning around and walking some other direction occasionally. He was also a ghost.
Back at the other end of the room we encountered the other soldier who we saw in the windows with us. He was waving a microphone boom around telling us he thinks this place is haunted. We say no shit and together we confront the ghost. He takes us into one of the rooms, and we sit down for a chat. This ghost seems completely unaffected emotionally by anything going on. He tells us, as we sit there, that the invasion is currently going sour and we're being ordered to evacuate. Sure enough this is true and when we make it to the surface our CO is pissed at us. We retreat to a building not far out of town and wait for pickup while being assaulted by hordes of IS fighters who were taking cover behind a wall along the road nearby. I don't know if we would ever get picked up because I woke up at that point.
Post by: nomoetoe on August 11, 2016, 09:36:58 pm
Post by: Haspen on August 12, 2016, 02:33:40 am
...and it grew into Kaiju? It then became curb-stomping both East and West robots and getting shot in return so I got angry and sad but people suddenly became cheering 'FUCK YEAH DUCK!!' over and over. When I tried to calm them down some Japanese-looking guy grabbed my face and screamed "FUCK YEAH!!" at me.
The kaiju duck then released a roar and entered the Atlantic Ocean and began swimming toward US with some movie tune loudly blaring in the background (I think it was Rocky's training montage tune, but not sure anymore).
Then I woke up.
Post by: Starver on August 12, 2016, 05:09:13 am
Classic travellng dream, for one part. Pseudogeograhy and improbable vehicular chaos. Hard to describe, but apparently mud on road and is as hard to drive on as bicycle on field is hard.
The other two parts were mixed around each other. Some manned rocketry experiments were going on, which were rather interesting, but mostly a single deline to me working in an office that I (sort of) worked in. (As in it has conceptual link to be ne where I definitely worked.)
In the adjacent department, there's a monitor that needs looking at (more than monitors normally need looking at, that is) with some rather interesting controls regarding its resolution. I work out that as the prior monitor on that computer had (different but similar problems) its probably not the display's fault. Classic! We'll get that sorted. But the paperwork...
Nobody has filled in paperwork for ages. I decide to ressurect a certain form. Helpfully provided said form. The user instead writes some scrawl on a plain piece of paper... What?
And after all the support/supportee rapport. I thought we had bonded over the rocketry footage (whilst testing the monitor) but I'd not been making my point about these forms, that even my boss had stopped using. Harumph...
The rocketry, however, was interesting. The original test rocket (recorded rootage of which we mistakenly watched, thinking it was live) had been duplicated an redeveloped into new forms. So, today, along with the two 'standard' models, there's three heavy ones and a slimlined light one, at one point arrayed around the conic grassy mound from the top of each shall be launched. And are, but the details are far less interesting than the mo itor thing, and my bag of pens (?) that keeps on unzipping.
If only I could tell that story better. Plenty of office dynamics, far more interesting than the other parts, but... You had to have (sort of) been there, perhaps.
Post by: Haspen on August 16, 2016, 02:13:38 am
The basic cast was tall, dark and handsome time-traveling (more like 'one-way trip from future' travel) dad of a submissive blonde teen boy; there was blonde/white-haired anti-hero antagonist to the time-traveling dad, and robo-tentacles white-haired alien bishie overlord, all this few decades into future, tops.
Ep 1 had the backstory for time-traveling dad and blonde anti-hero; apparently they grew up under old kung-fu master and the bad blood between them stems from their years under the tutor. In the 'modern' time the time-traveling dad meets with his (gay) son, and hilarity ensued cuz the son thought the time-travel dad was some random guy hitting on him. The ending of this ep had a giant asteroid smash into San Francisco bay, and that meant the arrival of white-haired alien bishie overlord with robo-tentacles.
Ep 2 had the aforementioned anti-hero backstory 'from the future', where he was almost killed by time-travel dad, but then alien bishie overlord had him roboticized. This caused the time-travel dad to travel to the past. Second part of the ep was the alien bishie overlord wrecking a military base chasing the gay teen son and the anti-hero; by the end the anti-hero was all beaten up and the gay teen son caught in the slimy tentacles of the alien overlord who declared that the teen will have his tentacle kids.
...and then I woke up .<'
Post by: TD1 on August 16, 2016, 06:56:36 am
There was a lot more "plot" but I've forgotten nearly all of it.
Post by: Parsely on August 16, 2016, 10:45:45 am
-special operator program in the far-flung future as a time travellingThis is literally the plot of Original War (RTS video game).supersoldiers designed to counter Russia's-
Post by: IcyTea31 on August 17, 2016, 02:08:40 am
First, I was browsing as usual with my family, until I felt a bump at my back and a tweenage boy walked past me, very obviously holding my wallet and someone else's. I immediately started running after him, screaming for others to help, though my family had disappeared for some reason. The pickpocket turned a corner to another aisle, where I catched up to him, being held by my wallet chain by another customer. The thief had a face now, which bore some resemblance to a local real life delinquent, but not enough to call him an expy. I took my wallet and continued on.
Second, I was suddenly walking towards the checkout with my mother, when I hear a woman yell for me to stop someone. I glance behind to see a young child running with a single piece of salty liquorice candy. I move my leg enough to stop him, and the woman, presumably the child's mother, catches up to them. I hear the child explain how they were just going to take the candy to the machine that goes beep i.e. the checkout counter.
Third, I'm in the supermarket's parking lot with all of my family. The supermarket was still in its old building that was demolished a couple years ago in order to make room for a bigger, better one, but that didn't matter much. I wondered for a second where we were going in the parking lot, when suddenly a car drove in. I instantly had the feeling that it was stolen from my father, even though the license plate was blurry and the car's colour shifted between a stock silver and my father's car's colour. I ran after it, and soon it parked for a young couple to get out of it. They started walking towards the supermarket, i.e. past me. They had faces, but not of anybody I could recognize from real life. I complimented the car, and the man thanked me, but when I sarcastically asked him where he got it, he wouldn't answer and walked away. I ran to the car, which was for some reason parked balancing on its right wheels with the left side of the car up at an angle, like in some stunt show. I could now confirm the license plate and my shirt was on a seat in the car, though the paint colour had now settled on the stock silver. The car next to it, which was parked similarly, suddenly fell to all of its wheels and turned on, even though I didn't see anyone get in. It drove away with me thinking how it's way too old a model to be a self-driving car. Then my father's car did the same thing and started driving towards my family with nobody inside it. (My father's car is not a self-driving one.) I ran by it and it stopped next to my family, who started climbing into it, when I saw the couple from before exit the supermarket. I told my family to wait, pulled my phone's camera function up and asked the thief to turn around. He wouldn't, though his apparent girlfriend/wife did give a doubtful glance at me, then her boyfriend/husband and asked him what was going on. He wouldn't answer, and started running away, holding her wrist and keeping his back strictly towards me. I ran after him, and after a block the scene faded away.
I had the feeling someone stole my father's car, installed a self-driving AI into it and repainted it only so he could use it to hit on a girl.
Post by: Starver on August 17, 2016, 06:12:47 am
Given positions of power (or at least priviledge) our group of three (or more) 'incomers' tried to stick to the social rules but twice did one member drink from a cup previously used by another, to general outrage. Some smart thinking resulted in two rows of white-clad 'medical enforcers' taking up alternate sides and in synchrony to each other* performed ritualistic 'doctorish' arm-sweeps of examination in a contactless ideological civil war of some kind.
My main(?) protagonist, though, is in far more control and goes home to his apartment, and is 'visited' by an individual with some sort of thought-police authority to check that he isn't watching his TV (or the wrong things). Protagonist has fooled him, though. authority figure goes to turn on the TV (an ancient small-screen-in-art-deco-cabinet thing) only to be blasted by air from the air-conditioner (in an art-deco cabinet) that it actually was. Protagonist has been spending his time switchng the functions (often quite improbably, if not impossibly) between items in his home, although I know this mostly from off-camera exclamations (saves on the visual-imagination aspects to the dream) as I follow protagonist round his book-stacks/etc, listening to the antagonist getting more and more surprised and annoyed and inconvenienced by finding the fridge is really a fishtank, the innocuous-looking stack of magazines is very hot to the touch, etc, etc...
* meanwhile, my more lucid thoughts were treating this as a film set, wondering how much rehearsal tbe groups had had in order to move with such synchrony. I was looking out for individuals performing whilst looking 'off camera', perhaps, to the unseen choreographer, although that was nothingnto do with the tale being told, which was 'real'.
Post by: Catmeat on August 17, 2016, 06:53:34 am
I told him to never do that again (touch me)
I felt incredibly powerful but I never wanted him dead.
Post by: Tomasque on August 17, 2016, 11:39:54 pm
Post by: Tack on August 18, 2016, 03:43:49 am
Then I woke up.Lies. You hammered that 'GRVA' button and we all know it.
Post by: nomoetoe on August 21, 2016, 05:02:35 am
The scene shifts to a room inside a house and I'm looking and tiny pictures with a rather excited hawk, its rather interested in the pictures and it wants me to show it them. The dream ends shortly after.
Post by: Felissan on August 21, 2016, 06:43:46 am
And then, I had another dream I don't remember too much about, except that it was in a restaurant, and that it was mostly the usual stuff for me - it involved my family and some really illogical stuff that happened in a H2G2-esque manner, with everybody being perfectly OK with it.
So far, nothing too interesting. Except that in the second dream, I still thought I was dead, and I was convinced that I was a ghost, even though I was perfectly tangible, and everything still happened as if I was a normal living person. I guess I somehow managed to make my brain glitch on that one.
Post by: AzyWng on August 21, 2016, 09:39:42 am
I still thought I was dead, and I was convinced that I was a ghost, even though I was perfectly tangible, and everything still happened as if I was a normal living person.I think there's some kind of mental disorder where the person believes they're dead, even though they're not.
That sometimes winds up resulting in the person's initial assumptions being correct after they try to fly or do other things ghosts normally can do.
Post by: Tiruin on August 21, 2016, 11:57:48 pm
I have lucid dreams about everyday, or at least every other day, so the trouble is mostly detailing everything happening :I One major point here is that when lucid dreams happen--I always wake up before my alarm clock, no matter what time it is generally set (although a key point here is that it's usually between 6-8am, and sometimes I hear the alarm sound in the background of my dreams then I go "Ugh, why do I have to wake up now, I'm busy backflipping. :I" ...and the alarm sound is something out of Hello Kitty bells and chimes. Sometimes this leads to hilarity but I digress.)
In recent months however, they've began taking a surreal-real kind of tone. A tone always along the theme of thought.
Imagine a dormitory, one of those with long concrete halls and polished floors, added with a somewhat dilapidated feel (albeit open for tenants) and that's where I can at least track before I wake up. Add in the tone of bad lighting everywhere--the lights spaced 'just enough' that each hallway would be lit with patches of dimness in between, and the walls having doors very far apart. There are no potted plants or other decorations, just a very clear reflection with just enough opacity that you can distinguish the floor from the ceiling. I was walking (or gliding...flying? I usually fly or hover in my dreams because woo, lucid dream powers [alongside teleportation and short time travel :v]) through the halls until I spied a nearby stairwell heading downwards to the side--I was about a few floors up I guess.
Now imagine the scene as if there's a film tone covering the view, as if it was dipped a bit in algae. That was my vision as I went down the stairs. The next two floors below took on a feel as if...something like a train hallway(?) [Like that scene in Harry Potter where the Hogwarts Express passes by, or the one before that? I've never been to a train station in my life.] filled with benches and those old, stylish lanterns -- it was muchly a hallway, sans the train tracks, but with the random person sitting down on benches spaced evenly throughout until the next stairwell. I couldn't see their faces because most were hidden under the newspapers or fabulous hats British or European people wore back 20 or so years ago, and they were all under a lantern themselves. The walls were a plain white, and despite the light around me every floor I went downwards made the ceiling a lot more darker reflected by the floor, as if I every floor was more 'outside' than 'inside' in the tone and lighting. There was always a stairway down, and I never saw a glimpse of the people sitting on the benches. None of them moved.
Then came the last hallway before I woke up. The big difference was the lack of people and one other thing; there were benches, and the lanterns were now drifting suspended in the air, with the one other thing being that the middle was lined with...sinks, with square mirrors,
Spoiler: Something...like this, but with one-way mirrors above it (click to show/hide)
Cue Dementor feelings :v [/ReadTooMuchHarryPotter]
Cue years of self-doubt and otherwise challenging you in dreams, where your words are not purposely in mind, but also purposely of mind. Years of anxiety unspoken, and fears and trauma running through the language of thoughts--too fast to form into words and only glimpsed half in feelings. I should feel cold and other unhealthy feelings, but I felt pretty...normal. This also felt pretty normal since I'm used to not running from nightmares--but this didn't feel like a nightmare.
It asked me a question, while drifting an inch from my face that I could only see its shroud and wrappings. I felt as if questions were being asked, though there were no words at all: I was being questioned to the core of my being. I was questioned if I really did want to die. (context being: I'm depressed :O)
With the answer as if slipping through my lips, I said "No", and felt myself gently waking up at the same time I 'said' it--though it felt more like the word escaping my lips instead. I could say 'as if returned back to my body' but that'd be poetic, although that also feels like a good description.
...Oh, and in the split second before that, I could see in the background those 5 fellows all jumping to attack the spectre from behind. Pretty hard to tell when you've an entity blocking your face, and you only have peripheral vision of a sink mirror. I guess it ran out of AP anyway.
Post by: Eric Blank on August 22, 2016, 02:08:25 am
And I'm sorry to hear that you're depressed. Hope things can get better for you!
Post by: Tiruin on August 22, 2016, 03:20:32 am
That whole dream seems pretty disturbing, honestly. Like, the sort of dreams that startle me awake.It's something I've handled. Thank you for that!
And I'm sorry to hear that you're depressed. Hope things can get better for you!
But uh, I forgot to add in that perhaps the dark bits there may also relate to my 'RPG-styled health' since I remember snippets going along health bars :v (although I never had one). Anyway yeah! Thanks :D
Post by: NJW2000 on August 22, 2016, 04:05:12 am
Post by: Starver on August 22, 2016, 08:42:02 pm
An early bit involves trains, but skipping over that as the memories fade too much...
Now some sort of supersoldier units (seem normal, later exhibit superhuman or technomagical abilities) are under attack, in separate locations. Some communicate with each other (work out a big clue as to their location by tallying the identification of weaponry picked up as part of one of their operations) but one set are isolated by jamming and 'earthquake generators' placed on wall-beams. Until they realise this and strike back, whilst another unit hides in a wedding reception..?
I'm seeing this all, of course, 3rd petson tale mostly. But then suddenly I'm reading it in a magazine (New Scientist, possibly). A magazine that has moving images showing, both as maps and of great hints that the tale is actually Frankenstein: A Modern Prometheus, rewritten. (Complete with monster floating on a miniature iceberg.) And I'm reading this by the light of a TV whilst laying in bed, pretending to be asleep, in a flat that I've never owned whilst at university, together with an ex-colleague (who never went to that university, or any) who starts talking to me and I 'sleepily respond' to his tale until I can fake the bonds of morpheus no longer and 'awake' to talk to him about life.
We depart, but now from my parents' home, a totally different locale. I leave my bicycle in the road, perfectly balanced, and remark upon this infuriatingly dullishly, until we have to keep moving, turn around and up a clone street to my parents'. Oh look! A lobster! (It is a land-lobster, semi-transparent, muddy brown in colour as far as its opacity goes, due to living on street detritus.) And it doesn't like me paying attention to its near-camoflaged appearance, as it hisses and spits smoking-vapour from its tail.
Except that it is quite obviously now mechanical. There's a vicious chainring rotating at high revs, contributing to the smoke and (now) noise, and sense of danger. We think it is a device left by the person we are to visit, to discourage the uninvited. And it is their birthday (two balloons are ambiguously tied up to the shared gatepost betwixt their house and their neighbours.
But then I awake, never learning more about them.
Post by: IcyTea31 on August 23, 2016, 10:45:30 pm
I don't remember enough of the buildup to it to type it down, and I'm sparing a few details, but I ended up catching a serial killer red-handed with an about-to-die victim in his den. He congratulated me for finding him, pointed out a letter hidden under a television (apparently a confession and list of past victims), and then bloodily died of no apparent cause before I could react.
The weird part is, it didn't feel like a nightmare despite all the corpses and gore. I'm not sure if I'm desentisized or something, but death just fails to squick me.
Post by: AzyWng on August 25, 2016, 08:14:53 pm
That's all I remember.
Post by: Eric Blank on August 27, 2016, 11:25:11 am
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on August 27, 2016, 12:45:10 pm
RIGHT?!?
Post by: BorkBorkGoesTheCode on August 28, 2016, 07:17:39 am
Dreamt that I was a girl. I was also another person. I think that was me also. Girlme was... Dating boyme? That was so weird, I think my subconscious is just fucking with me....Did you mean that literally?
Post by: Edmus on August 28, 2016, 07:32:23 am
Lately I'm waking up panicked that I'm not stress dreaming effectively enough about the study I should apparently be stress dreaming about. :-\
Also something about a hammer head shark that was chained by its eye stalks to an anvil, or something?
Post by: GiglameshDespair on August 28, 2016, 07:47:39 am
Dreamt that I was a girl. I was also another person. I think that was me also. Girlme was... Dating boyme? That was so weird, I think my subconscious is just fucking with me. Trying to weird me out.I know they say you should love yourself, but that might be taking it a little far...
RIGHT?!?
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on August 28, 2016, 12:57:23 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on August 30, 2016, 07:19:06 am
Post by: Eric Blank on August 30, 2016, 11:30:17 am
Anyway, on my way in to town I found out there was a cat, looked like an ocelot not a domestic cat, hanging out in the backseat. I had to turn around in road construction to take the damn thing back home.
Post by: TempAcc on August 30, 2016, 11:57:50 am
Post by: Baffler on August 30, 2016, 12:06:28 pm
I dreamt I was a candidate for some presidential election, and the main prop of my campaign was the fact I was always accompanied by a huge artilery cannon, which I made liberal use of to shoot down planes, cars and at least one truck :U
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Levi on August 30, 2016, 01:07:11 pm
Post by: TempAcc on August 30, 2016, 01:32:14 pm
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Post by: Eric Blank on August 30, 2016, 02:55:13 pm
Aw yiss
(https://fi.somethingawful.com/images/smilies/emot-911.gif)
I'd totally vote for you over either of the big-name dumbasses we've got running this round.
The fact you're turkish (iirc) might get in the way of actually being a valid candidate, but hey, still the lesser evil.
Post by: TempAcc on August 30, 2016, 02:57:00 pm
The fact you're turkish (iirc)
WHY YES, arkadaş, I be Türkiye.
THERE IS NO ARMENIA CLAY, IT ALL TURK LAND
ERDOG ATATÜRK
Post by: nomoetoe on August 31, 2016, 08:00:01 am
I am now the person who made the roller coaster, everything is smaller and the roller coaster is now like a toy set I'm crying now and upset about the deconstruction of the roller coaster, the ocean at this point is now a container kind of like an aquarium, to the right the water is VERY dirty it's thick, brown, and has an enormous amount of junk and rotting food in it, I'm wondering why we can't get it clean. There is a monster in that gunk, its very obvious, I notice it but don't really react, a man comes by to deal with the monster, but he eats some of the food in the gunk pile and passes out falling in the water. Everything goes dark and now the man is mostly naked and is floating in an incredibly clean tank of water, I was surprised by the cleanliness of it. I begin pulling the man out and I am surprised about how light he is he is then stabbed by a long blade that came from behind me and I drop the man and I see a strange incredibly angry creature with 6 blood-shot eyes.
I ask it if I can do something first or something before it kills me, it stares at me intensely anger burning in its eyes as I slowly zoom in on it as intense music begins to grow louder and louder, his expression softens and he says "Okay!" I walk away for a moment before I decide I was far enough and begin running, the creature realizing what just happened gets angry again and begins to chase me, I see the door to the outside of the building and I know that there are people who can help me out outside. The creature quickly begins to close in on me and I get outside around the time it catches up to me, a group of people are outside and few of the grab some "weapons" I swear one of those weapons was a t-shirt launcher and the others were just weird. The weapons didn't seem to have much of an effect on the creature, nor did they get it's attention as it kept trying to get me. I woke up before anything else happened.
Post by: Insanegame27 on August 31, 2016, 08:16:05 am
Laying in bed here tryng to decide whether to WILD again. Pros, kickass dream, kickass hallucination. Cons, kickass hallucination.
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on August 31, 2016, 01:47:40 pm
it must be done
Post by: Eric Blank on September 01, 2016, 12:46:40 am
The fact you're turkish (iirc)Wat
WHY YES, arkadaş, I be Türkiye.
THERE IS NO ARMENIA CLAY, IT ALL TURK LAND
ERDOG ATATÜRKREMOVEINCLUDE KEBAB
See, this is why I'm not allowed to work from memory. Everything has to he written down
/me jumps off a ridge
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on September 04, 2016, 11:25:16 am
Post by: Felissan on September 10, 2016, 08:32:36 am
Post by: Starver on September 10, 2016, 09:04:06 am
when I really woke up, and acually started my day, I discovered that the daily task had been rescheduled because of the immutable Weekly one, but only shifted by an hour.
But that was an entirely different part of the dream which involved me being in (or, alternately, not being in) a coach that was being driven along a route the driver was not familiar with, turned left and ended up in a river instead of following the route I was trying tonget him to go down. It was at this pouint I (external me) arrived at the incident and started to help rescuing people (maybe) and luggage (definitely) that was floatng out of it. And that was just the sanest part.
Post by: WillowLuman on September 10, 2016, 02:05:50 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on September 10, 2016, 06:03:50 pm
Completely separate, and I can't recall if it was before or after the previous, but I dreamed of trying to fight off a robot that was approaching my island. The robot was about the size of a human, was quite slow, but had a laser or something and just wrecked whatever it wanted. I had toy tanks, planes, and seagulls and crows that laid eggs which exploded. Nothing that could actually stop the thing it seems.
Post by: hops on September 12, 2016, 07:00:42 am
I was also lucid for a while but I don't quite remember what I dreamed. I was too busy practicing dream stabilization. I think the only reason I gave in was because of the alarm clock. There were some moments where I could vividly see instead of being blinded like I tend to be when I get too lucid.
Man, I'm the worst natural lucid dreamer.
Post by: TempAcc on September 12, 2016, 07:31:58 am
Post by: hops on September 12, 2016, 09:33:29 am
(https://brandyken.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/tentacles.jpg)
Also FYI the two paragraphs were different dreams. I remember what my first dream was. I tend to remember about a couple of dreams when I wake up.
Post by: TempAcc on September 12, 2016, 09:39:44 am
Post by: Solifuge on September 12, 2016, 09:47:03 am
On topic, I dreamt with the exciting adventure of searching around a supermarket for a specific brand of dogfood. Despite frantically searching for it, I was unable to find it. Much to my chagrin, the supermarket was filled with old ladies, many of the grumpy kind.
Shopping adventures at the Grandmart?
Vaguely tangential to Cinder's post, I had a dream about friendship, cuddling, and some really good make-outs, while listening to weird experimental music on the Dream Internet.
Top notch stuff, brain. 10/10, would sleep again.
Post by: hops on September 12, 2016, 09:50:43 am
Post by: TempAcc on September 12, 2016, 09:52:41 am
Solifuge dreamt of making out with people.
What if solifuge IS part of overwatch and your dreams were actualy a collective dreamsecks experience :U!
Post by: Solifuge on September 12, 2016, 10:10:02 am
My Dream Actors aren't based on persons real or fictional; they're all my precious OCs. :Y
Post by: nomoetoe on September 12, 2016, 12:13:23 pm
Later I'm with a police officer and he's taking me somewhere, I stop time or something and move far ahead and do something I quickly go back to the officer and time starts, now the officer and a janitor start singing and dancing I think music is playing in the background as well, I join them in song and the song ends when we place two ropes on a tree as a memorial or something, the people who were watching cheer.
I'm now in a school sitting next to a girl who is trying to do something with a piece of paper that can be used as a camera, I have no idea how I knew this but I decided to help her as she was becoming very upset, it seemed we needed to fill in some words to get it working, we were working to fill in the words when a rather tall woman comes over and starts making fun of the girl I was helping, I was not having this and lifted her with telekinesis and made her float away, the woman was rather surprised by this and decided not to bother us anymore. I got bored of trying to get the paper to work so I simply used a power I had to get it work, I told her that all she had to do to get it to start working is put her finger on it with the intent of making it work.
A little later I saw the woman I telekineticly pushed away and decided to talk to her, after a short conversation I determined she needed a hug and I hugged her, she seemed to enjoy it but she eventually pushes me away and tells me she's not much for hugging. I find myself several dozen feet away from the location I was in before and I get annoyed with someone, this person is holding a box full of electronics, I decided I would destroy them because it would be funny to me, so I poke it and with my power it the electronics are broken and arcing with electricity. A woman with the person who was holding the box was not happy about this, she didn't know that I did it but for some reason she believed this happened because someone poured water in the box, she accuses a man near her with a water bottle in his bag of doing this.
I decide that I didn't want this man to be blamed for what I did so I revealed myself as the one who did it, I lift my hand and it grows splotches of green and red and electricity sparks around my hand, apparently my power is called "asper" The woman and a few others seemed to know what this was and was quite surprised. The woman has me walk with her and asks me why I would reveal myself, I tell her I was bored and it amused me to do so. She asks me something about me being able to handle myself or not or something and I tell her "I'm 150 years old I can handle myself." She is shocked by this information and asks me how this is possible, I told her people who can use asper are effectively immortal as we can manipulate many things including or own age. After this point nothing really important happens, just random people doing stuff and me eating a doughnut with red icing I found on the ground.
Post by: WillowLuman on September 12, 2016, 12:43:11 pm
On another note, I just realized I've never had a lewd dream in my entire life.
Post by: tonnot98 on September 12, 2016, 01:00:39 pm
After a whole night's worth of dreaming about me and my friends frantically searching for the best porn comic we've dreamt of, I woke up. I had a fucking dream within a dream about porn.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 12, 2016, 06:16:05 pm
Post by: Sirus on September 12, 2016, 07:00:12 pm
Maybe I was a mad scientist or a torturer in a past life. It's hardly the first dream involving cruel and unusual murder I've had.
Post by: Starver on September 13, 2016, 05:58:41 am
In the second, I was in an art competition and had to paint a scene from The Simpsons. Which I proceded to do on the front of a T-Shirt from the Treasury department (UK) given to me for doing so small jobs for them. And I eschewed an acrylic wash for 'faithful' pure animation colours, when I could get the right mixes... (IRL, I have limited and non-competant artistic ability.)
Post by: Eric Blank on September 13, 2016, 06:07:05 am
Post by: TempAcc on September 13, 2016, 07:23:34 am
Rad dream season.
Post by: Tawa on September 13, 2016, 03:19:08 pm
This was all incredibly horrifying in my head but became almost laughable when I remembered it an hour later.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 13, 2016, 04:41:06 pm
Post by: Tiruin on September 13, 2016, 07:32:33 pm
For obvious reasons.
I dreamt I was in a mall, working as a shop supervisor--the problem being that while it had a nice computer out front...turned away from the door (although somehow with the single-person-staff of the tiny-room, the desk was in the middle, with all the kitschy and tacky items surrounding the side, and to the left of the desk until the wall). The left wall was cement-like, bordering another store, while the rest were glass walls, as my shop was surrounded by other shops, all topped by a conventional ceiling with LED lamps. Hence why I had the idea of it being a mall.
...A mall devoid of people. So I then assumed it was night, because there was a nearby computer shop with only a handful of folks there with their headphones on, and strangely with parts of the hallway lacking lighting--usually those in front of closed stores.
So cue me somehow relaxing on the computer and being extremely aware of the things nearby. I had the 'memory' of being a 12 hour shift, from midnight to noon. :V So that also had me reasoning it out because I had classes from 11am to 3pm or 1pm to 3pm and considering my work schedule was every other day, it somehow made sense. In that time, I found myself playing a bit of Warhammer 40k themed games from a USB I put into the computer.
What also made sense was me examining my surroundings. The items 'for sale' had no evident price tag, nor were they arranged in those neat shelves that stores usually use, but piled up either in boxes or arrayed on makeshift shelves (like those made of plastic, for clothes), with their price being written on scotch tape by pentel pen/permanent marker. ((Culture tip: Usually we use the brand name as if it is the name of the item in the Philippines, in humor, and in seriousness :P ))
Then after having my mom as a customer (she didn't buy anything, but checked up on me and appraised several items), I encounter a looter armed with a knife strolling in casually then picking up stuff, mutter all of 'I need this, this is nice." while stuffing teddy bears into their coat (as they had a wool sweater and jeans...for some reason?), before running out of the shop and when I chased them, attacked me with a green-handled knife as they entered another shop and quickly glanced around. Cue dream-powers of being able to fight (and actually backflip! ...Even if that's not that useful), and me being totally ok. ...Not that there was anyone around anyway. :I
Cue a few more hours when I return to the shop, and then being assaulted by a tall, muscle-bound guy. If I'd draw a comparison, it's like those big, rawr-y folks from a game I played on the GBA (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_Dragon) (but actually more like real experiences with physically intimidation o_O). In which the same result occurred--being totally ok, and disabling the other person in an aikido-like form. Along with feeling short, because they were 6 feet+ and all.
That said, a few hours or what felt like hours, my boss (who seemed like a respectable guy, although middle-aged and a strong bodybuild-mix of fat and muscle) came in and looked around. Nothing bad, nothing wrong. Everything was back in its former places--the teddy bears were lopsided and leaning against each other, and any evidence of me probably playing any Warhammer 40k game on the computer while waiting is gone. I stood to the corner (because it was a small shop) in anticipation because somehow I got the feeling that it was my first time on the job, and then I thought of where was my training, and then I thought 'am I being paid to look over this place?! Where's the cashier?'
Then my boss began shaking his head, getting a bucket out of nowhere along with a cloth, and then wiping the glass windows because they were misty and that meant it was dirty (y'know, like as if it had that transparent oil, but no dirt marks whatsoever).
And then I felt deeply shamed as he was very, very disappointed, muttering references to me in his displeasure, like "that's a lot..." or just "girl...", that had the tone of disappointment. Mostly non-verbal though, and I couldn't do anything about it other than stand there and feel ashamed, watching him do the work, because there was only one bucket and such!
So I woke up all in a cold sweat because I have failed my assumed task of duty. :'(
And I still feel bothered about that. More about the last part actually. :-X
Because I failed to clean the windows even if they were fully see through.
I am ashamed. :-[
Edit: Still feeling it. The shame, not the first part.
Post by: TD1 on September 13, 2016, 11:49:43 pm
...so if you have sex with your sister in a different body, is it still incest? :v
I was just thinking that exact thing! Though this was because I was watching Guilty Crown, but meh.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 14, 2016, 12:54:42 am
Post by: TheBiggerFish on September 14, 2016, 12:38:45 pm
Post by: Baffler on September 14, 2016, 04:24:12 pm
...so if you have sex with your sister in a different body, is it still incest? :v
I was just thinking that exact thing! Though this was because I was watching Guilty Crown, but meh.
Depends on whether both people know about it or not. If yes, then it's just regular incest. If not, it's...
I dunno what you'd call it.
Dreamed during a nap that I was getting a tour of a massively scaled up (though still recognizable) version of one of my most successful DF fortresses, built into the sides and supporting pillars of a big artificial cavern with bridges carved out between it all. It was beautiful, with falling water, carefully cultivated gardens of cavern flora, masterful statues, and other things that are impossible in DF like gilded carvings and reliefs in the walls. The tour was guided by the mayor, dressed in midnight blue and emerald green silks, who spoke with a good deal of pride about the various things and greeted or introduced passing people as we went. I don't remember much beyond a few disjointed parts (one of which, sadly, was the firebreathing gorilla FB that eventually brought the fortress down laying waste to the place) but it was still a pretty good dream all in all.
Post by: TempAcc on September 15, 2016, 07:31:54 am
I had multiple dreams this last night. First it was a dream about being driven around in a patrol car by two spanish police officers, one named Quesada and other named Carmen (apparently his surname was carmen or something). They were pretty cool guys and we had some weird adventures and played pranks on criminals or something (I remember filling some guy's car tank with something and setting it on fire later for some reason) and doing some sick drifting in the patrol card. It was pretty fun but Quesada died after being shot, then it was pretty sad. RIP you glorious dream bastard ;~;7
After that I had some weird dreams about going to school naked for whatever reason, and then one dream in which I was completely blind while the best rendition of Ave Satana I've ever heard played in my head.
I've been listening to ave satana for 30 minutes now due to that.
Brain pls, its too early to satan.
Post by: WillowLuman on September 16, 2016, 11:52:18 am
I was in a big crowd of people in an area of a big city
It was a cul de sac, but with skyscrapers, so just imagine like a street in Downtown but it's a dead end walled in by high rises
Anyways, there was like a military contingent there
And we were expecting an alien invasion any minute, so they were drafting Spartans. Like, anyone in a certain size and age range who wasn't obese gets put in the armor, and then the armor does microsurgery to slightly enhance them
So I got drafted into impromptu these Spartans with a bunch of other people, and I was scared as shit
So we were all gearing up, waiting for the enemy to arrive. And freaking Stan Lee was there for some reason, and we were informed that he's a VIP to protect.
And digging through the weapon pile, looking for a sidearm, I could only find a water pistol (already had some actual weapons though)
And then I woke up
Post by: TempAcc on September 16, 2016, 11:59:45 am
Whole thing was pretty comical, actualy. Apparently I was one of the Khaleesi's advisors in that silly desert city of hers, and there were some powerful people questioning her about something, and she made these FULL HAM style speeches about how this one guy (who the powerful people disliked) was actualy pretty cool, all while doing weird poses. It was like watching some sort of poor man's performance art, except it was actualy funny as hell.
After that, one of the powerful people handed me this badly written letter, which said I was supposed to hand the city over to them, because they had agreed on such with the Khaleesi. I was like "dude, wtf, this isn't even signed", and he just picked it and signed it, then handed it back to me. I was like "dude pls fuck off or i'll eat your eyeballs". Apparently threatening to eat someone's eyeballs was a taboo in that city, so the populace started protesting. I told them to shut up and the khaleesi girl arrived, so I told everyone she's ok with it and so should they, and she literally said "lol" (just lol, not laughing, lol as a word). The dream ended shortly after.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 17, 2016, 08:47:54 am
Oh, i had also been playing kerbal space program, and had one kerbal who after using timewarp decided she didn't want to wear her suit anymore, and was walking around in her normal uniform and a helmet.
Post by: nenjin on September 17, 2016, 05:46:56 pm
I felt the need to scout around. And so I ran out the open back door of the house into the backyard on all fours. Despite my useless legs below the knee joint, I glided across the ground quickly, gracefully and quietly. It was then I knew I was a cat. It was quite enjoyable to trot across the yard.
I ran around the outside of the house so I could see the front yard, and saw nothing untoward. I glided back into the house and looked out the front window, and I saw a group of people approaching. I identified one as my aunt (who is German) by her distinctive long, black winter coat. She saw me and waved. And I realized that this house was nothing like her house in Germany. She's never even owned pets.
Then I woke up.
Post by: Starver on September 17, 2016, 07:44:46 pm
Dreamt I was in a house in Germany. I knew this because different things in the house were spelled in German,Not a dream, but earlier today I had to fill in a CAPTCHA with "the word in this picture" (the type that 'helps out' what is probably Google Streetview, by presenting house numbers, etc, getting us in The Matrix to come to consensus rather than relying on machine OCR), only to be given a sign saying "Danischburger Landstr.", but an umlaut over the first 'a'.
I refreshed the question, instead of even attempting to answer that one, to get the far more managable "121".
Still not a dream, unless I' m dreaming right now, but I'll never get another opportunity to tell anyone, so here ya go... ;)
Post by: TheDarkStar on September 17, 2016, 09:04:55 pm
Then I woke up.
That reminds me of a dream I had. Except instead of waking up, the walls melted when I realized it was a dream.
Post by: tonnot98 on September 19, 2016, 08:17:59 am
Then later, I dreamt that I was seeing off my cousin and his friend at the airport, and I asked him when they're gonna get shipped off to Japan. Then I asked how to relieve muscle soreness after a workout, to which my cousin's friend called me dumb, then I asked my cousin if I could borrow his Xbox while he's away. He said yes. Then I woke up.
They're both actually in marine bootcamp, and the Xbox thing was the one thing I forgot to ask him before he left.
Post by: Starver on September 19, 2016, 09:35:14 am
Then a minor disaster, as they lost control of a few of the larger pipes, certainly inconveniencing those working. Everyone (it seemed at the time) rushes there to help, but I don't. I shout up asking if they're Ok and get generally positive responses. And everyone is ignoring that pipes havebfallen, and more may yet fall, onto the concourse below. That is the problem I need to deal with. I find some warning cones and prevent people (obviously not the 'everyone' at the the time of the accident) from blithely walking through the danger-zone. Which I took great satisfaction in doing, as it was a small job nobody else even thought to do.
Although I did still have to remonstrate with some idiots who thought the cones meant nothing and pushed through them. Typical!
Post by: Iapetus on September 22, 2016, 02:23:38 pm
What was notable was that it was a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream.
In fact, at one point in the dream, I was talking to someone about how it was a "meta meta meta meta dream".
And then I "woke up" into another dream, at least once, possibly twice after that.
Post by: Tawa on September 22, 2016, 02:42:41 pm
Post by: TempAcc on September 22, 2016, 02:52:06 pm
Post by: Baffler on September 22, 2016, 05:05:22 pm
Things took a weird turn when we found a rabbit hutch with a good number of apparently healthy animals inside, including some kits. They'd burrowed out and came and went fairly freely, but the hutch was still intact and they used it for protection from predators and the elements. Meat and fur were both very valuable resources, and the rabbits could be safely kept inside the compound and allowed to graze as they had before. My boss was very happy to hear about this, and he sent us a heavy machinegun, more guys, and a bunch more ammunition to defend our prize. Other people heard about it somehow, and we found ourselves under near-daily attack by random gangs trying to steal our rabbits, while other more organized groups (including the one from the farms we planned to backstab) threatened to attack us if we didn't hand them over. I woke up before anything actually happened with that, but the idea of a war breaking out over two dozen half-wild rabbits is sort of WTF worthy.
Post by: My Name is Immaterial on September 29, 2016, 03:26:18 am
Post by: hops on September 29, 2016, 07:01:00 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 01, 2016, 04:49:50 pm
The valleys of life, in colours of greens and yellows set upon a rich copper foreground upon a golden sunlit expanse was rather fanciful, populated by such trees as could not be described in any ecosystem known to man. Large lakes were passed, unfortunately one could not see beneath the tranquil waters, so their mysteries remained their own. Other places were skimmed over that I now regret I cannot remember, having failed to impress on my conscious mind their rather featureless detail.
The most memorable scenery by far has to be towards the end, where the fanciful terrain gave way to a low lying marsh - a horrible bog built up by so much dead and decayed things, set upon a deep flat trench of disgusting effluence that could neither be said to be fully liquid nor solid. What dense vegetation was set upon this horrible land was a hardy species of plant that refused to die, and in an environment where all predators of a plant or animal nature were devoid, the whole diseased bog was dominated by innumerable flies. So horrifying was it, that by the minds of the couple, they grew niggling fears at the back of the mind of what should occur should they find themselves stranded or crash landed in the bog - as a pilot had before. The flies' dominance was unrealistic, monstrously so, to say they were as stormclouds of rain over the ocean would be to understate their omnipresent aerial dance, they were a black mist rolling everywhere throughout the bog. They made very little sound that could reach the couple flying above, nothing more than a slight buzz, of the kind you would hear if you dropped a marble onto a glass table and captured its last audible impacts with the surface. The sound was neither loud enough to grow disassociated and numb, nor quiet enough to ignore or convince yourself it did not exist. The broomstick flew too low at one point and both of the couple had to swat away some flies, the lady actually managed to catch one fly between her neck and the palm of her hand, writing under her grasp as it unexpectedly did not splatter dead - merely squishing like a ripe grape under the pressure. Upon releasing it from her palm it dropped far below, far behind them.
A slight panic set into the couple as they looked below and the rolling fogscape of carrion insects somehow took notice of the two, and for a moment their dance had ended, replaced with a hungry intelligence that seemed to guide the entire immediacy towards them in one body, with one tendrilous vanguard flying upwards in one large blanket of oppressive flies. Their intentions were no doubt to feed on the falling flesh of dead things that occasionally fell from above (sky cows and such), and they were not too concerned if you weren't dead yet, you did not want to linger on for you would gradually grow weaker, iller and insane from the sheer weight of insects, the inability to run from them in the bog. Best not too, to consider what crawled within the bog. The couple accelerated and rose higher in altitude to avert this disaster, and the man remarked to her that "we" have not destroyed it, because this ruinous waste is nonetheless vital for the ecosystems beyond, where there is a vibrant marsh further ahead and the effluent waters (filtered through so much rock and the processes of time and living things) end up perhaps even to the pristine plateau with its remarkable valleys of Edenic life.
The dream did not have a concise end, merely a steady realization that if I wished to escape these flies for sure, I need only open my eyes. At once I did, and I shudder to imagine the hell if I could not.
Post by: x2yzh9 on October 01, 2016, 06:10:34 pm
Sounds cryptic I know but I don't want to spoil the book for anyone who hasn't read it.
Post by: WillowLuman on October 02, 2016, 01:33:31 pm
Post by: Tiruin on October 03, 2016, 12:59:54 am
I had a dream about conversing with my grandpa's ghost at his house, reminiscing about his astronomy and the various gadgets he left lying around.Oooo, I love dreams like these. It's like even hearing things you never heard before being said in an eloquent way as if the person themselves are saying it (personally I believe it's like that because that's what made up what I knew of my elders--and I asked what my parents knew and there are very similar significant notes that say or give off the 'woah...what just...wow?') impression.
I would love to hear more stories on that bit, especially in detail :3 But the imagination is also just as brilliant.
Post by: WillowLuman on October 03, 2016, 12:06:25 pm
Last night I dreamed that there were dried out squid husks from literally a billion years ago that could revive themselves under certain circumstances. Like, if you put two of them together into a sink full of water. They weren't very big, maybe slightly longer than an outstretched hand. Looked a lot like corn husks when they were dried out. Perhaps the weirdest thing was that I found out about them by watching Angry Joe demonstrating this in a video.
Post by: TempAcc on October 03, 2016, 12:32:38 pm
Is this real life
Post by: Ultimuh on October 03, 2016, 12:49:04 pm
Is this real lifeIs this just fantasy?
Post by: Eric Blank on October 03, 2016, 02:23:03 pm
Anyway, this thing turned out to be some sort of horse/donkey/zebra. striped black and beige haunches and forelegs and a sandy-brown body.
It ran out of the bushes onto the road ahead of us just like I expected, and I got a couple photos of it on my phone. Then it transformed into an older woman and started talking to us, something very serious but i have no idea what now, and suddenly I was with my brother not my father and he wanted to start a fight with her or something.
It turns out the coyotes weren't a figment of my imagination though, they were actually pretty close to my house last night. Like right outside in the pasture.
Post by: Baffler on October 04, 2016, 01:50:28 am
Dreamed about me and my dad going out in the woods to check out this wild animal that kept running back and forth, from a road on the edge of a prairie and then deep into the brush, all the while screaming loudly. There were coyotes howling too.
Anyway, this thing turned out to be some sort of horse/donkey/zebra. striped black and beige haunches and forelegs and a sandy-brown body.
It ran out of the bushes onto the road ahead of us just like I expected, and I got a couple photos of it on my phone. Then it transformed into an older woman and started talking to us, something very serious but i have no idea what now, and suddenly I was with my brother not my father and he wanted to start a fight with her or something.
It turns out the coyotes weren't a figment of my imagination though, they were actually pretty close to my house last night. Like right outside in the pasture.
It's real. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okapi)
It makes high-pitched trills IRL as a contact call, as in 0:01 to 0:03 of this video, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHVZUDntHAo) but they tend to be pretty much silent otherwise.
Post by: Starver on October 04, 2016, 03:52:43 am
The final element, though, involved two individuals (not me, I was there to ensure fair play) competing in a strange event. From a slidiing start (laid down on two mats, just outside a tent with two flaps) they were to go into the dsignated area and retrieve as many silver items as they could. It started off as silver plates, but as obvious silver items depleted within the tent (erected around a petrol station with a dentristry practice?!?) the 'knowledge' that there's silver in water led to wet sponges being thrown back out by the competotors, in their confusing competitiveness.
For some reason, I throw a cake out, myself, which chances to land on a small horse (?) recently led into the spectator area(??) for reasons unknown. It bolts.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 05, 2016, 06:44:50 am
It's real. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okapi)
It makes high-pitched trills IRL as a contact call, as in 0:01 to 0:03 of this video, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RHVZUDntHAo) but they tend to be pretty much silent otherwise.
I actually know what an okapi is, and this was definitely a horse. My description is crap I guess. It looked more like a horse I'd seen previously, it was a hybrid of some sort. My google-fu is weak at 4am. :/
Anyway, I just got woken up from another dream because my dog had to go out. In the dream I was part of a party of adventurers, and we were having trouble getting something done because a fight with one enemy would result in one of these wolves/werewolves getting hurt as collateral damage. Which leads to a fight in which we are outnumbered and completely overpowered. Then I get knocked off a cliff behind us into the ocean far below, and am myself a wolf. I get the impression I am supposed to be a female wolf and supposed to raise my own rival clan to usurp these guys. Then I "wake up" and post about it in the dream thread on bay12, before going about in a dungeon again with more adventurers trying to find some objects without being eaten by more wolves or falling into water under the platforms and drowning. Later were climbing the stairs in a building on the surface. That's all I got.
Post by: Edmus on October 05, 2016, 07:37:38 am
Oh god the toenails.
Post by: itisnotlogical on October 05, 2016, 08:29:26 am
We fail. The tank's armor deflects the grenades, and we get swarmed by soldiers. In the confusion and fighting we somehow escape into the Nazi barracks, into an unoccupied room, and procure some Nazi uniforms. All of us are scared out of our minds because none of us speak German and there's no way out.
Then a beautiful blonde Nazi walks in and flirts with me, trying to get me drunk. Even though she's speaking English to me, I tell her that I'm from South Africa so I have a reason to speak English (note: I honestly can't recall if white South Africans generally speak fluent English). We converse for a while into the night, and eventually she leaves satisfied that I'm a loyal soldier of the Reich. I go to sleep, wondering what the hell I'm going to do about being stuck in Nazi Germany unable to speak a lick of German.
When I wake up in the dream, it's the present day and I'm in Wal-Mart. There's a massive tonal change as I hang out with some friends, a girl I know IRL asks me out, and I have to explain to her that I might be cheating on her with a Nazi from the past for the good of the country. I'm conflicted with the fact that I've actually fallen in love with my time-travel Nazi girlfriend while my present dream-girlfriend looks at bobby pins. Then I wake up.
Post by: hops on October 05, 2016, 10:01:51 am
There was more prior to what I recall, but as usual I couldn't remember except some vague bits about reading excerpts of writing in a manor. Then me and other people were observing a room in a manor which had turned into the void, or rather infintie space. Everything in it is utter darkness and you know if you went inside you'll fall through the infinite blackness forever.
At some point not long after that, I was Satan himself. Not the horned beast, mind you, more like Professor Woland (Satan in the novel Master and Margarita). Either way, chicanery was afoot, and I was going around scamming and tricking people, one I can remember being me taking over an empty manor, and as a police inspector came to visit (presumably because the previous owner met an unfortunate end) I disguised myself as the butler to receive him, and left him as he went to the Master's study so that I can disguise as the master of the house. All of the Satan sequence happened in a retro pixel game perspective, much like The Last Door games.
Some time later, I was in a temple, or I assume at this point it was already a temple in my dream. I was assaulted by the gorilla, I could feel the text being narrated by a certain friend of mine who occasionally write erotica, and I used the tranquilizer to escape but the tranq dart only served as aphrodisiac to the gorilla's weird biology. Guess what happened next. I was on the bottom. Also Wikipedia talked in my head about the virtues of a gorilla's reproductive organs.
When I left the satisfied gorilla to clean myself I wiped up with a towel and swaddled myself in it to find clean clothes. It is at this point I realize I'm in a buddhist temple. I went to the carpark and met my mom who doesn't seem to take note of me being in just my towel, and she presumably said something but I couldn't remember. I looked in the car for clothes but there were only sweets.
Post by: nomoetoe on October 05, 2016, 01:45:50 pm
The people I was with were just sitting there watching, I know they couldn't really do anything to help but they could of at least ran away! I felt relief as I believed it was over, then I hear it, some of the brain chunks have come back to life and are crawling towards me under the snow, I tell everyone the need to run now and they do so. I start flying for a short distance before my body fails me and I say "Oh, I've died." and I crash into the ground, I lie there content, I'm about to die but my brain would not become whatever that thing was. I suddenly notice that the brain chunks are slowly moving towards me, this frightens me and I nearly cry I don't want to die this way becoming some kind of brain monster.
I summon up all my willpower and get up, I go into my house and get my dog and run away from the house and the brain monster chunks. I walk down the road holding my dog and begin to sing to it, I don't know if I'm about to die or if I'll keep living at this point so I just keep walking. Dream ends.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 07, 2016, 06:50:08 pm
Loud Whispers:I'd love to offer some insight, so take it with a grain of salt; but have you ever read the book 'Lord of the flies'? In it, it details primal human nature and how the collapse of man can happen the instant they lose structure. Maybe your dream was some symbolism of your inner or outer consciousness, or things that affect you in your day to day life that you just don't really have time to think about it for. So, on that note, I won't spoil the ending of the lord of the flies, but a major key point in the book(that I read in high school) was that even if all of man were to fall, there would at least be one that would still retain their humanity, and they would be rewarded for it.Nah I never read Lord of the Flies before
Sounds cryptic I know but I don't want to spoil the book for anyone who hasn't read it.
I think it's symbolism of my hatred of flies and my love of great expanses of world
Post by: Yoink on October 07, 2016, 11:39:01 pm
For some reason I don't believe I've been having as many exciting dreams as I usually would lately, and I've barely been remembering anything of them.
First I remember, there was some weird, kinda awesome sci-fi/fantasy thing. Might have been a book/graphic novel I was reading or a film/TV series I was watching... had these really cool aesthetics, with colour schemes that kinda maybe reminded me of old Bitmap Brothers artworks, I guess.
At some point towards the end of that dream I (as in, me that was reading/watching, not whoever's viewpoint the thing may have mostly been from) made the mistake of glancing at the back cover, copping what seemed like a massive spoiler for my trouble. It described the heart-wrenching scene where a main character, possibly the main character, sacrificed his life to reawaken the old guardian robots of the strange land/planet he and his companions had somehow wound up on (crashlanded?) and I assumed that was going to be much later in the series, but then it happened at the end of the book/issue/episode I was currently reading/watching, so that was a relief.
Later on in another dream one of my oldest IRL friends (and former housemates) and I were robbing super valuable (or "hot") stuff from people's backyard's for some reason. Like, possibly illegal stuff super illegal-type dudes. There was this one yard we'd stolen stuff from earlier in the dream (plants? Buried treasure? I don't know) where things had gone smoothly, we crept past that one rather nervously until we reached another one just down the street from it.
For some reason some lunatic we knew of who owned this yard had guns and hand grenades lying around in it.
I think it may have been a trap, purely to attract people to try and steal his stuff so that he could kill them. Not sure.
Anyway, we headed into this guy's yard to steal the stuff. Can't remember how we got in but, sure enough, there were a couple of silenced pistols lying there, along with a bunch of innocuous, green hand grenades just sitting in the garden.
It had been daylight when we approached the place, but for some reason as we crouched in the garden discussing our plan it quickly became night.
Um, can't remember the rest very well now... basically, we were taking the stuff when I heard a sound and saw the light of a torch/flashlight coming towards us through the garden. So we ran, with the crazy owner of the place chasing us, leaping over fences and what-not. My friend ended up getting shot, and I somehow leapt over a fence, grabbed the wall of a house and hung there until our pursuer came around the corner, then frantically starting to fire one of the pistol's we'd stolen.
Riddled him with bullets and that's the last I can remember of that dream.
There was another dream later on, but I don't really remember it... at all, now. Dang.
It was probably the best one, too. :P
All these have since been kind of overshadowed by the frightening sleep paralysis-y 'is it really a dream'-type shit I experienced when I went back to bed later on. Oh well.
Post by: NJW2000 on October 08, 2016, 03:25:31 am
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on October 20, 2016, 02:32:16 pm
Then something else happened that I can't remember, but I was probably a girl, because I was actually confused to be a boy when I woke up. Interesting. That's the first time that's happened; I had been a girl in previous dreams, but I was never discombobulated when I returned to reality.
Post by: x2yzh9 on October 20, 2016, 03:46:40 pm
Then I remember going back to bed and falling asleep in the exact same position I fell asleep in. Then I woke up immediately after as it was some horrible nightmare. Weird.
Post by: Catmeat on October 20, 2016, 09:25:58 pm
So like, I had this weird dream and basically all I remember is turning into a wolf creature and being insanely pissed at a local cicis I used to go to, standing in front of it.
Then I remember going back to bed and falling asleep in the exact same position I fell asleep in. Then I woke up immediately after as it was some horrible nightmare. Weird.
I have very common dreams like that, like im some sort of quadped and can leap very far and fluidly.
I always feel powerful and hungry the next day
Post by: x2yzh9 on October 20, 2016, 09:33:09 pm
Yea, difference for me is they're kind of completely random here and not so common. I also don't really feel like my bodies lost sleep when it happens. Sometimes my dreams are 'vision'-like, other times they're more lucid.So like, I had this weird dream and basically all I remember is turning into a wolf creature and being insanely pissed at a local cicis I used to go to, standing in front of it.
Then I remember going back to bed and falling asleep in the exact same position I fell asleep in. Then I woke up immediately after as it was some horrible nightmare. Weird.
I have very common dreams like that, like im some sort of quadped and can leap very far and fluidly.
I always feel powerful and hungry the next day
Post by: Catmeat on October 20, 2016, 09:48:47 pm
I fear the flower though do have never tried it.
I really should though.
Post by: x2yzh9 on October 21, 2016, 08:23:27 am
I've heard if you have daytura flowers by your bedside you will have vivid lucid dreams.Well, I'm sure that applies to pretty much most incense candles and such;depending on the type of herb or aroma(I don't even use natural herbal candles, I use electric ones. As long as they give off the same scent it's okay, right?)
I fear the flower though do have never tried it.
I really should though.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 21, 2016, 11:51:13 am
Post by: Catmeat on October 21, 2016, 11:34:37 pm
You need to stop hitting the pipe man
Post by: x2yzh9 on October 22, 2016, 12:03:19 pm
Post by: inteuniso on October 22, 2016, 12:04:05 pm
I've heard if you have daytura flowers by your bedside you will have vivid lucid dreams.
I fear the flower though do have never tried it.
I really should though.
I would recommend reading Carlos Castaneda's (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_Castaneda) works first. He was rubbed down in a datura stramonium (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Datura_stramonium) paste and he described an unbearable burning sensation that he lasted through, I'm guessing through Don Juan's training.
His last book, The Art of Dreaming (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Art_of_Dreaming), would probably be far more beneficial to your lucid dreaming. First, one must learn to focus on a part of themselves in the dream, i.e. your hands. Next, you focus on specific items in the dream until they start to lose coherence, at which point you would then return to focus on your hands. Then, you would use this ability to focus on items to focus on another location and intend to be there, traveling ('teleporting' as it's referred to usually) instantaneously in the dream world. After mastering these "gates" you should be free to master the fourth gate, which is actually sharing the dream reality with others. This training took Carlos years, but he was slowed down by alcohol & tobacco, and I don't believe he ingested copious amounts of cannabis, although I may be wrong.
Post by: TheBiggerFish on October 22, 2016, 08:15:41 pm
Post by: Catmeat on October 22, 2016, 08:25:18 pm
I've heard if you have daytura flowers by your bedside you will have vivid lucid dreams.
I fear the flower though do have never tried it.
I really should though.
I would recommend reading Carlos Castaneda's (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_Castaneda) works first. He was rubbed down in a datura stramonium (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Datura_stramonium) paste and he described an unbearable burning sensation that he lasted through, I'm guessing through Don Juan's training.
His last book, The Art of Dreaming (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Art_of_Dreaming), would probably be far more beneficial to your lucid dreaming. First, one must learn to focus on a part of themselves in the dream, i.e. your hands. Next, you focus on specific items in the dream until they start to lose coherence, at which point you would then return to focus on your hands. Then, you would use this ability to focus on items to focus on another location and intend to be there, traveling ('teleporting' as it's referred to usually) instantaneously in the dream world. After mastering these "gates" you should be free to master the fourth gate, which is actually sharing the dream reality with others. This training took Carlos years, but he was slowed down by alcohol & tobacco, and I don't believe he ingested copious amounts of cannabis, although I may be wrong.
I find Cannabis to inhibit dreams, when I get clean I often gave more vivid dreams, although i could be very wrong because when im clean then have a smoke I have vivid dreams on that night only. Tend to be very weird too.
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Post by: Loud Whispers on October 23, 2016, 05:18:20 pm
The symbolism is particularly obvious in this dream, I just find it interesting that all the arguments were represented by versions of myself, and my brain was able to differentiate their appearances based off of whatever vague notions they represented.
Post by: x2yzh9 on October 23, 2016, 07:43:00 pm
Huh, that was odd. Second dream I can remember where there were multiple representations of myself in the same place. One of my versions was contemplating suicide, a leaner, more haggard version of myself (version#emo), whilst a more martial and healthy version contemplated killing version#emo (version/fit/). Version/fit/ argued to the other versions, that version#emo was a threat that had to be eliminated, which was very persuasive and so another version joined him in moving version#emo somewhere, presumably, to be killed. At this point a fourth version steps in, wearing very comfy clothes (version|comfy), and suggests that killing version#emo is unfair, as though they are demoralizing, they cannot be said to be themselves in their current state. Version>>>beard, who had an impossibly long beard, concurred that this was a wise judgement, and so the former two versions stopped their efforts of killing version#emo. There was another version that did nothing but watch, I don't know what they were, version|apathy?time travelling dream maybe? I've had plenty of those ones...also, getting lost in both time and space was one, of course there was someone else involved and I found them at the end
The symbolism is particularly obvious in this dream, I just find it interesting that all the arguments were represented by versions of myself, and my brain was able to differentiate their appearances based off of whatever vague notions they represented.
>que overlooking golden gate bridge that is literally golden, affordable housing centers with high quality of living, flying cars, and of course some type of deus-ex 'ish feel.
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on October 24, 2016, 12:28:38 am
I climbed the mountain that was suddenly across the street from the school with a pair of binoculars, and my companion eventually got bored and went back home for real. Buses were going in and out full of mysterious cargo, and I was watching carefully to unravel this mysterious project. The trouble was, I kept being distracted by some character who had apparently clambered up to the ledge to look at the view. He was wearing a ridiculous spandex cycling outfit and glasses, and had taken a seat in the middle of a patch of flowers, bright red and violet. Every time he moved, he'd disturb the flowers and cause them to fold up like sensitive plant, creating a tiny whine. The overall effect worked out like those viral videos of piles of squeaky toys. Every time I managed to draw a bead on a school bus, get a close look at what exactly was in the buses, read the numbers— a muffled scream would come from my left and I would almost fling the binoculars off the cliff. This continued, very frustratingly, until I woke up.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on October 24, 2016, 08:37:43 am
Also, I think my subconscious might have tried to foreshadow Halloween.
Post by: Baffler on October 24, 2016, 04:44:12 pm
Post by: miauw62 on October 24, 2016, 05:18:11 pm
i dont attach any special meaning to dreams, but they are very good at summarising how i feel.
Post by: MetalSlimeHunt on October 26, 2016, 04:58:14 am
Post by: Sergarr on October 26, 2016, 05:14:33 am
Huh, that was odd. Second dream I can remember where there were multiple representations of myself in the same place. One of my versions was contemplating suicide, a leaner, more haggard version of myself (version#emo), whilst a more martial and healthy version contemplated killing version#emo (version/fit/). Version/fit/ argued to the other versions, that version#emo was a threat that had to be eliminated, which was very persuasive and so another version joined him in moving version#emo somewhere, presumably, to be killed. At this point a fourth version steps in, wearing very comfy clothes (version|comfy), and suggests that killing version#emo is unfair, as though they are demoralizing, they cannot be said to be themselves in their current state. Version>>>beard, who had an impossibly long beard, concurred that this was a wise judgement, and so the former two versions stopped their efforts of killing version#emo. There was another version that did nothing but watch, I don't know what they were, version|apathy?It's interesting, but I don't think it's unusual - I've had something like that going for a looooong time, only it was during daydreaming and I was much more... cooperative to myself. Never felt like killing any version of myself, too.
The symbolism is particularly obvious in this dream, I just find it interesting that all the arguments were represented by versions of myself, and my brain was able to differentiate their appearances based off of whatever vague notions they represented.
Something with MMORPG-elements. The only thing I definitely remember was that I was playing some Warrior-class character and was trying to hit somebody running away with a Heroic Leap-lookalike skill.
Weeeeird, but somehow it felt pretty well.
Post by: Starver on October 26, 2016, 05:38:38 am
...imagine a restaurant, staffed by a sports team. Seafood speciality, apparently. I pre-ordered my courses in an earlier bit of the dream, the first course being octopus (something I'm sure I woukdn't do in real life, and I'm not really a seafood person), comments being made that this was a bold, if not unwise, choice but I decided I'd go with it anyway. It was realised as something more like a ribbon-pasta dish with cheese sauce, though.
Meanwhile, the sports team (baseball? Not entirely sure...) were responding to questions and reciting anecdotes, although when they shouted over to each other to confirm details none of them seemed to agree with the tale being told, or even know what was being talked about. The feeling was that this team weren't actually as teamlike as they ought to have been, almozt as if they were complete strangers, yet there were no real doubts that they were, either.
Before the next course, a train journey for... reasons. We're in... New Zealand? I make observations that a lot of the surroundings remind me of my home city in the UK, seemingly because emigrants from there helped inspire its development. I also have a map, but the railway has been modified since the map, and apart from occasionally spotting the old track-beds leading into tunnels it was somewhat difficult to keep pace with the changing landmarks.
The terminus (a complicated manoeuvre) swings us round and down a different leg of track to a new restaurant where I am encouraged to order my second course by my companions (the sports team), which I do although I'm worried that my original second course is waiting for me back at the original establishment, as these guys should know...
And the restbdrifts away.
* There were actually several distinct dreams, but I'm going with the longest and most self-consistent one.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 26, 2016, 05:16:35 pm
It's interesting, but I don't think it's unusual - I've had something like that going for a looooong time, only it was during daydreaming and I was much more... cooperative to myself. Never felt like killing any version of myself, too.The whole idea of versions of yourself talking to themselves is hilarious enough, so it's amusing when they're being cooperative with themselves - cos they're all you, and not just one you. When they're deciding about killing one another my sides reach orbit, only there'd be many many pairs of sides, which is so unusual for me - usually if I ever dream of myself, I am there as one character that embodies all of me, not lots of mes embodying only one facet of me in each case
Not sure what is 'normal' for a dream, haha, but this is very out of the normal for my dreams. My dreaming brain probably got the idea of multiple self-versions off of Evil Dead or something, now that I think about it
Post by: Catmeat on October 26, 2016, 06:32:41 pm
I went into a shop I was with my cousin, he and I were browsing, I saw some chocolate icecream bars.
After milling around for quite a while, I grabed an armfull, running towards the exit grabing some extra chocolate onthe way out. My cousin blocked the getaway car and I snapped the door off trying to get in.
Ah to slow, I had to pay damages and go to court..
So strange and I wanted chocolate after I woke up
Post by: itisnotlogical on October 27, 2016, 03:27:35 am
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Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on October 27, 2016, 09:36:34 pm
Post by: Edmus on October 28, 2016, 08:13:55 am
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Post by: TheBiggerFish on October 28, 2016, 09:34:29 am
Is it weird that a large part of my dreams (that I remember) are me going about my day as normal? Including going on the forum and posting :PNot really, no.
Post by: CABL on October 28, 2016, 10:08:58 am
I had very strange and confusing dream which I don't remember too well. It was about Dark Souls 3, morality, taste in music, a guy with a very nice fedora talking about T, and even little bits of dimensional travel. There was a boss called "The Spear Of Damnation", which was looking like a giant levitating demonic spear (used by those goddamn gargoyles in Dark Souls 1, Anor Londo). I and other 4 players (IIRC it was the year of 2018 and I played some DLC which name I don't remember) were trying to kill this boss like six times, but his AoE is basically one-shot kill with very swift animation, like Wrath of the Gods miracle on steroids. We were bitching and arguing with each other in TeamSpeak about who is the worst member of the team, but then some guy with a strange accent told us about the virtue of teamwork and friendship. After that, we managed to beat the boss without a scratch. Then we were talking about music in Dark Souls franchise (and TSOD theme too). One said that Sif has the best theme, other said that best theme was Sir Alonne from DkS2, while two other players said that O&S them is the best in the entire franchise. I said that final boss' theme (DkS3) was the best 'cause it was just perfect for the grand finale. We praised each other (and Sun too) coordination and teamwork, and then I logged out from Steam. Then I was watching freakin' TV, which is OOC for me in RL. There was that guy with fedora, he was talking how wrong and sinful is T, and why it's bad. I don't remember what was next, though. There was travel to parallel Earth in the parallel dimension, where Genghis Khan was immortal and conquered all of Eurasia, I was imprisoned by Mongols, prison escape, returning to the real world...
Post by: Cattani on October 28, 2016, 02:45:58 pm
For some reason my sonic screwdriver was like a happiness ray. The zombie I was targetting would always become super happy and start dancing a little and back off. That was cool, because I knew I was increasing my "diplomacy score" with that target zombie, and since I did that to most of the zombies in that group they were slowly becoming friendly towards me.
Then suddenly from the ocean emerged a giant Eldrazi (from magic: the gathering) which came to my friendly zombies and started eating them and absorbing their biomass. Imediately I knew he was too big to my screwdrive so I left him eating zombies and ran away.
That was the part when I needed to run away but my legs didn't move.
Then I hid somewhere and woke up, presumably when the terror of being eaten alive grew too great.
It was a lot less silly in my head.
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on October 28, 2016, 02:54:56 pm
Post by: Cattani on October 28, 2016, 02:58:04 pm
Was it the Spore happy ray?
Damn... That's actually exactly it, and I never played Spore. Am I a wizard?
Post by: x2yzh9 on October 28, 2016, 05:41:42 pm
But yes, you may in fact be a wizard.
Post by: Haspen on October 29, 2016, 02:41:58 am
1: The basic premise of the whole thing was about helping a young prince/hero/choosen one boy to get somewhere. I was some nondescript soldier. We were ambushed at a small castle where there were teleporting thieves and a magic user with a Berserk staff (causes your unit to temporarily attack both friend and foe, whoever's closer). However I managed to pull off a Quadruple attack, which involved also an archer, the choosen one and some thief? girl to gang up on a General and deal 60 damage to him total. I made a 'screenshot' of that and sent it to Culise who was apparently watching/playing the anime/game with me??
2. This episode was some sort of flashback that showed why the choosen one didn't have better protectors; apparently the bishop who called him 'choosen one' asked him to meet him at something-name Island and then teleported there, leaving the boy alone. By the end of episode we were nearing some desert(?) city where there lived Crystal Guardians who could be hired as, well, guards.
3. Turns out that Crystal Guardians were in cahoots with the enemies and we had to battle a group of leveled Heroes, Snipers and Warriors and Brawlers (high amount of health, magical resistance and mighty punches), before absconding up a long stairway to the exit of Crystal Guardians' keep (their keep was some sort of ziggurat with hollowed-out inside). Then at top of the gate, a bunch of skeletal enemies teleported into the gatehouse, and their leader, clad in black cape, armor and helmet said that 'The Evil One' wants us dead (of course), and then we battled them as well, cuz the 'black knight' was sitting on the mechanism controlling the gate.
Shortly into fight with the skeletons, I woke up.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 29, 2016, 06:01:04 am
Post by: hops on October 29, 2016, 07:47:44 am
Excerpts from my journal:
Quote from: Fri 21 Oct, 2016
My recall is vague and disjointed. This had been a thing for the past few days, but hopefully things will get better once I fix my sleep cycle.
I recall being in some sort of manor with walls of wood. There is a wall of concrete, which has a window on it leading to a room inside the manor. I try to open the window but the entire thing detached, leaving a square hole in the wall.
Going into the hole, I find myself in an underground slum, with the ceilings made out of metal and machinery, the walls made out of scrap, and the ground is made out of paved concrete. The hole had turned into a metal door. The place is a long, cramped hallway, with openings into various rooms. I go in a vacant room to rest. I hear the sound of flesh hitting ground and a person telling the people living here to eat the dead bodies. I hide.
I recall my dream transitioning, and Satan is hounding me while I ward off my bed. "Satan" in this case looks like Star Butterfly from Star Vs the Forces of Evil. At some point I am tricked to leaving my bed, and Satan says that my soul is hers. I am so annoyed by her underhanded tactics that I realize I am dreaming, but I am also too annoyed to make any use of that fact apart from telling Satan that I'm not playing her game, and waking myself up.
Quote from: Sat 22 Oct, 2016
I am with my dad's extended family. We go to a shopping mall. I find a place selling weapons and buy a telescopic baton.
Me and my mother are walking through an abanoned aquarium, that is in the process of being turned into a restaurant. My reflection speaks to me from one of the glass pane, asking for my help. I accept and me and my mom walk into the mirror. We travel through Parabola, the world in mirrors between all worlds, and exit into a world just like ours. I become lucid. The voice from the mirror says that we have arrived in his apartment, and he will physically be here soon. My mom look around the place a little bit and unconsciously used powers like a lucid dreamer. I tell her that she's a DC in my dream, and she should blend in until we need powers. We go back into the apartment and wait for the voice. I wake up.
Quote from: Mon 24 Oct, 2016
Me and another person were in a car. We were both preteens, and we were on our way to pull a heist or something of the sort. We were stopped by an elderly policeman because I was an underage driver. I saw myself having options on how to deal with the situation. I felt like I have been here before and picked the option to trick the policeman and escape. I also saw an option to beat him up with a blunt object. I decided to pick the latter out of curiosity. I hit him several times as he got more and more agitated and didn't see fazed by being hit, but he finally collapsed, although he didn't suffer any physical damage. I felt bad so we hauled him to the hospital.
The doctor thought we were just helpful kids. LIttle did she know that I caused this. She said that the man had suffered a stroke. So I suppose he didn't get hurt at all from being hit. Jeez, who's this guy, old Superman?
Quote from: Sat 29 Oct, 2016
I dreamed that I was playing a Harry Potter video game. I control a party of characters, though excluding Harry everyone else wasn't a canon character. We stumble into a Death Eater in an underground dungeon who was forging something and can apparently drink and heal himself with molten metal. Approaching him result in a cutscene where he grabbed Harry and stuffed him into some cramped opening in the wall behind him, and everyone was magically required to answer his riddles or Harry would die. After we answered his riddles, the spell was broken and he lost his bargaining chip. He joked about it being a good time fro a Death Eater to panic before trying to attack us, but as he himself had expected we killed him quickly.
We then walked around with a Dark Souls-like perspective in what appeared to be a mix between a castle, a fine dining restaurant, a temple, a tower, and a convention center. I have some difficulty describing it, yes. I think the best way to say it is that you just have to imagine the Floating Garden of Babylon, except that there were no plants, and the ceilings are extremely high. It was very beautiful but minimalistic, our sightseeing a bit marred by people screaming and running away from the Death Eater's blood on our shoes, so we sought a fountain to clean the blood off.
My dream transitioned to me in a Team Fortress 2 match, except that it looked like real life. I was presumably the Pyro and the framing narrative was that I was in a VR, hence why I don't feel liek I'm in an asbestos suit or wearing a gas mask or holding a flamethrower. I have infiltrated the back lines of the map, and there was nobody around. I was going to go back to the front line to ambush the enemies but there were news reporters being filmed. The map looked like Upward, but the bit after the second spawn was replaced with the gate from Hollywood in Overwatch. The reporters didn't seem alarmed on seeing me. I try to edge my way past them without getting in the shot because I thought that'd be rude.
Quote from: Today
I felt like these were separate dreams, but since I didn't wake up I'll record them in a single entry.
I was a monk, or something of sort. We were at war with another monastery. Me and another person infiltrated the rival monastery. There were nobody present, and we snooped around, and we found a cellar which had some broken things in there. As we looked around I doubled over in pain and thought that somebody teleported a tack into my stomach. Yikes.
I don't quite remember how that situation was resolved, or it might have just transitioned, but I found myself going to sleep in the temple.
My dream transitioned to me going on Mapcrunch and messing around on a random street in Germany. I find myself bodily transported there at night. It was cold, but I was undaunted and I explored.
I found a coffee shop and drank coffee with somebody I thought I knew. My parent's orange shorthair exotic cat was with me all along and was following me. He was as shy and skittish as he was in waking life, though, even if he kept within the general vicinity of me. He kept wandering around the coffee shop and I was worried he'd get lost, so I put him inside my backpack. He did not seem to mind this, although he did tense and hiss if I tried to pet him.
My dream transitioned to me playing a round of Duelyst, but instead of playing with my own deck and faction, I got backfilled for someone else. They were in a terrible position, my general was a young man in a lab coat, and my enemy's general was an armored woman (or she might just be Faie) and we both seemed pretty Vanar-themed. THe map is also pretty icy, and there was a blizzard filter. I had only one health left, but my enemy only got one minion that can reach me, and it can deal 2 damage, so I played a card that healed me for two damage. Then I replaced my useless spellcards for any minions to tip the balance. The next turn, some kind of event happened that gave us both 20 health on top. The game went on, I start summoning a bunch of minions and trying not to die. It must've been infuriating for my enemy."
Post by: hops on October 31, 2016, 03:24:43 am
Post by: NRDL on October 31, 2016, 03:58:36 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on October 31, 2016, 09:49:07 pm
Post by: Starver on November 01, 2016, 06:07:33 am
I'm following (not dream-literally, but only as far as observing/telling the story) a young woman, being a chancer, getting rides in cars by pretending to be people she isn't. It gets to the stage that she's pretending to be a rather posh older woman getting a lift from some upper-class guy in an upper-class vehicle (Bentley?), on a journey along mountain roads neither knows very well.
They stop and he fusses about with getting a meal sorted (car has foldaway tables, supplies in the back) and there's an apparent danger of the hitchhiking turning into 'a little bit more', so she drops her act (as if that would help??), at which point, so does he. Lower-class, a bit villainous, but shady stuff, not the feared how's-your-father, asks her to stick around in this tunnel(?) to help out.
Hazy-wavy mumble mumble, somehow we end up getting a younger trusting girl to stop staying with 'us' and go in a van. Might be innocent, suspicions (as a viewer, at least) that it isn't.
Cut/transition/storytell into a shop she's working in. With 'me', probably, this time. Probably a shoe shop. One customer comes up in the elevator but does not immediately emerge. It is the man. Once I know he's there (not just the young woman) he thanks me for the information I had passed, by the woman to him. The letter "h" in some morse code apparently having been matched to the "H" that is some man's initial. I complain (with no reason!) that "h"!="H", so it can't be the same...
And then I woke up. Many loose ends unresolved.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on November 01, 2016, 08:44:27 am
Wish I remembered my dreams better.
Post by: x2yzh9 on November 01, 2016, 11:48:13 am
Fast forward beyond the sex scenes in the dream(yea, I apparently had the first erotic semi-lucid dream for the first time last night) and I'm talking to this guy in his truck, with his girlfriend, and he's telling me all this stuff about what basically amounts to life and women and relationships and at the end of it I just feel lost, as I wake up. So, I don't know, it's kicking me in the arse here.
Post by: nenjin on November 01, 2016, 02:26:32 pm
I'm somewhere in the Middle East. I know this because of the people and the ancient, hand-cut stone and adobe buildings. The city is old, like, Babylon old. A modern city has been built on top of the ruins of the old but you can see echoes of it all around.
There's something sinister about the city and its people. Buildings are inhabited at the level of squatters where they're not just simply abandoned. People watched with hooded eyes from darkened doorways. All the signs of modernity where we're at are missing, like we turned a corner into an isolated district and left the normal world behind us. I know there's a modern city close by somewhere but it feels worlds away from where we are now.
Something leads me and a group of average people I'm with, whose faces I don't recognize but I feel are locals, to go deeper into basements and tunnels beneath the buildings, until we're under the city.
We find vast cyclopean sewers teeming with people. They're human, but inhuman in many ways. They're filthy, emaciated and rags cover features that are not quite right. There's a sharpness to the angles beneath their rags binding their faces, that turn in ways that are not normal. There's something inherently monstrous about all of them.
Hordes of people labor in the muck of the sluiceways and vast flow tunnels digging and excavating on their hands and knees. To what end I don't know. Groups of guards wearing cruel red lacquered-armor and carrying long spears patrol through the crowds like sentries at a labor camp. Priestesses, equally inhuman and cruel looking, watch over the whole operation. The longer we stay and observe these people, the worse it becomes. Tunnels of filthy waste water become rivers of blood, every inch of the darkened sewers is wetted with it. Atrocities happen unseen but are felt all around. Everything has a religious quality to it.
We know there's still the regular world above us, moving along oblivious to what's going on down here. Something terrible is coming, waiting to break the surface.
I'd classify it as a nightmare except it wasn't, I was more an observer and recorder to terrible things. We were in danger, clearly, but somehow getting at the truth was more important than our personal safety. At times the dream shifted and I was not experiencing it directly. Sometimes I was watching it as a movie and my family was vaguely involved in watching it. Other times, we and this scene were connected as though it was actually part of our world. For some reason I was obsessed with working on my old car, making improvements to prepare it for some doomsday event but being frustrated that something had broken and I'd need to fix it. Something to do with large batteries I needed to bolt to the undercarriage and run wires for. My brother was irate that he'd made all these improvements to his car, because my father kept pestering him to be ready, to the tune of $10,000 he didn't want to spend. I think this is toward when I started waking up because that's how it tends to go with my dreams. They're crisp and vivid but then start to get more confused the closer to wakefulness I get.
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on November 01, 2016, 05:55:06 pm
Post by: hops on November 02, 2016, 12:26:48 am
Post by: Emma on November 02, 2016, 04:41:46 am
Seems like something out of SCP.The use of "cyclopean" as an adjective reminds me more of Lovecraft. I think that nenjin might be having prophetic dreams, seems like Cthulhu is rising.
Post by: hops on November 02, 2016, 06:15:00 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 02, 2016, 07:39:37 am
This character suggests scavenging the old farm he knew of, which was a success, with all the old inhabitants sadly being slain. The leader then suggests the warband scale a dockland warehouse where the containers had been untouched as they were surrounded in undead, but the containers within were full of loot. This goes all according to plan. Some bants occurs, some hazing occurs, everything seems going accordingly as the warband scavenges container by container before making for the streets once more.
With night approaching the warband quietly enters a hotel. The lobby is trashed and a chandelier tilts sideways, the paint is chipping off the walls. It looks shit but is in remarkably good condition considering the houses around it have fallen apart. Whilst most of the warband scavenges the lower floors, the leader takes one of the stairs up to some dining area, the POV character follows with one additional man, covering all blind spots. They reach the top at which point the dream flashes back to a bright, vibrant hotel full of guests, and the reality - which is empty, and dimly lit.
That it is dimly lit is a matter of great confusion to the trio, as the tables are well-set with silverware and lit by candles, and there are a lot of tables. Clearly someone is in the hotel or was in the hotel recently, and they have a lot of resources.
Each of the tables has a crystal decanter full of sherry, some more akin to vinegar whilst the more full ones tasted sweet with a fruity aftertaste. The POV character asks for permission to begin distribution sherry throughout the warband, which he gets the affirmative because there's so much. Thing is, you don't keep sherry in a decanter because it ages too quickly in one, so this was further proof that someone was living in the hotel currently.
The warband make their way to the sherry decanters and seat themselves around all the tables, keeping their weapons by their side, when all of a sudden they are accosted by an old woman in a hotel uniform trying to get them to stop mucking about. She doesn't even have any weapons or anything, and her demands don't make any sense. The POV character decides to try and get some information from her by apologizing and returning his own bottle of sherry to her. She asks him if everyone of them was as polite as genghis khan to which he replied, though politeness may vary, all will kill whoever if they have to. Quite confused that this was not the case for her, the POV character asks her how on earth was she surviving?
She then goes on to detail her tragic backstory on how she was born a man, transitioned to an old woman, got recruited in the army, got her friend killed, ended up back at the old miserable hotel living off donations from abroad - at which point the POV character loses their shit. Looks excitedly between the leader and the hotel manager and shouts "she's got contact with the international world." The hotel manager seems quite surprised that this was a shock to them, and leads them into the culinary room where there's about 2 dozen people preparing dinner, and past them there's the phones and the single computer used to coordinate relief resources coming from the rest of the world. Dream ends
Post by: nenjin on November 02, 2016, 08:50:34 am
Cyclopean means coming from the time of the cyclops. It is pretty much the pagan equivalent of antediluvian.
It's a combination of antediluvian and "huge." Mythic in scale and proportion.
And yeah, it's a Cthulhu dream if I've ever had one. Strange thing is though, I haven't been consuming any media vaguely like that for a while. Maybe it's all the 40k novels I read.
Post by: Yoink on November 02, 2016, 02:08:35 pm
I remember walking out of someplace, either a large house or a public office of some kind, and passing this woman (who seemed to be based off a character from TV show Shameless mixed with a IRL family friend) making out with her much, much younger lesbian lover who she had recently married. I smirked about this, since the woman was somehow related to an IRL friend of mine and I made a mental note to ask him how his latest something in-law was doing.
Then the dream focused on another plotline, where something strange and secretive was going on at the business owned by that mashup woman (in the show it is a bar, in this I m not sure, it looked like some large, sprawling building like a school or hotel or w/e, I think it was where the remembered part of the dream started) and another character began to get suspicious (in a light-hearted way I think?) and try to catch her out.
She was meant to go out with a bunch of the other central characters but said she couldn't, claiming some vandal had shoved a burning (rubber) mattress into a room in her place and she had to spent a lot of time and effort to clean it ASAP.
The other character, who I believe was talking to her over the phone, smirked and responded with mock sympathy, not believing a word. He then decided to go there and try to see what was really going on and catch her out. She was, of course, making that up but his reconnaissance visit ended up having unintended consequences.
...Now, I can't actually remember what exactly happened there (not to mention what her secret was in the first place), but either the suspecting guy or another bystander character (or possibly both turned out to be a robot(s), and in the course of investigating hectic stuff happened and his programming was somehow scrambled or infected with a virus (I remember the building they were in turning into some weird nightmarish version with a red filter and lots of craziness going on), which controlled him and then got him infected with some other virus-thing and then sent him on some bizarre adventure, which culminated in him winding up in this weird old abandoned, almost post-apocalyptic looking stadium, wearing a mechanical/powered mascot suit depicting some kind of googly-eyed green frog and dancing madly like someone on the tail end of a drug-fueled rave. As he danced it fell apart due to being very old and unmaintained, until he was just wearing the suit's arms and legs and looking even stranger.
As I watched this scene I was quite entertained, since I was finally seeing the "frog mascot dancing in dilapidated stadium" scene, which (a stylised version of it?) was a central parts of the show's (apparently I was watching a TV show) intro sequence.
The scene dragged on for a bit, very minimalistic with the guy dancing away in an otherwise still and empty landscape, and I realised that there was a lot more to look at in the shot. In fact, his dancing made up something just like the size of one, lower-right corner of a large landscape painting, and there was so much more to see in this show (which now seemed to be a beautifully-crafted animation) if you looked around while this long scene was ongoing.
I dragged my eyes away from the continuing, jerky dance and noticed other life in the seemingly abandoned part of town where the old stadium was. (The scene was now like a, not sure how to describe this, but like a large, flat painting, almost like a cross-section of a very cluttered part of a city. Kind of like some concept art from a cyberpunk game or something, with different chunks of city separated by masses (? probably wrong word, sleepy) of buildings in some probably unrealistic and stylized view of the district. I think there is a word for this kind of painting/image, but I have no idea what it is right now, halp.) There was some colourful string of kites or some kind of flags lazily blowing in a breeze and drifting partially out from behind a building, above and to the left of the dancing robot. There were a few other minimalistic little details to pick out amongst the scene.
Then up even higher, further on the left, I spotted some quiet little train/tram stop (it changed from tram to train between scenes, I'm pretty sure) lying quiet amongst the monolithic, ponderous buildings towering around it like some sort of shady canyon. It occurred to me that I was now looking at a very built-up Asian city, which seemed to be some futuristic version of Tokyo- fitting with the cyberpunk theme that seemed to have popped into the dream.
A tram/train (I think it resembled a tram to begin with then became a train for the next scene) arrived and left, rather quickly, and the dream followed it, for reasons that doubtless made more sense at the time. Next shot showed two apparent strangers sitting right next to each other in an (as far as I could see) empty carriage.
That would seem rather strange IRL, and indeed one of the pair, the woman seemed somewhat perturbed by having a stranger seated right next to her, shoulder-to-shoulder, but nowhere near as creeped out as you'd expect of a person IRL.
Then, the man began to speak (in English despite the both of them and their surroundings appearing Asian, I guess my dream-self/subconscious couldn't be bothered reading/writing subtitles!), casually referring to the previous scenes of the dream as he said, "And that's why you don't go out on Saturdays," whilst wearing his wisest, most sage-looking expression.
It seemed this was just another part of the show I'd been watching (although it looked to be live-action again now), almost like the regular way it ended episodes: with some seemingly unrelated character remarking on the events of the episode. Whatever the case, the woman seemed to become kind of annoyed by his faux-deep wisdom and challenged it, whereupon he launched into some rather illogical explanation that reeked of off-the-cuff bullshit, something about how one was better off going out on a Thursday/Friday or Sunday, unless of course they worked on X days of the week, in which case they would... go out on Saturday after all.
Pretty sure the dream ended with the girl getting more irritated (probably due to having some daft stranger in her personal space on public transport as much as his nonsensical explanation, I guess it mounted up) and arguing with him as he just carried on gazing at the camera with his mysterious, perhaps slightly bored but-almost-certainly entirely affected expression of overflowing wisdom.
That dream was a trip. I HAD TO write it down, despite waking up from it at like, 4:30 AM. (It's 4:59 now)
There was a lot more to it, like details on who the hacked robot(s) was/were and how one of them dragged the other into it (the first of the pair may have been human) and what happened to them as they tried to investigate the female character's hotel/whatever and just what the overarching, ongoing plot that threatened them all was. I'm actually just remembering the existence of some overarching, ongoing threatening thing now, but none of the details... there was some ongoing threat, though, lurking in the shadows unknown by most of the characters... not sure what it was but I think the lady was trying to keep some way it had affected her secret. I think it might have involved people being replaced by robots/cyborgs, or existing robot people being replaced by malicious ones WHICH I KNOW IS PRETTY MUCH WHAT HAPPENED but I mean in a slow-paced, secret thing... in this case I believe the affects were just wild, largely accidental and temporary, like a bad trip for the probably-robot (maybe he was just affected by some organic computer thing, who knows) guy.
It was really quite enjoyable and I wish I remembered more. There was definitely more before the start of this post, too, unless my subconscious is just deceiving me into thinking there was by plonking me down into the dream with a "cold opening" and letting me think stuff's already been going on. :P
Anyway, I'll stop rambling now. I've been having quite a lot of mildly-interesting dreams lately, after a bit of a dreamland dry-spell, but this is the first one that's been bizarre and interesting enough that I've been forced to come to my laptop and record it whilst it was still as fresh as possible. Some very interesting themes going on in this one. Very surreal, yet it felt like I knew and loved the characters. Well, I guess at least one of them was from a favourite show of mine, so.
The scene with the robot-frog-mascot dancing in what turns out to be just one corner of a huge, strange matte painting-style scene was beautiful.
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on November 02, 2016, 02:28:49 pm
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Post by: hops on November 02, 2016, 02:30:14 pm
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Post by: Yoink on November 02, 2016, 03:29:12 pm
Earlier I felt like making some sort of companion/clarification post to that description of the dream later on, but now I feel I lack the motivation to do so. Maybe I'm just too tired and hungry and less excited, who knows.
Post by: Tiruin on November 02, 2016, 07:59:51 pm
It's with spiders.
Web-spinners, rather than awesome jumping spiders. Usually in colonies of the same type, and usually always of the vibrant-hues theme in their coloration. Multiple webs covering an area nearby me, along with multiple visible spiders (meaning around hand-size or such). Now, I've had a somewhat-phobia to spiders since childhood (conversely, the first time I viewed a spider web, it was with awe, then I felt a :-\ feeling back when I was 5. Then I was curious towards that feeling and ever since then, it was more like subconscious monitoring of this development. Aided by awesome dad who got me exposed to spiders (albeit jumping ones) and I love those types now because of their calculative nature)
That said, ALL those spiders never attacked me. They are just...there. And in a more dream-esque fashion (always lucid), in which they have a myriad nature that doesn't seem 'normal like you see IRL', like spindly legs but-this-spider-isn't a long-legs (mite). Or bulbous thorax but iridescently orange all over. Or subsequently hairy...but ticklish :I
I still NEVER want to touch them (mostly because I don't want to bother them) but I do notice the importance in dreams wherein you think it's real and it affects you more than that which you aren't connected to (which is partly why nightmares are really jarring--because of the background concept of realism which could really affect oneself).
Post by: x2yzh9 on November 02, 2016, 08:47:52 pm
[snip]This reminds me about a dream last night I had where I too was in a cyberpunk themed city, apparently some asian lady was offering me drugs but I felt like I refused the drugs, and then I woke up like 6-ish something my time, with a fish smelling burp afterwards...It definitely was a trip as well.
Post by: itisnotlogical on November 03, 2016, 06:21:37 pm
Not sure how I would have missed a boistrous red haired and (I imagine) tall Internet celebrity that I watch every day just walking around my school...
Post by: FallacyofUrist on November 04, 2016, 08:31:45 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 04, 2016, 08:40:08 pm
Someone was passing playdough through one of those spaghetti presses, producing long spaghetti-like stands of playdough. The colour was green on each strand, changing in hue until it became purple and green, whereupon the scale of the spaghetti press increased vastly in scale until I was being vomited forth by a giant cthulhu. I clung onto dear life to a slobbering chelicerae, but alas it was too slippery. Surrounded as I was by the flowing strands of so many spaghetti tentacles, clinging to some mucusoidal lip, mere moments away from being devoured or falling into orbit, I had total lack of comprehension as to what was occurring. My grip loosened and I began to fall, falling for five long seconds seeing that star-like head fade away with not even one red eye capable of taking notice. Vertigo set in and the world shook, there was no sound. I hit the ground, which once seemed a nonexistent speck amongst the galaxy, now only 30cm away. I get up and look down, seeing a tiny playdough press in the shape of cthulhu. I wake up, but I am looking at myself sleeping.
I then wake up for real, get a drink of water, and then type this onto bay12 so as to not forget it happened.
I swore I slept only for briefest minutes!
*EDIT
The second dream I remember from that same night, I was arguing with someone trying to collect my personal information under the pretense of sending me a free book. I believed it was a phishing scam and took issue
Post by: JimboM12 on November 04, 2016, 09:04:45 pm
In this dream I saw a giant white serpent rise out of the snow around the base of a mountain. It wasn't large enough to completely wrap itself around the mountain but it was large enough that if it lifted itself to full height it would reach about the midway point. It hissed and whipped its tail around and destroyed a bunch of innocent little cabins and knocked a small forest down. People were around screaming and the snake just hissed and hissed, threatening everyone around this mountain. The entire area was dimly lit, as the sun was blotted out by heavy cloud cover and the snow was coming down hard. Occasional thunder claps could be heard.
But then, I heard it. OHHHHHH YEAHHHHHH!
The Macho Man came down upon the top of the mountain, riding a shaft of light. He was escorted by a very ripped Jesus. They broke the clouds around the shaft of light apart as they descended, Pomp and Circumstance was booming from the skies and the sun began to send shafts of light down upon the ruined villages. But, the clouds still remained and partially obscured the top of the mountain.
The Serpent rose up to look at the top of the mountain. Jesus and the Macho Man high-fived and then the Macho Man performed a great leap up into the air. He disappeared into the clouds. Then the clouds around the mountain just completely blew out, and a speck could be seen travelling down the mountain. The Snake looked at it. It gradually grew into the form of the Macho Man as he had both his hands clasped tightly together in the unmistakable form of the diving double axe handle. Pomp and Circumstance could be heard growing louder. Then as Randy Savage closed the distance he let out a great YEAHHHH! and the double axe handle connected with the Giant Serpents head. The Snake's head just fucking exploded. I'm talking dissipated, like if you slapped your hand through a stream of water from a sink.
That's where the dream ended and I felt inspired to write that bit in the religious threads.
The lead up to that night was I was at a friends house playing Magic, I had a couple drinks and my friends brother was playing no mercy on his N64. Understandable, as that was the last great wrestling game. We all share a love of the classics, and he created a parody crossover of Randy Savage and my friend. No idea where the religious overtones came from.
For maximum effect, listen to this when I mention Pomp and Circumstance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMQg6GwnTHk
Post by: Eric Blank on November 05, 2016, 02:19:52 pm
At some point this evolved into a somewhat minecrafty voxel-based thing with pokemon and a huge storage warehouse separated into sections by a bunch of fences that extended up like five stories. Had to puzzle my way through that with help from family. Turns out the warehouse, once we were on the outside, was a gigantic statue of a deformed humanoid cow on its hands and knees. There was some dude on the outside to display for us all the various iterations this cow statue had gone through. Then we had to wish ourselves out of the world for some deal we didn't have a choice in.
So figuring out how to do that I wished myself out of the world to some weird dungeony place. I was alone. It looked like a huge vaulted sewer system divided up along its length by wooden barricades. There were undead and harpies filling the place, I had to avoid or kill them to progress while navigating the sewer. Eventually I met a woman with bat wings who was also trying to find a way out. With her help I could move forward a lot more quickly.
We eventually emerged into the outdoors. The sky was black and stormy, the land was grey and covered in ash. Somehow I knew we were in Morrowind, near the base of the volcano. There was a path forward into a dwemer site, but at the gates a wall formed in front of us and soldiers came out, firing over the walls. We were surrounded by undead and harpies, which took all the flak off us. The only way to end this assault was to destroy four crystals that surrounded the barricade. At the same time the last of the monsters was killed we destroyed the last crystal, dropping the barricade. The captain of the guard invited us inside.
Inside the city was like a vast shopping mall. The vaulted ceiling was ten or more stories above the floor, there were multiple levels with people crowding the walkways, the walls full of housing and shops. I very quickly lost track of my friend. After wandering through the city for a while some emergency occurred. There was a civil war or something, originating from the palace. I fought my way to the palace along with someone else, a dwemer automation I think, and once we arrived we found that my succubus friend had overtaken the throne and started this civil war. I knew somehow shed been brainwashed by some artifact in the throne room, and on the second level there was a system set up to handle cloning and immortality of people. Had to fight our way up the gravity lifts there, disable them all, capture her, and stuff her in this machine to restore her to her previous self. It worked, and that's about where my dog stepped on my bladder waking me up.
Post by: Folly on November 05, 2016, 02:41:38 pm
I heard the gates splinter, and thousands of armored feet pouring into the courtyard above. It was then that I noticed a small flaw in the oversized padlock sealing one of the chests. I picked up a large rock and smashed the lock, and snatched up the contents of the box. Alas, it was not a weapon...I could not tell what it was.
I heard screams of men and women being violently executed outside. I rushed to the second chest, eager to open it, but alas it had no lock; the front of it seemed to be welded shut. Then, I noticed another small flaw, this time in one of the hinges on the back of the chest. I used my rock to bash apart the hinge, and snatched up the contents of the second box. I could see now, the second treasure fit together with the first like pieces of a puzzle, however I still could not discern their purpose; I needed the final piece!
The invaders were on the walls now, and soon they would find the strange staircase and follow it to me. I scrambled over to the third chest and examined it. Alas, it had no lock and the hinges would not break. But this chest was smaller and lighter than the others, I was able to pick it up, and I found a flaw in the wood on the bottom of the chest, which I was able to smash open and pilfer the third and final piece.
The dark ones had found the staircase now, I could hear them coming for me. I ducked behind a pillar, scarcely large enough to hide me. I only needed a few seconds, just long enough to put the final piece in place and determine how to use the weapon...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
godsdamnit alarm clock...
Post by: itisnotlogical on November 06, 2016, 10:53:41 am
Of course, when I woke up there was a god damn fly buzzing at my window. I've slept for five hours max you piece of shit. God I hate flies, they don't even leave me alone while I'm sleeping.
Post by: Solifuge on November 06, 2016, 05:55:04 pm
Stop invading my dreams to sell your product. I still don't like it!
Post by: Ultimuh on November 07, 2016, 04:12:07 am
I dreamed a commercial for Google Allo, spotlighting it's Smart Reply feature.Futurama's vision of the future is here sooner than we expected.
Stop invading my dreams to sell your product. I still don't like it!
Post by: The Beast on November 08, 2016, 05:33:44 am
Most of it has faded and includes sex with many of them, the end sent me back to the room that only housed me.
I sat and walked back and forth before returning to the awakening reality.
I have not been having lucid dreams like I used to, they are all broken.
I used to fly
Post by: x2yzh9 on November 08, 2016, 01:01:49 pm
It's almost like I have these weird, interconnected dreams. I wish I could go through them more without blacking out..some of them are longer, others are not.
One the day before yesterday involved me at some weird hispanic-esque mariachi band, and it said 'press A to take guitar'. It was a fun filled festivity, but a part of me thinks I accidently stole his guitar and a fight broke out. Not sure.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 08, 2016, 02:22:45 pm
We had a bundle of weird mutant babies wrapped up in a blanket we were carrying with us. Had to very carefully hand them off when we had to climb down something. Then a ridiculously muscly, huge man came and kidnapped them at gun point and took them back to a school he was living in. We ambushed him the next time he went out and killed him. We also scared away a scrawny little friend of his. We decided to stay in the school. There was a pool nearby where they had been cultivating little fish and such, so I kept doing that.
Post by: Yoink on November 10, 2016, 03:55:54 am
I'm somewhat tempted to make an RTD based around random dreams selected from here. Anybody interested?Heh, really random? One moment you'd be simply running late for work or school, the next you'd be part of a bloodthirsty caravan of serial-killing orphan children.
Speaking of... yeah, that's a pretty good summary of my dream.
The part I more-or-less remember began with my brother recommending some films for us to watch with this acclaimed old(?) actor he wanted to introduce me to the works of. It happened that at least the first two on the list were terrifying/brilliant gruesome horror movies.
I can't really remember the plots or details of these movies, but the actor was this older guy who... looked kinda like Doctor Jacoby from Twin Peaks without the wacky dress sense, come to think of it. Maybe with more of a beard and less curly hair, both salt-and-pepper in colouration if I remember rightly. And perhaps a dash of Jeremy Irons thrown in.
Anyway, the plot of one or both of the main movies I remember involved him using some disguise (a doctor, or some other kind of generally trusted, wise sort of person) to position himself to kill a bunch of people. Can't remember any more of the details, but he was pretty dang good at what he did. Not sure if he wound up being caught/killed or what, which would probably be kind of relevant to the next part of the dream.
There was a sequel to the first (two?) movie(s) which followed several kids who had been orphaned by the killer as they struggled to come to terms with what had befallen them. They wound up becoming serial killers themselves eventually, travelling across the US in a series of stolen vehicles, wreaking havoc and murder as a group.
Pretty sure the rest of the dream followed them. The original killer might have been involved somehow, I'm not sure.
Last part I remember was them invading a house in some town, one of them killing some sort of maid by smashing a glass over their head and then following up with a knife, before they gathered the rest of the place's inhabitants and... apparently made small talk whilst robbing and preparing to kill them. ???
Seemed like their victims to-be were somehow forgiving of the whole situation because most of their assailants were cute kids. Or maybe they didn't realise they were about to be killed by the bloodthirsty little shits, who knows.
The above dream was actually from several nights ago, I just stopped writing it partway through the second-last paragraph and only now got around to finishing it because I need to close this tab. >.> Was a pretty exciting dream. Think I've had a few interesting dreams since, but I can't remember 'em now.
Post by: Solifuge on November 10, 2016, 04:29:33 am
I was riding on a public bus with some friends, driving slowly across a hot, hilly badlands. We were on the way to the beach. At one point, we drove through a grove of weird trees, covered in these beach-ball sized purple fruits, and translucent pale green leaves. My friends said the leaves were a local food; we were moving slowly, so I just leaned out of the bus window to pick one. The leaf was longer than my arm, and pretty thick, and I just bit into a mouthful. The consistency was like a chewy melon, and it was mild and sweet.
We passed out of the grove, and over some more lazy red hills. I looked out the window for a while, at the mostly empty desert, and the clouds and sky. Then I woke up.
It was a good experience. Thanks, subconscious.
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 10, 2016, 08:15:22 am
Played silent hill before sleeping, which may explain a few things
Post by: x2yzh9 on November 10, 2016, 03:21:46 pm
Post by: Starver on November 11, 2016, 08:37:49 am
Also some other loose bits of plot. Parents' house (not quite), a cathedral with internal spires, and a monk-priest ringing a 'quarter-to' bell atop the largest internal spire. But those may have been in other stretches of dream, as the narratives were nothing like as connected.
Post by: overseer05-15 on November 14, 2016, 10:35:54 am
Post by: hops on November 14, 2016, 12:04:13 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on November 14, 2016, 03:37:34 pm
I dreamt I was a woman testing a portal network for a city, and I accidentally walked off a platform. I realized I had a hang glider and safely glided down to an island in the sea below. There I narrowly missed landing in lava, which was flowing like fluids do in minecraft, and landed on the beach. Then a bunch of harpies and a gryphon swooped down and ate me.
Think I've been playing too much Dragon's Dogma.
Post by: hops on November 15, 2016, 02:41:23 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 16, 2016, 05:28:55 am
I got assigned a taskforce with two others, and we wore some sort of benign security uniform. We began investigating through this amazing, arcane city, where the buildings were flanked 4 storeys high, red brick buildings, grey buildings, my breath was taken away by an underground station flanked in copper railings and beige limestone adorned with ornate clocks and roman numerals, leading into apparent marketplaces.
With some speed we tracked down the cultists to the location of the apparent worm god larva, a flower shop sales lady by the riverside who we had known for many years. She claimed to have no knowledge of the worm and that we were crazy, but one of the clues we got was that sometimes a little leap of faith was required at the place of Dilly. The flowershop was the first obvious marker because it had a sign saying Dilly for sale (Daffodils), and we joked about wanting to buy the largest Dilly on display. Looking into the river, the river was licking the lip of the embankments, and if we dropped pennies or pebbles they fell right through the water. Holding onto the rail I placed one step forward into the river and to the surprise of all, my foot touched something solid and did not fall to the water. Recoiling in alarm, my team and I then began calling out to Dilly, and I struck gold by requesting that I just wished to be its friend. The flower shop owner chastised me as the worm god larva revealed itself to me, as she said Dilly was prone to believing liars, to which my team members urged me to continue lying whilst they set up the bomb. It was a giant maggot think, beige flesh coloured, with two beady brown eyes sitting atop a broad flappy mouth, one surrounded in prehensile folds covered in taste buds. Surprisingly enough the worm god began conversing in English, started calling me bro and even wished to shake my hand, I found the worm god to be incredibly casual and happy to have made a new friend. Eventually I am interrupted from this task by the team completing the bomb setup, at once I begin to flee, upon realizing my team were pointing to the countdown. The worm god surprisingly enough did not spare words to my betrayal, or even acknowledged if I had betrayed it at all, merely mentioning that it was surprised that they were willing to use a weapon that would wipe out most of the population just to take down a worm god.
The countdown on its way to a few minutes left, I make it back to 'the building.' I am just outside one of the doors when I see some deploying their bulkheads, I carefully negotiate my way so as to avoid getting sealed in some room away from the bunkers. I bump into one colleague along the way and ask him if he knows where the shelters are. He says yes, and in that nanosecond of understanding we both bolt towards the shelter. As we bolt we are joined by more and more, and the running race gets dirtier and dirtier. I am at the front three with the first guy I noticed alongside one of my team members, they grab me and pull me back to propel themselves forwards, I pull them back and push them away. They trip and stumble, then I pull them up again and keep running towards the shelter. This act costs me two places in the queue, but at last I make it with one of my team. We strap ourselves in, 15 of us in total, as we hear the building shutting down above. Suddenly we are met with an astounding sight, what must've been a column of a hundred children walking right past the shelter. In our heads we considered asking them where they were going, but there was a dilemma, if any one of them got on board someone would have to get off or everyone would die. For 20 seconds everyone deliberated what to do, when suddenly the bulkhead doors sealed. Through the glass portals we could see the kids still going by, and everyone sighed a sigh of relief, that they were one of the 15, and more significantly the moral dilemma facing everyone had been rendered moot. We hoped they were going to some alternate shelter, but had no idea whether that was true or not.
Someone to my front and right then pointed out something. She said everything was too small, that there wasn't even accommodation facilities. There was the holding facility we were in, that had chairs we had strapped ourselves into, and it had hygiene facilities and a very basic supplies room, not enough to survive more than some weeks. At she pointed that out, something immensely unexpected occurred. No shutters rolled over the blast doors, and through the glass we could see something even weirder, through the feel of the whole chamber we could feel the motion of direction - the whole shelter was in fact a transport vehicle of some kind, and it was accelerating to take us to a place unknown at an increasingly fast rate. We began to ponder what this meant, where we were going, why we were chosen, and whether we would die or not. That's sadly where my dream ends
Post by: Eric Blank on November 16, 2016, 07:49:48 am
That was the third or fourth dream tonight actually. Dog keeps waking me out to go out. Before that I recall driving on the highway and losing control of my vehicle. I literally fly off the road and into a farm field, narrowly missing a hill that would have caused me to roll. I come to a stop just short of hitting the farmers two little boys. Farmer dude says whatever, saw it was an accident.
Suddenly all the grass and mud I landed in is snow. Like eight feet of snow. I'm helping the kids find their way out of a hole into tunnels under the snow. Then everything is mud-brick clay and chert? I'm helping the farmer quarry the stone and dig a cellar. Also him and his kids are now Anakin Skywalker in the various stages of development portrayed in the movies. I'm using a lightsaber to cut stone.
Post by: Haspen on November 16, 2016, 12:21:38 pm
I managed to infilitrate 4 different apartment blocks (surrounded by shipyards and refineries) and peek at people doing things in them:
At least 2 different couples having sex
Angry elderly woman shouting at grandchildren
Bunch of asians experimenting on a child strapped to a table
Handsome blackhaired dude posing nude for webcam
A middle-aged woman chopping onions and laughing
Bunch of teenagers doing a porn movie with studio equipment
Drunken woman in a chair with toddler crying in her arms
Empty apartment with many different cats (including a purple one)
The last one was an old lady that began to stare at me; in that moment I noticed that I started to have difficulty passing through things and after she asked 'who are you' I knew that I'm busted so I ran outside.
To make sure she won't catch me I flew across the (baltic) sea and then helped some native Lithuanians fight against bloodthristy Teutonic Knights in a pitched battle on a grassfield.
Then I woke up.
Post by: tonnot98 on November 16, 2016, 01:20:34 pm
I was walking from my friend's house to a bus stop that was right outside of our school, and while crossing the street, my friend's sister almost got hit by a car. He called her stupid, and we laughed, and then kept crossing the street. Then at the bus stop, it's a flying saucer-type UFO that comes down. I try to get in it, but fail. No one else is trying to get in it, either. It starts taking off without me in it, and I yell after it to come back down, so it does. This repeats about 5 times. Then I finally climb in, and it leaves without picking anyone else up.
I'm then greeted by what looks like a tall, tan XCOM:EU sectoid, and then I realize that I'm a dumbass that got myself abducted by aliens.
It tells me that it's on earth to harvest resources. I think to myself, "Okay, that's pretty standard alien stuff" and then it says that it's extracting heroin from the earth. Apparently the earth is 95% heroin. It tells me that I must help it fight off exactly seven waves of human rescue fighters before his job is complete and I can go. Then he says some spooky thing like "Instant conformation is the first step to immediate subjugation."
Then my alarm wakes me up.
I'm still pretty spooked by that last quote but I'm mainly weirded out by the 95% heroin thing.
Post by: hops on November 17, 2016, 02:02:47 am
I was playing through text options as if I was on Fallen London. One card said something along the line of "Trials of _____ House", which I selected.
I am in first person again, and I was in a modern club, with a stereotypical rich godfather and all that good stuffs. Me and someone else were infiltrating the place to find blackmail material regarding the godfather, in case he was a pedophile or something like that.
We got into a room next to the godfather under the guise of needing their... services. We beat up the workers, knocked them out, and tied them as I tried to spy on the godfather. He had a harem of girls serving him. We stole a few jewelries from the room and then amdemto get away since we couldn't find anything to black ail him with, but somehow they caught us and the godfather walked out to meet us.
Somehow everything worked out. The mafia collapsed. They were linked to the government. The perspective moved to a misty morning in a military airport, with the president of United States (he was blonde, but he didn't look like Trump) using his VP (who looked like Hillary Clinton, but whom I am pretty sure wasn't) as a scapegoat. He walked away from her and the guards, popped champagne and lifted the foaming bottle up as mist enveloped him. The credits roll.
I had a false awakening (I don't know why I don't do reality checks in these when I have always did reality checks after waking up) where I was sleeping beside my father. I may have gotten up a bit and used my laptop to searhc up naughty stuffs while he was sleeping.
My dream returned to the president again, back where we left off. The VP was crying and protesting her arrest as the supposed mastermind behind the Mafia, while on the other side of the mist the president talked to some shadowy figures.
My dream transitioned to me playing 3D Metroid (I have never played Metroid) where the environment are in HD 3D but the enemies are pixelated. I fought my way up what looked like a warehouse, got up an elevator, and came to a plaza surrounding a courtyard. I discovered that I have unlimited jetpack and I flew up to the top level, and tried to fly to an enemy and cut it in half with a sword. I missed and flew out of the map, which was a building floating in the sky surrounded by the vast emptiness of the skybox. I curved around and flew back inside the level for another try, but I missed again, then I woke up. I would also note that the flight felt different from the other times I flew in my dream. It felt like actual flying, unlike the levitation I always did not counting the one time I had angel wings.
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 17, 2016, 03:55:25 am
Post by: TempAcc on November 17, 2016, 06:28:47 am
There was, however, this strange feeling of tension and worry in the air as the dream ended. I woke up worrying about my brother. I did some reality checks and nothing seems to have happened, but rarely does a dream have a lingering effect like this.
Post by: Baffler on November 17, 2016, 10:46:22 am
Post by: hops on November 20, 2016, 05:20:03 am
Post by: Sirus on November 23, 2016, 07:46:56 am
I dreamed that I was a mattress that became sentient after a mad scientist infused his evilness in me. I move around by having my soul pick up my body and carry me around. I walked towards some scientists and they found me funny. They discussed about the circumstances of my creation and wondered how a mattress can be evil.Was your name in the dream Zem, by any chance?
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 25, 2016, 05:47:42 am
I wake up and get dressed, I start my day with a good breakfast of meat rations and do some stretches before going to exercise. I look in a mirror, but before I can seem my reflection I am fighting for some dried meat rations. I don't understand how that happened but before I can make sense of it, I am hit in the face and forget what I was doing. The man who is hitting me skipped leg day to the extreme, he catches his leg in between some railings and his own body weight breaks it. The fight won, I take my dried meat rations and go to celebrate. I try to think of finding my friends, and in that moment I can only think of my friends down at the spa. Upon arriving, I take my seat in a folded chair but feel that something is wrong. I realize I am still bruised from the fight, and forgot to change into my nice clothes. The fizzy, bubbly, golden drink is poured out but all refrain from drinking it until the toast is called, that is only polite decorum. I try to cover the bruises on my neck by rearranging my shirt, but soon I realize no one is looking at me. The speaker arrives and delivers the start of his speech, but a woman interrupts him to propose a toast to individuality. She goes at length explaining the good we do as individuals is our own responsibility, we choose to do well or not, we have the free will to be individuals. We are all about to drink this toast when I noticed the speaker isn't joining our toast, I shout
'No.' People are looking at me, and the speaker is confused. 'A toast to unity,' I shout and everyone but the interrupter and the speaker chorus after me the toast to unity. Everyone but the interrupter and the speaker drink their golden drink, I pour the drink down my face without a single sip and it puddles by my feet in droplets.
I demand to know why the speaker didn't drink his toast to unity. Suddenly the crowd is angry, demanding him to stop being rude and drink his toast to unity. 40 men and women get out of their seats to help the speaker drink his golden toast. The whole room is upon the speaker and forces drink after drink down his mouth, his nose pinched, until armoured security guards with gasmasks on and retractable batons extended arrive. All exits are blocked and the fire exit is locked, to jump out the window would be to fall hundreds of storeys below, I surrender amicably in a dazed stupor as gas fills the room.
I am fighting the interrupter for meat rations. Despite being smaller and seemingly more malnourished, she manages to hit my stomach repeatedly and nearly gouges my left eye out. The fight breaks out of the ring and keeps going on from railing to railing, neither conceding the fight. No one is giving up, but the fight does not seem like it is about the meat rations, it seems to have some purposeful purposelessness to it. We are in a corner shop that is brightly lit and brightly cleaned, and we get blood everywhere, the shop owner grabs his mop and bucket in preparation of cleanup to ensure minimal disruption. All hopes of a completely clean shop are dashed when the crowd that watched the fights followed us into the shop. After so long, we stopped. We both communicated with one another, trying to remember why we fought.
'Meat ration?' Suggested one hopeful person in the crowd. But then we looked at the shelves of the shop stocked in abundance of meat rations at affordable prices and it hardly seemed worth the effort. We went on to sit down on stools arrayed around in a circle, joined by the shopkeeper, with some viewers leaving disappointed that the fight was inconclusive. The last thing I said was in response to the interrupter, how she wanted to make some 'administrative improvements,' to the immoral system. I suggested that the best way to see change you want is to live as the change you want. That is when the shopkeeper ushered us away with grappling hook guns to aid in our escape, as he informed us security was on its way. I asked if he would be ok as there were cameras everywhere that witnessed everything, the shopkeeper replied he changed his mind and joined us.
We escaped to some distant mountain town, though not so distant enough as to leave the city out of visible range on the horizon. The town we found ourselves in was a bastard hybrid of too many architectures, planners and time periods, there was no unity to the design in anything at all. Baroque spires lay beside redbrick towers and neoclassical monuments carved of steel and office plants, we decided upon a thatched roof manor set in timber as our best hope for refuge, as less technology integrated meant less surveillance found. The owner of the manor offers us refuge and is kind enough to offer us a fine 3 course meal with gold prosecco, boarding rooms and fine clothes. Altogether a wonderful host, we asked how we could repay her and she just replied by being kind to one another.
In the night I heard footsteps pacing through the hall and went to find my new friends, but instead was haunted by apparitions of devilish monsters whose lanky limbs outstretched on idle haunches to snatch me away. Naturally I used the grappling hook gun to break out of the window and flee, as I was not prepared to deal with such creatures. On my way out I encountered a hunter, who kept his rifle pointed away from me and at the ground, his finger away from the trigger. He was intrigued by my appearance and wondered where I was from, the more I explained the more worried he grew and advised me to go to his house at once, showing me the directions. I launched myself towards his house as he ran, and swung myself atop the highest point of his roof. At the high point of his roof was a gigantic rotten raven, horrifyingly it swirled around me with metal wings and seemed ready to cleave me in two. I dropped down onto the lower balcony of this house, which seemed to look like a temple, and found myself face to face with a gigantic mutant rabbit also seemingly ready to cleave me in two.
Fortunately the hunter arrived to calm his giant pet, and the hunter seemed irate that I did not simply walk to his house like normal people. He explained what had been going on in vague detail, talking about how there were people still trying to take control of him, thus he had to make Hunter's Fortress in the middle of this dodgy town full of monsters. He said that security didn't like venturing out here, but would probably be willing to to find their lost vagrants. I asked what that meant and he said I had to stay hunkered down in his Fort for a while whilst my new friends were brought back to the city, or leave now into the wilderness night and probably get eaten by a grue. I resolved to go and save my friends, leaving Hunter's Fortress with a sad farewell.
I make it halfway across the town when some bright flashlight hits my outline, floodlights and flashlights soon follow. I use my grappling hook to escape to the tallest point of a tower, a concrete needle whose top was only half a meter in diameter, and avoid looking down at the ants below. With the grappling hook holding me onto the needle I clasp my hands around either side for stability and surety of mind, thinking what my next possible step could be. As if not looking at the people assembled below would make them go away, I keep my eyes pressed to the cool stone. I hear a loud voice, as if it was next to my ear, telling me to calmly come down and return to the city. I resolve then not to sail down calmly, nor to remain pinned to the needle for the carrion birds to feed on. Thus all things considered, I released the grappling hook, and willed myself to let go of the needle.
I then woke up because my 7AM alarm clock went off. I hope to dream this dream's ending one day
Post by: Shadowlord on November 26, 2016, 04:06:31 pm
Post by: TD1 on November 26, 2016, 07:44:35 pm
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Edit1: ...or just an adult filter, maybe. On a hunch: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2770048/bio?ref_=nm_ov_bio_sm
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Post by: Shadowlord on November 26, 2016, 08:03:19 pm
Post by: Starver on November 26, 2016, 08:08:27 pm
No, safe search is probably blocking the results.Apparently not (see second edit). Not a user-choice one, anyhow. Might still be prudish .uk or .eu overarching thing.
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Post by: Tawa on November 28, 2016, 07:01:19 am
"Braaaaains!" "50% oooooff!" "Blaaaaaack Friiiidaaaaay!"
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 28, 2016, 07:06:10 am
Post by: x2yzh9 on November 28, 2016, 09:19:53 am
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on November 28, 2016, 11:52:31 am
I was hiking through verdant fields and rolling hills of immense natural beauty, however I spent my time picking up £1 coins when I wanted to explore the hills. I kept picking up the coins, but pennies would fall from my hands. Eventually I began storing the £1 coins in my pocket, suspicious to those around me trying to take my coins.YOUR PROBLEM
IS SMAUG
buuuuuuuuuurn
Post by: Tomasque on November 30, 2016, 03:04:53 am
Post by: Starver on November 30, 2016, 05:11:32 am
(But last night was a trailing epic of a dream. Epic because of the huge amount of things that happened, trailing because by the end me and my grouping were sat on tricycles waiting on the racecourse for the horses and bicycle racers (and sheep?) to come round the corner (which at some point was through a door, apparently) on the second of two-and-a-half laps. Mostly I was trying not to make inappropriate ethnic impressions. But, after somehow setting up this variety of expectations, nothing much actually happened... And then eventually I woke up.)
Post by: Baffler on November 30, 2016, 01:43:58 pm
Post by: Rose on December 01, 2016, 09:23:46 pm
Cue him falling for it hook, line, and sinker, and also falling for 'me'
... Yeeeeah...
Post by: nenjin on December 02, 2016, 12:22:56 am
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Post by: hops on December 02, 2016, 05:38:03 am
Post by: Spehss _ on December 02, 2016, 10:44:03 am
Post by: Eric Blank on December 02, 2016, 11:48:25 am
Post by: Person on December 05, 2016, 12:31:46 am
So, my mom and I were basically at some weird isolated outdoor concert. Nice place, sort of an open field. The band seemed to be a combination of country and rock. I don't generally listen to that sort of thing, but people were having a good time. I remember a couple people in the audience(small one, maybe 20-30 people) near me had guitars, acoustic ones, and were playing along. Weird, but all right. Sort of seemed like hipster bullshit.
But as things generally go with my dreams, that couldn't last. Suddenly out of fucking nowhere I hear this eagle-ish noise, and one of the audience members gets grabbed into the air and flown off by a Skarmory. They were not pleased by this, needless to say. If you're wondering then no, there was no indication that the dream was apparently happening in the pokemon world before this moment. Now, I like Skarmory and all. It might actually be one of my favorites, which I guess makes sense. After all, if a Pokemon is going to show up in my dream, It'd logically be one I at least somewhat like. So anyway, this was sort of not okay. A couple other people get grabbed by other hueg metal birbs, screaming as they go, and we start running for our cars. Remember that open field I told you about? Yeah the cars are all on the other side. This is stupid. But before we start running, dream me has an extremely vivid thought. I HAVE A GUN IN MY BACK POCKET. Like, dream me was absolutely sure about this.
So we're running through the field, zigzagging to dodge the birds (a few of them got extremely close to me) while I rummage through my back pockets, probably looking like a total moron. 20-30 seconds or so later, dream me holds his newfound weapon in his hands. He takes aim, and *click*. What I'm holding in my hands is a perfectly functional mechanical pencil. Yeah. I do carry pencils around like that one, but that's not very nice of you brain. Anyway, we keep running, and eventually we make it to a covered area nearby to our cars. So we rest for a bit to catch our breath. Maybe 9-10 people got taken. And after that morbid thought, I woke up.
Oh and by the way this dream is especially weird because I haven't played Sun and Moon at all. Haven't even really watched videos of it. So yeah, probably unrelated.
Post by: TheDarkStar on December 05, 2016, 09:45:52 am
So there were people walking around with... odd body part replacements. They'd have an arm or a hand or a leg replaced by something else that did the same thing but appeared to made of assorted scrap. And then I went with a friend to see the place where people got these changes (he was carrying some parts for is own changes, apparently wood for longer arms/legs). It was in a somewhat rundown store in an outdoor shopping mall of some kind. Inside, there was a very long line where people had various parts in hand. Some already had gone through some changes. I didn't get in line because something about it terrified me, but I did try to see exactly how people got these changes. At the end of the line, rather than an operating table, there was just one guy who took the parts that people gave him, did something that I couldn't see, and then the person who gave him the parts walked away with their bodily changes.
...I'd write an SCP based on this except it's too similar to things that have been done before.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 05, 2016, 07:05:15 pm
Burninating the verdant countryside, WITH THEIR THATCHED ROOF COTTAGESI was hiking through verdant fields and rolling hills of immense natural beauty, however I spent my time picking up £1 coins when I wanted to explore the hills. I kept picking up the coins, but pennies would fall from my hands. Eventually I began storing the £1 coins in my pocket, suspicious to those around me trying to take my coins.YOUR PROBLEM
IS SMAUG
buuuuuuuuuurn
Post by: Spehss _ on December 06, 2016, 09:28:55 am
Post by: Imic on December 06, 2016, 11:45:17 am
Post by: Levi on December 09, 2016, 10:47:52 am
It was the raddest old lady name I've heard.
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on December 10, 2016, 01:10:34 pm
I had a dream I was helping a cheerful but senile old lady to her home. When I got there I asked her her name, and she said in an old lady voice "My name is Razorblade Poison Ivy".That's fricking awesome.
It was the raddest old lady name I've heard.
Ace in your sleeve razorblade hand blood
Post by: FallacyofUrist on December 10, 2016, 01:31:58 pm
In which I was a super villain... busy stealing curtains.
After I eventually managed that, I ran off... then "Solar Girl" or whatever her name was shot through the sky and impacted the ground far in the distance. There was this dream sense of "I'm doomed", the feeling you get in a dream when something will go against you no matter what you have to say about it.
Solar Girl promptly superspeeds next to me. And I see she's wearing a skimpy outfit. Which I hate. This gives me the strength to break the doom, and hit her, sending her into a tangle of limbs. Naturally, she survives that. At which point, I gain some awareness that I'm dreaming. When that happens, I typically gain control over my dream. This time was no exception. It started with flight. Solar Girl and I promptly shot towards a city, flying. There was a bit of fighting going on there. We passed by a few billboards. Then I awoke.
Very annoying, waking up.
~~~
Here's another one.
I was in an underground residence, my own. It was far too large, to the point where I couldn't find my room. And as for what I could find... I wasn't really sure why there was a summer camp down there. At which point I realize I'm dreaming, escape, and start testing out my powers.
Flight comes easy. Then I try disintegration. It doesn't work, but changing the colors of things does. I promptly turn a giant structure of some kind red.
Then I wake up, just after trying to turn a person red.
~~~
There was also a one with a weird zombie apocalypse type story with purple and yellow zombies vulnerable to steam, but I don't remember much of that.
~~~
To this date, one of the greatest annoyances I have with my dreams is my weakened senses. It's like... looking at the sun, in a way. My vision is weakened, I only hear speech, and my other senses are nonexistent. Being able to go into third person is nice, but not really adequate compensation.
Post by: Eric Blank on December 10, 2016, 02:00:48 pm
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Post by: IcyTea31 on December 14, 2016, 12:20:01 am
Despite the horror elements, this didn't feel like a nightmare. I guess I'm really just not afraid of corpses, mutilation or mutilated corpses. I was actually more upset about not being explained what the '11' meant. Yes, I'd apparently rather have my toes sawed off than be denied information.
Post by: Tuxfanturnip on December 14, 2016, 01:32:52 am
I subconsciously invented a party game played by a cult my friend had joined,
Met an old friend in Jerusalem and got my earbuds stolen in a protest, made my own way home and met the new generation of robot builders at my old high school,
Got a job in a store on a cruise ship and could never turn down breakfast I didn't like because I knew the cook personally,
Went back to school, started taking a class with a trans teacher and out-danced some hipster know-it-all,
Met up with my ex in a cramped apartment from another dream years ago, watched my mom crash a RC plane vaguely reminiscent of Taapon, and learned all about the fiercely competitive local beach crab tourism.
It's been a very boring month otherwise.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 16, 2016, 04:42:35 am
I was in my kitchen, a small child, hiding behind a large bag of rice in an alcove warmed by a radiator, I was damp with rain and shivering. When I emerged I saw a large figure, entirely black - unnaturally so, like the black of a starless sky, except for two white orbs for eyes. I retreated until I heard two call me forwards, two familiar voices. Both children too, one was a friend, a boy, the other was my sister, who for some reason was younger than me. We sat and awaited the return of adults with the kitchen door closed, nervously, sitting down.
A horrible grating noise, the sound of a throat clearing and gargling turned my head to my left, and I immediately looked away. Looming over my friend was a girl who stretched a meter above his neck from behind and around to look into his face. I dared not look at it and I told my sister not to look at it either. This apparition told my friend something, he panicked, through a reflection in the black glass of a microwave I saw her take his life before turning to me. As she loomed over me from behind I saw a closer look of her face, an albino of wrong proportions with jet black hair - but naturally black hair, if such a thing could be said about a hungry ghost. This spirit requested me to stay calm, open my mouth as wide as possible and take five breaths. I did so, my mouth quivering. Its face screwed up annoyed, it told me I wasn't trying hard enough. I opened my mouth even wider, as wide as I could, whilst with one finger it pressed my lower jaw open wider with one finger on my lower back molars. I took five deep breaths, and woke up on a hospital stretcher.
Around me were two adults I saw in my dream as my parents, but in waking I did not recognize as such (though the same could be said for my dream-friends or dream-sister). The only figures I could recognise from conscious memory, were the apparitions. At any rate the people around my bed were pleased I was awake as they told me I had stopped breathing, I asked where my friend was and they told me he was gone. I was discharged from the hospital and brought to a daycare centre instead of home, there I was checked in and allowed to play on this massive but small climbing frame. I was being closely watched by teachers, so while one of them was distracted with a crying child, I snuck away.
I found what could be described as a giant slinky, large enough for a child to climb through, obscured by a tunnel. One of the teachers saw me climb through it, but grew alarmed as I never exited it. When I entered it I found that I slid down for impossibly long time and space, it shouldn't have even been possible to slide down in a horizontal pipe. Segments of colour flashed by in regular intervals and had I been at my wits perhaps I would have counted them to determine my speed and distance. But I was not, as this was incredibly fun. At last I hit the ground which was pleasant and green, though I grazed my shins no blood was drawn. I lay in the soft grass before taking a bearing of my surroundings. There were daisies and daffodils, dandelions and ivy, all spread out over a semi-wild field that looked well-maintained by someone. I could not see a sky, if there was it seemed to be a twilit purple haze covering all in a blanket. I wandered about alone musing about how I half-expected to find a rabbit in this wonderland, when I saw a tall figure looming 10 paces away from me, a tall figure entirely in black with two burning white orbs for eyes.
I awoke rather startled with no less than three teachers clutching me, asking where I had gone and how had I gotten out of the building. One of them was muttering about how they needed to up the security. I returned down the slide again, twice, each time the scenery was beautiful (if different each time) and each time the teachers were panicked that I had momentarily disappeared, setting about to eliminate as many of their blind spots as possible to figure out where I had gone, not believing me when I described the flat hills of green. They sent me on my way exasperated while I started talking with a girl about silly kids stuff, before drifting off to sleep. In the morning we awoke and began to question why our parents weren't picking us up, but our questions were brushed aside easily. Whilst we were being given registers to find and make sure all were present, something struck my eye. There was that weird slinky-slide, and it was embedded in a wall. I went up to it and jumped in, the girl I mentioned earlier (I'll call her Aliyah, as that seemed to be who she was based off) jumps in after me.
We hit the ground not too far apart and as before, the whole place is breathtaking. There were some things new though, like the presence of thistles and one patch of poison ivy I noticed before Aliyah nearly jumped through it. We found a picnic lying on the top of a hill and ran towards it, eating some of the jam sandwiches before running away lest the owner find out we ate some of their stuff. We played catch with a tennis ball before noticing that the twilit sky was growing darker, turning from purple to black, and decided to go back.
Throughout the day, especially at lunchtime, I could not help but think of what was that place. I wondered even if it was real. I listened to the teachers talking to one another to some smart looking official about how the centre was for "over-imaginative" children and my suspicion was peaked at why such a phrase was used euphemistically. Either the place was real, or I had gone insane. The official noticed that I had seen him and turned his gaze to me, I retreated away to a play-area whilst the teachers explained who I was to him. Having retreated, I didn't hear the full explanation upon my own identity.
The play-area was curiously derelict of all people, as the children and adults were all having lunch. With the artificial lights off the play-area was bathed in a grey light from what was unmistakably the overcast sun of England, lending all the pipes, frames and mats the atmosphere of a ghost-town bathed in fog. Right in the centre was the slinky-slide, and slide down it I went. The slide went on for as long as it did previously but upon exiting, everything was dramatically different.
In lieu of the pastoral paradise I had grown accustomed to, I fell with a soft squelch into a ground that seemed entirely composed of flesh. The smell was surprisingly not horrible, the sky was a dark red and the plants appeared to be akin to knotweed with a bony spine - fingers. This was unsettling but most of everything seemed benign enough. I began exploring this environment excitedly, sticking to the areas of ground that had scabbed over, as I did not like the squelching blood.
In an amusing twist of fate I found my rabbit, however it was of massive stature, one eye was replaced with tumorous growths and tentacles, and its left ribcage was exposed to the air. It took all my resolve and willpower not to panic and flee, and instead root myself into the ground and hide. I watched from the corner of my eye as this lumbering creature moved past, ignorant of my presence. After seeing this, I was shaken. I ran away and returned back, finding myself in the play-area where there were more people, and the official was coming towards me.
Aliyah was diving through the tunnel, slowly, whilst I waited in line. Agonizingly crawling over the span of 3 seconds, very long 3 seconds, I climb in after her. We slide down and hit solid ground, realizing we're within some large building. Outside the sky is a bright red, and we hear something very large breathing in the corridor. We resolve to find anything to arm ourselves with, Aliyah is already armed with hammer when I find a toy-laser gun, that turns out to fully functional. We await the creature to arrive in the doorway before leaping upon it in ambush. A strike team hears the commotion and moves past to investigate while we return to hiding. We decide whether it's best or not to ambush them, and we do.
It was a surprisingly coherent dream, barring the absolute earliest (which I've forgotten) and the absolute end (which I've omitted). Gonna write a story of it
Post by: TempAcc on December 16, 2016, 06:54:21 am
After this, I somehow ended up getting a ride on a tesla model 1. The driver was apparently one girl I met in college, one of the prettier ones too. After a few minutes of driving, a nice bit of chatting and a ton of sexual tension, she seemed disappointed somehow and I got out of the car, feeling very serene for whatever reason.
Walking into the roadside woods, I met a humanoid being of sorts. He had no discernible features, just a silhouette and a paternal, male voice. He mentioned that I should get back to work, though what that work was I had no idea. He also commented on how its so odd to be able to actualy see the sun through the earth's atmosphere, something he said he wasn't used to.
EDIT: Had a very vivid dream today that I was the assistant and apprendice of an african sorcerer guy. Apparently he was injured in some way and he took the oportunity to use this as a test for me. I was supposed to perform some crazy ritual to heal him, but the ritual was rly fucking weird. First we stripped the skin off his face and covered his body in animal fat. Then I picked a black cat, cut its jugular and let its blood spill on the floor beside the bed, then cut its head off started gutting it, all part of the ritual of course. Dream ended a bit after that.
Post by: Yoink on December 19, 2016, 06:38:21 pm
I'd been on this bus for quite some time, and for some reason newly arrived passengers seemed to often make a habit of staring at/groping people. Myself and a few other passengers had struck up a conversation over this weirdness, making something of a game out of spotting the creeps as they boarded.
Next, a fairly young woman boarded and, with a rather strange expression made her way up the back to stand beside a rather outspoken girl in our group, wearing a flat-cap. She slowly sat down, just a seat away (as in, the seat after next) from her. And looked at her. This caused her victim quite a great deal of apprehension (despite her earlier, cocky amusement at it all) given what had been going on, and after a moment she made a move to stand, saying "Sorry, I need to change my placing in the Bus Wrestling League," before heading down the front.
The creepy woman stood back up at this point, quite easily keeping her feet as the bus moved even with her hands on her hips in what was probably a sultry pose, and gazed about at the rest of us. She commented on what a shame it was that the other gal had left, then continued the bullshit wrestling metaphor, saying she'd need to find a new wrestling partner and opponent in the ring.
Next, this being my dream I guess, she cocked an eye towards me, suggestively asking which team I fought for in the Bus Wrestling League.
She was rather cute despite being weird as hell, so I lounged back in my seat and said, "I'm a renegade, I fight anyone." In hindsight, it seems like dream-me may have completely missed a question about my/his sexual orientation. Also, I don't think 'renegade' is an actual wrestling term. Oh well.
Whatever the case, I'm pretty sure the dream changed scenes at that point. Or maybe I just forgot a bit.
Either way, next I remember dream-me was entering into some sort of actual wrestling competition. This may have been a different dream-me, with some amount of experience in the wrestling industry, but I'm not sure. I also seemed to have become a bit of a fatass and gave my name as something like "Jerry," (it was two syllables and unusual, at least) which lends credibility to that idea.
There was a bit of stuff, setup that I don't remember, and then myself and three other wrestlers were getting ready for a four-way fight. I'm pretty sure we were still backstage, but we were definitely getting into some serious hammy threats, poses and such.
My main opponent, who looked like a short, flabby version of Stone Cold, came out with some taunt ending with some variation of "fatso," whilst munching on some sort of oblong sandwich, I said, "Who are you calling fatso? You're gonna be puking that sub up as soon as I hit you in the gut". We continued trash-talking for a while, then it was time for the four of us to head through to another room, presumably where the ring was.
We passed some sort of backstage operator/technician/organizer on the way in there, he(?) was some odd, dark blue, floating squid-like creature, but no-one seemed to notice or find that unusual. He used some sort of control panel to open the door we were to go through, then retreated to this strange, seemingly purpose-built alcove to enter some sort of hibernation until the match (and possibly other stuff) was over.
Anyway, we headed into the other room, which turned out to be less like an arena and more like a huge outdoor space with mountains and such. Or maybe it was an elaborate set? I don't know, but seconds after we entered some sort of... vehicle or ship appeared suddenly, deploying a bunch of small creatures who rushed my companions/oppponents, stunning them with some kind of non-lethal weapons.
Moments later all the others were bundled away into the creatures' vehicle, which then flew off as I looked on in horror.
Regaining my senses, I ran back through the door and managed to rouse the organizer/supervisor/whatever from his seemingly electronically-aided slumber with some difficulty. As he groggily came awake I hurriedly recounted the shocking scene that had taken place in the other room, but was confused at his reaction.
He seemed puzzled at my reaction to the situation, and after a moment explained that this was all part of the plan.
As it turned out, as a "Jerry" my role was to lure in professional wrestlers (and possibly other folks too, who knows) for abduction. Also as it turned out, I was really another of those squid-creatures, the main difference between myself and the other one being that I was purple instead of blue. I shape-shifted back into my normal form at this point and began hovering, which was far more efficient than walking, as humans were forced to do.
It seemed I was suffering some memory loss caused by deterioration due to being a centuries-old organic construct of some kind.
My companion mentioned the possibility of me getting some repairs to prevent that from happening again, and then we set off in whatever ship we were in, apparently heading 'home', wherever that was.
Later on in the end, though, the next thing I remember I was hovering along on my way into this strange, non-euclidean structure made from some kind of brass-coloured material (perhaps it was our ship, or some kind of head office?) when I was suddenly pulled upwards into the air. A previously-unnoticed air vent had activated on the ceiling/awning overhead and was sucking me towards it at an alarming speed.
Frantically, I spun around and saw a dark, vaguely humanoid figure follow me in through the entrance, looking up at me with some amusement. It seemed my malfunctioning, obsolete flesh was being phased out after my recent doddering. Or perhaps I was betrayed? Either way, I didn't seem likely to find out.
My last, somewhat dream-aware thought was that this new arrival really would have been better off having at least a line or two of gloating, or offering some kind of explanation for why this was happening, and then I was sucked into the narrow vent and immediately killed.
Unusually, though, unlike most dream-deaths this time I was... stuck, afterwards. Stuck in a bright grey void, unable to wake up. I could feel my physical body, unable to move no matter how I strained to do so, and with the intense discomfort I felt I feared I may have been stuck in that void forever, or possibly dying for real.
Finally I'd had enough and tried screaming for help- I am unsure if I was actually able to or not, certainly no-one came to investigate- and then after a few moments of that I was finally able to wake up. Terrifying. Not very restful, I must say. Only had a few measly hours sleep. >.>
Tl;dr: No, Yoink, you are the WrestlemAliens.
Post by: Haspen on December 20, 2016, 01:15:59 am
Post by: ☼Another☼ on December 20, 2016, 10:05:46 am
Sorry it's kind of vague, but it wasn't hugely clear to begin with, and now I have to remember it to write it down.
Post by: Yoink on December 20, 2016, 11:18:51 pm
There was plenty of urban exploration and even a bit of squatting, which wound up causing me and my companions to have several brushes with the law, once escaping being arrested purely from lucking out with the assumption that "oh, they won't really shoot us whilst running away just over a bit of trespassing," lots of strange places were explored, at one point I had seemingly learned to play some sort of... I thought it was some kinda harpsichord, but those have keys and this didn't. Oh well, some sort of electric, flat stringed instrument, with which I was jamming out an awesome song and recording it straight to tape in the garage, but then kept getting interrupted by someone else in there not realising how important this was and joking around or putting music on, to the point that I gave up, and then later on myself and some others from throughout the dream wound up moving into some strange-but-awesome, really old-looking college/university dorm.
Can't remember much other than that, but there sure was a lot of dreaming that went on. Whoa.
Post by: Eric Blank on December 22, 2016, 06:35:06 pm
I go over there and she's saying this kid that was in a coma forever just woke up or something, but something was wrong. We tried CPR, and then the kid sprung up and started pointing at his mouth. Eventually we figured out he was trying to ask for water, and he couldnt speak. About that time his family arrived, and power was restored to the other hospital wing. His parents didnt speak english, I think they were speaking spanish. They were trying to get answers from us and we from them, all we got out of it was something related to alcohol. After the kid woke up and I'd returned to work that figure wasnt following me any more. Then I helped the family out of the hospital. Kid had to stay, couldnt be discharged yet. So the kid in the coma was the ghost that was fucking with our power grid.
And that's when I got on bay12 and started typing up this post about the dream. Except I kept getting details wrong and I knew it. Somehow that morphed into a scene in the hospital lobby downstairs with some teenagers looking for someone to crack jokes at and latching onto me. Then again it morphed into the family and their kid trying to catch a taxi ride, and explaining where they needed to go in reference to a structure that was on the map but never actually finished. A freeway or something... then I was a giant wandering around the city killing people. They were all just ignoring me, like they didnt care, until I punched these girls at the local university and they freaked out. Weirdest fucking dream
Post by: IcyTea31 on December 25, 2016, 01:00:37 am
I'm at a pileup scene by a crossroads, sitting on a conveniently-placed sofa, when one of the policemen (who made a record time of about 10 seconds to the scene after being called) walks up to me, sprays water at my face and says in a commanding voice, "wipe it off and I will switch to spray." I reflexively wipe my face, both because the water is uncomfortable and because I'm supposed to obey the police. He sprays pepper spray at my face and says in the same voice, "wipe it off and I will switch to gas." I stop for a moment to consider what the hell he wants from me, but he walks up to another bystander (or it might have been an actual perpetrator, can't remember) before I can respond. He repeats the routine, and the other guy wipes his face after the spray. The policeman cackles maniacally and sprays tear gas everywhere, including at me.
Kind of a cruel Catch-22. If you obey the cop, he will escalate. If you resist, he will likely escalate as well. What is one supposed to do when faced with that? It's also worth remembering that it was the site of a traffic accident, not of a riot.
Post by: Imic on December 25, 2016, 02:57:51 am
Hwut?
Post by: Starver on December 25, 2016, 07:32:48 am
I never finish that, though, even though I know I am yet to finish. Instead, I am now asked to do two things: adopt a van and take care of it for a week (a van that I was already taking care of, and was assumining I was going to have for far morevthan a week anyway!) and to take a dog across town. Walking it. It has no leash, and when it is unruly (as it often is) I need to hold it by its collar. Along the way I discover a cycle race that is not run by 'my lot' of cycle-race organisers (cue discussion of differences between organisational details), and I'm on the verge of helping out when I wake up.
(Merry Christmas, dreamers.)
Post by: itisnotlogical on December 25, 2016, 06:48:36 pm
When we get to the school, we watch a really short video full of pictures and words I don't understand. On the way out I wonder why we didn't just watch the video at our school instead of coming all this way. I get filled in by a random passer-by: the video is apparently some sort of cutting-edge and also top-secret thing and we're the first people to see it besides the person who made the discovery. The discovery's apparently contained in some frogs plugged into the electricity of a motor home on campus, so I just decide to take one for shits and giggles. At some point we also pick up the literal Girl Of My Dreams (GOMD), someone I imagined to be perfect in every physical aspect.
On the way home, we decide to play Legend of Zelda for the Xbox 360. Deciding to play the game instantly makes it daytime (it had been night) and polymorphs the pickup truck into a van with machine guns and armor plating. Our first objective (in Legend of Zelda, only on Xbox 360) is to drive our van to a four-way intersection, then speed into oncoming traffic and try not to get hit.
The van flips when we hit a cop car, so GOMD and I just get out at flip it back over. All our male companions got thrown clear and are nowhere to be found, but GOMD assures me they'll make it back to the college on their own time. Once back in the car, I don't hesitate to put the moves on GOMD. I think I must have been partially lucid dreaming at this point, because it was a 100% success.
While we decide where we're going to get some "alone time", I suddenly realize that the frog I stole was part of the Rebel Alliance (from Star Wars) computer mainframe system and I should really take it back like right now please. The video we watched explained that the brains of frogs could be used as computer processors, and that animals could be made to live forever off car electricity. I keep reminding myself to take back the frog as soon as I was done with everything else I had planned for the day.
And then I was woke up being told that dinner was ready.
Post by: Tomasque on December 27, 2016, 12:40:22 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 28, 2016, 06:57:22 am
We found the entrance to the stadium and proceeded through, curious of what was occurring, eager to investigate. Upon entering we were incredibly startled, the stadium did not open to an arena, but instead opened to some fairs and transport links to our right and directly in front of us, a hill mostly reclaimed by nature, all except for a single pathway with a concrete empty carved channel running parallel to it. We considered moving closer towards the derelict zone to our right, however there lay bodybags and bloody corpses, we decided not to go there as whatever did that to them could still be there. We considered leaving the area altogether however curiosity still got the better of us and we rationalized this as something we had to find out given that this could explain why the whole city was empty.
We approach up the hill on the pathway, along the way eating some scavenged blueberries. As we go up the hill the feelings evoked earlier go away, however hallucinations, apparitions begin appearing. When an opaque spectre appears before us blocking the way we flee like madness, racing down the hill. Realizing the following had stopped, we began testing the boundaries of the apparitions, realizing they only appeared if you crossed a certain point, much like before with the barriers.
Our intrigue and curiosity came to an abrupt end when we realized we had lost one of our friends. After shouting for him and briefly searching for him (without venturing into the anomalous boundaries) the three of us panicked and considered going after them, however ultimately decided to leave them behind and depart for somewhere safer, reasoning that we were dealing with something unknown and would not help them by placing more of ourselves at risk.
We slogged away downtrodden that we had likely gotten one of our own killed. Walking up a hill there were red berry bushes and trees growing overhead like a rough arch, and I began grazing once more on blueberries flanking the side. That was when the spectre reappeared and we realized we had not been led away from the park, but led even further inwards by our friend. We flee as the whole park is laughing without a single mouth to be seen, all the while one of my friends switched sex and the missing one's head was found rolling down the stone groove. We resolved to return with an RC car equipped with a camera one day to see whether a person had to cross the anomaly point or whether the apparitions would come for us, even if we remotely viewed it from outside the anomaly zone on a later date. However, the sun was going down and we decided that staying the night in such a place was an awful idea.
We ran out of the stadium exit and found the barriers again, encircling a courtyard of abandoned buildings. One of my friends touched one and went ballistic, sprinting away, evidently the fences were electrified with something and we had to retrieve her bedazzled self before they entered the anomalous area. We entered an abandoned building together deciding that if it was suitable we'd encamp there, or else find anything useful and depart. Whilst there, we noticed that there was a bin full of bullets in the entrance to a bathroom, which by design curved away so as to protect the privacy of its occupants in a bygone era. We conclude that these would be a useful addition to our arsenal reasoning that these apparitions were capable of affecting the physical, thus they were likely also physical objects. By this point however I was the only man left in the group, and this was the men's lavatory. Thus they both concluded only I alone could enter the decrepit bathroom to retrieve the bin full of unusually pristine bullets.
Graciously, with much protestation, I entered the bathroom. At once I began shoveling the bullets into a plastic bag, reassuring myself that my two friends were only six paces away, thus I was not alone. That is until to my right I witnessed a woman walking past into a corner, covered in what was once a white sheet, now entirely stained with fresh blood.
My nerve was tested and at once I exited the bathroom, panicked to my friends. They told me they heard and saw nothing, and realizing I had left the bag behind, told me to retrieve the bag, finish the job and then we'd all leave the building as it could also be anomalous. I return and set back to the task of shoveling bullets when I see the same bloody figure from before, moving in the same direction. This time however I follow it, but when I turn the corner to find it I find the figure has disappeared, with naught but a bloody sheet upon the floor. I withdraw the bloody sheet and find what looked like a cross between a minigun and a small handheld powerdrill, which was a rather unusual sight to behold, as it was not something I had seen in existence. I could not see the sight of the mysterious walking cadaver despite there being no possible exits for it to have taken, I freeze up when I hear a calming voice suggesting that I test out the warmachine - the insinuations were clear, and I saw through the ruse. Grabbing the bag of bullets I rush out to my friends to warn them that the spirits were trying to get us to kill one another. When I arrive to them they demand to know where I had been all this time, I tell them I was gone only for a few seconds yet outside, it is nighttime. One is holding a pistol to my head, determined I am already dead and have become a spirit. Another is holding a gun to her head, determined that I intended to run away with all the good bullets. I managed to get everyone to calm down and warn them that this was all being orchestrated by the spirits, asking them where did they think they got the guns from, as we started the journey with none.
Upon acknowledging this, we ran like hell out of the building. Outside the building the sky was bright broad daylight, and people filled the street. One man came up to us and asked us what we had been up to as we looked like shit, one of us said we had been drinking but the inquisitive man deduced we had not. He made some crass jokes and left us on our way, when one of my friends insulted the crass joker. Deciding that we were very hungry and that haunted berries would not cut it, we made ourway past the joker to purchase some burgers, at which point we realized the crass joker was the person running the food stall. I apologized on behalf of one of my friends and the crass joker accepted it, turning out to be a very pleasant fellow altogether, listing all the food items he was prepared to serve. My friends however were already walking off into the crowd and apologising, I cancelled my order and ran after them. They were 15 paces ahead and into the crowd, myself almost losing sight of them, growing further away when I awoke.
Post by: AzyWng on December 28, 2016, 09:09:08 am
This was after I was playing Asphalt 8 and kept screwing up the optional objectives, so that probably had some influence.
In mobile so I can't add a whole lot of detail.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 29, 2016, 08:50:56 am
Things take an odd turn when time skips. One moment we're in the shopping centre, the next we're in the plaza. We're startled, and even more so when we realize we all experienced this. When it happens again we're ordering food when everyone in the restaurant freezes, except us three. Realizing the potential for this we begin marking down what could be possibly causing this and at what times these time skips were happening so as to productively exploit it. I walked up to the door guard who at once told me to leave, I told him I merely intended to wait for some friends at the door. Eventually he was occupied with talking to a group of 4 tourists who spoke no English, and during a time skip I walked right past him with my friends.
Inquiring as to what to do now I told them the plan was to wait for the next time skip, we go 2 minutes in to one store and grab some fine loot, taking care not to take too much and attempting to take small pieces that are out of sight, intending not to arouse suspicion - the goal being to have the storekeepers not realize anything has even been taken. After the 2 minutes we would leave, using 2 minutes to put distance between ourselves and the store, and 1 minute to spare in case something went horribly wrong. It was a good plan.
The next time skip occurs, we notice the pig mascots' gears frozen in place, the clock stopped ticking and the fountain was frozen in time. Amusingly as we arrived we saw a woman there trying on necklaces and earrings, evidently having come up with the same idea as us. I jokingly inquired if she minded me eating some skittles someone had left on the table, she said no and went on her way with her loot. We at once hit the store and I told one of my friends to get the keys (which would be clipped to the storekeeper's clothes) and begin opening the display cases for loot, telling him to leave the money in cashier (I reasoned it would be a waste of time since these people were so loaded they likely didn't even keep physical cash). They began cleaning aisles whilst I called time, to my dismay they were taking much more than I anticipated. With my plan to take little spread out over many stores having burst into flames, upon the two minute mark I called them off, personally closing the cases and putting the keys back onto the storekeeper for whatever that was worth. We at once set out and past the doorkeeper just as time returned to normal.
My two friends began inspecting the loot in their bags, bragging about how it must be worth at least £100,000, I suspected it was worth many factors more. I told them to stop being such idiots and stop bragging about how much the loot is worth, because if that didn't raise suspicion with the guards then someone would try to steal our loot. I at once began formulating a plan, thinking up how I was to divide the loot between the three of us, conscious of the risk of one of them running away with half the loot in their hand. I had deep concern that one of my friends was doing just that when he crossed the road without us, using a car speeding ahead to block our route to him. We waited for the car to pass whilst he continued walking on, when something occurs - a black car with dark windows nearly hits him. Out come people in black suits, bundling him into the car. Somehow we felt this was not about the loot.
Post by: Shadowlord on December 30, 2016, 12:04:49 pm
So that was weird!
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 30, 2016, 12:45:19 pm
I had a dream I was an Ottoman laying waste to sicily. I was amassing my forces for a siege upon Rome against a coalition of Italian states and the Kingdom of France when I received a report that our fleet had been destroyed by the Spanish. The shock of this news caused me to awake
01/01/2016
I dreamed I was a divorce lawyer who had an urgent deadline regarding the paperwork for a peculiar marriage case. The case was between two immortal Cthulhu cultists who had gotten married, and were incredibly concerned over their oath to be united till death do them part, particularly as they were arguing over what it meant to be united in such a manner when in strange aeons even death may die. It was very stressful
Post by: IcyTea31 on January 05, 2017, 01:08:43 am
Yes, I dreamed that I couldn't sleep. It wasn't the first dream of the night, so this wasn't a case of dreamless sleep.
Post by: Ibid Straydrink on January 05, 2017, 03:02:11 am
"The first imagery of the mind we should teach our children is the difference between "Now and Then;" for in the time before ours, inanimate objects did not-- could not-- have souls."
Dunno! :P
Post by: Shadowlord on January 05, 2017, 07:00:55 am
I was trying to play games on steam, but they all had freakishly large banner ads in them, and not like in a separate frame from the game - the ads were overlays so that they blocked part of the view of the game world.
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on January 05, 2017, 08:33:30 am
*sigh* Well, I guess my dysphoria's leaking into my dreams now.
Post by: Shadowlord on January 05, 2017, 09:41:17 am
Post by: GiglameshDespair on January 05, 2017, 01:44:38 pm
I woke up from a dream an hour ago which was the closest thing to a nightmare I've had in years.It is horrifying.
I was trying to play games on steam, but they all had freakishly large banner ads in them, and not like in a separate frame from the game - the ads were overlays so that they blocked part of the view of the game world.
Post by: Eric Blank on January 05, 2017, 02:23:04 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 06, 2017, 07:53:44 am
Post by: TempAcc on January 06, 2017, 10:15:59 am
I guess I was kinda aware that it was a dream, but not enough to act on it? Dream ended a bit after that.
Post by: Arcvasti on January 06, 2017, 01:05:18 pm
Also I think that Trump somehow achieved octopus lichdom at some point? I have vague memories of his undead cephalopod wig getting stuck in a turbine during a submarine chase.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 06, 2017, 03:20:37 pm
I remembered way more in the morning but I forgot.
Basically I was somewhere, for some reason and I was in a knife fight with someone.
It was mostly "automated" or however you call it, I felt like I had no control of the dream and things just went by as a movie.
My enemy had a long sword while I had this wrist surprise knife similar to that in Assassin´s Creed.
I try to land a few strikes at his head or neck but I have to pull out because his sword could get me.
Now I finally try to do it for a last time and there for a first time in my dream I felt like I had control,
it´s like part of me wanted to withdraw but I just decided nope and kept going for his neck.
Then I wake up literally punching my computer which I sleep next to, I moved it by 20 centimeters. O_o
Post by: Eric Blank on January 06, 2017, 03:52:50 pm
Post by: BFEL on January 08, 2017, 12:33:15 pm
I try to land a few strikes at his head or neck but I have to pull out because his sword could get me.Slightly off topic, but you had the right idea at the end there. When fighting someone who is using a big melee weapon you want to get in hugging distance, to limit the leverage they can use their weapon with, thus limiting the force. With a sword it still wouldn't be fun, you could definitely still get cut up, so ideally you would be blocking the sword arm, but just getting in where they have to swing their arm backwards to hit you would keep it from being outright life threatening, and provide the ideal distance for shanking with your smaller knife.
Now I finally try to do it for a last time and there for a first time in my dream I felt like I had control,
it´s like part of me wanted to withdraw but I just decided nope and kept going for his neck.
Post by: Shadowlord on January 08, 2017, 03:40:07 pm
In some of my dreams I'm male, and in some of them I'm female.
Oh, I've had that before. I think. It was just sort of an 'is' thing- d'you find it changes your outlook or sense of self, in the dream?
Difficult to tell, since when I'm dreaming it's often like I'm someone else with a completely different history and memories anyways, and it's different from dream to dream.
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on January 08, 2017, 06:16:47 pm
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Also I think that Trump somehow achieved octopus lichdom at some point? I have vague memories of his undead cephalopod wig getting stuck in a turbine during a submarine chase.OCTOPODE TRUMP LICHES SHALL RULE THE DUNGEON
Post by: spümpkin on January 08, 2017, 09:03:43 pm
I dreamt that I took off my face, but it wasn't my face. I looked at it and couldn't recognize it.I dunno how old this post is, but considering dreams are heavily influenced by subconscious/conscious thought, its not uncommon for dysphoria to leak into dreams.
*sigh* Well, I guess my dysphoria's leaking into my dreams now.
Ive had many such dreams myself.
Post by: Ibid Straydrink on January 08, 2017, 10:58:04 pm
In some of my dreams I'm male, and in some of them I'm female.
That's not all that odd. The same thing happens to me, but I never distinctly feel female, or how I imagine being female feels.
I just have tits.
Post by: Rethi-Eli on January 08, 2017, 11:18:59 pm
Also I think that Trump somehow achieved octopus lichdom at some point? I have vague memories of his undead cephalopod wig getting stuck in a turbine during a submarine chase.
Can I sig this?
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on January 09, 2017, 06:10:28 am
"on January 5th"I dreamt that I took off my face, but it wasn't my face. I looked at it and couldn't recognize it.I dunno how old this post is,
*sigh* Well, I guess my dysphoria's leaking into my dreams now.
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but considering dreams are heavily influenced by subconscious/conscious thought, its not uncommon for dysphoria to leak into dreams....are you Digital Demon?
Ive had many such dreams myself.
Post by: BlackHeartKabal on January 09, 2017, 06:53:33 am
Guess I binged on too many H:tV rulebooks.
Post by: Starver on January 09, 2017, 10:44:41 am
A week or two ago, 'I' was (notably) a female police officer for a large part of a particular subset of my dream-story. But then I', not quite sure if I was that character or that character was merely the primary current focus of the 'plot'. As I've said before, I'm sure, a substantial part of my dreaming seems to be like a screenplay of some kind, with a 'plot', and it's hard to tell if I'm actually being the character(s) concerned or merely on a very tight over-the-shoulder camera focus (perhaps even 1st-person view, which is not unknown in films, even excluding such blatancies as the Doom movie fanservice-for-gamers segment).In some of my dreams I'm male, and in some of them I'm female.
That's not all that odd. The same thing happens to me, but I never distinctly feel female, or how I imagine being female feels.
I just have tits.
As I've never really significantly wondered about being female, being a police officer or being a scriptwriter (and the degree to which I have definitely trends upwards towards the latter end of that spectrum...), I put this down to just the regular 'random' meme interactions during the overnight defragmentation of my daily experiences.
(But I wish I could record some of my dreams. They evaporate far too quickly. A load of rubbish, doubtless much of it, and other bits I probably wouldn't share either, but when I've had a grand cinematic adventure chasing after people in buses, and latertrying to get my train past someone else's, whilst dealing with some sort of zombie outbreak that is chasing along the corridors full of toxic waste drums, and the other bits and pieces that it's now too late in the day to reassemble from last night's footage, it'd be nice to get tell someone all about it without being so vague about the details that were originally so sharp, and even made 'sense' at the time...)
Post by: TempAcc on January 09, 2017, 10:57:40 am
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on January 09, 2017, 12:42:48 pm
Post by: Starver on January 10, 2017, 03:09:30 am
Segment
The (actual) segment before then is in a room, a kind of mixture living room, computer lab, (disused) chemistry lab. Among other things, there's some books (need re-ordering) one of which is one of a series called "The Book of I" (it is, or should be, adjacent to the "Book of K", it seems there is no Book Of J in the collection) which seems to be dedicated in a good half-inch thick technical manual to the discussion of how a code segment consisting of an assignment of (new) text and an assignment of a value (new, or possibly incremented) to a couple of like-typed (but loosely-typed) variables actially works. A whole book. As one in a series. I try to get someone interested (cue some sort of rant about "true computing", involving GUI vs CLI dscussion, none of which my interlocutor seems to know about, and my begrudging respect for Apple, ahilst thonking that they simultaneously did a good thing but also "spoilt it" really needs better description). Also I spectactularly fail to write on a wall, the worms coming out all wrong. (See here. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJ0nFQgRApY) for reference.)
But anyway, the bit I came here to report on...
I'm in Afghanistan (??!), it's a place I know and love (!??) with a modern shopping area not far from my protected compound (which may be the above room, within which the boss of the cycling organisation is writing his bad report on the cycle-ride that, in some ways, I was even more recently still supporting, the business of getting my own camera to take a necessary picture through the mirror, but a rider is currently resting against the car door, but I digress, or maybe regress).
Memories aside, the place is more dangerous-feeling. I'm being wary of crowds, for some reason ignore the prone and unconscious body of an obvious-'westerner' on the ground, and then find that most of the shops I 'knew' and 'loved' are shuttered up, amd have been for longer than I last recall havibg been here. I wander back (past the unconscious westerner who is being attacked... no, dragged to rescue... by a local girl - and again I do not help as I am on a personal mission, but there's guilt there, this time) and round past my compound's hustling bustling (crowds!) entramce to more retail (and gambling?) units that are open. None of this area is a traditional souk, by the way. It's modern (if delapidated) industrial-scale mall-style retail units featuring modern retail outlets and the like. Or should be, if not shuttered up (with hardboard).
Coming (back) out of one place, a jolly little old American-accented woman starts following me and spouting aphorisms at me. With the impression that she's rounder than she is tall, the garish 'casual' clothing and the manner of her accosting me, I gather straight off that she's trying to sell me something, and with resignation (rather than annoyance) I convince her to get to the stage of producing her product so that I can sooner just say that, no, it isn't for me...
It turns out to be a book (or, initially, a cardboard case for the book, but the book is soon also brought to me, by the lady's husband, to flick through, probably as part of stage two of the 'hooking' process of "touch it, feel it, now that's a book!"... It is a bit thicker than the aforemsntioned Book Of I and has a title, and largely indecipherable contents, relating to stock and share investments... I suspect this to be the front-end of a complex financial scam (stage 1, buy the "get rich quick" book; stage 2, try to get rich quick, but ultimately all profit goes to tje scammers) produced by a vanity press. But I don't say this.
Instead I flick through the book and explain how this isn't for me, I'm not really her target audience, and try to justify this by discussing quotation marks upon sigmage. You know like:
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"Please Keep Off The Grass"(That is an example for you. Yes, I know "The Management" is being quoted, but that newline-hyphen is sufficient to differentiate quote from quoter, the quotation marks makes it look like a more non-serious quote like an <does finger thong>air quote</does finger thing> somewhat invalidating the basoc veracity of the quote. Do they (The management) really say that, or are they being misquoted, taken out of context or are we just repeating what we thought we heard someone else say that The Management might have said. I suspect that it's a scam by the sign-writers' guild to extract extra money for some minimally base-cost extra characters. Ditto unneccessary apostrophes.)
- The Management
But in the dream, although motivated much as I am for the above parenthetical, I use the example of my boss ("no, I tell a lie, my boss's boss", although there I am lying, it really is my direct boss, or was at one point) who had/has a framed (and enquoted) "<quotes>The Best be Boss In The World<endquotes>"... ...thing... ...picture-framey thing. (Not from me. From some other employee he is/was boss of. Or maybe a present from his wife. If not himself, totally without irony.)
I actually go off and fetch the darn thing (whilst still simultaneously stand there, still psychologically 'trapped' by the saleswoman?!?) to prove my point (the point being that the reviews on the book cover/packaging1 were <quote>quoted<endquote>. Oh, and I'm really not looking to invest, please don't waste your time, pleasant (?) though your transparemt sales pitch has been, from the start.
Then I woke up.
1 Another sort-of-bugbear: reviews upon a book cover indicate that it is a reprint, at least, of a previously unadorned book that was yet felt worthy enough to provide said "quotes". But, for me, such things are offputting in their disturbance of the original cover-art. Not an argument used in the dream, though. Never got around to it.
Post by: AzyWng on January 10, 2017, 06:14:56 pm
Post by: Starver on January 10, 2017, 10:46:10 pm
Why the question marks and exclamation points?Post-dream incredulity. (e.g. I have no connection with Afghanistan at all. I don't even think I saw a news item about the place, the day before, so how it even got dredged up as memetic building material... That sort of oddness, really.)
Meamwhile, I had an early night, last night, and thus woke up half an hour ago (1:30am, local time) with a mass of different dreams. Including a final reviewing section where I imagined revealing the prior dreams to y'all (in which I still made sense of some things that even now are faded into vagueness).
I was playing an 8-bit+like top-down naval battle computer game (advanced, modern, style game physics and rendering, but a limited and blocky pallette to do it in, think GTA 1 but lower-res, lower colour-depth and based at sea - equally frantic), which morphed into a 16-bit FPS'n'Sneak game with remarkable gameplay depth, also beyond the level of even Return To Castle Wolfenstein in ultimate detail (whilst still pallette limited). In the latter game, the first encounter with a 'zombie' offersban opportunity. It is not actually dangerous and if you do not shoot it (perhaps because you've played this before, which obviously I had) it holds a document that it will show you to help you take another path.
This other path (literally, as you can dodge down a side path away from the obvious game-progression zone - no glass walls or moving walls in this post-Doom non-blocky environment, but it just does not make itself easily seen) makes use of the Sneaking, taking one past some warehouses where the ultimate (living) enemy soldiers are doing their... thing. Whatever it is that the enemy soldiers are doing. You can hide behond hedges, or even a slightly overgrown chain-link fence, a bit, but it seems my machine gun is currently at too low power to actually make the explosives guy 'explode', as he should, when strafed from such cover. I think the idea is that there's upgrades possible on the 'long' path to here. The sneaky path is a few levels of difficulty up. Still, by hiding behind the fence (??) I let the explosives guy and his rifleman partner forget about me and instead deal with (by sneaking) the activity in the darkened warehouses. (BTW, the name of this latter game is something my 'review dream' was pretty sure it had tied down. Something like "Greenbrook 32" or, perhaps, more like "Valdbrucke 32". But it was supposed to be English reminiscent (if not accurately) of a Germanic placename, the number as in "Stalagluft ##". It stopped working so well after truly waking, though, indcating possibly it was at that time stilo kore an Aristotelian essence of "a German-sounding English name", with the apparent "green brook" (not power/bridge!) qualities that would take a little research to try to assemble into a real-life example that properly satisfies my intended impression. But that's very much a doubly-meta thing that you didn't come here to read about, I'm sure.)
Phase change from video games to TV programs. Two of them, intertwined. (Possibly I was downloading them onto computers in a hotel room, amd watching them each as I got time, but very little now exists of the hotel-room vision, so I'll skip that, and the problems with power sockets.)
First(ish), either a hard-drama with some comedy, or a dark-comedy with some deep politics. Immediately post-war, in Europe (western... France?) an ex-Axis scientist (played by Julian Rhind-Tutt, I'm very sure!) is trying to create a new identity for himself and his wife under Soviet occupation. Part of this is represented by the continual buzzing of planes, specifically the advanced "Sukhoi 27" (in my case a delta-wing jet with canard (subtler than the Saab Viggen, though) and painted mostly white apart from the red stars - I've just checked, and the real Su-27 isn't a canard jet, as I suspected it wouldn't be) "Air superiority fighter" (yet apparently a specific threat to the ground, indcating my subconscious is playing fast and loose with the semantics of words, as well).
Part of the plan involved painting the entire damwall of a reservoir grey to obscure some incriminating graffiti (there was enough paint to cover all but a very small patch (20-30cm radius patch!) at the base, just behind some vegetation (more obscuring vegetation!), which probably didn't matter. (It never did, but the threat of a splotch of red paint was always in the background.) Also furnishing a new house, carefully adjusting an antique table to represent the right historic French monarch, somehow, for some reason. Oh, and the house is half filled (waist deep) with water. CGI water. (Rippling 'reflective' surface but no ripples from the actors 'wading' through it - Graphics fail in post-production!) As are the pathways to it. No idea why. Maybe war damage.
Second(ish) was a special episode of Dad's Army. It featured Pvt. Walker, so an early-series filming (but in colour and had the visual appearance/grain of technicolour film stock, so maybe an 'unknown sequel' to the 1971 film?). He managed to accidentally give a bucket full of black-market crockery (...) to the wrong person, possibly a spy, instead of the platoon-member who was supposed to get it. Much fun and hilarity as several not easily describable events culminate in Walker listening through the wall of a hospital ward with a stethoscope (to the chagrine of Shirley, to whom he is not paying attention, and whoever it is who is in the hospital bed that they are 'visiting') to get the evidence that results in the spies running off down the street. You had to be there.
After that, there was a bit about getting my parents onto a bus home, but the wrong bus came to the bus-station' gate', without us noticing until much later. A rough (but impossible, in context) analogue of a real-life error one could make regarding bus-routes (a "219" instead of a "22something", except this 219's destination was not the same final destination (but taking the wrong side of the valley for our purposes) as the 22x, which would have allowed us to get a 22x back to where we needed, but it was stopping part way through the route, at exactly the wrong place. Except that this place (named) was not the qrong side of the valley, but really way over the other side of the hill on the right side of the valley. If it had been going there, after (as the advanced on-bus electronic map was showing!) being on the wrong side, it would have passed our originally intended destination. Believe me, this was a big plot point to this dream segment! But greatly summarised to avoid boring the bed-socks off of you.
Anyway, all rounded off by the 'summary session' half-dream, as mentioned. Semi-lucid review of the dreams, thinking about how I got the details together, and what they meant (or failed to mean!). "Greenbrook" still meant something and yet it was here that the bus destination (never reached!) was more fully geographically/cartographically analysed. Not that it all survived intact to full and unexpected consciousness, and an hour's worth (it seems) of reckless message re-editing. No wonder I've not been telling you every dream I've had, if it actually takes this much effort... Shutting up, now. For now.
Post by: Yoink on January 11, 2017, 02:48:36 pm
Yes, there was lots of murder.
Post by: Baffler on January 11, 2017, 05:28:46 pm
Nothing really happened in this dream. I lost a close game of checkers with C, which A and another woman with short black hair and a suit matching mine both thought was hilarious. Then I was talking to the woman in the suit and my other colleague, a guy with a shaved head and a thick Estuary accent, about the guy's previous posting. Then myself and the guy with no hair were sweeping leaves off the path leading up from the gate while A told us a story about a hobo who came through the boardinghouse at some point that gave people bizarre gifts, and how our suits looked kind of like the one he always wore. It just went on like that, with some shorter or longer, until I got up in the morning.
It probably sounds boring written out but I'm posting it because I honestly think this was one of the best dreams I've ever had. Super comfy.
Post by: overseer05-15 on January 13, 2017, 08:21:30 am
The one dream I remember from my sleep just now was some sort of graphical, DF-inspired game/film that followed goblin politicians on the campaign trail. I think. Maybe they were just rival warlords or something, but I'm pretty sure they were actually politicking.
Yes, there was lots of murder.
This makes me happy on a metaphysical level
Post by: Sirus on January 13, 2017, 08:28:55 am
Post by: Eric Blank on January 14, 2017, 01:48:16 am
Post by: Starver on January 14, 2017, 06:18:56 am
A toy (supposedly) Transformer that I had been prewarned was an evil Decepticon in the guise of an Autobot (and, in either case a real Transformer, pretending to be a toy) was given to me, and its motorised transformation from truck to robot slowly happened as I went along with both pretences, carefully noting which parts of the stacked containers on its trailer became which parts of the body and legs and stuff. Some apparently useless rotations of the developing limbs were shown to be necessary 'unpacking' movements to facilite the changes. It went on for ages, and though I was trepidatious about it all, nothing actually happened after that, for good or ill, before I moved on to the point of finding the penguin chick swimming down the river, outside, with loads of other waterfow. (Yeah, neither do I...)
Then a segment where my mother crashed us through a barrier, in her car, and we managed to fly over a canal/whatever and land the other side and I had to take her back and show her what we'd just done.
A bit with my car, that I don't understand.
And shortly after that, I alighted from a train in a quarry, where dumper trucks (using their loads of rock as ballast, for grip?) tugged huge container ships by their keel down over a long drop (dry waterfall) onto a road-which-is-a-river-bed-during-the-wet-season, ready to float off with their cargos once they can float. There was conflicting evidence as to whether this quarry (and the town around the lower not-yet-river) were in the North American Mid-West (as it was at first), Wales (as evidenced by the placename of the lower town) or the Australian interior (more maps and as an explanation for the extreme dry/wet srsson differences.
Never mind, because then I go to the lower-town's railway station and try to catch a train back to the top end (if only I could understand the schedule displays). Except two youths start bothering me, we get into a tussle. As self-defence, I propel us off the platform and onto the ballast between the two nearest lines. "Stop hassling me, and now we're definitely on CCTV" was my ultimatum, just before a locamotive I hadn't known was coming whizzed past, indicating that my timing could perhaps have been dangerously worse, in launching us across a track.
On the riverbed-road, back the other side of the platform, emergency vehicles speed past, seemingly on the way to upper-quarry's station (I presume to deal with our altercation and/or track trespass) and I dial the non-emergency number (should have been 101, waking me knows, but it was 112 that I dialled - the universal emergency number!) to clear things up, but I'm left with a holding message and music (so, in dream, it probably was the non-emergency line) up to the point that I am woken by the alarm.
More oddnesses, around that, but that was the salient (memorable) markers...
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on January 14, 2017, 09:45:36 am
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A short one: I was skipping down a hall, then I was galloping, faster and faster, until I jumped and spun around at the same time, whirling through the air. When I stabilized and my vision stopped being a blur, I was flying.
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My old science teacher and current SciOly coach was teaching us how to deal with the devil, apparently; through a series of strange steps involving chemistry, I gave up my ability to sleep in on Tuesdays in exchange for better skill at SciOly events.
Post by: Rose on January 14, 2017, 09:23:59 pm
Some schenanegans involving a wizard fight were resulting in our world being un-made, but a last ditch effort and self sacrifice by a powerful wizard resulted in a large number of us being transferred into 'the real world', resulting in loads of refugees having to learn how to fit into a high fantasy society.
Last thing I remember before waking up was people getting the local blacksmiths to attempt to recreate cars the best they can, at least visually, for nostalgia sake, and as a security blanket.
Post by: IcyTea31 on January 14, 2017, 10:11:36 pm
Then I flicked the light switch, turning off all the defenses and just walked straight through with my flashlight.
When I entered the next room, floating text appeared, and I knew it was the name of the place: "You pronounced that wrong." (If I ever got to name a location, I'd totally name it something like that.) There were no traps, but the room had a lot of fallen bookshelves that I started climbing over looking for interesting books. I touched one, and more floating text appeared saying that my Manipulation is now 100.
The song Sympathy for the Devil started playing, and I realized that all along, I was the demons. And then I
E: I was still tired so I slept a few more hours:
The reason of going there had to do with biological submarines eating and being eaten by snake-like sharks (I could tell you about this dream, but I'm totally saving it for later use), but some of my friends and I arrived to a manor out in the countryside. We explored a bit and saw everything was set for us, but then I noticed a cuckoo clock on the wall. I set it up, but I made a mistake that felt like I was supposed to it (I put the weights on the pendulum rather than the hooks on the chains), and when I pushed the pendulum to speed, the clock went crazy and sent me forward in time. I was still in the manor, but now there was snow outside. One of my friends asked me what a cuckoo clock is. As I answered her, the cuckoo sang once, even though the time was exactly 13:18. Then everyone started hearing loud bangs and went into a panic, but I realized the bangs are in the rhythm of a wedding march.
My dreams this night were surprisingly vivid and had a certain internal logic and stability to them. I even managed to read flying text and the time from a clock.
Post by: Starver on January 15, 2017, 07:21:09 am
I am on Mars, with a companion. Walking around (no special suit, not necessary) sort of avoiding the Martians who are invading Earth, but unable to understand their language. (At the same time I'm on Earth, investigating the invasion, but that's not the problem bit.) We wander round a house, keeping clear of everyone.
Suddenly, whilst reading a wall-calender, Martian language makes sense and my companion tells me that it is three years' later, acknowledging that I have been there all the time; that I have been accepted by the Martians and (copious) human immigrants, alike; that I will have learnt things during this time but that there is no shock that, in whatever state of memory-free stasis it was, I will have no conscious memory of the transition. It almost seemed like a plot point to be resolved (but it wasn't).
And then there was a later bit (different sequence, different scenario) when a tale being told to me transfered to TV. And five minutes before its conclusion, I run upstairs to my own TV in (some analogue of) my room in my parents' house to watch the conclusion, but I just can't get the right channel, spoiling my chance. (But I have to then explain to a passerby (because I'm outside, suddenly) that the bad signal in the TV is due to my archaic analogue tuner systems, the mobile mast strength on this island(?), currently heing battered by a storm(?), has been very good for more than a decade. Ignore the snow on the screen.)
More detail than intended, but my consciously (unconsciously) creating gaps in developing storoes seemed notable cop-outs, given the apparent ease of gap-filling. Also, I found that it's fun watching large sea-birds standing on sea-walls that get overtopped by waves. They float, obviously, no harm done - but it's funny, and not a common sight IRL, given their inane savvy for avoiding putting themselves into such easy trouble.
Post by: IcyTea31 on January 19, 2017, 12:34:11 am
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on January 19, 2017, 02:27:05 pm
Readable text: my mind just throws some symbols at my eyes, then interprets the symbols as words. It's some strange script with lots of scribbles and curves and lines, but I just know what the symbols mean.
Original music: Oh, I get that all the time. But that happens when I'm awake, too.
Riddles: I occasionally solve tricky problems in my sleep (I figure out a new way of looking at it, rather) so solving a riddle doesn't seem too implausible. But developing riddles while you're asleep... seems rather strange, yes.
Post by: ☼Another☼ on January 19, 2017, 07:09:40 pm
Post by: Rethi-Eli on January 20, 2017, 12:14:20 am
Post by: overseer05-15 on January 20, 2017, 08:27:31 am
And after like a few hours or days or whatever, time stopped but I was still aware of passage of time, you feel me, I woke up & I was scared
Post by: Yoink on January 20, 2017, 10:06:39 pm
They would rob banks and escape into the wilderness on horseback. This was in modern times, so that was very unusual.
There were casualties, of course, and narrow escapes, double-crosses (I think) and plenty of bloodshed on both sides- I remember whatever character I was ambushing a group of police at one point and gunning them down at close range with a machine pistol. It was a rather shocking moment for most of the gang, I believe, although one of the officers survived despite terrible injuries and I wound up crouching down and having a long chat with them, after which I think the gang kind of adopted her as their mascot. It was weird. Dream logic, I guess.
Can't remember how it all ended, unfortunately. I doubt it had a happy ending.
I remember one moment where the leader was galloping away from a building along with one of his young comrades, only for his companion to be shot by police just before they got away. The older youth lifted him off his horse, noted with sadness just how tragically young the kid was, and then hid his body in the undergrowth.
That might have either caused the gang's leader a great deal of guilt and remorse or fired his thirst for revenge, but sadly I cannot remember. I think that was before the aforementioned group of police were shot, though, so it may have been the latter. Wish I could remember more, it was a long and exciting dream.
The other night I remember a dream where I was in the role of some woman whose child had been abducted/otherwise misplaced, and in my desperation I was consulting some sort of shaman or mystic, who seemed to be using some sort of hypnotism (on another companion) combined with a ouija board kind of setup. All I remember is that one scene, but it was all very emotional, mysterious and interesting.
Post by: Eric Blank on January 25, 2017, 06:02:14 am
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Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 29, 2017, 01:15:20 pm
I am abducted by my uncle, (he is very bad irl, he steals stuff and is constantly drunk).
I do not even remember that I was tortured but ""later"" in the dream it is implied.
I then remember that the dream somehow warps trough two days and I break out of his house all while he follows me to catch me.
I then start screaming at the whole town and somehow manage to beat the hell out of him and put him on the ground, meanwhile a police cruiser rolls nearby and for a second I thought I was going to get arrested, because it would look like I am the aggressor.
Then I notice I am missing my fourth finger on my right hand I exactly remember how my thoughts were like: "Ohh my finger, how I miss you" and I started remembering all the stuff I could do with five fingers, and those times were gone.
Uncle gets arrested and my parents and pretty much whole town comes to see what is happening.
Uncle also resists the arrest a bit but gets subdued pretty quick.
Post by: Ultimuh on January 30, 2017, 05:13:56 am
where humanity was apparently in a war with an extraterrestrial space empire.
I was shooting (wielding some weird alien rifle, that could apparently charge its shots in order to pierce through tougher armor) at some robotic or mech-like constructions, when I was greeted by the alien overlord via some sort of screen.
For some reason, the conversation was about the free will of the robots they kept sending against me.
Then he argued that humanity have always treated machines in the same way and that we were no different from his own kind.
I unfortunately woke up before I got anything more out of this weird dream.
It was one of those dreams that felt strange but awesome at the same time.
Post by: nomoetoe on February 02, 2017, 01:45:32 pm
The second dream was a bit weirder, I remember very little from it, but I remember watching TV and knowing a woman on it, she was also in the room with me as well. Later in the dream, vicious man eating killer whales come out of the ground and begin destroying and killing everything. I quickly get outside and a killer whale with long flowing purple hair comes out after me. It charges around killing what It can and I try to hide from it by turning purple, apparently purple things are invisible to it. I say something about being safe after I turned myself completely purple but, the killer whale heard me, it said "I can still hear you though." It bites my hand and doesn't really do anything, I then somehow manage to absorb its power, its seems to shrink and is also rather bummed out about this.
I later find a guy I was talking to before and tell him something, I walk around a bit and I hear something coming, I immediately move to hide and in comes a zombie version of the guy I was talking to before. His eyes are now little mouths and he attempts to bite me, he's rather weak and I hold him back quite easily, I attempt various spells on him, but it only seems to make it worse as his flesh disappears at some point. I decided to try and absorb his power and some weird overly dramatic sequence of one my blood vessels intertwining with his and I yell to him "Break the link! Don't let it flow!" We break the link and he is back to his normal human self. We appear in a different location and we're talking about what happened and what we're going to do now. I was planning on marrying the woman from the TV earlier in the dream. He was rather depressed from all the death that happened earlier and I attempted to make him feel better.
Post by: Eric Blank on February 02, 2017, 05:21:52 pm
Anyway, we got out of there, I brought a spare change of clothes for my girlfriend and stopped in an unused recreation area by the lake so she could change and dispose of the gown and sweats they had her wear (Because I was paranoid and thought they might be bugged/have a GPS tag in them somewhere) Then we went to the police, and I told them where to find these guys, because I thought there were probably more women in the house. And also had to admit to all the threats I'd made... Most violent dream I've had, like, ever.
Last night's dream was really weird too. I was working with an archaeologist, and she and I wanted to get in and excavate a site that was being looted by treasure hunters. So we talked our way into joining their outfit and helping to collect and market the artifacts they found (and document them in our spare time.) I helped a little with the digging, but my primary job was to operate a steam locomotive they were using to transport them and their goods. Apparently the engineer died or something, and he had worked mainly alone. So I spent most of the dream running around the cabin playing with equipment to keep this steam engine going, the fire itself being ridiculously small, and at one point ran out of coal in the cabin. So I had to search the vehicle frantically to figure out where the engineer had been keeping the coal, because they didnt have one of those box carts you associate with steam locomotives. I finally found it in the overhead crawlspace of the first railcar behind the engine, and threw a few more handfuls of coal into the furnace. It went on like that for hours.
Post by: Baffler on February 02, 2017, 06:20:19 pm
Looking down I could see that it was black, but there was a flickering light coming from a room somewhere near the bottom. I climbed down the stairs very slowly and came to a heavy looking oaken door. The light I'd seen was shining through a broken slot down near the floor. Then I noticed that the door didn't have a handle on this side. I tried to push the door open, but it refused to budge. I looked down through the opening at the floor, but it was much too small for me to fit through and all I could see through it was the far wall. I decided to try to pull the door open by grabbing it from the top of the slot, but my alarm woke me up before I could test out my idea.
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 09, 2017, 03:28:53 am
Post by: ironsnake345 on February 09, 2017, 03:34:22 am
I dived into my lake on a grey winter sky, with goggles on and hands helping me descend further by pulling down on a guiding pole to the bottom of the lake. Upon reaching the bottom I realized I had gone too far down and was drowning, but to make matters worse I was attacked by a giant crayfish that promptly bisected me, its claw severing me in twain from clavicle to ribcage. This was very painful, undesirable, and I figured I was going to die in the next few seconds, but at that moment I realized crayfish do not get that big and by all rules of reality, if I was to die I would already have drowned to death long before being attacked by the megafauna. I looked down and saw my whole body was restored, at once noticing this was a dream. The crayfish no longer attacked me, and I was free to swim the lake regardless of air
"When most people die in their dreams, they wake up.
When I die in my dreams, I start lucid dreaming."
Post by: Steelmagic on February 09, 2017, 03:56:53 am
Post by: Starver on February 09, 2017, 05:02:46 am
After a bit more messing about (chaotic cartography!), I then 'won' the Lottery (with something between 2 and 4 numbers, the details never stayed the same) which entitled me to a prize of... a choice of one of two different special Technic LEGO bricks. One waz a 3x3 array of holes (at first sight, and apparently I already had one of those so was only mildly excifed by it, and the special purpose for which it was intended) and the other a long piece, meant to form a compact 'gearbox' casing, with a top-down entry for an axle to act as gear-lever as well as the through-axles for input and output power, and (somehow) room for the bevel gears used in the internals and the transverse joint ("diver's helmet" piece, as I always used to call it, modern variants lack the 'pips' for ears, though) necessary to pivot the lever axle on. Positively TARDISian in its capacity, I discovered, after choosing it. Very happy, but also got to see some overcomplicatedly new Space LEGO pieces and hear some newly released Beatles tracks (made from pre-split test recordings of concepts) that my fellow listeners wers very disappointed with. (They were a bit "Octopuses Garden" in style, but tending towards the more modern than they ought to have been - at the time, they would have been 'ahead of their time', but this didn't satisfy my companions at all, who considered them a waste of time. But at least I was happy with my pieces of lego...)
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 09, 2017, 09:18:23 am
"When most people die in their dreams, they wake up.Usually I wake up, but the crayfish is a very illumninating animal
When I die in my dreams, I start lucid dreaming."
Post by: Steelmagic on February 19, 2017, 10:52:41 pm
Post by: Rethi-Eli on February 19, 2017, 11:06:51 pm
"When most people die in their dreams, they wake up.Usually I wake up, but the crayfish is a very illumninating animal
When I die in my dreams, I start lucid dreaming."
I read this out of context and it amused me thoroughly
Post by: Eric Blank on February 20, 2017, 02:07:56 am
Post by: itisnotlogical on February 20, 2017, 07:44:41 pm
Post by: Rose on February 20, 2017, 10:30:30 pm
Post by: ironsnake345 on February 20, 2017, 10:52:05 pm
Post by: Starver on February 21, 2017, 04:51:24 am
But then, I explain to my father, now observing my computer screen, it would have been much worse had it been the ultimate battle, the intellectual encounter, the plain encounter, then the difficult, troublesome and regular journeys. (Apparently that could have happened.)
Further, upon reviewing the stats screen, it seems that my rank was impressively high. At various levels of assessment, I was not far off the top ranking. One of the lower-level strata had me within spitting distance of being Beowulf (tbe ability to become the ultimate warband leader) whilst for the simultaneous-and-unrelated top rank I am 3<lotsofzeros> away from King! (Practically there. I need 12<LOZs> for King, and I'm on 9<LOZs> at the moment!) This, as it shouldn't, doesn't impress my father much. But I've obviously worked at it. Ah well.
Post by: itisnotlogical on March 01, 2017, 01:36:43 am
I woke up soon after and thank fuck for that.
Post by: TheBiggerFish on March 01, 2017, 11:11:21 am
I once had a dream in which I eventually fell asleep and entered a dream within a dream, and in that dream I started lucid dreaming, but when I woke up and returned to the prime dream I didn't realize I was dreaming until I woke up again and went back to reality. So, if I was lucid dreaming in a dream within a dream, but not in the dream that dream was within, does that count?I...I don't...I don't even know...
Post by: Steelmagic on March 01, 2017, 12:04:31 pm
In the second one I was a hitman, and actually had to assassinate a target right outside of my own apartment. A very unpopular target. So unpopular that I stabbed him and dragged him away from the apartment. He wasn't dead but was dying, and people began going out of their way to stab him or run him over as they passed by. I eventually felt so bad for this guy, who was clearly hated by everyone, that I called him an ambulance.
Post by: Hanslanda on March 03, 2017, 05:37:26 pm
Post by: birdy51 on March 05, 2017, 06:00:53 am
I woke up upstairs, got dressed, and someone walks up to my 'bedroom' door that apparently went outside. Someone was visiting with there daughter or something or other about dance. Normalish for a dream. I eventually go down to the living room.
There, I see sparks, feel heat. I presume that it's the technology down there, so I unplug things, blow out things, and eventually things start sparking. In particular, the Wii U, which id off because I don't own one. I begin to panic. I stick my hand out and feel heat. Something from below.
I rush to the kitchen door and descend. Fire, deep in the backroom. I scream, or at least attempt to wake my mom, both in the dream and in reality. The sound came out as a beleaguered goat sound, which was rather embarrassing, but as much had I screamed at full power.
This is a new nightmare I have never had before. I had actually not dreamed for a long time until now, I think I lnow part of the cause, but I shan't get into it now.
Post by: ChairmanPoo on March 05, 2017, 06:05:23 am
,I see sparks, feel heat. I stick my hand out and feel heat. Something from below.
Fire, deep in the backroom. I scream, or at least attempt to wake my mom, both in the dream and in reality. The sound came out as a beleaguered goat sound, which was rather embarrassing, but as much had I screamed at full power.
/Freud mode on
Post by: birdy51 on March 05, 2017, 07:01:56 am
Freeeeeeeud!
Post by: Hanslanda on March 05, 2017, 10:08:21 am
Post by: birdy51 on March 05, 2017, 11:54:15 am
Post by: Eric Blank on March 05, 2017, 01:36:48 pm
Post by: pisskop on March 05, 2017, 10:39:17 pm
inside i snuck around the house, exploring it until a neighbor came by. instead of being mad, the family offered me pastries and a lounge chair and old wooden-stand built-in speakers tv. in the ac.
hunh, nicest people ever.
Post by: Starver on March 06, 2017, 07:51:42 am
(I'm more sure than I might have been that I was First Person Sherlock at some point because at one point "I" tasted some crisps, and tasted their strong flavour. I have no reason to think that I have specifically dreamt a taste, before, so that's noteworthy. By the way, 'Sherlock' misidentified the flavour (it was something like Worcester Sauce), with the old "I don't need to know whether the Earth goes round the Sun or vice versa"-type excuse.)
He/I deduces this and... it resolves somehow. Probably by my waking up. Darn.
As it was still far too early, this morning, I had another doze. This time I ended up carrying the infant son of some spy up a drainpipe to where I could look through a window at a 'secret supermarket' that he was in (the spy, that is, and also loads of other spies, and various members of staff, including waiters for the 'spy restaurant' through another door, not far from the tills).
Then (spies and sons of spies forgotten!) it turned into a hotel/convention centre (not for spies!) and I after join in and mingle I end up having to catch some (golf?) balls being thrown at my group and go off to try to find some members of staff to give them to. (Mostly to annoy the throwers, who 'have' to go and reclaim their balls (whch, had I not caught them, confiscated them and carried them away, would have violently and bruisingly bounced back to them off whoever they had hit). By involving 'officialdom' in their fate, I felt that I was winning a small war, or at least making it a more publicly acknowledged vendetta with the possibility of further consequences.
As it happened, it took ages to find members of staff, in amongst the throngs, wandering through dining areas (without suitable supervisory staff!) and corridors flanked by meeting rooms and convention banners, and through throngs of fellow attendees (and attendees of an unrelated event, I discover), only to make my way back to the original focus of activity. And possibly find a staffed bar just beyond, that would have served my dutiful purpose within moments, rather than the huge and fruitless trek I had just made.
Post by: Ultimuh on March 07, 2017, 03:08:24 am
Post by: itisnotlogical on March 07, 2017, 05:21:19 am
I didn't regret it in the dream and I don't think I would in real life either.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 08, 2017, 08:32:12 pm
He wakes up, his heart pounding immensely. He can hear it thump, thump, thump. He looks up. The girl is there, watching him.
He waits.
He wakes up.
Measuring his breathes, he finally is awake for real. He looks to his black chair in the dark, looking ominous, and moves it out of the room before going back to sleep.
Pretty dank case of sleep paralysis imo
Post by: Baffler on March 08, 2017, 10:55:58 pm
Dreamed I was out in the park in my hometown. Just like it was when I did it IRL it was late afternoon and there had been light rain all day, and the water was nearly up to the riverwalk. The normally clear river was muddy brown and choppy, and everything had a sort of grey cast over it, partly because of the recent rain and partly because of the late hour. Some geese were browsing on the riverbank and by the wooded edge of the lake on the other side of the path, and I could hear and see finches, squirrels, ducks, and cardinals flitting around the branches above my head and in the brush by the lake. As I went the path edged downward, until the ground on both sides was partly submerged in the river. The path itself remained dry and I had my good boots on, so I kept going. Soon all resemblance to the real place was gone, and I was walking along a raised wooden boardwalk with leafless trees and patches of thick bramble on either side, all covered over with knee-deep water. The birds and geese were gone, replaced by blackbirds, lizards, and the odd snake whose scales were the same muddy brown as the river. It got darker as I moved along and soon I started to hear insects buzzing around me, and the clean petrichor smell of the riverwalk was replaced with a very earthy mixture of rotten leaves, dirty water, and animal musk. It was still pretty peaceful and I saw nothing wrong with this, and carried on admiring the scenery as the walk's path got more and more convoluted as it started to weave around trees.
Soon the place was dark like twilight, and the trees got thicker and more gnarled. Bramble came right up to the path now, and while I never had to move it aside it obscured the swamp beyond to an increasing degree, until I could see nothing else except for the trunks of the now ancient looking trees for several meters at a time, standing out a darker brown or occasionally edging right up against the walk. I noticed that the temperature had fallen a bit, and I wished I was wearing something more substantial than a t-shirt, hoodie, and jeans. I zipped up the hoodie and carried on, until I came upon a 90 degree corner, my view around it obscured by another thick tree. I looked around it carefully, to find that the path immediately doubled back, around the tree. There, too, the path went a short way only to make a turn around the tree. I looked behind me, and found that the way was blocked off - the railing squaring off the edge like it had always been that way, with no indication it had ever been any other way. The swamp, I noticed, was now completely silent. Casting about I found that I couldn't spot a single living thing other than myself. The sickly sweet swamp smell was now unpleasantly strong. The buzzing returned suddenly, and very loudly, accompanied by a sort of dull rumbling that was only just high enough to be heard. The rumbling got louder and louder until it drowned out even the buzzing, and I realized suddenly that I was very obviously in the beginning of a nightmare. Just like that I was back on the river walk from before, now sunny and warm, sitting on a bench feeding bread crumbs to some extraordinarily friendly geese and mallards.
Post by: itisnotlogical on March 09, 2017, 04:46:26 am
For some reason I was sent back to class, in full PTSD breakdown mode, that nobody seemed to notice. I kept believing that the body I saw wasn't who I knew it was, asking if anybody around had seen her, myself covered in mud and blood and rust flakes from the crime scene. I kept convincing and un-convincing myself that my other friend was dead somewhere on that scene too and I'd find out in the news or on Facebook tomorrow.
Then I woke up! Jolly!
I'm still pretty upset, that was fucked up. Affected me more than the description makes it seem. :-\
Post by: Steelmagic on March 11, 2017, 02:14:10 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on March 19, 2017, 03:10:38 am
I go in and get seated and I realize, I don't have a suit, so I rush out and stop time so me and some other guy who didn't seem to exist up until this point could get properly dressed for the wedding. For some reason we decided the best place to look was in a public restroom. Dream ended shortly after that.
Had another dream that I was in some small room with someone that might be in another dimension? We staying there to wait out some apocalypse and at some point I let a woman and her two daughters in from one of the shielded portals that existed on each side of the room. I forgot to turn one of the shields on the portals back on and the younger daughter managed to run through it and out of the room, the mother chased after her and disappeared. I think I might of locked the portal or waited a bit then I went after them. Now I'm in a very small very skeleton filled tunnel and I see in the distance a massive jungle, the woman and her daughter are nowhere to be seen. I somehow know that this place is inhabited by dinosaurs or creatures similar to them, I can hear a creature making noise in the distance, I cant quite describe it but it made me feel VERY anxious, so I crawl back through the skeleton filled tunnel as fast as I can and find the portal is gone! The eldest daughter had shut it off and locked me out, fortunately either she turned it back on or the guy inside did because the portal turned back on and I was able to get back inside safely.
I also remember some other dream that had Patrick Star singing to some heavy metal music, something about "WHAT IS LIFE" or something
Post by: Shook on March 19, 2017, 07:49:20 pm
I was worse, not better. I was sketching, very specifically, a close-up of a female abdomen with accompanying hips and abs (and i am entirely aware of why that would be, but that is a different matter). It just... Didn't look good. The sketchy phase was okay, but then i started making these really ugly thick lines (like, 1 cm thick) with a very uneven filling, deliberately. I just wrote it off as the pencil having a blunted tip. Then i woke up. It then struck me that i would NOT have done like that in reality, and would in fact have performed better. I don't know how common it is to dream that you're worse at something, but it's certainly not something i dream very often. >.>
Earlier yet, i also had my second ever round of sleep paralysis, but it was honestly quite uneventful. I realized what was going on very quickly, and experimented a bit with trying to move, which i obviously couldn't. Unlike the first time, however, i saw The Intruder(tm) this time, which was just a black shadowy human figure sneaking silently into my room via the door, and that was it. I tried to tell it to go away and stuff, but as it is, total paralysis also includes not being able to speak, although in my head it did sound like i managed to kinda whisper/rasp the words out. Mostly i was just worried that it'd jumpscare me while i was helpless. :v
Post by: ironsnake345 on March 20, 2017, 10:25:31 am
But you guys probably want a more thoroughly described dream, huh? Okay, here's what I can remember of the one I had last night.
The dream world handled a lot like a video game, strangely enough; sort of like an off-brand SAO. It started in an expansive, confusingly laid-out house which was reminiscent of a Doctor Seuss illustration. In all honesty, it was a house I would be thrilled to live in despite that. What went on inside the house is a huge gap in my memory, sadly, but eventually I walked out of the house onto a lush, grassy plateau in the mountains. Or maybe It was one of a cluster of sky-islands? I can't quite remember which. Before long, though, a sky-island drifted directly above where the house sat. Seizing the opportunity, I threw up a huge lasso and managed to secure the end on the island, and I held it from drifting off with only my own body and the rope tied to it. Eventually, I tied it down and made my way on top, only to find there wasn't much on top. However, other sky islands drifting by contained a slew of adorable animals which I was quick to take in and pen up; I distinctly remember catching a tiny passing island to find a pair of adorable dalmatian puppies on top. However, as I was working to protect the island I was on from hostile spawns a la minecraft, an enormous flying monster swooped down from above and attacked me. I don't remember what I was wielding in the ensuing combat, but it was followed shortly after by another monster, much smaller and weaker but still quite dangerous, fell onto the wrangled island from above. The last thing I remember before waking up was seeing more and more dangerous monsters fall onto the island, at least two of which were distinctly humanoid, with the ensuing battle continuing to appear more and more difficult.
I never did think to look up and see where they were coming from...
Post by: Starver on March 20, 2017, 11:14:33 am
There was some sort of clamp-down on people (ID cards being scanned) and information (limited access to wireless communications). I got involved by accidentally discovering that some items being delivered to some people contained (clear!) jiffy bags full of illicit Wifi connectivity equipment. It soon devlolved intoma state of having already been arrested by the feminazi-like authority figures, escaped (with help) on the Welsh border (which was somewhere on the Norfolk/Suffolk western edges border..!) and now was stuck unable to enter a hotel floor because to go past the guard(ess) in the stairwell/atrium would have highlit my flagged ID as rearrest-worthy, so I hid in the loos on another floor (with rain dripping in) while I tried to work out what the GM of the game (remember, LARPish, although also 'real') was demanding of my character... There was something I should do... Maybe get arrested but escape again?
Never resolved, though. It deteriorated into a "what are we going to do now?" stalemate, grinding to a halt.
Post by: Levi on March 20, 2017, 11:36:35 am
It was stressful.
Post by: Eric Blank on March 20, 2017, 05:27:57 pm
Post by: Max™ on March 20, 2017, 07:44:28 pm
>be asleep
>weird dream with a pothead friend of mine who died in a car crash like ten years ago
>we're playing basketball or something
>but sometimes stoners get like unstuck from gravity and float around a few feet above the ground
>notice some sycamore seeds falling and head over to ponder a solution to this
>he joins me
>suggest that we should head back where we were going
>he agrees
>say that sometimes the woods can be dangerous too
>he laughs
>says "help, I'm a damsel in distress" and starts jogging
>jog after him
>say 'you're right, I'm a woodsman... NO FUCK IT I'M AN AXE MURDERER!'
>he shrieks and takes off running
>start chasing
>notice I'm carrying a box of baking soda
>point out how weird this is to him as we run
>he thinks about it for a second
>shouts "ANYBODY NEED SOME SODIUM BICARBONATE?"
>slide to a stop laughing
>fall over laughing
>wake up laughing and crying and snorting
Dream exploration in df when, Toady?
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 26, 2017, 05:05:59 am
'It would be rude to incinerate a man while he lives.' Mr Skeleton responded, intending to burn the body, presumably so his vengeful spirit does not try to start a blood feud that lasts beyond death. Unexpectedly the fallen human arose and tackled the skeleton, at which point the second man grabbed his pitchfork and rushed me, both of us tumbling to the base of the hill. Kobold and peasant fought fiercely, tooth and nail, dagger and pitchfork, with Kobold unexpectedly gaining the upper hand by poking the human's own foot with his own pitchfork. Being at the foot of the hill, the Kobold realized he was in danger - a werewolf attacked them both, with the Kobold fleeing up the hill, climbing with handfulls of grass and dirt. Presumably the human left behind was eaten, but the Kobold made it to safety at the top (though I did get awkwardly stuck in the gap of a fence that took a few minutes to squeeze myself through). Seeing the skeleton was a sore sight for Kobold eyes, as though the Kobold could not fight fearsome creatures of the forest, the skeleton could - it was then that as the skeleton turned to see the Kobold, the skeleton was attacked by the werewolf. The kobold fled screaming down the hill
Post by: NJW2000 on March 26, 2017, 05:24:18 am
I was walking in the hills at the time with my family. Something weird happened, we felt strange for a bit, and our phones stopped working, etc. Nothing felt normal.
When we went down to a road, the nature of the attack became apparent. Some sort of weapon had ben used such that you could only understand people near to you at the time of the attack. Words and gestures used by other people just sounded unpleasant and frightening, with no content. We couldn't even lip-read, their mouths moved in a disjointed and unsettling way. Graffiti was entirely obscure, just unintelligible symbols. I could only communicate with the group of people I was with, nobody else.
This form of attack would divide us and weaken us totally while still keeping most of us physically intact.
It was frightening, sci-fi, and I now realise a bit biblical.
Post by: pisskop on March 26, 2017, 06:44:33 am
very odd. a female started coming by at the end trying to get me to eat and do dips at a place downtown instead.
Post by: ironsnake345 on March 29, 2017, 12:54:15 pm
Post by: CABL on April 01, 2017, 01:31:11 am
- There was a mention that USA and Canada were at war with each other. Canada was losing very fast but won thanks to Descan ascending as a God of Memes, Canadians and Intensifying. Descan Church was founded.
- Donald Trump was visiting local 5-star restaurant-hotel and mind-controlling it via weird, sonic waves device. I didn't notice that he was mind-controlling it, 'till I started to notice that there was less and less personal. I found a pile of corpses in Trump's room, they were without any bones or organs! I also lockpicked his desk, which had the device in it, and cracked it in half. Then I went to Floor 1 and saw a that everybody went crazy, expect Trump. There were five very fat ballerinas who danced like crazy, while everybody was fighting each other.
- After that, two helicopters started to strike this place. I ran outside to my car and started driving away. After I started driving, helicopters stopped attacking the restaurant and went for me instead. The dream ended in the middle of the chase.
Duh End!
Post by: Max™ on April 01, 2017, 04:52:58 am
This morning I recall knowing I had been sprayed with some sort of trigger pheremone for something but didn't know what exactly.
Then the ground starts rumbling and one of the bugmonsters from Starship Troopers comes around the corner, only it's like a couple of feet tall.
"Well, that's not a great development, but it isn't really that bad, Max."
Then far too many to count followed it, apparently the rumbling was enough of those little fuckers to shake the ground and I triggered the eject button in my brain.
Post by: Steelmagic on April 01, 2017, 04:58:13 pm
Had a dream where I got a computer virus and a man in a semi-truck was trying to murder me.
Post by: itisnotlogical on April 01, 2017, 05:29:02 pm
Post by: Max™ on April 01, 2017, 06:32:05 pm
Facing down a horde of spacebuglets with no machinegun is just unpleasant.
Post by: TheBiggerFish on April 01, 2017, 07:30:52 pm
Post by: Solifuge on April 05, 2017, 07:30:19 pm
It was dumb.
Post by: Rose on April 05, 2017, 11:45:23 pm
Post by: Starver on April 06, 2017, 06:23:17 am
I explain that it's not me (mild disappointment from CT), and offer to show them the film I was an extra in, instead, even though even I can't pick myself out of the various scenes... Still, I'll apparently like the job.
Post by: hops on April 06, 2017, 08:05:05 am
Post by: Haspen on April 06, 2017, 11:44:35 pm
Third time it was just strawberry sweets. After I left his house, I had to run away from oversized mosquitos and I hid in an abandoned tank.
Post by: itisnotlogical on April 08, 2017, 05:04:47 pm
Then the game crashed and it turns out we were just testing it. I was led to my computer and along the way it turned out almost everybody I know works at Nintendo. All they seemed to be doing was playing previous Pokemon games on emulators.
Post by: Yoink on April 09, 2017, 03:28:58 am
Then later on I had a much longer dream involving this pair of gunslingers travelling across what seemed to be some 1800s frontier landscape or other. I'm not sure whether they were bounty hunters, assassins, detectives, miscellaneous criminals or what, but from what I remember they were heavily armed and on the trail of some illicit substance that was becoming/on the verge of becoming widespread in the region. Again, I can't remember if they were aiming to stop it or if they wanted to go into business.
It would be nice to remember more of this dream, since there were plenty of adventures during the journey, but unfortunately the only scenes I remember is the pair getting shot at by a couple of natives with some kind of primitive rifles or muskets. Luckily they were terrible shots. The gunslinger bringing up the rear reined his horse a little and considered returning fire, but then decided coming to a stop would make him an easy target even for them and sped up instead, galloping into some forest (previously they were on some sort of plains) after his comrade.
That guy's (he may have been the more central of the two main characters, not sure) horse was rather strange, it behaved almost like a giant rabbit in the way it hopped around and over obstacles in the gully they were riding down. I think it had some whimsical nickname to that effect. He was quite attached to it.
Shortly after that they found their quarry. Can't remember details, but they met up with some guy who showed them a bag of the stuff they were after. I vaguely remember one of them sticking his nose into the stuff as they discussed business, until someone pointed out that he was likely giving himself a huge dose just by doing so.
I get the feeling that dream was at least partially inspired by The Sisters Brothers, a rather excellent book that I would certainly recommend.
Post by: Starver on April 09, 2017, 03:51:13 am
(I'm sure there's people thinking there's something Jungian in the above... Though I seem to have avoided the Freudian.)
Post by: Enemy post on April 09, 2017, 04:45:01 pm
Post by: itisnotlogical on April 14, 2017, 08:51:31 pm
And then I woke up and had plenty of time to get ready. Pretty mundane as far as nightmares go.
Post by: Enemy post on April 15, 2017, 05:40:50 pm
I dreamed that I added gorillas to a Dwarf Fortress mod. This resulted in a player committing suicide.Didn't you or someone already say this?
I don't know. I only posted here once, and I didn't read the rest of the thread.
Post by: Heron TSG on April 17, 2017, 03:59:18 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 17, 2017, 05:11:48 am
Post by: Yoink on April 18, 2017, 11:40:11 am
Now this was fairly benign as far as zombie viruses go, despite being technically dead I kept my mind, was still able to communicate and as far as I can remember there wasn't much or anything in the way of visible deterioration. Although I think it was still early days yet, I had only been recently infected...
The dream instead focused on the psychological impact of being undead.
It was rather less of a fun time than a certain popular, recent television series. It became known, as this relatively-harmless virus spread between certain people (as far as I can remember the majority of people remained unaffected, I can't recall exactly how the virus was transmitted- perhaps people quickly discovered how to avoid infection) around the world, that in addition to not really needing to give a fuck about anything anymore, being undead also tended to cause strong feelings of isolation and loneliness in its sufferers, being surrounded by the living going about their lives eating, drinking, breathing, trying to continue living and all.
At one point I was actually sitting with a few friends hanging out, and the conversation turned to my affliction. They mentioned those known mental side-effects of the disease with some concern, and I was both touched by their concern and worried to realise that I did indeed seem to be suffering those symptoms.
I realised that, apart from these three-or-four people I was speaking with, I had drifted apart from everyone I used to know. Who knew how long these friendships would last, either. It made it awfully hard to relate to people when you lost the most basic human common ground- the need for food, hydration and oxygen.
I gloomily pointed that out to them.
They kindly declared their intention to look out for me in future. Someone also then decided to introduce me to a mutual friend who was also suffering from the zombie virus, that we might compare notes and support one another through our difficulties. She and I wound up becoming
Only later, after I'd been pondering this oddly-pleasant dream for quite a while, did it occur to me what a blatant metaphor my subconscious had come up with here. If you replace "zombie virus" with "anxiety and depression" it becomes pretty damn symbolic, just with less of the whole "opening up to people about your problems" kind of thing.
Maybe if my issues were the kind that caused pallid skin, dead grey eyes, a shuffling gait and groaned speech they'd be more noticabl- wait, I have half of those symptoms already. :P
Then again, I may have been watching Ugly Americans and its Mike/Randall interactions the night before, who knows.
Post by: WillowLuman on April 18, 2017, 12:30:14 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on April 18, 2017, 06:32:48 pm
Post by: WillowLuman on April 18, 2017, 06:56:46 pm
Post by: Solifuge on April 20, 2017, 09:26:10 am
I had a dream about another ex-partner. The two of us were riding on an old-fashioned train, in a private car. It was a coastal, wintry scene outside the window. We rode past lines of tall, snow-covered alpine trees, growing next to a wide expanse of water, under grey-white skies. Instead of snow, there were these frozen bubbles of paper-thin ice, drifting around lazily in the air, wisps of frost coiling around inside and catching the light. My friend was in girl mode, wearing a vibrant and scratchy blue wool sweater. I was mostly looking out the window. They were quietly repacking their bag, but looked up at the view outside periodically with a restrained smile.
It got a bit chilly inside, and the bubbles started drifting in from somewhere else, over the high-backed seats that separated the private cars. Someone had opened a window for some reason. My friend leaned against me, and initiated us in laying down together on the bench for warmth. I wasn't expecting it, and my heart jumped a bit, but I settled down and it was nice. We started to talk a bit about our bodies, and what had changed since we were together. While we lay there, I was playing with some of the bubbles with a free hand, showing how they popped loudly, and left behind this frosty puff when they did. Was starting to feel cozy, and was honestly trying to be charming. They paused for a long moment, adjusted so they were facing away and we were only loosely holding each other, and said that they wouldn't be there with me if they had anyone else to be with right now. I stopped playing, pressed against their back in a light hug, and said "I know."
The dream continued on like that in silence, with us loosely clinging together, until I woke up.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on April 20, 2017, 10:10:07 am
Post by: Starver on April 20, 2017, 04:28:31 pm
For the record, I got a top job at the BBC, last sleep (cue BBC detractors!) and I'm not entirely sure what that had to do with my shopping list of bed-linen, but that was important too. And travelling, as always. Echoing RL, of course (i.e. the third element only)...
Post by: birdy51 on April 21, 2017, 04:19:26 am
Post by: Rolan7 on April 21, 2017, 11:36:19 pm
But usually it is... twisted. AKA, put in a disturbingly different light. Which I personally readily accept. Usually the dreams are unsettling, by nature, but they're also usually useful. They're unsettling because it's literally a second opinion, by a different, even alien, kind of mind.
PTW.
I sometimes quiet my dreams with alcohol. Because they don't follow sane rules. Usually I receive a message and follow the advice. But sometimes it's the wrong advice. And then my subconscious keeps pushing, until my dreams are fully lucid yet inescapable nightmares.
Sometimes the unconscious needs to shut up. It's ridiculously idealistic. I love it, but it doesn't have the answers it thinks it does. They're too simple.
Usually, though, I listen. Sleep is nice that way. One can learn a lot by the thoughts of an unconscious mind. If one is ready to accept deep insights.
A-and yes... unwelcome warnings.
So dire.
Spoiler: Though sometimes (click to show/hide)
Post by: itisnotlogical on April 22, 2017, 09:19:31 am
Post by: Eric Blank on April 22, 2017, 02:19:17 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 22, 2017, 02:35:51 pm
Post by: Yoink on April 22, 2017, 06:03:49 pm
Then I took a break from the computer and wandered around a strange dream version of my room, trying to
I tried to open my eyes and sit back up, only to find that I was kind of locked in sleep, like I was straining against it but the sleep already had a hold of me and I couldn't summon quite the willpower necessary to back out of it. I was actually somewhat frightened by this for a moment, I worried that it might be some sort of medical condition and resolved to ask a doctor about it, before convincing myself that no, it was surely normal to sometimes nod off irresistibly like that when tired... and then at some point I realised that I was awake, finally, and then after a moment's looking at where I was I realised that this was real life that I'd woken up in, that the earlier nonsense was a dream, and that I had been in fact waking up from an actual, full sleep which was why it had been so damn hard. ???
It was rather odd.
Post by: Rolan7 on April 24, 2017, 12:11:04 pm
Many of the other kids were also staying calm, but across the aisle was a friend I recognize from elementary school. He was looking at me with panic. And suddenly the zen was gone- there were things I cared about, and I started to feel scared. I tried to comfort him, repeat it was all in our heads, reached out to him... But he already had people there holding him, comforting him. He was fine. He reached out and took my hand anyway, and I hurried across to join them.
Even though the dream got weirdly political and gory later, kinda a nice dream. Obvious parables, no "you're still dreaming" fuckery... Felt like a dream I'd have in high school.
Post by: Eric Blank on April 26, 2017, 09:04:39 am
Post by: Starver on April 26, 2017, 09:25:10 am
Was I supposed to go to this place (that's out of my way) when I woke up, because within the dream I had dreamt that I had dreamt (within it) that I had arranged to meet somebody that I hadn't seen since before easter, knowing that it was a dream, but thinking that it was a dream copying reality (reminding me of a real-life obligation).
The trouble was, this confusion was all within a dream layer, which I phased in and out of, so that I was actually laying in my real bed trying to work out if this person (who I haven't seen for three years) actually last met up with me just before easter in a premises that doesn't exist upon a street that does, in a town that I could go to, if only I had a reason to do so.
Or maybe I should have gone to the place this person will be at today (a real place on a street in a totally different town) given the subconscious nudge. But I haven't yet. Thus I hope it's not a portent that I'm ignoring, 'real' and advantageous for me. Having no reason to believe it's a 'mere' echo of the previous day's actual events... But of course no reason to believe it is anything actually meaningful.
Post by: itisnotlogical on April 26, 2017, 10:07:19 am
I guess it's literally in my dreams that I play a good FPS on mobile. :(
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 26, 2017, 03:20:56 pm
Post by: itisnotlogical on April 27, 2017, 10:20:25 am
Post by: AzyWng on April 27, 2017, 01:42:33 pm
Post by: nomoetoe on April 27, 2017, 07:18:05 pm
At some point with the fighting the mystical shark dream I defeat it and turn into some ravenous monster and destroy a bunch of villages, which are rather tiny and are but also not in my kitchen. I don't even know.
Post by: Felissan on May 08, 2017, 06:22:06 am
Post by: Rose on May 08, 2017, 08:11:42 am
I was on an airplane just after takeoff - but instead of gaining altitude, the pilot decided to do tricks barely above ground level. After a barrel roll, I yelled at him to stop it because I was getting sick, and I heard him answering "I DON'T CARE" before starting a backflip. I reached for a vomit bag, and I immediately woke up because I had thrown up in my mouth IRL.Was the pilot Jeb?
Post by: Felissan on May 08, 2017, 10:09:44 am
He was nobody in particular - though if my (really vague by now) memories serve me right, his voice sounded a bit like Caboose's from RvB.I was on an airplane just after takeoff - but instead of gaining altitude, the pilot decided to do tricks barely above ground level. After a barrel roll, I yelled at him to stop it because I was getting sick, and I heard him answering "I DON'T CARE" before starting a backflip. I reached for a vomit bag, and I immediately woke up because I had thrown up in my mouth IRL.Was the pilot Jeb?
Post by: Starver on May 08, 2017, 02:29:22 pm
It was not DF and/or real geology, in this regard (silver was present, within a pink-depicted sheath of, presumably metamorphic, rocks around the highest temperature diagonal strata; sulphur was the primary element in a 'lower temperature' layer) being both a well-meaning Lies-To-Children simplification of the knowledge of the day and based off of far more primitive and unsophisticated scientific knowledge perhaps some further decades out of date.
All this precision information was conveyed by key-letters upon the diagram and a full-width table below. Which upon the paper I was editing in asterisks as per a tab-delimited text file in an effort to track my transfer of the information into a 'traditional' spreadsheet on a computer. (Though the information being written bore basically no relationship to that being extracted, naturally, because Dream Logic.)
But I could still draw the diagram (or its major gists), it has stuck in my my mind for all the time since I awoke. Even though it is just as rubbish, inaccurate, misguiding and useless as I've already indicated.
Post by: Yoink on May 08, 2017, 06:38:57 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on May 09, 2017, 03:34:53 am
Post by: hops on May 12, 2017, 12:49:12 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 12, 2017, 06:23:10 am
Post by: hops on May 12, 2017, 06:29:26 am
Post by: Yoink on May 12, 2017, 06:33:51 am
Oh well, I was overdue to change those anyway. Plus I just did laundry yesterday.
Post by: hops on May 12, 2017, 06:40:40 am
Post by: Yoink on May 12, 2017, 06:45:13 am
The sideways "q"s on that person's face turning into "a"s and "d"s? ???
Or is that a smug, "bitch, please" kind of expression?
Post by: Eric Blank on May 12, 2017, 03:58:37 pm
Post by: Yoink on May 13, 2017, 01:34:08 am
That was a bitter pill to swallow (program to install?) for sure, I think said android very nearly went full-Skynet before his/her pals managed to cheer him/her up by the end of the dream. Also, for at least some of the dream my perspective was that of the AI's as it came to this horrific realization. It was quite a trip.
Post by: Hanslanda on May 14, 2017, 08:28:20 am
After that, a bunch of military vehicles arrived. I ran into a building to grab scrubs to blend in, and when I returned, my wife was gone. I demanded to know where she was from a woman nearby, who pointed and said, "They took her." I went into the hospital to find her.
I came to a door with two soldiers guarding it. I stole a scalpel and attacked from a side, stabbing the first in the throat and slamming into the second with my body. He struggled to grab me, and I slashed his neck and stabbed his chest. I burst into the room they guarded to find a military nurse on the floor, back arched and bleeding. I turned the corner to find my wife, holding a gun, lying on a bloody table covered in surgical implements.
I look down to the nurse, who is holding a bladed weapon with a trembling hand, and my wife shoots her in the chest twice.
That wasn't quite all of it, but it's the worst parts.
Post by: WillowLuman on May 14, 2017, 10:00:06 am
There was some girl who showed up and put in a secret code, and she seemed to be TA-ing for a prof who didn't seem to have any students, though as I wasn't in this dream long perhaps it just wasn't class time for him. Apparently they were in charge of keeping some cursed idol on campus safe but during the dream some rube stumbled across it and got cursed with lycanthropy so they had to induct him into their secret club to prevent stupid things from happening. Which was really weird because I was just standing there witnessing supposedly secret club things and no one seemed to notice.
Hmm, this sounds suspiciously like some kind of anime.
Post by: TD1 on May 15, 2017, 12:52:20 pm
....
Given I've got a new battery ordered and on the way, I hope this does not occur.
Post by: Baffler on May 15, 2017, 03:58:25 pm
Post by: TD1 on May 16, 2017, 08:17:03 am
Post by: itisnotlogical on May 16, 2017, 10:42:42 am
Post by: Rolan7 on May 16, 2017, 01:09:07 pm
So I woke up and went into the backyard... I was at my first home, in the woods. Also I could float and had telekinesis. I realized I was still dreaming, yet got a bit worried about the pee.
So I woke up at my nice big house, in Virginia. I... guess I bought this place from my grandparents? No time to worry about that, there's a huuuuge mangy-looking dog! I give it a hug. Jeez it's filthy, but it loves the affection. I feed it some bread I was eating (some baguette I ate before bed). This place is kind nice, but too big, I'm still asleep aren't I.
So I woke up at my *other* grandparent's place, real close to my dad's house. I lived here a long time, and I'm pretty sure I'm actually awake now. I sure wish dad would move some of his 4 cars out of the driveway, though. I get in my car and program it to go to [my actual real home lol] to clear up some room (I think it careens into a tree). Welp, this is fine, though I do kinda need to use the bathroom- wait why is dad driving *another* car here. Also I swear I had clothes on half a minute ago, what is going on- ohhh, duh.
Cue a friend sharing something in the group skype. I connect to my laptop with telepathy. It's a really awesome survival crafting videogame! I make a reply - shit, that's a REALLY stupid thing to say. Wait, how am I using my laptop with my eyes closed?
After like 3 false starts where I try telepathy again (It feels like it should work!) I finally wake up for real and answer Skype. My replies were still pretty stupid, but give me a break, I just woke up :P
That was pretty fun, actually! A little tour of some of the places I've lived, glad I don't have to move anymore. *inb4 this is still a dream* *no really, I'd be somewhat okay with that*
Post by: Solifuge on May 16, 2017, 02:11:43 pm
Was in a zoology class, taking a longform written test on bivalve habitats. I ended up going really long on the test, and stayed over into the next class period. As I finished, professor was handing out orientation style pamphlets to the next class (I got one too by mistake), and she asked us to flip to the page labeled 106. She explained that, for some reason, the pamphlet pages didn't "stay in order" so we might have to look for a bit. I was like "Huh, that's not normal, right?" before I eventually found it. There were two headings; "Darkness?" and "Omnipresent Darkness." Each detailed an emergency protocol for what to do in case the local area, or everything, suddenly became dark.
If it was just darkness, professor summarized that it was best to leave. If we couldn't, we should just hide until it passed, unless "The Surgeon" was coming.
She never read the "Omnipresent Darkness." heading. All there was was a photograph of a figure in an ornate robe, moving forward in a dark field. Looking at the picture, I innately understood that there was nothing that could be done, but that we were encouraged to try anything.
We then did a practice drill, concealing ourselves in parts of the room under our coats or behind furniture. During this, I was unaware that I had actually woken up in total darkness, with my head under a blanket. So I just stayed in bed with blankets over my face for almost a minute in silence, waiting for the drill to be over, or for it to turn out to not be a drill.
Thanks for the mindfuck, self. >:I
Post by: Yoink on May 16, 2017, 06:33:03 pm
Dreamed I was standing at the bell-tower of a little building at the top of a steep hill that looked like some bizarre cross between a Greek church and a colonial era plantation house, cross-shaped with the steeple in the center, plastered all over in shining white with the exception of the black slate roof. It was surrounded by a low fence made from triangle-shaped split rails jointed together in an X shape, with similar beams laid across the groove between two X's and rough but neatly piled stone filling in the empty space below. Stretching out in all directions was a pine forest draped over round hills, much like my own but not as tall, with the very early dawn sun rising off to my left. A river bisected the whole scene, and off in the far distance I could just make out an enormous waterfall feeding it from the top of bright stone cliffs. Below me I could hear a small handful of men chanting their morning prayers, and on cue I pulled the rope in the tower to ring its single bell. From where I was standing it almost completely drowned out the sound of the men below, but the sounds probably complemented each other nicely from down there or from outside. I finished at the same time they did, and started down the ladder out of the tower. I don't know what happened after that, but the scene itself is still sticking with me even hours later.That's rather beautiful.
Also, I think you were just given your calling...
Post by: Steelmagic on May 18, 2017, 11:34:55 am
For a while I was just sort of hanging out in my apartment, then through a series of events I don't remember very well, I went to a military base in some unnamed frozen place. From that point, it was some strange mix of 2016 Doom and Halo, with me fighting hordes of demons and zombies, the only really Halo part was some of the guns I found on my demon extermination mission. But I specifically remember the battle rifle and Covenant carbine or whatever it was called.
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 21, 2017, 04:28:08 am
Post by: FallacyofUrist on May 22, 2017, 09:24:07 am
No, dream me, you can't use stilts that only have one leg. Even if it tapers into two.
Why, dream me, are your underpants inside out?
Do bathrooms even look like that?
Post by: Yoink on May 25, 2017, 09:49:23 pm
I guess the first dream makes for a far stranger and more interesting story, but the second dream was certainly more pleasant to experience, even despite its frightening parts. Mostly I'm just glad to have remembered some dreams well enough to record them for a change, I haven't managed to do that in quite some time!
Edit: Cleared up some confusing sleep-befuddled wording and added a sentence I forgot to include earlier.
Post by: Rethi-Eli on May 25, 2017, 11:02:50 pm
Post by: Yoink on May 26, 2017, 12:28:06 am
Just write down whatever you remember of your dreams immediately upon waking up, it doesn't matter how vague or meaningless they seem. Then, with practice, you should gradually become able to remember more and more of them over time.
Not sure if it works for everyone, but you might as well give it a try!
Post by: Steelmagic on May 26, 2017, 03:49:46 am
Post by: flabort on May 26, 2017, 09:50:48 am
Post by: Rolan7 on May 27, 2017, 05:01:17 am
Well, in my experience it helps if you keep a dream journal.Yeah this. It's almost unsettling: Sometimes I wake up with a vivid memory of a dream, and hastily write it out as the memories fade. As I go farther, I often take more liberties (though I get the end right, since it's often the first thing I write, and the reason I write any of it down).
Just write down whatever you remember of your dreams immediately upon waking up, it doesn't matter how vague or meaningless they seem. Then, with practice, you should gradually become able to remember more and more of them over time.
Not sure if it works for everyone, but you might as well give it a try!
The other times... Did I have a dreamless night? Or did I, in that blue-green alien haze, with telekinesis and no body (http://i.imgur.com/1TKkLiN.png), decide not to record what I knew?
A few minutes later, I cannot tell the difference. I know that from looking at what I just typed 20 minutes ago, and having no recollection of it at all.
Post by: Starver on May 27, 2017, 08:28:14 am
(A number of times, recently, I have awoken and said (to myself, and in a neutral voice) "help". Not as a 'save me from this nightmare, from which I am awakening', but more that the butterfly does not currently wish to lapse into the dream that I am the man. It passes almost immediately. The pain in my right leg as I get out of bed (and only then) isn't exactly attractive, though.)
Post by: Eric Blank on May 27, 2017, 09:55:10 am
Post by: WillowLuman on May 27, 2017, 11:50:10 am
Post by: TheDarkStar on May 28, 2017, 07:58:34 am
...and I immediately start getting dragged off by something really really fast (at which point I woke up for real and can't get back to sleep for a while).
tl;dr I dreamed a jumpscare.
Post by: Bumber on May 29, 2017, 11:29:33 pm
I walked a few steps down the dirt road to the nearby railroad crossing, and was in the front of a line of people instead of cars. A metro train arrived at the crossing, and the crossing barrier on the other side lifted, but not mine, due to malfunction. I tore down the barrier. Some lady shouted something about microaggressions to me. I told her I'd show her microaggression, and smacked her with the barrier.
I got on the train and was seated in front of a crazy homeless person. He threw a candy wrapper at me, so I punched him repeatedly in the face, in order to dissuade him from spitting on me.
Then, I was near the front of the train with the President. (Not Trump. Maybe Obama or some generic movie President.) We were discussing something about Russian nuclear capability. One of the President's aids told me the President didn't owe me any explanation and we disembarked in front of an old house of mine. I fell into some wet red lilies, which had bees hiding under the leaves. They started stinging me so I tried to roll away and fell off my bed, hitting my throat on the corner of my nightstand, causing it to bleed.
Post by: birdy51 on May 31, 2017, 10:25:56 am
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My own dream today was pleasant, but odd. I dreamt I was on a date with my former love interest. I'd say Ex, but I never got a second date. Twice. It's awkward.
Anyways, we were basically sitting at a dinner table in what seemed like the lobby of a music hall. From beyond the double doors, music poured first. Naturally, some people didn't care, so they got shushed. This continues on for a bit, until someone across from me started singing recitative style with the music and carrying on a conversation that way. I joined in. It sounded good.
Can't say I remember more than that though. It's mostly just the awkward bits of knowing that I was dreaming about her again, which bothers me. I really need to find somebody else...
Post by: CABL on May 31, 2017, 10:30:16 am
Post by: Yoink on May 31, 2017, 06:21:08 pm
My dream from last night: barely remember it at all, but it involved some crazy royals/nobles and the goings-on in their castle or whatever.
The main one I remember was especially eccentric, paranoid and more prone to violence than the others. I remember him viciously beating some servant or unimportant person with his cane when they mentioned some family secret, only for them to explain (possibly with their dying breath) that he was the one who had told them about it in the first place.
In that scene he was wearing this dramatic outfit- a purple coat/gown of some sort, a grey coloured hat that was either of the bucket or bowler variety, some glasses whose lenses I believe were tinted red, and this strange, horizontal mask over his mouth, made of these angular, extravagant pieces of light metal almost in the shape of a second, larger over-mouth or perhaps some sort of beak.
It made his overall appearance rather frightening. Also he discovered time travel at some point in the dream (possibly just by stumbling across a portal), and I remember him being torn between exploring it further and attending his brother's birthday party the next day- someone, possibly either him or the narrator, said something about not even him wanting to miss the occasion.
Thinking of it, the guy was basically if a more-violent Hunter S. Thompson was transplanted from Fear and Loathing into the book I'm currently reading, haha. Except he didn't need drugs to be insane.
Wish I could remember more of the dream, it seemed quite interesting. There was a lot more to it, involving the family's inner politics and waning power, and judging by the time-travel arc spanning quite some time. Alas, I remember basically nothing except that scene. Oh and I believe the nobleman's (count's?) brother appeared to be Fighter from 8-bit theatre.
Edit: Drat, had to fix a one-letter typo.
Post by: itisnotlogical on June 01, 2017, 01:49:12 pm
Post by: Bumber on June 01, 2017, 05:15:53 pm
Bleafh! Screw dreams that cause you to roll off the bed and hit something hard enough to draw blood. Hopefully any other further dreams don't cause any injuries like that. It sounds like it hurt!Moved my nightstand away from my bed right after it happened.
Now all I have to worry about is waking up with my foot in cat barf. Yuck.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 02, 2017, 02:12:21 am
The employees' response was to let me have a soda or something that got damaged in the fight. Still no shits given about the full-grown predatory animal fully capable of killing people wandering throuh the store.
Post by: hops on June 02, 2017, 12:43:19 pm
Post by: IndigoFenix on June 05, 2017, 11:40:46 pm
First off, might be important, in my dreams in general the boundary between movies/games and "real life" is very blurred. It isn't uncommon that I will be both watching a movie and inside the movie simultaneously. So this could be a movie.
So, the dream:
I'm part of a group travelling through a world that basically looks like the far future, after the apocalypse. Humanity is near gone, most cities are overgrown by forests, and intelligent dinosaurs rule the planet. It is implied that my group was thrown into the future due to time travel experiments and we are trying to find a way back.
We are also carrying a video tape with unknown contents.
Occasionally there are flashbacks to shortly after we arrived in the future, before we know about the dinosaurs or the fact that humanity is gone. In the flashbacks, we are looking for the lab that sent us into the future, hoping it can send us back.
(If this seems awfully coherent for a dream, it's because I'm leaving out the stupider elements, like the flying sharks and the boardwalk safari subplot.)
Anyway, long story short, we eventually find the dinosaur temple time portal and are about to return to the past. Then the final flashback:
We find the lab, which has been completely destroyed. Plants are growing all over it and all of the machinery is broken. There's some signs of dinosaurs but we're still ignoring them.
Inside the lab, I notice a flickering tv with a cracked screen. There is a barely visible video playing on it. I look at it.
Slowly, I walk over to the tv.
"Hey," I say, "do any of you remember that movie from a few years back? The one about dinosaurs and the end of the world?"
"Yeah, why?" one of them answers. "That was a dumb movie."
"It wasn't a movie," I say, slowly turning towards the "camera". Behind me, the (silent) video shows the same scene, but lagging behind a few seconds. "It was a vision from the future. It's real."
I wake up/cut to black.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on June 06, 2017, 05:02:53 pm
Before Armsmaster shows up with a police dog.
Well, at least now I know Worm factoring slightly into my dream is a pattern.
Post by: tonnot98 on June 06, 2017, 06:47:51 pm
Post by: itisnotlogical on June 08, 2017, 12:21:07 pm
I went to the top of a pyramid to convince the Egyptians that they shouldn't kill my ass for bringing Aang/Moses down upon them, but couldn't think of anything to say. I retreated to my chambers, which was just my IRL bedroom. Then I switched places with Aang, and took a cough drop which let me hear my cat speak (he wasn't Ramses or Comey anymore, just my dumb cat.) I hugged him and cried profusely for several minutes before the dream ended.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 08, 2017, 03:21:59 pm
Post by: Bumber on June 09, 2017, 04:00:39 am
I was also my IRL cat and former FBI director James Comey, ...Read that to imply your cat is James Comey.
Post by: hops on June 09, 2017, 08:29:52 am
How are you even that fast though :vUh, well yeah, that's why you need to keep doing it for a while. Practice.
Sadly, I don't have time to write down my dreams in the morning... I literally wake up half an hour before I need to go to school :/
So it's just weekends... and summer. But I don't wanna think about summer...
I need at least half an hour to shower and put on makeups to begin with.
Post by: Rolan7 on June 09, 2017, 06:01:39 pm
Still dark, with a nice breeze and some early birdsong from the open window. I was clutching something in my hand, hard... I tried to guess without moving. Probably my phone. Oddly my desktop monitor shut off just as I looked at it. A housemate flushed in the bathroom next to my room, I guess they woke me up. Why is the door behind me, though, I want to look- the footsteps are wrong, they stopped at my door. Is it even closed? Gotta get up... can't...
The struggle to move woke me up for real (Can't read text in dreams :P). I was just having a daynap, which is seldom boring. Mainly odd because of how clearly I felt the thing in my hand. The senses of touch and vision usually seem pretty vague in my dreams.
Post by: Steelmagic on June 09, 2017, 06:19:58 pm
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Post by: martinuzz on June 12, 2017, 03:29:33 pm
I think I may have played Don't Starve too much lately
Post by: Yoink on June 12, 2017, 07:36:47 pm
The only snippet of a dream I remember from last night was a scene in which someone resembling Matt Lucas (the actor) began debating gender politics or some such with some hardline person with an opposing viewpoint (I think) on some sort of television show.
It was kind of awful. I think dream-me wanted to change the channel so badly it woke me up. :P
Post by: itisnotlogical on June 13, 2017, 10:15:48 pm
I dreamed I had a dick growing out of my forehead.
I had other dreams last night/just now but they don't matter in that context, really.
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Post by: Dunamisdeos on June 27, 2017, 01:55:55 pm
That was cool.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 03, 2017, 10:21:44 am
It was a very stressful dream.
Post by: Steelmagic on July 03, 2017, 02:13:56 pm
In the first one, I had a superpower. And my superpower was conjuring ice cream anywhere I please, and controlling people with ice cream. I went to McDonalds to buy ice cream (this is a physical impossibility because the machines are perma-broke) because apparently I still buy ice cream even though I can literally conjure the stuff from thin air. However, as I was buying my ice cream, illegal criminal activities took place in the parking lot, and the brave cute cashier girl went out to stop them and had guns pulled on her. So I walked out and proceeded to jam their guns with ice cream, or conjure ice cream in their stomachs and cause them to vomit until they all ran away. Then I left as well.
After that I was talking to other superheroes about her and how she was cute but wouldn't want to see me again or something, but the bad dudes came back to the McDonalds so I went with a hero girl, who apparently packs a sawn-off Carcano rifle, to stop them, and woke up as the fighting started.
In the second dream I met and apparently fell in love with Z3 (Kancolle) but she got infected by a horrible spider parasite and I had to kill her.
Post by: Starver on July 03, 2017, 05:50:39 pm
It was in the office of the ?Prime Minister?, and various staff, where the idea arose to play-act all sorts of bad decisions in front of a supposedly non-live webcam, such as deciding to sponsor an assassination attempt on French soil explicitly to further some (fictional) ends, insulting entire countries, mishandling domestic policies. All just for their own entertainment, or possibly even to learn what sort of bad things they should avoid doing by exploring the 'bad space' of decision-making.
But they were doing all this not knowing that the dead webcam they were acting-out towards was live... Totally unawares that it was going out to the actual real world.
Very strange (and stranger still when I picked up on an apparent plan to commit an atrocity in France, IRL) but not the strangest dreamgsegment overall, just the most persistently memorable.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on July 04, 2017, 07:35:07 am
Good thing I woke up before it got me. I think it's because my head jerked against my pillow in my sleep, waking me up from the noise, but I'm not sure.
Annoyingly, I've started to feel mental pain, yes, pain, in my dreams. I'm aware it's simulated, but that doesn't make it pleasant. Hopefully that'll stop happening.
Similarly annoyingly, my efforts at lucid dreaming haven't come to fruition, even after several weeks. The method I'm using is examining the world and noting how I sense it, effectively testing to see if I'm dreaming in the real world. Hypothetically, eventually, one such test will occur in a dream, and upon it failing, the dream will become lucid.
On a brighter note, I had a One Piece themed dream I'm going to use as the base for a fanfiction.
Post by: Ultimuh on July 04, 2017, 08:16:20 am
Post by: RoseHeart on July 19, 2017, 01:02:27 pm
Whether you think of extraterrestrials, you know round head with big eyes, as monsters or actual visitors I feel like this dream has insights for both perspective.
Second I have to say that I'm a person who struggles between a desire and excitement of the idea of possibly encountering such an extraterrestrial, and being extremely terrified if I did so.
Okay, The Dream...
I am lying in a bed. I do not know this room but it is a typical boy's bedroom. I get a small very small image flash like a small thumbprint and my vision of the outline of your typical pop culture alien head, it's not any sort of suggestion that I'm seeing such a thing just to kind of put my mind that this has something to do with those.
There's some strange black objects maybe some kind of discarded toys or boards or something they're leaning against the bed and I can't really fully sit up until I move them aside so I have to decide that I'm going to slowly wake up or I just fall back asleep and not deal with these things so I put the effort in and move them aside. While I can't really see the room there's a faint glow from moonlight.
So I look in the center of the floor and I'm a little bit scared because I think I might and would like to see some kind of extraterrestrial there, I'm scanning the darkness to see if I see the two eyes staring back at me. I try to imagine it but it's just the imagination it's never actually anything there.
So I imagine maybe I'll see something out the window and there's more boards and random clutter in the way so I slowly move those out of the way. Nothing.
I'm getting braver for some reason I've just had enough of this I think I probably had dreams like this in the past where nothing happened and I think it was because maybe I was too timid so I go ahead and get up and get down on the floor!
As I do so I look ahead and I see there is another bed and there is something resting on it. It's a human boy and it's... me. Suddenly I think I understand what's going on I must be the Alien!
I look to see my hands if they are strange and maybe I have less fingers and the end with a circle or something like that. I just have my normal hands, I'll be it the hands of a young boy.
There is a mirror next to the door to the room so I go to look at it, and I realize I'm wearing kind of a astronaut uniform. With a big bubble head.
And then I wake up or my dream shift to something else or something like that.
I see now I still was the alien it just wasn't what I expected.
Post by: martinuzz on July 28, 2017, 07:16:17 am
It was a slightly disturbing dream.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on July 28, 2017, 09:09:16 am
Minecraft? Loads of portals? Jumping in order to get prizes?
I don't remember it well.
Post by: Sirus on July 28, 2017, 03:28:58 pm
Like most of my dreams these days, it involves work. This dream begins as I arrive at work to start my day, but with a pretty major difference: it's mid-morning instead of early-morning which is when I usually start. I dunno if it was April Fool's Day or Halloween or what, but there were signs of severe pranking everywhere I could see. There was even a car buried up to its roof. It wasn't simply covered in a dirt pile, though; someone had dug a car-sized hole into the dirt, placed the car inside, and then proceeded to bury it until the top of the roof was flush with the ground. The ground was hard-packed as well, as though it had been done days ago.
Anyway. I look for my assigned truck and realize that it's nowhere to be found. In real life, this is when I'd call the office and try to get a new assignment over the phone. In this dream, for some reason, I decided to pay the office a visit in-person. The office is a pretty standard affair, normally; ground-floor lounging and computer area, all the managers and dispatchers up the stairs. In this case, the building was much larger and more open, like a multi-leveled mall. Instead of taking the stairs to speak to my manager, I climbed on people's desks and cubicle walls and any other handy object. No one seemed to mind.
My manager informed me that I was going to be assigned to a new truck, but it was at an off-site storage area instead of our yard. I was given a ride to my city's downtown district and was dropped off in front of a small Chinese restaurant. I spoke to the staff inside, and after a while I managed to convince them that I was there for my truck, not any food. When they demanded payment, I gave them a sack of jewels. Some of the jewels looked fake, but the staff didn't care.
The staff said that they weren't exactly sure where my truck was located, but they would help me search. A door at the back of the building took us from the small restaurant to what was either a hotel or an apartment tower; several floors with numbered doors, some of which had people on the other side. There were secret passageways that I dared not explore, and the stairs leading from one floor to the next were never the same design twice.
Eventually one of the restaurant workers shouted that they had found my truck! I came running and I saw...a closet. Just some shelves inside a door. The person insisted that my truck was there so I took a closer look and found that the shelves were just camouflage. Beyond those shelves were more shelves. And then more. And more. Until I entered this bright, modern parking garage. It was huge! Dozens of cars of every make, model, and color. Sitting in the back? Several trucks, all with my company's logo on them! I found the one assigned to me, hopped in, and started it up. The last thing I noticed before I woke up was that the odometer was set to 0. It had never been driven before.
Post by: heydude6 on July 28, 2017, 09:58:42 pm
So I'm in my old high school, walking through the hallways as a regular student when I encounter some guys near the bathroom. They say some pretty difficult to believe things that I don't remember so I decided to mess with them by pretending to be a madman who thinks he's trapped in a dream. In the middle of my act, it suddenly hits me: "I actually am in a dream!"
Then things turn lucid and I decide to take advantage of the situation. I abandon those guys I was talking to earlier and find my old crush walking in the hallway. Suddenly, as if someone flipped a lightswitch, everything became blindingly bright and the world I was in felt less real. Rather than the simulation I had earlier, everything became foggier and not long afterwards I woke up.
I've had dreams more interesting than that, but this was the only one I still remember in enough detail to post. I don't have lucid dreaming very often and it doesn't usually take too long for me to wake up, but as far as lucid dreams go, this is the closest I've ever gotten to achieving a specific goal that I set out for.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on July 30, 2017, 11:30:36 am
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Post by: Loud Whispers on August 01, 2017, 09:27:32 am
At last I made it to London Bridge, stopping short of a tunnel that would take me there. I abandoned the wheely chair behind some bins, as I no longer had need of it and using it beyond the tunnel would be dangerous owing to the large throngs of people and traffic. Walking on foot forwards I made myself to the station, encountering a friend who went by a different name to the one I know him by in real life - in the dream, he called himself Ben.
Ben and I exchange tales of the day, Ben incredulous that I had come all this way via wheely chair. He asks me if I was going to travel the same direction as him, I tell him yes, but alas I am waiting to meetup with another friend so he goes onwards without me. I misidentify someone else as my friend, before sitting down on a chair. Eventually I see my other friend and greet him cordially, we go past the ticket barriers into the underground station to go to East London. We walk past the barriers, approaching the first escalator. This one slopes down at a 45* angle and goes on for 40 steps, we stand and wait for it to gently take us down.
We walk 5 meters to reach the next set of escalators which is when I notice something strange. Ahead of me is what appears to be two men, one naked but for a dog's mask, holding a leash attached to a man wearing a dalmation gimp-dog suit thing. At least, that's what it seemed like from that distance, given great confusion because the dalmation gimp switched from lying on the step most convincingly like a dog (with a human head, granted I could not see its face, only its long hair and head outline from behind), to standing up bipedally.
Walking closer I see clearer, the dalmation is in fact a real dog wearing a rather absurd human mask, and the man is wearing a dalmation dog mask. Wondered if he was a weirdo or just doing a stunt, and tried taking a picture of him to see what others thought of them. For some reason, even when standing next to them, my camera refused to focus on them - meaning I got clear photos but they were always this distorted blur within them. We go down another flight of escalators and turn left, going to the train platform. What was unusual about this train platform was that it had two tracks, but one platform, meaning only one of the tracks was accessible by people - the other one just led off to another undergounrd station, presumably farther off. Two trains come from these tracks at the same time, and all of a sudden at this moment the man wearing the dog head and the dog wearing a man's head jump into the tracks, avoiding the first train and then the second - I only saw for a brief moment the dog squeezing into a pipe followed by the man.
The way they squeezed into that pipe was not at all natural for any creatures possessed of endoskeletons. That pipe would have only fit my arm.
I then see to my right, above, the man and dog creatures emerge from another pipe, impossibly small, with impossible speed. I, my sister (for now she was there) and my friend, look at this thing. I drag everyone out of the station to the steps seeking the nearest exit saying this is not natural, I hear over the platform speaker the operator warning there's an attack. I run up the first flight of steps, my sister holding onto a bag at my back, my friend 2 meters behind, though he caught back up amidst the throng of people. I look back to my right and see the platform packed with people, yet all the gates and glass doors were shut, meaning they were all trapped within with the two creatures. We did not look back after that point, making up the stairs, warning everyone we saw along the way to turn back because there was an attack. Whole throngs of people were turned back, and people started passing the message back to those coming down, and even when some of the groups I warned couldn't speak English they could certainly sense the urgency and the weight of people all turning back that they knew to follow suit.
With the entrance we used to get in cut off by the platform being locked, we sought to exit via the main entrance/exit. It was a lot more cavernous than I had anticipated, being a memory of Waterloo, and to my surprise I found it completely devoid of people - despite being used to the passage of thousands a day. Approaching the ticket barriers my heart momentarily paused, we three halting at the sight of all the barriers and gates being shut, guarded by armed guards. They were not police, though one unarmed police stood with them. The unarmed (for British police are by standard unarmed, which is why the armed guards stood out so much more so) policewoman shouted with her megaphone, for us to turn back and stay away from the barriers, the whole station was under quarantine and it was for the safety of the whole city that no one exited until they could send in teams to extract all the people trapped.
We turned around and walked back, when the policewoman shouted orders:
"Don't look left." I was beginning to look peripherally to the left. "Don't look right. Don't look forward. Don't turn around. Don't look at anything. Don't look right. Don't look at yourself. Don't be self-absorbed."
Understandably I understood nothing, but I didn't want to disobey the armed mystery brigade. I looked to my left and saw a quiet little passageway with stairs leading upwards, with green laser lines indicating security. I figured going back down the escalator into cramped tunnels full of hundreds of panicked people was a poor idea and suggested we all go down that passageway and wait whatever this was out. We go down the corridor, thankfully out of sight from the confusing policewoman with her unusual tirade of commands, sitting down in a quiet area where we were greeted by a lonely real estate agent. She offered us ales and ciders, her little office was stocked with water, booze and a little complimentary food, and allowed us to share in it. Periodically my friend would approach the hallway exit to observe the empty station. No one came up the escalator, even though it still worked fine, and the station remained mostly empty. We did find some wandering individuals bringing our number up to 7 though.
We shared stories until the real estate agent grew sick, and as she vomited my sister vomited and the whole sight made me slightly sick too. It was then that all 7 of us concurred that they had been feeling the same symptoms since this day, and we conclude that there is some serious disease being carried by all of us, and vomiting is likely not going to be the last symptom it exhibits - the quarantine wouldn't be so severe otherwise. I begin wiping up some of the spilt sick, trying to keep the area as nice as possible, when a new person comes in. It was 'Ben', and they had found our hallway on their own. They also seemed a bit different, a bit more... Bloody.
Understandably no one wanted to touch him, but he approached me and asked me if he remembered him. I thought that it was a curious question, thinking that he meant to ask if I remembered him. I told him of course I remembered him, he was Ben.
"It's me, Self-BEN." He attacked me and with my left arm holding his right, my right holding his left, I desperately tried to keep him off me as he tried headbutting, scratching or biting me into an otherwise less healthy state of body.
Someone tries passing me a hammer. Self-Ben takes the hammer from them. I curse at their stupidity and wrestle the hammer from Self-Ben and begin attacking him with it, using my non-dominant hand whilst trying to keep both his hands occupied, the whole thing is clumsy and results in bits of skull getting bashed in. Self-Ben does not seem to mind this state of affairs, and was likely to kill me out of exhaustion until my friend buried a fire-axe into his head. Self-Ben fell to the floor, and insanely got back up, beginning to hobble towards the hallway exit. Considering at this point half his head was sheared off it was impossible and inhuman for him to still be going. He turns around and sees me, his eyes having no hint of pain or realization of what has happened to his head, and begins shuffling towards me, arms outstretched. At which point I hammer his exposed brain and he falls down for good. At this point everyone's thoroughly disturbed, and we begin cleaning ourselves (to the best of our abilities). One of our group realizes some of the blood is his own, as he has begun bleeding from beneath his finger nails. We realize this is the second phase of the disease.
At this point we barricade the hallway and begin postulating what it is we're infected with. I posit that it's possible this disease affects the mind in a rather unusual way. The police warning, the address as Self-Ben, the creatures that made no sense - it didn't seem to be an ordinary illness from any ordinary source. Self-Ben had somehow been able to find all of us, and tracked me down because we had some pre-existing connection. I then said if this is true, then it doesn't bode well for us, as we'd all introduced ourselves to one another and spent the past few hours telling each other our tales of life. We were acquaintances if not friends in crisis, at which point the friend with the bleeding finger nails suggested we all lock ourselves in individual rooms in order to ensure we don't hurt each other. We all agreed it may come to that, but until we knew exactly what the disease did, we wouldn't be so hasty to divide ourselves. Thus one of us went up to the balcony to see if we could ask the policewoman what she knew of the disease, one of us went to explore each balcony and find the keys to each store (in case we did have to lock ourselves up) whilst the rest of us continued shoring up the barricade. We figured it would be safe to stop when we were confident the barricade would hold against what could potentially be hundreds of people, and certainly against those two creatures.
Post by: Person on August 06, 2017, 02:01:36 am
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Post by: Rose on August 07, 2017, 07:39:15 pm
The dream followed the story of a kid who got that kind of vision, as he got accepted into a group of people with the same abilities, where he joined the fight with them, and journeyed across the country, keeping this wooden knife with him, both out of sentimentality, but also because when looking at it, he could see how far its come.
The power had limits, it could only see a minute or so in the future, and I'm not sure how long into the past, but it peeked like a year maybe.
At one point in the dream, somebody converted a washing machine to use mechanical switches and dials for the protagonist, rather than buttons and a computer chip, because that was the only way he could see and use it, because any lights or display just looked blank to him.
There was also something about not being able to see embossed text, but still being able to see printed text, because the ink has a different history from the paper.
Another part of the dream had the group going through an abandoned grocery store, and being impressed how far a bag of saffron had come, as well as how damn expensive it was.
The dream had a very post apocalyptic feel to it, with lots of broken buildings from the invasion, etc.
I don't remember all that much else that makes sense.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on August 08, 2017, 07:14:12 am
Also dietary issues I don't have in real life.
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 08, 2017, 07:40:49 am
I sat beside myself in the corner and passed my youngest self a hot drink, and together we ate slices of bread dipped in the steaming brew, a warming time all round.
I awoke wondering what the significance of all that was, and was in my adolescence, panicking over some poetry assignments left undelivered and uncompleted. I searched frantically through my bag and found that all of my papers were gone, what was there instead were yellow backed books, the kind that I gave out to pupils to use as teacher. I then realized that the time was all wrong and I had not woken up, I was still dreaming. I read through the books at what was written in them, they all seemed familiar but the handwriting was such that I had difficulty reading them, though I was helped by one dream apparition that took the form of my past's favourite teacher. I struggle to remember the contents, but I do remember the emotional reaction to each piece, principle of them being joy, pity and concern. At last I found the poem I needed, and I said I needed more time to complete it. I looked at the clock though and realized my time here was up, and hurriedly wrote down the last two lines of the poem, handing it in and running down a corridor before I awoke.
Post by: Starver on August 08, 2017, 08:42:54 am
I thought I could get it back, but no.
Post by: Tomasque on August 08, 2017, 03:23:12 pm
Me, this morning... (https://xkcd.com/430/) (And many mornings. And a few too many other times of day, too.)I know it. Happens way too often to me, too.
I thought I could get it back, but no.
Post by: Rolan7 on August 08, 2017, 05:45:53 pm
I had a nap a couple days ago where I was stuck in the boonies with some kind relatives. They needed money for gas, and wouldn't take any from me, so we had to go hiking. Beside fields which were probably tobacco, though I may be filling that in. [disconnect] we found our way to the cock-fight at the speedway. No, seriously.
You best not talk bad about my relatives, and in truth they aren't so bad, but my subsconscious sure stereotypes them. Almost entirely unfairly.
(Context: I'm moving back to my family, because they need my help, and it's complicated)
Post by: Rose on August 09, 2017, 12:19:13 am
Post by: Starver on August 09, 2017, 02:05:41 am
Not the first thing that happened, but the first bit remembered well enough, some natives of the Sahara, Nagreb or whatavyer are trading with WWI (or possibly WWII) British forces, at a waterfall on a river betwixt their barren plains and the Yorkshire Moors (zooming back a bit, there were two paths to the waterfall, one for each of a pair of English brothers, the first brother (who was me) didn't make it due to betrayal, but the second (who was also me) did, or was going to, but then I started being part of the Bedouin caravan/whatever).
I am impressed that the waterfall has been covered up with sheets to protect it during filming (because this is not real, just being dramatised?) except that beneath the white sheeting there's also a heavy steel safe door (big twirly wheel!) protecting a bit of the rock specifically from the enemy. I observe all this as I wander round as a young warrior of the tribe, and then again as one of the young women of the tribe wanting to be a warrior.
*zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom* Scene change with no known connection.
Visiting "my old school" (it isn't), describable as a plate-glass school because the (empty) trophy cabinet is fronted with a plate glass door (unlike what that means in real life!). Some.. business... No idea why. Seems I'm wearing my school uniform, but not for that school (which has none, and neither did the RL equivalent after which it is otherwise entirely not based), instead for the former. For... reasons.
But now not a school, no longer at the school? It's a Youth Hostel, handy for my actual destination, some kind of convention. (I know a number of the people here, some of them know me! ...likely based upon RL convention-goers to a RL convention I regularly attend), but the plan seems to be not to use the accomadation as anything but a staging post, as I'm straight off to the venue, and expect not to be sleeping at the YH for at least the first two nights.
Convention centre. Busy, exterior public area. Corridor, like a shopping mall. Someone has set up a miniature magma flow. White. Which ia cold enough to sort-of-surf on, I discover, using a flat piece of card. He (maker of the flow) is relieved. Wasn't sure it wasn't going to be hot.
Very busy entrance to the private area of the convention. Huge queue of people who just get through the checking in before I get there, to scout about the place (no intention of entering yet, I apparently have other business) and get asked for my tickets. Fumble in the pocket, and the tickets that matter are the small tear-off tokens which are there to exchange for the VIPish tickets to the ?Monster Truck Rally? later that day (in fact 22:00 for 22:30, and it is currently morning, although it was afternoon/early evening just before that). Was not going to go inside, yet, but do so.
Massive arena, many fans. One convention-goer who recognises me (and is important, I know/sense, perhaps a VIP-proper) beckons for me to follow. Guided to a lift door that she goes through, without inviting me, then takes to go elsewhere, leaving me wondering if I should take that elevator myself, or is it just that I'm now in the right vicinity, and this was her sole intentention? Some people I know to say hello to (doubts they recognise me, standard waking state of affairs) and a refreshment area, just behind the seating. Only selling fruit? I'm looking for drinks, but there are none.
Lay down to sleep (in the area behind the seating) wake up to find that I'm in the seating (nearly front row? small gap in seata in front of me, if I'm amrow or three behind that, nominally) laid across three seats, snoozing, in an otherwise packed auditorium. People think I'm reserving seats, I think, and are happy.
Opening ceremony seems to be trying to depict the happenings at prior Conventions (the time we all heard about Brexit? Booo! Etc.) and copious use of umbrellas by the centre mob, either when indicating the time when it rained on a previous convention or because it is currently raining on this opening ceremony. I move to the centre, but not sure of the performance script, or if people without performance scripts (i.e. me) should be playing a part.
Some undefined movement (find the refreshment area again, or rather its mirror image, presumably on the opposite side of the arena, still no drinks!) and the person who I was is now sitting in the centre's barber room, in a barber chair, having just been partially shaved. This included part of my/his tight fitting dark cardigan being shaved away from the neck down to the chest (graded, though) when mistaken for chest hair, making for an interesting contrast with the (even tighter) cream-coloured tighter-fitting cardigan that is the next layer down.
*transition I don't understand, but still same locale*
Two brothers or sporting rivals. There to provide demonstrations to the convention. One, definitely, is a formula <something, maybe One> racing driver. Sibling rivalry is first brother's 'thing', but then he's usually the best. (I gravitate to being the younger brother, less acomplished, not even bothered about the rivalry, except for hoping to best his brother just once to try to put an end to this).
Either as the younger brother or as original/new spectator, witness a 'race' around the arena. Possibly an F1 car in the centre lane. In the middle lane, a horse (and jockey) tied to a pole (c.f. a waltzer/galloper), the pole moving round at least as fast as the car. Oh, and tilted vertically outwards (some time later, in an internal dream conversation between two of my avatars, we rationalise that the centripetal force on the horse would have broken its legs if done with the 'right' lean inwards, so by effectively reversing it the weight isn't on the legs - satisfies my avatars, not sure it satisfies here-and-now me). Third/outermost track was something different, and contrasting yet, but forgotten.
Back to the brothers, however. Young one gets convinced by older to take up, the challenge of racing the Detachable Dog, which seems to be their name for a wheeled dog-sled-type-thing, currently packed up on the edge of the arena. Dream enters phase of definitely being the younger brother, trying to organise the circuit being run on the DD device, including getting the true owners to help. Suggestions on how to deal with a small staircase ghat forms part of the arena circuit are gratefully received, the owners seem to have a much better idea than 'I' have.
As part of the preparations, some form of costume needed. Baking a loaf on my head is one part ofbit, it seems. (Flashback sequence: mother and daughter bakers demonstrating how to do this, despite being the middle of the night. Somehow. Somehow for everything in this scene.) Later on, decides that a pie is a better headpiece, the loaf is moved (somehow) to become superhero-style over-underpants. Discussions about this with my assistant (who, it appears, I have).
At one point, the wide, circular arena becomes a more tight-fitting circular courtroom (I may have wandered through a door into an ancillary ante-chamber) in which various lordish personages were handling permissions and petitions by my brother, not entirely to his own way. They seem to like me.
Also, possibly revealed here, is the case of a lady of my acquaintance who may or may not have been declared dead, at some point, but quite clearly isn't. Now at least. Something VIPish about her (but not the same gal who, elevatored away).
The assistant (definitely around now) either knows a secret or is being guided to one himself. Running down a long and steep and winding (S-bendy) staircase of a simultaneously outdoor and enclosed/subterranean nature, we find a locked room/area. Steel grating door, padlock, within which is a graveyard. Initially.
Has something to do with the not-dead lady having faked her death, but ?her brother? having accidentally let slip thatbshe was alive such that she had to spin it as an administrative error that she had to battle against. The reason for her initial deception was that she could not deal with the number of electronic devices she was supporting for people. And niw this graveyard isn't a graveyard, but a storeroom full of printers (...in the centre; answerphones and such on the shelves around the edges), defunct kit that the lady (being dead) could not support, and forgotten about before she 'resurrected'.
One old man (a general an heretofore unannounced person visiting this tech graveyard, but not realising that the lady now present was the cause of this dumping, and should have been held to account) mentions his printer, we take his key-fob and turn his printer on, remotely, to locate it. (In facts we learn just moments before the Sherlockian deductive action, it was(/is) a fancy model powered by an external battery pack and equipped with a fancy remote-control key-fob. Both printer and fob battery power remains undissipated since the time of 'internment'. Go, figure.)
Dream ends. And much missed out, above. There were definitely some bits with buses and trains, for example.
Post by: Baffler on August 09, 2017, 06:31:05 pm
After the tour was over, the person giving it grabbed a bucket full of soapy water and a kitchen sponge from somewhere, and told me to go and clean the ceiling above the diesel burners, which it turned out were basically a bunch of giant bunsen burners tucked into a corner. They told me they were 'decorative.' I saw nothing wrong with this. After some arguing to convince the DH there (the only employee in that section) to let me lockout-tagout the burners directly below me I set to scrubbing while standing on an enormous ladder that had been propped up in the corner for, he told me, exactly this situation. I had spent almost half of my shift doing that (and made no progress) when the person who'd given the tour came up absolutely fuming. She yelled at me for being such a fucking retard and wasting time washing the ceiling instead of doing my job, and for turning off one of the useless diesel burners. I told her that she herself had told me to scrub the ceiling, and that the stains were stubborn but I was making good progress at it. That made her so angry that she started kicking my ladder. It fell down sideways, taking me with it, but I was able to jump clear and scrabble onto one of the catwalks. I decided this was a terrible place to work and started running as quickly as I could down the catwalk for the emergency exit, but looking down I saw that the contents of my wash bucket were somehow still spilling out, and the factory floor was now covered in an inch of water and rising. The workers were unconcerned, and after shutting down their machines started trying to make the forklifts slide and do donuts, or skip the finished parts off the surface of the water. The floor manager told them to stop but they ignored her. I got to the fire exit and shoved it open, but I couldn't see anything outside because of a blinding light. I stepped through anyway and found that I'd woken up, and that the sun was in my eyes.
Post by: Frumple on August 12, 2017, 06:02:00 am
Art was basically perfect greyscale of the characters involved, had events, little side story type things, just your standard real-damn-good article type whatsit, each pair of pages with one or two scenes with said characters acting out whatever it was talking about.
Was just damned amazing. I was actually dreaming about something else -- already forgot what -- when the PoV was scanning over the related pages of whatever sort of print media the thing was and noticed the picture on the other page was one of the rhino guards resting its head on top of what small fair tent thingjigger. Immediately derailed and spent what was left of the dream looking back and forth over the stuff related to it.
Post by: Rose on August 13, 2017, 08:05:13 pm
I had to notice that everybody else had gone, frantically call my wife, find the plane, and jump in seconds before they close the door.
It turned out to be a tiny and cramped guppy shaped 3 floor propeller plane, and we were all sitting on the floor in a room on the front of the middle level, with a giant forward facing window.
In flight entertainment was provided by a second plane flying in front of us trailing a giant flat-screen TV behind it.
The front plane, which I have to assume was the same model as ours, seemed to be empty of passengers, had some windows missing (open holes) and the top level had these giant sweeping panoramic windows that curved up onto the roof.
It was showing something about Rajasthan on the TV. Lots of elephants.
Post by: penguinofhonor on August 17, 2017, 07:27:49 am
Post by: Starver on August 17, 2017, 07:52:17 am
And there were flashes in the sky. Sheet lightning, but no thunder.
(Aside: a previous bit of recollection is a "three steps backward, two steps forward" attempt to get to this place, along canal towpath and rail-side paths. I don't know how we even made progress.)
And a windsock. Specifically one "inactived" by being hung sheathing the pole (so that it indicates absolutely nothing about the wind), but ready to be deployed normally on demand.
Despite(/because of?) impending doom, we do eventually go down the trail, though. Which is more like a road. I observe that lorries going in the reverse direction are empty. Meaningful! Goods are going in one direction (ours), and this is a 'clue'.
Then I see an identical lorry going in our direction, also empty. Typical!
(I have as little idea where the dream was leading as where the dream-trail was leading. And vice-versa. But some strange themes, some quite a bit off my 'usual', even if I recognise others. Closest to a nightmare that I've had for some time, but very low intensity for all that, without scare to it, just foreboding.)
Post by: FallacyofUrist on August 17, 2017, 09:52:33 am
Then I got punched from the screen. Gnawed something.
Got back up, looked thoroughly at screen. Things got bright and I realized that I was coming close to waking up, but decided not to.
Looked into screen, suddenly I'm playing some kind of first-person shooter game where I'm providing air support.
Woke up, went back to sleep.
Now I'm running around, jumping over things that I really shouldn't be able to jump over, stealing pizza, insisting to a cop that yes, I am guilty of a crime. Cop insists I'm innocent. My attempt at getting arrested seemed to exceed the cop's mental programming in the dream. Such was irritating in dream.
Kept parkouring around with my super jumps. Utilized a kitchen towel to make things easier. Ran into barbed wire.
Kept jumping, met somebody who had no face but actually did have a face.
Woke up, realized a tune was going through my mind that I had never heard before. Never. Can't remember the lyrics, only a deep electric voice and a little whistling before the lyrics. Odd.
Post by: Felissan on August 18, 2017, 10:41:18 am
Post by: FallacyofUrist on August 23, 2017, 10:03:22 am
Also, dream forum games. Including some sort of deathmatch game where players were referred to as "Acts" from I to V in the mod post. There was art involved too, along with impossible text colors(normal colors, actually, but organized in a manner that isn't possible with BBCode). Also Mirror, Mirror was referred to as Mirror, Mirror, Mirror and the players were saying I really needed to update.
Post by: penguinofhonor on August 24, 2017, 05:38:03 pm
Lot of gardening dreams lately. Not sure why.
Post by: Starver on August 24, 2017, 09:49:41 pm
Or mowing, at least. Apparently I was indentured/otherwise apprenticed to a cricket club, and tasked to mowing some (rather strangely shaped) cricket pitches. I did it wrongly and I did it rightly, in turns, and therein lie various tales of their own, but each and every time I produced abnormal amounts of grass-cuttings.
(And loads of other stuff happened, not related to mowing, but you haven't sparked the memories of those bits quite so much, so I can't now tell you much about the rest.)
Post by: Paxiecrunchle on August 25, 2017, 11:49:52 am
Post by: Parsely on August 25, 2017, 12:24:11 pm
Can I link other dream threads and websites here?You're not a bot and it sounds relevant so I don't see why not.
Post by: Rolan7 on August 27, 2017, 07:40:46 pm
After a lot of creepy BS, we came across some fellow hunters on a road. They were uneasy, and with good reason. They tried to tell us about-
Suddenly there was a swarm of skinless, stretched, corpses. Fast zombies, with staring eyes.
All of us were terrified, some screaming, some shouting that we stay cool and keep calm..
The skinless creatures started echoing those calls for coolness, word for word but in a cold, dead dialect, as they filed into our vehicles. Constantly staring at us.
...Most of our group started to file into the cars. A few of us resisted, screaming at them. But they wouldn't listen. And we started to wonder. And I woke up at 4AM.
And I didn't get back to sleep last night. And I'm taking measures for dreamless sleep tonight.
Post by: Starver on August 27, 2017, 08:06:30 pm
Though at one point I tried changing channels, but the audio continued to be the aforementioned drama. Even as I discovered a manga-related visual channel that (despite my best efforts) I could not switch the sound over also.
I knew I must have hardwired something, and actually went around the house to try to re-override the responsible connection, but couldn't get the audio to stop. So I settled down to watch it, then gradually ramped out of my snooze back to merely being laid down whilst listening to the last few minutes of the programme. Most refreshing, actually. And as I'd timed the playlist more or less to last the amount of time I could afford to stay in bed, this Sunday morning, it all turned out quite well...
Post by: Eric Blank on August 28, 2017, 12:58:33 am
It was very confusing. I think the one village on the island was supposed to be the site of an ancient battle, hence the undead, the dragon, and the necromancer dude.
Post by: Paxiecrunchle on August 28, 2017, 08:11:28 am
Post by: Paxiecrunchle on August 29, 2017, 09:56:06 am
However the environment was totally wrong, there were boreal forests and deserts everywhere, transportation was by armored train, and the game itself seemed to either be glitches or programmed in such a manner to thoroughly confusing.
The forest itself bent into strange shapes at points such as Pune trees forming an endless tunnel from the inside, but one that appeared to be quite short from the outside. The game did simulate weather and a day and night cycle, nicely though.
And the second dream I had was about traveling to tropical after looking for gorillas only to find myself on a small island the island was cover tunes of soft light yellow sand strange objects rose from the ground these objects tape at tapered points and two rounds bulges at the top and the bottom they had pink and yellow markings around them and they grew like trees across the island.
....and I wish I could remember more.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 04, 2017, 01:06:43 am
Evrything was normal now, minecraft totally forgotten, except that i was trying to find my friends. There was a fair or something going on in town so i went to search for them and accidentally got into a fist fight with some dude i have no idea what for. I dont know what happened after that.
Post by: King Zultan on September 04, 2017, 02:59:07 am
Post by: Paxiecrunchle on September 04, 2017, 03:43:22 am
Post by: Paxiecrunchle on September 04, 2017, 01:14:13 pm
Everyone was tell me how lucky I should feel to be able to do this work but in my dream the sun was somehow trailing tiny black hole behind it that would somehow drop onto the surface of the earth.
The site was supposedly one where all of humanity has been gathered before with the artifacts from cultures all across the world, somehow.
What really disturbed though was that the sun was actually orbiting the earth in the strange dream universe that I found myself in.
Post by: Rolan7 on September 04, 2017, 01:45:48 pm
Last night's dream wasn't a nightmare exactly, more like unwelcome nostalgia. The odd part was how real everything was. I moved naturally, and felt air on my skin as I hopped out off the top bunk. There was no molasses around my legs. I wasn't a kid, but I'd woken up in my childhood home... Clearly a dream. I said so, annoyed. These dreams can be nice, but not when I'm aware of reality and the present.
She was so earnestly worried, telling me that I was already awake. That this *was* 2017 still, but the place had been expensively restored to how it had been. Didn't I remember? The idea terrified me. I tried to wake up, but nothing. I felt objects around me, they felt real. I was worrying her. She felt so real as I shoved her away. I dug my nails deep into my forearm, feeling actual pain. I was shouting.
Finally I noticed the computer screen, full of words. I tried to read them, since you can't do that in dreams. For a few seconds they made sense, and I grew more desperate. But as I focused on the individual characters, they finally turned out to be meaningless squiggles. I woke up with relief.
Post by: Enemy post on September 04, 2017, 01:57:34 pm
Post by: Paxiecrunchle on September 04, 2017, 02:05:34 pm
Toady One added new rules to the forum guidelines. It is now against the rules to argue with me, but I'm only allowed to be creative in the Forum Games and Roleplaying section.
I just looked at the forum guidelines again, he hasn't edited it for years.
Post by: Enemy post on September 04, 2017, 02:11:38 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on September 04, 2017, 02:12:53 pm
Also, I just remembered reading briefly about alzheimers yesterday (3panelsoul). It's so weird how a tiny trigger like that becomes a dream. The subconscious notices things we consciously avoid thinking about.
Post by: Yoink on September 04, 2017, 06:54:27 pm
I think I should get a separate book for my dream journal, so that I can write down any scraps of dream no matter how fragmented or meaningless. That way I can train myself to remember more of my dreams without filling up my journal with pages of messy, half-asleep, uninteresting scrawl.
Post by: Rolan7 on September 04, 2017, 07:40:03 pm
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Rolan7?fromEchoId=12431857
The dream entries tend to make me pause, and want to remember. Honestly, that half is half the reason I'm still playing.
Post by: Paxiecrunchle on September 04, 2017, 07:58:20 pm
Post by: bloop_bleep on September 04, 2017, 09:39:32 pm
No additional information needed. I simply was a penguin.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on September 05, 2017, 07:55:20 am
Post by: Yoink on September 05, 2017, 06:02:41 pm
Not that I remember most of it - just that a guy I knew from school years ago somehow became a part of my current circle of friends, some of whom I've known since my school days also. We were all at (or possibly hosting) a party in some weird, multi-storey building and the main thing I remember is the "new guy" (let's call him T) being incredibly drunk or otherwise intoxicated and sprawling headfirst out of a doorway.
I'm unsure if I managed to catch him before he faceplanted on either the walkway or a garden bed, but shortly I was half-dragging him along in the hopes of getting him home safely. It wasn't until I was at some sort of train station that I realised I had no idea where he lived (he was quite a new addition to the group after all), and so dream-me decided that the best course of action was just to wildly guess which train he might need to catch, then head back to the party and ask my friend if it was correct. ???
Nice quick thinking, dream-me. Yeah that's just a great idea.
Fortunately, though, when I returned to the party and managed to get my friend's attention - he was upstairs in the building playing some game which seemed to vaguely resemble Saints Row or something along those lines, a criminalistic open-world third person thingy with detailed character customization) with an audience of at least two possibly drunk girls who appeared to be offering input on the design of the character in-game - it turned out that T did, in fact, live on the train line I'd left him on. Phew.
Or maybe my friend just said that to shut me up, having little concern for the fate of T. We never did like him much in high school. :P
Who knows whether he would have woken up from his stupor in time to disembark at the correct stop, anyway.
Only other dream I remember is almost too fragmented to be bothered describing... a scene in some sort of foreign bar/hotel/boarding house with a bunch of (drunk?) Australian adventurers, possibly off-duty soldiers from what I remember of their outfits, who were up to various shenanigans frowned upon by the local law and that were likely to land them in jail if they weren't careful.
And they weren't careful - I think there was one guy (the "straight man" to use a tragically archaic terminology) who was horrified by the blasé attitude with which his companions were behaving - drunk off their arses, gleefully scooping drugs up their noses in the place's tiny bathroom and goodness knows what else (I don't remember, sadly), generally breaking a tonne of laws in what I believe was quite a strict little country.
Yeah, I don't really remember much of either of those dreams, but I am trying to get into the habit of recording them no matter how trivial... and I was sitting before my computer and too cold to remove my blanket and go over to get my book+pen. :-[
Post by: Eric Blank on September 08, 2017, 12:48:00 am
Post by: Yoink on September 08, 2017, 01:00:15 am
I've never played Counter Strike.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on September 08, 2017, 04:27:59 pm
Dreamt I was playing Counter Strike.
I've never played Counter Strike.
How do you know you were playing Counter Strike? Maybe what you think Counter Strike is like is really like Call of Duty, or Tastee Wheat.
Post by: Rose on September 09, 2017, 05:54:10 am
A few nights back, I was dreaming that I was going to a meet the teachers of my daughter, together with her mom who, in the dream, I barely knew.
Post by: Avarice on September 09, 2017, 06:06:42 am
Dreamt I was playing Counter Strike.
I've never played Counter Strike.
Counter terrorists win.
Haha
Me and my partner had another synchronised dream. Last one was us talking through text. This one was us in a museum.
I wonder if its me sleep talking and shes picking it up.
I quite like it being the romantic I am.
Btw how good is music and counter terrorists
Post by: Eric Blank on September 12, 2017, 12:23:44 pm
I also dreamed i was playing minecraft in what turned out to be an abandoned mall people were just living in because they couldnt afford housing. This was in a major city somewhere. I was playing with a friend but she couldnt understand that mobs spawn in dark areas and just absolutely could not light this place for shit and i couldnt do it on my own. Zombies were eating everyone as a result.
Post by: overseer05-15 on September 12, 2017, 12:28:19 pm
Post by: Paxiecrunchle on September 13, 2017, 04:08:14 am
Rumors around and it was divided into squares images on them all along the wall of the images were moving pictures from songs like I was looking through portals different places I went up to 10 start time about the evolution of plants every anniversary of unprofessional way almost like they were Alexa player going over how to put together the character build a preferred almost as if they were the plans for selves someone is talking about having a fun trip and I had Max start insulating the weather around them and made everything away and then.
They wanted to connect everything together so suddenly I became a vine that was reaching for another tree in the sunlight I was a man time and together leaving around and climbing trees.
Then suddenly have hundreds of ducks, for at least everyone calling The damn ducks, even though it was hardly the appropriate habitat for DAX dry open Woodland, and then got all the crowds get it outside to a text those duck hunters. And then I was reading a vampire Hunter D book, which I had never actually read hearing someone trying to tell the babies learn the true might be more important than the various idiotic questions that he keeps putting himself through, somehow along the way Hillary Clinton shows up. Then I have an entirely different set of dreams and often watching a movie about the life of a queen in this magnificent castle she lifted, and have a talking dog save the day, or something like that I remember it being can try stupid and fiddling with the money controls trying to turn it off but I was not successful.
I promise myself that I will not put one of my dreams through voice to text program, no matter how tempting it is for the next three months, they are confusing enough as they are.
Post by: Yoink on September 15, 2017, 12:50:15 am
This was quite upsetting, not because of the physical danger but because I've never been swooped by a magpie and was annoyed to have my track record broken - so many people whinge about magpies and talk up the threat posed to them, I've always felt somewhat superior. :P
Anyway, at first the thing just sorta went gliding languidly past me, quite close but I still wasn't alarmed. Then it went back for another charge, and this time I realised without a doubt that the unthinkable had happened and this magpie actually was swooping me. And it was determined.
So I was forced to duck, sidestep and even dive to the ground on at least one occasion as this demented bird trying to bury its beak in my head.
After being harassed by a while I dodged away from its latest swoop and continued on my way, trying to actually make some progress before its next onslaught - when I realised that it in fact hadn't swooped past me normally, but was in fact hovering a little way behind me in an impressive display of aerial acrobatics!
Before I could adjust my own tactics to counter the beastly bird's dogfighting skills it darted forward and jabbed its beak viciously into my scalp, tearing out a small-but-not-insignificant chunk of flash.
It hurt. It hurt, and I worried what kind of disfigurement the damn thing had just caused me.
Somehow though, I managed to catch the magpie before it could dart away again - this was one guerilla assault it wouldn't be escaping unscathed from. I was pretty mad, what with the physical injury and pain now added to the embarrassment and disappointment of being swooped by a magpie, and decided to break its neck to avenge my beak-battered bonce.
However this proved quite difficult even once I'd fully committed my strength to this murderous impulse (I presume this scene was based on that one time a friend of mine attempted to break a pigeon's neck - it had been mauled by a cat, 'twas a mercy killing - and discovered the deed to be far trickier than expected even after googling a guide on just how to do so), I yanked and twisted its head this way and that without much noticeable effect, then decided in mounting frustration to just generally scrunch the thing up.
I bent its back the wrong way, doing my best to break it down the middle. This sort of thing continued for a while.
Don't think I achieved any clean breaks, but eventually I deemed the bird sufficiently mangled, tossed what was left of it into a gully or ditch, and woke up.
Was quite an odd dream indeed. Not sure if there was more to it.
Might have been inspired by the usual springtime flood of magpie mames on the Australian bits of the interwebs. *shrug*
Small winged monster of a species that terrorises Australia during the springtime attacked me, despite my lifelong truce with the creatures, and was scrunched up and thrown in a ditch for its trouble.
Post by: RoseHeart on September 15, 2017, 01:02:02 am
Post by: TheDarkStar on September 15, 2017, 10:31:30 am
Post by: Paxiecrunchle on September 16, 2017, 04:18:53 pm
The stream I felt like I hated the thing even do it had not done me any clear wrong.
I also had a dream in which I was part of some soon venture game, and we were trying to travel down the road, but then all the trees start growing legs and trying to stop us, and look more closely you love it more obvious that these were just giant creatures in tree costumes, the further back they got the list tree like they looked Blakes that stuck out repair and gray and moved sort of like Gumby's horse. They have long noodle like arms and some of them had cartoonish eyes and smiles what others had fangs and glowing orbs for eyes .
Post by: Max™ on September 18, 2017, 03:11:19 pm
Hitching a ride on a circus train, like actual circus train, then got found out so we went to escape but then the chinese mafia busted in with assassin bots so we pretended we were unaffiliated with the circus, then the bots started after us anyways and at some point the Xeelee got involved?
Later while riding another dream train we were getting plinked by a pellet gun from some woods so we tracked them down and I was Hank Hill, while the missus was Peggy Hill, I suggested they never shoot at us again or I'd let her use that and pointed at the fully automatic rotating barrel pellet minigun she was holding... I tell you hwut.
Then while inside a house I don't recognize I noticed a little jumping spider party, note that I mean little party, the spiders (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oRRBPdM6Wc) were HUGE, and being adorable (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E4yLgphFlUA) so I wanted pictures but I couldn't get any of the stupid fucking phones unlocked, argh!
Post by: StagnantSoul on September 21, 2017, 12:10:03 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on September 22, 2017, 01:28:13 am
Post by: FallacyofUrist on September 22, 2017, 12:09:16 pm
Post by: Max™ on September 24, 2017, 06:16:56 pm
Best part: my brain actually emulated the physics engine properly!
*erupting plume starts*
*pause*
*kkkkKKKKKRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKTTT*
*plume billows as top of the volcano fucking explodes into the sky*
*pause*
*THBOOOOOOOMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKTTTT*
Then I must have hit the eject button in my head cause I woke up rather than see how accurately it emulated being rained on by lava and ash and such.
Post by: Rose on September 24, 2017, 09:55:19 pm
There were 3 swiveling thrusters on either side of the spaceship, and he pointed them all through each other, pretty much.
Then after it got back to the space station orbiting earth, it turns out the crew had all gone crazy and would brutally attack anybody that had even the slightest hint of being better or equal to them in any way, so the space program picked up some really young kids from poor families with space aspirations and used them to calm the crazy astronauts down. It worked.
Post by: Rolan7 on September 27, 2017, 09:04:28 am
I especially liked how falling liquids, viewed from distance, were rendered as photo-realistic. The top of the megaproject had shimmering waterfalls of water, seed oil, and lava XD
Post by: FallacyofUrist on September 27, 2017, 04:31:32 pm
Post by: Avarice on September 28, 2017, 10:16:54 pm
The dream ended.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 29, 2017, 02:27:59 am
One of my friends asks me if I'm all right, and I say yes, but they're still all looking at me.
Things take a considerable turn for the worse the next day when they begin talking. The nightmare goes on for what seemed like 4 days in a European city, wherein I started to believe I was going mad arguing with the dead - who were getting louder, more aggressive, harder to ignore and worst of all, harder to separate as fiction from reality. The pattern would repeat everyday. It seemed like I was on a holiday in this dream, and was trying to enjoy everything from the hotel to the beaches, but every sequence of the dream I grew more and more convinced that I had gone insane because I started entertaining conversation and argument with these spirits, much to the consternation of the people around me. For example often in this nightmare I would say something in response to the hallucination, and one of the people around me would act confused as to what question I was asking. In one particular instance I told them to shut up, which alarmed the people in my room as all were already quiet. On the 4th day of this I finally concluded that I had gone truly mad and I asked my friend, (whom for context, has a medicine background), if they had noticed how I had not seemed myself for the past 4 days. They concurred, I seemed considerably more distressed. Behind his shoulder spoke one of the spirits, which I ignored. Just as I'm about to ask for his help, we are interrupted by a man in a high-visibility jacket telling us we've been fined for illegal parking, breaking a red light and so on, we both indignantly reply that is impossible as we do not even have a car here, being on holiday. After we see his smile we realize he was joking, and he was just a tourist guide.
Interestingly, he points out a tower - one which I'd seen and been within in a previous dream (though it was a considerably more pleasant dream than this). I walked within the circular staircase tower, and this was the first time in the dream where the presumed hallucinations did not follow. Within this nightmare I recognized this tower as one I had been in before, yet this is a tower that does not exist in real life, and I was not aware within the nightmare that what was taking place was a dream or that I had only ever seen the tower in a dream.
The previous dream I saw this tower in, I ascended to the top in a mock pilgrimage, the tower itself being dedicated to a great chessboard whose each piece was an astral sign led by the Sun King. Within the previous dream this was all very sincere, with the tower being imbued with this spectacular, awe-inducing scale of cosmic proportions, but in this nightmare it was mundane, a limestone pillar whose very exciting quality was that it was so mundane - the tourist guide remarking that my appreciation for the tower was puzzling. As I returned down and exited the tower I noticed the astral chessboard pieces, only in this dream they were no longer composed of stars, being now human-sized statues carved of red stone, my eye being drawn to the two Knight pieces and the King. The first Knight was a Lion with a fish's body, the Sealion, the second was a fish covered in spines which I at once recognized as the Lionfish. It was at this point when I revealed that I believed I had gone just a bit mad, with my one consolation being that I was sure I had not completely lost the plot yet, but with the hallucinations not ceasing after 4 days it seemed to be more than a passing issue or fever induced vision. We both concurred it'd be best to cancel the holiday and seek help, but misfortune strikes as a storm stops us from leaving. On this final part of the dream, which had all seemed so real, I looked to a river that had been piled with three layers of sandbags all to slow a river down so as to render it safer after unusually heavy rainfall, standing under a roof which did near to nought as the rain fell horizontally from the force of the wind.
It all comes to an end when in this terrifying storm when my friend, who had been hitherto helping me, falls down a sloped riverbank and is having his life threatened by a 3 legged wolf. In between him and I, the only thing stopping me from reaching his hand, is the first ghost. I made it there in the end, grabbing his hand and cursing to the heavens how shit this all is, swearing that if the wolf got any closer I'd break its skull, defying all the dead people telling me I was going to die here and fail to save my friend - when suddenly there is no rain, I clubbed the wolf with the ghost, and my view switched to a third person of myself watching a film of myself, with the contents of the nightmare being that film I was watching with my friend. I then said the film was good apart from the strange ending, whose tone didn't match the rest of the film, to which my friend agreed. The film was a Romantic-Comedy with multiple editings, some of which I remember as being a USSR version, one under my name, a Microsoft version, American comedy version, music video, plague pastoral and about 18 other made-up genres I can't remember.
Post by: CABL on October 12, 2017, 10:57:32 am
Post by: FallacyofUrist on October 13, 2017, 06:52:23 pm
I seem to dream every night now that I repeat the mantra "I'm not dreaming" while I'm awake, but it's not helping me remember detail.
Post by: Tawa on October 17, 2017, 08:03:55 am
It began with a Dungeons & Dragons game played in a very small, cluttered room. We didn't have a specialized board, so we got out a board game board printed with something that bore a striking resemblance to Bosnia. It had no grid on which to situate miniatures, adding to the confusion. The game itself involved a siege on some kind of Serbian castle in which two Croatian men tried to sneak in by hiding themselves in a large black duffel bag.
A brief interlude then occurred. This was supposedly a scene in Everybody Loves Raymond, a show I have never watched but which I am told is awful. However, I'm pretty sure that, in real life, Raymond was not played by Sean Hayes. "Raymond" had a discussion with some guy about getting laid or something like that. A stark interruption told me that the original version of this episode introduced a stoner character who was unpopular with audiences, and I went on to view this original episode, in which some kind of stereotypical 70s hippie woman came in and shouted something along the lines of "DUUUUUDE WEED LMAO", albeit much longer.
A rather startling transition then occurred. I was talking to an old friend of mine I met a few years ago, with whom contact has been rather sparse over the years. In the dream, they revealed to me that they intended to join the military, and they would be unable to contact me until they got out. They also told me in great detail that they met a guy I knew in high school, who had apparently practically greeted my friend by describing how he knew me back in high school. The entire time I was talking to my friend, I was sitting inside a large cardboard box, speaking to them through a hole cut in it. Toward the end of the dream, I threw the box off and went over to share a heartfelt hug, but I woke up before this happened.
I realized when I woke up that my friend not only is not the type of person to join the military at all, but has several very good reasons not to do so. I also realized that the guy I knew in high school never joined the military, and in fact often made fun of the people who were tunnel-visioned on joining the military after getting out of school.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 17, 2017, 04:37:56 pm
Post by: ironsnake345 on October 17, 2017, 04:55:58 pm
I dreamed that I was playing a bizarre mashup of Mario, Kirby and LOZ.
That's about all I remember. There were mystery blocks and the main character was Link (he could jump for some reason) and the world was being attacked by Kirby bosses.
Post by: Starver on October 17, 2017, 07:25:56 pm
The whole segment with the bus that had the gelato mattress (apparently, big fans of gelato really like laying down on it) was almost entirely driven by a report about actual gelato. Except for the bit with the bus and the mattress. No idea where ghat came from. (The bit of audio that would have been played before that was about Kurdish fighters, and I didn't get much of that in there... And they never mentioned buses or mattresses. But, apart from that, the epic dream did have much of the soundtrack-driven story in it.)
Post by: Eric Blank on October 17, 2017, 11:13:32 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on October 17, 2017, 11:48:19 pm
I've remembered a lot of vivid, hyper-realistic dreams recently, but this one was a nice exception.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on October 18, 2017, 05:27:01 pm
Last night, I went to sleep with a number of radio programmes cued up to play in my earphones. It took until I listened to them properly this evening for me to realise how much the dreams were driven by what I was hearing.I think I might try this on a Friday night or something. Low volume. We'll see.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 18, 2017, 05:45:13 pm
Post by: Baffler on October 20, 2017, 11:00:44 am
The ground below me was now a nearly featureless plain of snow, though far ahead I could just see the outlines of enormous black mountains, with exaggerated sharp peaks and completely sheer faces. Between me and the mountains I could see a churning body of water, lapping up against ice floes and in some places crashing against low but steep cliffs. I was starting to feel cold now and getting colder fast, as the moon dimmed and the aurora gradually disappeared. I could see ahead then that my river was starting to freeze around the edges too, until it reached a point up ahead where it was completely impassable. I couldn't do anything to stop myself from reaching that point. I tried to paddle backward with my hands, but the water was so cold I could hardly stand it even if I could overcome the rapidly accelerating waters. Finally the front of my raft collided with the icy barrier, and whatever force kept me in the air suddenly gave out. I found myself falling quickly toward the dark waters below. My vision darkened, and I had just a moment of complete and utter shock as I collided with the freezing, salty, pitch black water. I foundered for a short while, and realized only gradually that I had woken up. That was unpleasant, but this second paragraph was a decent price of admission to the first IMO.
Post by: Kagus on October 20, 2017, 03:33:54 pm
I closed my eyes for a moment and fell a little more than half asleep, and instantly started dreaming. I'm a little fuzzy on details, but I believe I was dreaming about myself making some food in the kitchen.
However, my dream-self was completely exhausted too, and couldn't muster the energy to actually make food. So, instead, he fell asleep.
And that's how I had a dream about myself sleeping.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 21, 2017, 02:22:15 pm
Once that place was finally cleared out i had to travel to some other town where there was an invasion of zombifying monsters. They would turn everything into their slaves somehow. I fought in a canyon where i was assaulted by dozens of almost wisp-mothers. They werent entirely incorporeal, but very much nekid and magical. Lots of dying again.
My dog woke me up before the next battle was supposed to start, but apparently there was this magical local warrior famous fpr eating nothing but wood furniture like tables and shit. Dude was whack.
Post by: Paxiecrunchle on October 24, 2017, 04:51:16 pm
Post by: Paxiecrunchle on October 24, 2017, 05:14:57 pm
Post by: ironsnake345 on October 24, 2017, 06:32:15 pm
Especially the part where the protagonist gets shrunk to toy size, bites a battery and ends up having a tooth melt to the consistency of chewed taffy, and then leads the charge against an unknown enemy alongside an army of living, dual-pistol-wielding gravestones with really stubby arms.
Post by: TheDarkStar on October 24, 2017, 06:33:09 pm
Post by: Tawa on October 24, 2017, 06:40:50 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on October 25, 2017, 11:38:31 am
At one point i was driving along at night with no headlights just hoping nobody noticed and then when id parked at the truck stop to wait for the sun to rise i accidentlly touched a lever that automatically calls the cops it said something like "pull for help when drunk" or something and a couple dudes pulled up and started digging through my car and refused to leave because i pushed this lever and i dont even drink
Then the car just wouldnt start and i couldnt figure out why it was infuriating
Post by: ChairmanPoo on October 25, 2017, 11:41:59 am
Last nights dreams were all about my jeep malfunctioning and breaking down and i couldnt fix any of itClearly reflects fear of impotence.
At one point i was driving along at night with no headlights just hoping nobody noticed and then when id parked at the truck stop to wait for the sun to rise i accidentlly touched a lever that automatically calls the cops it said something like "pull for help when drunk" or something and a couple dudes pulled up and started digging through my car and refused to leave because i pushed this lever and i dont even drink
Then the car just wouldnt start and i couldnt figure out why it was infuriating
Post by: Eric Blank on October 25, 2017, 11:43:40 am
Post by: ChairmanPoo on October 25, 2017, 12:11:30 pm
My car broke down on the way to work last night. Im lucky i got any sleep at all im usually awake all nightfear of impotence, sexual inadequacy
Post by: Baffler on October 25, 2017, 12:53:56 pm
Post by: ChairmanPoo on October 25, 2017, 01:12:04 pm
Sometimes your junk breaking down means nothing more than that your junk broke down.
Post by: Starver on October 25, 2017, 06:57:30 pm
I wish someone would just weave this whole thread into a coherent narrative.I often can't weave my own sngle-session dreams into a coherent narrative.
A couple of nights ago, there was something about a Batmobile (actually, had the look of a locomotive, a bit like Doc Brown's flying train from Back To The Future III, only not steam, and definitely a Val Kilmer-era batmobile apart from that) that was 'better' than someone else's batmobile (due to height, and wimdows). And it had a kind of powder applied to its rear that resurrected/freed Catwoman in some manner (I blame my messing about with a Powder Toy-type thing, that evening before going to sleep), but this did not seem to bear any relationship with the other theme of the night in which some sort of rock-group (in mecha-suits) were playing an arena, the roof of which I was running across until I discovered a way to jump up and into a ventilation shaft to slixe diagonally down ?in my own mecha-suit? to join them. Which they were pleased about. The link escapes me.
As did the link with the second house I owned, and yet did not live in, which had visitors I was accidentally intruding upon, and the spreadsheet of flashing boxes providing information of a nature I cannot now recall (but had interesting features useful to a RL project . No coherence that I could convey, at all. Very vivid, though.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 26, 2017, 12:53:33 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 26, 2017, 05:19:37 am
Post by: Rolan7 on October 26, 2017, 07:48:20 am
I also went to a goth dance club, got day drunk, and bought some CDs which I threw at the teens. I have no idea why, but that seemed like a great revenge plan.
The absurdity triggered very lucid dreaming. I met young Morgan Freeman in some weird reversal of Bruce Almighty. I proved he was in my dream, but consoled him with his real world success.
I also had another nice conversation with a family member I can't speak to IRL, though being lucid caused that to devolve into an argument.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 31, 2017, 12:40:17 am
I had another dream today, but i cant remember anything useful. There were adorable little midget things involved or something like that.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on October 31, 2017, 05:48:23 pm
Dreamt of boarding an alien craft hovering over the earth via hot air balloon. They literally didnt see us coming.There's a book series in which two blokes did exactly what you did in your dream. Breakers, I think it was called.
Spoiler: Genuine Spoilers (click to show/hide)
Post by: Starver on November 01, 2017, 03:28:36 am
Noting that this one did work, and did not break in use. Also that it was probably only in a(n apparent) minute or so of a much longer dream, but it impressed me so much. And most of the rest of the memorable parts of the dream clearly reflected RL things from yesterday, not yesteryear.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 03, 2017, 10:55:10 pm
The dream went on for a while and i was fucking around with this magic thing that let me create tiny storm clouds and send them to other locations. So i put some down by the river and made them to snow on the mountain tops year round.
Then for some reason i was forced to flee into the wilderness to hide. So winter came around and i was still hiding out there and i had to find some food. I came down out of the mountain and i was spotted by some kids in a van parked in the snow. They didnt try to follow me but i knew i had to leave. So i took some crazy path up the valleys and shit to throw off anyone trying to follow me. Eventually things started thawing out and i stumbled upon some gated community with fancy houses in the hills. I again came upon a family playing basketball in a court by an intersection and had to hide before anyone saw me. The roads pretty much crossed all throughout the hilltops in this area so it was really hard to navigate withour getting caught. Apparently someone did spot me because they called the cops, who were searching for me. So i was hiding in one of the few accessible forested areas with just some footpaths, and i laid down some simple booby traps to slow down pursuers.
I eventually came to a housinf pad that hadnt been developed yet and camped there a little while, i think in an rv that was already there for contractors. So when the cops showed up i convinced them i was watching the place for the owner and i hadnt seen anything suspicious or whatever. Then i left the area altogether. I crossed another mountain and valley and came to a little floodplain for a creek where a farm was. To get across the flood plain i had to crawl along the side of the creek and this farmers irrigation canal. On the other side i found a hunters lodge where one other guy was already staying, and he let me stay there. Thats all i can remember.
There was another dream where i was playing a game with someone else. We were fighting around this big mansion thing, and while they were this big monster thing that could eat me all i could do was put up walls that slowed them down a while and run. So i put up walls around all the doors and windows while they were inside and climbed on the roof. The timer ran out or whatever and the gamemode switched back to sandbox. So we started hunting all the crazy bears in the game. There was a bear that lived exclusively on these stupidly steep mountains, one that had bat wings and a long ass tail like a dragon and flew around, and one the size of an elephant that lived on the plains. And we had to catch each of these. There were also smugglers living in caves that we attacked for fun or whatever.
Post by: AzyWng on November 05, 2017, 06:50:05 pm
Was in a facility that was kind of a mix between a cliche survival horror setpiece and a cliche science lab - tubes, automatic doors (that I think had lights on top) and even an AI intercom - decorated with streaks of blood and the occasional mutilated body. I didn't actually hear a whole lot of sound aside from dialogue, and I was seeing everything from a top-down perspective like it was Space Station 13.
I walked into a chamber with Nitori Kawashiro trapped inside (she appeared to be unconscious). When I approached the chamber began to fill up with water, and I shouted for someone to stop, but suddenly someone walked up to me and told me not to worry. The AI reported Nitori's death, and the corpse got swept away (it was in surprisingly bad condition, including a missing left leg).
I turned to the person who had told me not to worry, and they told me that they trained people in the use of spiders as companions. He commented on the fact that a common mistake was trying to manage too many spiders at once, noting that most of the time those people got eaten.
As if on cue, giant spiders (that looked like Garden or Orb Weaver spiders with red markings) began to rush into the room, alongside giant larvae that transformed into more spiders very quickly. I pulled an assault rifle out and started shooting the spiders. They died quite easil, and though I remember a few of them getting right next to me I didn't get wounded at all. As I was shooting I ran into another room, and the spiders didn't follow. It looked a lot like a classroom, with sets of about four desks pushed together to make tables of sorts. Most of the other classmates had their heads down, but one of them (I recognized them as a classmate, her name's Caelin) had her head up. I walked over to her and after a short conversation I don't remember, she gave me a "treasury of nursery" or something, which had something to do with restoring spent money.
I walked back into the spider room and eventually cleared the spiders out, leaving behind a large amount of messy spider corpses.
I woke up as I was about to walk up to the spider trainer and ask him a few questions (like, "How do I stop the spiders from trying to kill me?").
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 07, 2017, 06:19:54 pm
Post by: King Zultan on November 07, 2017, 07:12:11 pm
Post by: AzyWng on November 08, 2017, 12:18:31 am
It was a premonition that told you that the cheese was not lost, but was misplaced.
I read that book too. Inspiring stuff.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 08, 2017, 11:49:39 am
Now im fucking starving and i have to make the burritos again
Post by: penguinofhonor on November 12, 2017, 09:32:48 am
I was running through the neighborhood I lived in like three years ago. I very urgently needed to be somewhere that I can't remember now that I'm awake. I remember seeing a dark-colored cat. The neighborhood became increasingly maze-like and eventually the street was blocked off (can't quite remember how), so I had to bypass it by entering an apartment complex and leaving through another entrance that was further down the street.
As I left the building I saw a white snake slithering away from me, as if I had startled it by opening the door. I walked after it for a few steps but got distracted by a white cat approaching me, yowling and hopping as it dragged some sort of trap that was clamped on to one of its back feet. I remember recognizing it as the same cat from earlier in my dream, despite being a different color. It hopped up to me, I started removing the trap, and it started acting friendly. Just as I started to wonder what was going on with all the white animals, I woke up.
Post by: ChairmanPoo on November 12, 2017, 10:09:01 am
I dreamt I was imprisoned, though the prison was laxly guarded, being held in check by its formidable structure. There was however one glaring weakness, that of a small window 4 stories above the ground in the gymnasium, whose little portal was left uncovered to let in the most light. To climb up would require a decent deal of pull-ups, but nothing that wasn't feasible, least not of all by dream logic. It doesn't take long for me to reach the top and as I'm soon to take the window and free myself, I look back to see a particularly gravitationally encumbered person attempting the climb. The bars I had used to climb were breaking and falling off the wall under their weight, and they were going to plummet to their injury in short order. I thus had to choose, to leave now or to return to aid them, and so I returned to aid them - lamenting as we both fell, the bars being ripped from the wall thus rendering any second climb now impossible. Yet I did make a new friend, so all was not lost.Do you think it might be related to brexit?
Post by: Hanslanda on November 12, 2017, 11:46:03 am
Slowly we got picked off one by one. Some of us were physically assaulted, ripped apart and/or eaten, and some were, for lack of a better explanation, subsumed. The one that died before me was particularly bad. We were running and he just stopped. I turned and yelled for him to run, but he just smiled and then his face and body became something else.
Imagine a human shape made of curving, interlocking pieces of plastic-like material, visually similar to bone. All the individual features are separate pieces, and all at once the human shape unfolds and sort of collapses into itself, both steps repeatedly until it disappears, leaving behind a fleshy, shadow oozing appendage connected to an insane fractal tesseract creature of flesh and shadows, which despite it being impossible and alien, is still recognizably smiling with cruel glee.
And then I realized that there were many of them, all around me. Watching me and waiting.
Post by: Xantalos on November 12, 2017, 12:53:11 pm
Family and I pull into a parking lot at random in the inner city. I'm wondering what the hell we're doing here when my father gets out and starts talking to these Albanian guys, and I can hear bits of their conversation, mainly the words 'size' and 'potency'. Naturally I'm suspicious, so I get out of the car to see what the fuck is going on and why he thought it was a good idea to buy drugs off of Albanians in a parking lot ... in the middle of the day.
So they go behind their dinged-up blue van and I follow to see them unloading the biggest sandwich I've ever seen in my life from the back of the truck. The thing was like 6 feet long, pre-sliced, and shaped like a chicken leg. It had (metaphorically speaking) enough lettuce to make a tree and enough salami to assemble a pig out of. I ended up helping my father load the sandwich into our car and then we drove off, with him commenting that he was glad those guys still sold the sandwiches, because they were his favorite snacks.
TL;DR what I initially thought was a parking-lot drug deal at 2 in the afternoon turned out to be some Albanian guys running the weirdest sandwich operation I've seen thus far.
Not entirely sure what to think of that.
Post by: Rolan7 on November 13, 2017, 09:08:33 am
It could have been scary (Slenderman-style jump scare games put me on edge) but the crafting made it fun, also I knew it was just a game (not that it was a dream though heh).
At the end I used an oar to slide a dead squid from the water, fending off two remarkably amphibious octopi. I was planning to eat it, but woke up ):
Post by: Eric Blank on November 14, 2017, 06:43:59 am
Post by: Rolan7 on November 15, 2017, 11:16:29 am
Didn't get to the actual ceremony, it was mostly pre-planning and then enjoying a lavish catered dinner with lots of family members and strangers. Huh.
It also took place in the mountain city I just finished moving out of (was up till 6AM driving). Heh, figures. Still, remarkably nice dream for being so social. The food was very good.
Post by: Ultimuh on November 16, 2017, 07:57:55 am
In my latest weird dream, I was with some acquaintances of mine on a road trip on a bus.
When we arrived to some town, it felt like some sort of tactical FPS, with the enemies being zombies in heavy riot gear. And just not any kind of zombies, but the kind that is capable of thinking and knows how to use guns for some reason.
And before I knew it, I was throwing weird naked clones of myself off a jagged cliff,
them having Skyrim ragdoll physics didn't make it any less weirder.
And all the clones seem to be quite nonchalant about me throwing them.
I wonder What would Freud have to say about my dream, should he have been alive today.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 16, 2017, 04:49:42 pm
Post by: Spehss _ on November 17, 2017, 07:32:33 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on November 17, 2017, 08:43:53 pm
most terrifying
spot.
Two nights ago, outside a Waffle House. I started awake from a much-needed nap, keyed the ignition, and rejoined the freeway.
All was well for 3-60 minutes.
My brakes didn't work. I pulled the emergency brake, but still slid into the
Outside the Waffle House, at 3AM. I started awake.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 18, 2017, 12:17:14 am
Post by: Dunamisdeos on November 20, 2017, 02:48:43 pm
Post by: deathpunch578 on November 20, 2017, 03:13:55 pm
so in the dream she is sitting in a car (for some reason she is always naked in the backseat), the car is being driven by a dog, and they're driving through the desert. every time she has that dream the car is different.
I've been having super terrible and disturbing dreams lately. Anyone know how to stop that.man, I wish I knew. my aspergers is keeping me up with bad dreams like that.
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 20, 2017, 06:26:53 pm
Do you think it might be related to brexit?It would make a nice allegory wouldn't it? To clamber for escape but turn back to help others, but imo it would need more Boris dressed as the grim reaper. I've only ever had one dream related to brexit, and though I can't remember when it was, it was simply a replay of the day the votes were being held: And I dreamed I was as I was back then, sitting by the window, seeing the rain pouring down over the night and the black lake, shining under the streetlight, as I drank my tea wondering at what was to come.
Post by: penguinofhonor on November 22, 2017, 05:55:41 pm
In real life, I had a few dollars fall out of my pocket this week, but nobody stole it. I guess my mind wants me to be more paranoid about that.
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 22, 2017, 07:39:06 pm
Post by: Yoink on November 22, 2017, 09:30:05 pm
Spoiler: weird dream about a movie I've never seen, spoilered for length. (click to show/hide)
I should probably watch the real movie now...
Post by: Eric Blank on November 23, 2017, 09:56:51 am
Post by: Spehss _ on November 24, 2017, 09:45:54 am
I was in the crowd. There was also a cute girl in the crowd. We were kind of "chasing" one another. There was this strong unspoken feeling that I should sit next to her. I'd see her, move over, take a seat next to her, then blink and she'd be on the opposite side of the room. She'd move to sit next to me, then blink and I'm on the opposite side of the room from her. The mood grew more and more frantic as this went on.
Finally, we managed to sit next ton one another. She's got blonde hair and bright deep green eyes. We stare into each other's eyes. We're about to speak ... then my alarm went off and woke me up and I realized she wasn't real. I was very disappointed.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 24, 2017, 01:00:19 pm
Post by: Dunamisdeos on November 24, 2017, 03:50:20 pm
My response was to switch his plane ticket to France. Then he was stuck in France.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 24, 2017, 07:15:54 pm
Post by: TD1 on November 24, 2017, 09:28:45 pm
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on November 25, 2017, 04:21:50 am
Last night I dreamt that I went to the zoo and some guy who worked at the zoo was being mean to someone, I forget who.truly the most horrifying fate imaginable
My response was the switch his plane ticket to France. Then he was stuck in France.
I was woken by my alarm, but it was going for ages. Dream-me thought it was just some git stealing my magic.
Yeah, my alarm often works its way into my dreams. Sometimes there's just a random alarm clock, but more often it's some kind of disaster happening and the alarm is letting people know. Floods and fires and angry dragons and rampaging Slaughterhouse Nine are a great way to start the day... not.
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 25, 2017, 05:53:24 am
Post by: penguinofhonor on November 25, 2017, 08:41:52 am
Post by: TD1 on November 25, 2017, 12:14:33 pm
Dreamt people kept calling my name, and every time I asked what did they want they would reply in no other way than to call my name. Soon I awoke and found my cat curled up besides me, meowing in his sleep.Revelation: Cat was dreaming that its cat-friends were calling its name.
Post by: Spehss _ on November 25, 2017, 01:38:58 pm
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on November 26, 2017, 10:47:10 am
(disclaimer: most of the example activities are Made Up as I cannot remember the actual things, but I think they have the same tone/feel, so that's okay)
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 26, 2017, 02:56:37 pm
Dreamt people kept calling my name, and every time I asked what did they want they would reply in no other way than to call my name. Soon I awoke and found my cat curled up besides me, meowing in his sleep.Revelation: Cat was dreaming that its cat-friends were calling its name.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on December 01, 2017, 07:39:45 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on December 01, 2017, 10:50:01 pm
I was a tiny lizard at first, in a cave from which a spring erupted. Just inside of where the spring erupted from the bedrock was where my artifact was hidden, but the cave had two entrances, one into the mountain basin and one at the foot of a slope just outside the basin, where a wide, flat valley surrounded by horrifically steep, spiky cliffs had a path up a scree slope to a smaller hanging valley. There was a lynx or something wandering through my cave, and I was supposed to be wary of it (I guess it would eat me?) and so I instead left the cave and climbed the path up to the hanging valley. At some point I became a normal human. In the hanging valley there was a domed structure with huge holes in it like a suspended honeycomb shape, and inside that dome I found some green rocks with bubbly bulges I grabbed and mushed together. This summoned a huge dragon with vitreous green scales. It talked to me and we tried in vain to also resurrect its mate/wife, but then turned to architecture of a sort.
The dragon taught me how to create channels in the landscape and summon springs, much like the valleys we were in. This also left some hanging stone bridges you could walk across. At some point my girlfriend joined us, and then we tried again and successfully summoned this dragon's girlfriend. They then flew off and some creepy dude tried to sneak up and grab us so we abandoned the place. This was apparently one of the people looking for these artifacts, and he wouldnt be alone, so we split up and I ran down into the valley to a roadway where I grabbed a bike.
At this point I was Harry Potter, like literally looked like Daniel Radcliffe. So as I rode this bike down the road I met a family from China or something, and they helped me butcher a deer someone else had run over so I could have dinner. But then the cops came barreling down the road with lights flashing and the family drove off and I had to ditch the bike and run. Then a huge airship appeared overhead. They had this red light pulse sensor that could register the shape of the human body, so I ran up into the hills into a very snowy area or a glacier or something, and found a cave to hide in. I discovered along the way I could trick the sensor if I adopted a shape that generally didn't resemble the human form before the pulse fired, which was forewarned by the area lighting up slowly. But that didn't work so well anyway and this glacial stream cavern was a dead end, and the cops came in and found me. At the head of the stream there was an artifact, so they claimed that too. They hauled me up to the airship, where I found that family had also been captured, white VW beetle and all, and stuck in a holding cell near the hangar entrance. This thing was a massive aircraft carrier, apparently it even had a proper flight deck topside.
So we kinda hatched a half-baked plan to escape from our cells, strap on parachutes (me to myself the family to their car) and jump off the carrier before anybody knew we had got out. It worked, kinda, but I landed in an open field below the carrier and had to run to cover. The cops/carrier sensor couldnt find me for whatever reason so I waited until they moved on to search further up the valley and then ran into a nearby village. This whole place was under the control of a military dictatorship apparently, and the cops would just pluck people off the street on false charges to put into labor camps for the duration of their "community service" sentence, which was thankfully pretty brief. I got caught and dragged off like that twice more before finally managing to sneak back out of town and farther down the valley. There I found another place to hang out, a small city-state called Alex's Domain or something, literally run by this Alex guy, who wasnt as big a cunt as this other dictator. In this case there was actually a lack of law enforcement, so people were kinda expected to take care of themselves. But they had some basic infrastructure including roads. I climbed up onto a cliff where there was a sort of inn and airport for VTOL craft, and spent some time there. Then I got another parachute or jetpack or something and jumped off the cliff into the hanging valley below it, where there was a series of houses.
I ran into some criminals and got killed, which made the simulation/game reset to just before I jumped off the cliff. So I did it again and this time went a different route, exploring the valley and talking to the people and breaking into and looting the abandoned houses, some of which were just full of corpses and goats for some reason? The goats werent the threat though apparently they left me alone and just moped in their cesspool houses. So then I wandered into a subterranean labyrinth that turned out to be the true capital of Alex's Domain. There was a huge fight going on against some alien/human alliance that was trying to wipe everyone out, my girlfriend was there again and we got involved. Got cool armor, looked a lot like the MJOLNIR armor from Halo the spartans used. So we fought for a long ass time and kept getting killed and resetting the simulation, mostly because my girlfriend was goofing around instead of participating. We won/escaped further below ground though and I then screwed around in there until I could steal a work pass that would let me move around freely in the factories and shit. They were apparently breeding alien dinosaurs.
They resembled dinosaurs superficially, but apparently they were the native wildlife of this planet that had been wiped out when humans showed up, because earthly flora overtook the native flora and of course most of the herbivorous animals couldnt eat terrestrial plants, and so starved, the ecosystem collapsed. It turns out not only are a lot of the megafauna dinosaur shaped, but those dragons were literally the native sapient species. But most of these critters (and plants) were still very much alive, just "hibernating" in a sense. So that resurrecting the dragons was more like waking them up. Alex's project had been to restore the native flora by breeding strains that could compete with terrestrial flora and then waking up and rehabilitating the rest of the hibernating organisms. The artifacts scattered around were apparently created by the dragons and important to some of these species' ability to resurrect. So we worked on that for a while. I think then my alarm went off because I don't remember anything further...
TL;DR WE WERE THE ALIENS THE WHOLE TIME AND WE WOKE UP THE DRAGONS BUT THEYRE COOL
Post by: deathpunch578 on December 05, 2017, 03:30:57 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 05, 2017, 03:32:22 pm
Post by: Yoink on December 08, 2017, 04:54:16 pm
Spoiler: spoilered for length (click to show/hide)
Tl;dr: Living/staying in huge, spooky ancestral manor, bedroom is filled with sick, rescued crows that may or may not be dying of horribly infectious diseases and amuse themselves by tormenting me mercilessly, have horrible nightmare in which my character is repeatedly and simultaneously murdered via stabbing+disembowellment, wake screaming in panic and flee to mummy where I receive a rather lacklustre amount of sympathy and then have to chase around after a cat with poorly developed self-preservation instincts through this vast and dangerous building.
One of the most interesting things about the whole dream was how easily I could identify what seemed to be the irl factors that inspired various elements of the dream, but I've been writing this for a while, am kinda cold and kinda want to get up and make some toast and coffee as I try to recover from such a frightening, un-restful start to the morning. >.>
At least my housemates aren't here, in case that screaming I tried to do in the inner dream made it right through the outer dream and on into reality, haha..
Edit: it's a good thing I accidentally thumbed in an "M" instead of a full stop at the end there, prompting me to come back and edit. I had no idea how long this post was, it probably would have been quite a slog to scroll through without a spoiler!
EditEdit: Oh yeah, and luckily I didn't turn out to have shat myself irl, despite the prevalence of shit in dream-me's trousers. I just woke up needing to poop.
And no, I wouldn't lie to you guys. Besides, having literally shat myself in the course of my nightmare would have simply made it all the more shocking, haha.
Post by: IronTomato on December 10, 2017, 09:26:50 am
It was terrifying.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 10, 2017, 03:05:35 pm
I pressed ctrl, alt and del, using the arrow keys to select 'sign out.' As soon as I hit the enter key I woke up.
11/12/2017
Dreamt I was on an cruiseliner, going incredibly fast and I was not dressed anywhere nearly warm enough for such speeds. I did not use the bar for I was concerned as to why there were no prices, seemed like one of those things where they'd bill you inordinate sums of money. Couldn't find my own cabin so I stayed above deck, saw the cruise liner narrowly escape hitting the back of a destroyer, before going down some willy wonka tunnel. And it went down - like a submarine, still functional going through this tunnel.
15/12/2017
Dreamed a great christmas carol competition, taking place in a big auditorium.
Post by: Yoink on December 13, 2017, 08:51:20 am
Spoiler: long rambly writeup of last night's dream (click to show/hide)
Tl;dr: Was playing a game that followed the main character on some sort of music-heavy school trip, he joined a student band with a passably brutal/ridiculous name, played an impromptu late-night gig on a wharf within the camp/campus in the hopes of impressing the cute student coordinator, accidentally summoned some horrifying beast from the depths by way of death metal and had to take evasive action whilst trying to figure out how to open my inventory.
Also, there were sick rhythm game parts. Oh, and the game was apparently a sequel, and the enemies I'd made in the last game/trip were massing to get their revenge, but I woke up before I could have a showdown with any of them. [/Tl;Dr]
I hope this makes sense, I am now falling asleep as it is just about time to go to bed and have weird dreams all over again. Maybe there will be another sequel!
Post by: FallacyofUrist on December 13, 2017, 10:47:01 am
Post by: Starver on December 18, 2017, 07:25:14 pm
So now I'm playing a game. Some sort of resource/builder, like Warcraft or... well, I'm sure there's a more relevant game of the kind that I've played sometime in the last two decades (it has some similarity with the original Settlers, also, without the paths'n'flags bit). I'm minmaxing my exploration, over-reaching with vulnerable scout-level units out over the fog-of-war edges, with a bare minimum of resource/defence buildings deep back in my territory.
I meet the enemy and... Units lost! Territory lost! Only a thin strip of land now with glowy "can place buildings here" indicators. And I need to build a new HQ castle-type-thing quickly (the territorial incursion has nullified my old one, apparently it isn't of the traditional "counts as a territory-holder until destroyed" kind, but was more "lost if left outside now-reduced territorial claims" like a resource building, however otherwise special) or the game is lost.
I do. And then I queue up two types of 'tank' (medieval siege-engine things, but basically tanks) expecting them to take longer than I have to get the production to kick in, and investigate the rest of the unit-menu. From my prior explanation, I've earned a number of levels of upgraded ability. I had one unit that had "+100%" (presumably of attack ability) on sand, I recall, but now when I check all I can find is +100% for Earth, then (I must have missrd it) also a couple of unit-types that are +500%. Woot!
But it's not the mobile generic unit-types that I'm interested in, right now. I need defensive buildings against the further advance of the enemy wavefront (though I note, by now, that both short-range-big-punch and long-range-medium-punch 'tank' units are moving, behind the dialogue). And in that regard, I only really have one choice. "Fire Pit". Seems to be a "flame-thrower firing range" thing, which logic dictates is nothing more than a training/R&D structure, and in one of the few "glowly buildable spots" (the wrong side of the new HQ, because build-space on the enemy-facing side seems to be reserved purely for farmland perhaps left over from my prior expansion, amd unbuildable-upon) IRL it would be obscured by the stone walls. Still, it's my only option, and the apparent ranged-attack of the building obeys classic 'no friendly fire, despite how the graphics look' mode, and seems to be able to spray fire the full distance over the building, to protect the area (inefficiently).
Oh, and lookee here! "Special" units. Named for people. Like specialist advisors (a la Colonization or something), to which I can subscribe to 'building' one and only one.of each for some bonus or other. And they all seem to be under the single heading of 'Romanians' (for why?). A few foreign (presumably Romanian!) names that seem to represent cultural heroes of their own region. Then an actress I apparently know of as British (and modern!), but it seems her bio includes being a childhood immigrant from Romania, in a cross between Kindertransport and (Vietnamese!) Boat Person story. So, logic. And then a comedian. Utterly British. Bonuses seem aligned to performance-based things, which I try to investigate...
Except that I lose contact with the game! I'm playing via a kind of hand-held KVM unit that pipes the computer video and a TV signal to me, and itself seems to be acting as keyboard too. Up pops a film (that seems to be Flight Of The Navigator, only with not... The bit with the semi-invisible dragon landing in LA after carrying two blokes there doesn't seem to be part of the film I'm expecting) that I wouldn't mind watching, but first I have a running game to get back to!
Switch back. Not running. Yet it is. Trying Ctrl-Escape and Ctrl-Alt-Delete on the (non-qwerty) KVM-pad-thing gets me all the usual process-list/running-programs info, and the executable I want is running. Not only that, but I can tell (because it's in a boldfont?) that it's foregrounded. But it isn't. Hmph. Fiddle with a few more things. Go to the orivninal machine (within reach) and try that. It's running and active, but the game is now pilotless. And I spent so long noting down all my options... *kicks self*.
So, back to the movie. Which is still not Flight Of The Navigator, annoyingly. I double-check on the on-screen EPG, but can't in any way determine how what I'm watching matches what I ought to be watching.
And then I wake.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on December 19, 2017, 10:57:20 am
Post by: deathpunch578 on December 19, 2017, 11:38:51 am
all that happens is I wake up in a hospital, I then message my friends over discord "hey hows your day, my pancreas fucking exploded".
Post by: Rolan7 on December 22, 2017, 12:01:45 am
Cut to earlier, living at the old house again (male now). FBI visited and wanted to search the house. I was conflicted... I think it was hiding it in my room, in my computer maybe, and I didn't want them to find it, except I had a strong feeling of dread from the first dream. One of the agents, handsome, found something vaguely suspicious and I held my hands behind my back until he reluctantly cuffed me, though loosly.
But we still had to go to a school event - Foreign dignitaries from the USSR were visiting! The feeling of dread came back, and I think they glanced at me occasionally. Might have wanted my secret friend for military reasons (typical captive-xenomorph BS). [FRIEND] was around at this point, chatting with me about the dignitaries, though [BROTHER] was present at the house of course. He didn't do anything of note this time, fortunately.
We filed into a computer lab, with me still cuffed, but the agent was clearly bored and maybe weirded out. He uncuffed me and told me to relax, which made the dread rise sharply as I realized I'd bring about the first dream. I tried to at least sit near him, but he reclined across 4 chairs to stop me. Resigned, I wandered off.
I sat at a computer which briefly seemed to be glitching, but then was fine. The person next to me was playing SS13! I asked his username, but I didn't recognize it from tg. Basically he played on the school (bay12) server. He was explaining the game in an entertaining way, and I started to feel like everything was fine.
Then my computer glitched very obviously, somehow the genesis of the "monster". To my dread but also pride and sick joy, I had created it after all.
I half-woke, with a hazy system terminal in my mind's eye. There was an "illegal operation" message, with a 5-digit memory address (I distinctly remember the 5, it was a bizarrely retro... virus? heh. This was clearly inspired by installing Lubuntu yesterday.) I could read the digits, but couldn't remember them. I tried speaking them out loud to remember. As I did, they switched to F.
Predictably, speaking the code resulted in the creature... being there. It wasn't a shock or even scary though, I was aware I was leaving the dream. It was simply there, in my room, then I blinked the sleep from my eyes and it was gone.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on December 22, 2017, 09:35:14 am
~~~
May be making progress towards lucid dreaming? I realized I was dreaming near the end of last night's dreaming, and exerted control... oddly, this caused most detail to vanish, but might have enabled me to feel pain in the dream.
Post by: Yoink on December 23, 2017, 03:16:44 am
I remember trying to photograph the scene with my current, $15 phone, but its camera failed to do such a sight justice.
Other than that I vaguely remember nervously switching carriages (I had been in an empty one) after noticing a fearsome, heavily-armed force of soldierly types rocking up in black humvees to the station we were arriving at. They didn't board the train, but they certainly menaced us.
In the carriage I moved to, I briefly spoke to another passenger who happened to be wearing the same "colours" as the soldiers we passed, and he confirmed that he was a part of the same organization. I think they might have been some sort of skinheads?
The dream ended shortly after that, before I'd managed to come up with any real plans for my continued survival.
There was quite a bit more to the dream earlier on, including, presumably, just what disaster had struck to cause such a strange, partial collapse of society whilst other parts remained intact. No doubt the dream was inspired at least in part by The Day of the Triffids, which I read recently.
From earlier on I seem to vaguely remember going shopping with someone, and being asked if I was a virgin. O.o Wut.
The main thing that sticks with me from the dream is the sight of that forest, seen from above, with fierce, overflowing streams of white water rushing through it and mist filling the air above. That was pretty cool imagery. Wish I could remember more of the dream.
Post by: Spehss _ on December 23, 2017, 12:51:35 pm
Dream ended as I was lying on the floor with blood pooling around my face, hands scrabbling around feverishly like an animal for another gun to finish the job.
Probably one of the darker dreams I've had. I'm surprised I didn't wake up from the initial act of shooting myself.
Post by: Yoink on December 24, 2017, 05:25:09 pm
Instead of being tiny and terminated by the brick wall of the garage, the yard just meandered along without a fence and petered out into this flat plain, mingling with the backs of various other properties. At one point around dusk I noticed a blinking coloured light off to one side, and realised it was some sort of laser-light toy someone had left on one of the graves.
This realisation in turn made me realise how odd it was to have graves in my backyard. I paid a bit more attention to them, and realised there was a whole small cemetery back there, seemingly forgotten by all but a few. Large, once-grand old stone sarcophagi and tombs, now crumbling and moss-coated amidst this charmingly desolate landscape lit by the last dying rays of the sun. There was also a small playground built in this waste ground, with a slide and everything; some of the play equipment was almost touching the tombs, especially the see-saw which seemed like it would very nearly clip one if used.
It was a very strange and mysterious sight.
Also in that dream, I seemed to have a lot more cats. I recall at least four just in the part of the dream I remember, when I went back inside and prepared for bed. They were a mixture of my IRL family's cats and wholly fictional ones, and all were extremely cute and getting up to various adorable shenanigans. Pretty sure that dream ended with me going to sleep surrounded by two of the more docile ones, after having to break up at least one potentially-nasty confrontation when they came face-to-face with the more rough-and-tough cats in other parts of the house. It was nice. ^-^
Then, at the expense of really getting much rest at all, I had another dream (or it may have followed on from that one?) where I was... ugh this is going to get confusing, I was reading a book (or possibly just imagining it?) by some revered author/philosopher about another, much-older book (or perhaps it was a film?) that may-or-may-not have been based on real events, in which he followed a different character to the original work after they parted ways with the main character.
It was somewhere in the early-ish 1900s in some mysterious backwoods place in North America, and apparently it was supposed to involve greasers/the origins of greaser culture at some point even though I never saw any in the story itself? Maybe I read a snippet from later in the book, or a blurb or something. Anyway, it had a hardscrabble rural setting, bleak family life, some unpleasant goings-on within the community, and an older brother (or maybe an uncle or something idk) trying to talk the young protagonist of the original out of killing some douchebag who was troubling them.
For a moment it seemed that he'd succeeded, the youth backed down from the confrontation and went off to talk things over with his brother (one of whose arguments was that their elderly mother would struggle to feed her cat by herself or something), but before long he walked back into shot after his antagonist (who had continued shouting abuse as the lad left) and shot him, off-screen.
After that he had to flee the region, and the dream ended (and the main part of this imagined book began) with the older brother sombrely loading the younger into a car on a long, isolated road through the deep woods, set to take him out of there and into a new life. As he was driven away, the older brother conjured a stetson out of seemingly nowhere, completing a rather dramatic appearance, and strolled across the road to investigate some house that was there.
Then I woke up, far, far earlier than intended and couldn't get back to sleep. Thanks brain.
At least they were interesting dreams, even if I don't remember much!
Post by: Rolan7 on December 28, 2017, 11:20:42 am
I dreamed I posted the above in the Fallen London thread as fact, then got worried when I realized I only dreamed it.
I dreamed I was in the WH40K Imperial Navy, landed on an exotic planet and explaining to a commissar about the local fauna, specifically massive unfolding mosquitoes. Dreadful looking, but too large and fragile to be much of a threat if you saw them coming. As we talked, two attacked, and I simply punched off their heads and crushed them with my heel. They were like flying crayfish, really, with firm shells and far too many arms.
Waking up briefly, I decided the perfect local name for the bloodsuckers was "Skitarii".
I dreamed myself into the setting of The Crown, from having been binge-watching it. As a lady reporter I infiltrated a sprawling university building, bluffing my way past guards, to listen in on a table of academics discussing a much-anticipated breakthrough. I pulled a laptop from my handbag and got started on my article.
I'm not sure where all the nightmares went, but this is awesome!
Post by: Spehss _ on December 29, 2017, 08:37:25 pm
I dreamed the Nazis invented 3D printers and used them to win the war. The dream included "ye olde blacke and white WW2 footage" of Hitler observing a 3D printer like Kim Jong-un looks at things.
Post by: nenjin on December 29, 2017, 11:29:11 pm
Post by: TD1 on December 29, 2017, 11:35:20 pm
Dreaming in ASCII is rather mind bending.
Post by: deathpunch578 on December 30, 2017, 01:57:15 am
I've had a few. Even DF ones, though they were weird.Dreaming in ASCII sounds like a book title, what that book is about is up for debate
Dreaming in ASCII is rather mind bending.
Post by: Ultimuh on December 31, 2017, 12:50:50 am
They were supposed to be acupuncture needles, but clearly looked like sewing needles of varying sizes.
As someone who has a phobia against sharp/point things penetrating human skin,
this was quite the distressing dream for me.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on December 31, 2017, 12:38:01 pm
I instantly jumped in to save him and basically threw him out like it was nothing. But I felt like my heart was racing and I have been very very scared because in the dream it somehow seemed that if I didnt respond so fast he would drown very quickly.
Now it does not seem to scary but when I woke up in the morning I was still mildly terrified for life of this fictional boy.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 31, 2017, 01:33:46 pm
As a yak-man it seemed I was more resilient than expected, and did not die. This allowed me to run along the tunnel and escape in a section where the tunnel emerged above ground, clambering above a chainlink fence. The rest of my dream was spent using my gained riches to hire a small boat with which to sail the river Thames, only I found that later on in the course of my sailing (which was marked by sunny weather and five crew members who seemed to not care that I was a yak), I found the river had dried up. It was beginning to decrease in height until I could even begin to see the muddy riverbed. There was just barely a trickle of water left before my boat was thrust off a waterfall (really, by this point, a muddy cliff) and into a lake. The lake on the other end could scarcely be called London as I emerged, as the trees were arid leafy things, with small leaves meant to catch a hold of every bit of water they could. Immediately to my left, a turtle the size of my ship paddled menacingly towards us, but never close enough to impact us, paddling with 8 flippers. It splashed me with water, one, twice, and a tourguide manifested on board my ship to discuss what it was. Then I awoke from this dream.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 02, 2018, 10:05:18 am
It was a summer and I was making pizza, the dough was ancient and had the consistency of a wet sponge.
I forgot to add the pizza sauce.
And I burned the pizza because I left it in the furnace for too long.
This might seem like a strange dream but to me it was horrifying because irl I spent the whole summer in a restaurant making pizzas so at the moment in the dream I thought I was going to get fired for making horrible pizza!
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 04, 2018, 12:41:27 pm
When I awoke at last I was panic-stricken and opened my window, sticking my head out to see what was going on. I turned the lights on and my cat ran panicked from my sudden awakening. When I opened the window a wasp flew in and landed in my hair, I could feeling it walking through the back of my hairs and was unable to move, paralyzed with fear. It flew off my head, I combed my hair to make sure it was gone and shut my window ASAP, seeing my sister locked outside the back, waving a flashlight to call my attention, swearing at me for being an idiot and not hearing her shouting as she'd been locked outside. I breathed a sigh of relief and went to go unlock the door.
I then woke up in my bed panic-stricken, seeing the room bathed in darkness as the sun had gone down, immediately opening the window to see if anything's going on, my cat flung from the room, surprised by my sudden awakening. I turn on the lights and he slinks back in. There is no wasp, my sister is not outside, there's no screaming. I call my sister on the phone and she's all right. Everything had been a dream.
08/01/2018
I had a dream that was mostly incomprehensible, I remembered only that it involved a conflict between two factions, one of which possessed many CCTV cameras that looked like metal as fuck gargoyles, and I had a were-human cat called Isfehan that turned into a Russian called Ivan
Post by: JoshuaFH on January 06, 2018, 08:36:33 pm
Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 07, 2018, 04:35:41 pm
I decided to wall off the entire sky so there would be no sun, somehow it terrified me that I would no longer see sunrise.
Somehow I decided to punch against the wall and it felt futile.
Then I woke up 10:30 AM, but I had very lazy urgue to fall back asleep.
This time I am in some weird heaven where everything is hell and I have to rescue my uncle from never-ending slave labor.
In the process I somehow get enslaved myself with another buddy of mine.
I woke up, 1:20 PM, definitely over-sleeping.
I am wondering if I have issues with my mind lately.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on January 13, 2018, 11:45:29 am
~I don't contribute often, but when I do~
Ok so my mother ran over the stop sign near her house. When the road guys came to fix it, they just planted a second identical broken stop sign post right next to the one that was already there.
So we went to the hospital to ask about this, because it was unacceptable. By we I mean my wife and her friend and I. We went to the desk and we were advised that the way to solve this was with a habanero-spiced pork chop. I thought this was silly but hey whatever, desk guy (he had a neat mustache). The guy also said we had to fry it on someone's actual face for it to work, so we went and found a volunteer and we did that. He was nice, and didn't really mind.
But then the guy at the desk said it was under-cooked and we had to take it back. I told him that was bullshit and I was going to ask my Dad if we really needed a pork chop to fix a stop sign and if that wasn't a real thing he would be in so much trouble I shit you not hospital desk guy. So I went and asked Jamie Lannister about it, who was in the hospital lounge with his secretary, and he said yeah that was totally a thing. Then he pulled off his cheek at the mouth and he was all made of raw pumpkin inside. He offered us some, but I politely declined. Then I saw that his secretary had snuck off to call the police on me for not accepting the pumpkin.
My party and I discussed what to do and came to the conclusion this was all really weird and probably not real.
So I went outside and robbed a drugstore that was located on top of a tall neon glowing parking deck and woke up.
Post by: Sirus on January 13, 2018, 11:53:19 pm
Post by: SalmonGod on January 14, 2018, 05:02:55 pm
First dream - my wife and younger kid murdered my grandfather and hid him underneath our house. I don't remember exactly how, but it was my kid who actually did the deed, following my wife's instructions. I came home and he was missing, and they gave me some really dumb story. I knew what they had done and waited until they left to call for help and seek out the corpse. The house was turning dark and brooding, and when I opened some secret chamber in the basement, his angry spirit went roaring past me. I was sleeping in the basement, and woke up feeling creeped out. In real life, the guy they killed died before I was born. I never met him.
Second dream has just one disturbing moment I remember vividly and haven't been able to get out of my head. I don't remember the context, but I was popping a pimple on my jaw in the mirror. I squeezed and stuff kept coming out in a stream. As it came out, the stream grew to about the diameter of a quarter of stiff, congealed pus. After several inches it started turning blood red without changing consistency, and I stopped. Then the same thing in another spot on my face. Haven't been able to shake that imagery...
Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 15, 2018, 03:02:06 pm
Post by: Dunamisdeos on January 15, 2018, 03:50:45 pm
The idea worked too.
Post by: Sirus on January 15, 2018, 03:51:15 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 15, 2018, 04:30:15 pm
17/01/2018
Up now at 1:00 AM, in and out of sleep doing some work, and had a very meta dream where I was being interrogated for some knowledge my captors believed important. I found it hilarious upon waking up, because the weapon of choice for my captors in this dream - was sleep deprivation
Post by: hops on January 17, 2018, 06:28:30 pm
Post by: FallacyofUrist on January 17, 2018, 07:52:41 pm
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on January 17, 2018, 09:14:11 pm
My other dream was about space engineers and solving an issue I had with self-repairing components.whoa, be careful though, you don't want to infest your dreamscape with a spreading wave of components. make sure there's a strict dream-logic limit on their duplication. dream safety first!
The idea worked too.
Post by: Eric Blank on January 19, 2018, 02:23:17 am
Post by: ChairmanPoo on January 19, 2018, 03:06:43 am
Ive been having semi-regular dreams where ive been sent back to highschool or even earlier levels to complete classes i failed in or get my diploma (i dropped out and got a GED) instead of or alongside of college classes. Im always an adult, but im being treated like a child and frequently as if im special-needs. And of course students are leary of me and think i must be retarded/psychologically unstable to have been held back ten years. Often im told i have to pass these classes and get the diplomas or i wont be elligible for employment or advancement in higher educational courses. Its just so miserable and i cant even find motivation to keep up with these simple childrens courses. And i wake up feeling like that too
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Rolan7 on January 19, 2018, 03:17:39 am
(I actually forgot that the "new rooms in your home" dream was widespread... And the observing figure one sounds pretty familiar, species aside)
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 19, 2018, 05:47:42 am
Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 19, 2018, 07:33:10 pm
Eventually they all fade and I can´t recall most.
So IRL I was smoking this water hookah with my buddy. (I think I got the translation right?)
It is that thing which uses water and hot coal to vape with some tobacco.
If you take a really deep breath of it, you get dizzy and we had fun like this for a hour or so.
Now I go to my house and do not feel dizzy, I fall asleep but holy shit my dreams felt so nauseous.
I am sure it is no side-effect of tobacco but just my mind somehow trolling me for my vaping shenanigans.
I do not remember ANY detail of the dream only that it was a nightmare struggle to stand up/talk do anything and everything was spinning and I was either flying or falling and it was scary and confusing.
Oh I only remember some detail that the buddy accused me of flying too high or something, whatever that means.
Post by: Baffler on January 19, 2018, 10:54:05 pm
That's what the whole dream was, just me trying desperately to absorb the theoretical background I would need to work with the other scientists while not letting on to them or the extremely intense intelligence officer supervising us that I knew fuck all. The whole situation was even more nerve-wracking with the intelligence officer seeming to hold the others in contempt but liking me for my "down to Earth" demeanor, and treating me differently because of it. The nerves from that one kept with me all through this morning.
Post by: TD1 on January 19, 2018, 11:13:00 pm
Post by: Baffler on January 19, 2018, 11:23:00 pm
Post by: Spehss _ on January 20, 2018, 09:17:09 am
And then when I woke up from the dream I had "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LBmUwi6mEo) stuck in my head.
Always feels weird to wake up and realize that while I was sleeping I was dreaming about sleeping.
Post by: SalmonGod on January 20, 2018, 05:52:43 pm
It's honestly a bit disappointing it turned out the way it did.
Did you show up to the test launch naked?
Post by: Spehss _ on January 20, 2018, 07:28:24 pm
Post by: ChairmanPoo on January 21, 2018, 07:14:55 pm
Post by: Pancakes on January 21, 2018, 10:29:55 pm
I dreamed I was in Uni and had an exam pending.
I believe that is called a nightmare, sir
Post by: Rolan7 on January 21, 2018, 10:41:42 pm
I had a variety of strange dreams. The last was an essence of Pirates/Freelancer/Sunless Seas, games where you explore/fight/trade. It was my tabletop-gaming group and I striking out for adventure on a flimsy raft of logs. Pretty close to what our characters do (we're privateers) though even more ramshackle.
The weird part is that I woke with a conviction that I should make a way to port Stellaris saves into either Freelancer, or Star Control 2.
I don't even play Stellaris
I think I just want to capture the magic of Sim Copter (operating a privateer in a save from a strategy game like Sim City 2k) even though I don't think that has ever actually taken off.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 23, 2018, 08:35:10 am
It was supposed to be Christmas in my dream and I received the best dream-gift ever.
Suit and a helmet with heating!
I jumped in euphoria as I realized I could stay forever outside with such suit and not worry about the cold.
The sky turned blue and everything was shining as if it was summer.
Then I woke up and checked my weather forecast with disappointment..
It is still winter.
Post by: Criptfeind on January 23, 2018, 10:53:20 am
The dream is set up as if it's a movie, maybe a trailer for a movie. Or a bunch of movie trailers? Although the genera is... Unknown. In my apartment, a person who may or may not be me is sleeping in the same place I was actually sleeping. Suddenly the apartment building is invaded by armed and masked men of unknown intent. They sweep though the building killing the residents. The person in my room wakes up, hearing this happen, and has to play a deadly game of hide and seek with the killers (two in particular that share some traits with Harry and Marv from home alone, but they aren't funny or comedic, they are sinister and terrifying.)
Meanwhile, in the apartment, someone has been shot. The scene moves to inside their body. A group of juvenile human cells and other bits (it's unclear what they are, it's all very cartoony and they are mostly colored shapes, one appears to be a blood cell, and one is identified as I think ATP, or something that carries ATP but there's a goodly sized group that are who knows what of various shades and shapes.) are left alone, as the adult bits have left (Implied that they left the area for some reason to deal with the body being shot) this area of the body. A group of mobster like germs invade the body though the wound, and they kidnap the kids to help them pull off the big heist, breaking into the stomach vault. They manage to break into the vault, but when there they find that the body is dying, and if they don't manage to regulate it's functions appropriately and revive the man, they'll all die.
Meanwhile, two people have escaped from the slaughter within the apartment and made their way outside, in a park outside (that doesn't exist in real life) they find a very large group of children, overseen by some adults, having a picnic. They blend in with this group to avoid any of the armed and masked men from noticing their escape, as it's implied that they might be keeping an eye on this group outside to make sure they don't notice the slaughter going on inside the apartment. They tell the adults in charge of the group of the situation, and they agree they need to lead the kids away from the building without arising suspicion. In an illthought move, they decide to tell the kids they have icecream waiting for them, but it was one of the escapes that said it, the kids, having had noticed where they come from, decide the icecream is in the building, and stream towards it on mass. The adults try to stop them to no avail, finally as they enter the foyer the adults plead with the kids to stop, telling them that bad men are in the building. In a weird ass twist the children pull out rusted knives, sharpened rusty spoons, and nails and declare that if they bad men don't give them the ice cream, they'll take it by force. Then they invade the building and it turns into a horror movie for the INVADERS as the kids turn out to be some terrifying monsters, the crawl on walls and ceilings, though vents, and leap onto their victims tearing out their throats with their crude weapons. The apartment turns out to be a maze of dark and smokey corridors perfect for this type of fighting and even with their fully automatic weapons and body armor it turns into a desperate fight to re-organize and survive for the armed men.
There was a four part to the dream as well, although it's a bit less interesting and exciting: It appeared to be a trailer for romance movie of some sort, the short of it: A trio of women (in some type of romantic relationship with each other) are eating at a cafe and having a fine time chatting to a waitress. There was a somewhat dramatic lead up to revealing that the chef was listening in to their conversation, and would somehow tie it into the other three stories, but before the chef was actually revealed a phonecall woke me up so idk.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on January 23, 2018, 03:36:11 pm
Post by: TD1 on January 24, 2018, 09:11:16 am
I considered splitting - I didn't want to die. However, one of my friends behind me got shot. I got a weird picture of his face talking from the future, like he was narrating his story, saying the IRA took him back to HQ and tortured him but it was alright; he got away. Back to the current predicament, and we ran into a larger path in the hindering foliage. Behind, we could hear the Irish men swarming over our friend, and knew that meant we had time to escape. I also started to worry about what had happened to the King Charles daddy. Eventually we reached an estate - it was completely deserted. Out of breath, we stopped. My sister started to become upset about losing the puppy, but i said it was alright; I have it. I immediately realised I was wrong, there was no pup under my arm, I must have lost it. I suggested moving around the corner of a house so the IRA wouldn't find us. I mentioned saving the pup (apparently to hell with the mate, heh) That's when we heard a dramatic voice say "no you won't". It was Marty McGuinness. The IRA swarmed from the bushes chasing a small brown and white ball, which I recognised as the pup. Marty said Gerry Adams liked to.... sleep... with puppies. Sure enough, he was at the front of the milling mass of balaclavad terrorists. He wasn't wearing a balaclava himself. My companions started to run away, but I wanted to go towards the IRA. They tried to hold me back, but eventually gave up. I ran towards the puppy, hoping to save it, but I started to wake up. The last thing I saw was Gerry Adams' face scrunched up as he sniffed after the pup.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on January 24, 2018, 12:31:17 pm
So far, I haven't had any recent lucid dreams, but on the other hand, I'm dreaming every night now. Not sure why that is. Oh well.
The highlights of last night:
Sold two of my jackets for something I don't remember.
Had my part of the massive complex everyone lived in invaded by various people. They expanded my part of the complex. For some reason, one of them was Tony Stark. For some reason, the guy keeps showing up in my dreams.
Went on a quest to do something!
Fought a guy with a power-nullifying field and kung fu skills and won by holding a small bucket/large cup full of ice over his mouth so he couldn't breath.
Checked out a clothing store that also sold a mascot costume.
Realized that someone broke into my part of the complex and didn't steal anything I considered valuable...
Not necessarily in that order. But all part of the same dream.
Post by: Tawa on January 25, 2018, 12:13:43 am
Following meandering, pointless bits where I looked at a ridiculous, unrealistic alpine landscape, I discovered that the reason I have terrible cell reception at home is because of some bright red curtains I do not own in real life. I found out that these curtains were, in fact, cursed, and so I tried to dispose of them with the aid of my father.
My memory of the dream then jump-cuts to a scene in which the curtains are lying in a yard outside. From them is arising a formless, shapeless shadow, about as tall and wide as a person. It shifted and changed shape constantly, at one point simultaneously being half again as wide and as thin as a flag pole. At approximately eye level, the shape boasted two pinpricks of radiant light, muffled by the shadow. Eyes.
It sounds a bit silly-looking, I'm sure. But at the time, I hated it with every fiber of my being. I cannot put into words how inherently wrong this thing felt, how badly I wanted it to go away, for it to cease existing forever and remove its blightful presence from the universe for eternity. How I knew it would do mind-rendingly, unimaginably horrific things if given the chance, how I did not know how to stop it.
It stared at me, somehow, through a window into a house. I stood still, terrified, my mouth forced open from fear and shock. My father was standing outside, pointing a handgun at it but not firing. It was both an instant and forever. Before I knew it, it turned into something else. A shimmering reflection of myself, pointing at me, its face contorted to the limit of human expression and uttering a rasping scream. Shortly thereafter, it... flew? Faded? At an impossibly high speed, it blurred away into a forest. In rage, I ran outdoors, not caring that I was oddly barefoot, but it was gone.
I awoke, terrified. I got back to sleep perhaps 20 minutes later after repeatedly telling myself ghosts don't exist.
I had some other dreams, but they didn't inspire nearly such primal emotions in me. I grappled with my dreams' recurring fear of heights motif, this time in the form of a high-speed, railingless, vertical cargo elevator, but my dream didn't linger on it as long as usual. There were parts where I dueled Dark Souls-esque black knights, which was much more interesting than most things that happen in my dreams, and my father's deceased parrot made a welcome (though uncharacteristically quiet) cameo toward the end.
An unusual night. Not one I want to experience again, certainly.
Post by: Starver on January 25, 2018, 10:25:40 am
And then there was someone messing about with some of the decorative structure (thickly laminated iron, though handled like foam rubber) which annoyed me, but also pleased me to see how resiliant it was at is sprung back despite all the rough handling, and the occasionally quivering line continued to rise, like a metalic ridge, up to the top of the nearby 'metal hill' and terminating at a spire of some significance. Still in this cavern, apparently.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 27, 2018, 11:25:46 am
My view was "tracked" on a baby that was the son of a scientist which was narrating some scientific audio-log how the parasite would make the humans evolve and my view would occasionally flash on the feet of some infected humans who grew bull like calves.
And some of them even had horns.
Then the scientist was ambushed by horde of the infected and I saw him carrying the baby to a room then locking it.
The view started tracking the baby again and I was unable to see what is happening in the rest of the room, the baby was lying in bed meanwhile the infected could be heard banging on the locked door with increasing intensity until they overwhelmed the door and slaughtered the scientist and by the end, the infected did not touch the baby and I was able to see very evil-looking teeth extending from the baby´s mouth and it´s facial expression turned into something of a devil
Post by: Spehss _ on February 02, 2018, 07:25:13 pm
So there's me, and there's two girls who are best friends, until they both become attracted to me and start some kind of competition between them to win my attention. One is really competitive and domineering. The other is laid back and chill but always hanging around me and won't leave me alone. As time passes the two girls become more and more hostile to each other and obsessive and controlling and desperate to win over me. And the contest gets complicated when they discover I apparently had a virtual girlfriend online over an MMO game the whole time this contest was going on, forming a love triangle, and they discover the virtual girl is being played by another local girl that they both know in real life and gang up on her.
And there was a minor subplot I think where I discover the cure for world hunger by streamlining and industrializing hydroponic farming using seawater to grow tons of tropical fruits. But it was less important than the cute girl love triangle.
Weird shit. It was nice at first but the girls got pretty creepy by the end.
Post by: McTraveller on February 03, 2018, 11:55:22 am
When I went to go get all my legendary armor to lead the masses in battle against the elven horde, I could only find one boot.
I actually woke up chuckling.
Post by: TD1 on February 03, 2018, 11:16:15 pm
So long as the word "pretty" is in there, it's all good.
Weird shit. It was nice at first but the girls got pretty creepy by the end.
Post by: Spehss _ on February 04, 2018, 07:08:01 pm
We were fighting in a huge overgrown forest that was being corrupted by some kind of tar-like black disease or parasite that gradually spread and grew over everything and sprouted lots of tentacles. I don't remember what we were fighting, but there were lots of explosions.
Post by: Tiruin on February 07, 2018, 07:28:41 pm
Fun stuff, lucid dreaming. Always, my narrative starts at the end, going backwards--and yet the details are in reverse, in such a way that even before I had woken up, I find myself trying to track and detail the events that had occurred; in such a way that my dreams lately have taken on the narrative of a storytelling, usually of adventure or other narratives (thanks early life reading a ton of J.R.R. Tolkien's works!) with myself as the main witness. And much anxiety to detailing things exactly as they are with probably the background of 'disrespecting' dreams if not done as such, due to the rich detail I generally find myself in wonder to see or touch or interact with (in that many times, I've just found myself standing or sitting and enjoying the scenery, very aware that it is both a dream, and that it is wonderful). :-[ So I'm noticing why I bother to detail these in...very messy detail in writing, always with the temptation to fill in details I can vaguely remember with more 'reasonable' details. Mostly always, the dream is disconnected from any IRL thing that goes on the day beforehand.
These events have been jumbled in order, with some explaining the past ones, and with some being a whole new addition to them, of just today's dream >_< With the problem being that they're both lucid, and I have a 15 minute alarm in 4 intervals (6am, 6:15am, 6:30am...somehow, always aware of my 6am clock because I sleep next to a window where I can somehow sense the coming dawn).
The start, I suppose, was lost in memory--but a rewritten start (right after the 6am mark and me desperately going back to sleep, without the 'desperately' in it when I recall what I said to myself [it was more like 'ok I'll get up after 6:10am just ten more minutes', knowing my alarm]) was its own narrative of trying to describe what I was seeing. The start of a (dreamlike) world. 'Imagine a- how would I describe this- a large, fat tornado in shape, thin at the end and cone shaped, widening out to the top, with the ending curling and twisting much like a stinger'; it was something like this with me replacing the words in writing. It looked purple-ish with many bright, light-colored hues, much like how (I was exposed to at an early age) nebulae were colored. The PoV zoomed in closer and followed the twisting and curling endpoint, before presenting a finished outlook in full of what really looked like a nebulae...stinger, before zooming out into a continuing narrative. I found myself in the role of a healer, pretty much a continuation of the dream before 6am (but still being rewritten); I was with other good friends who I got to know personally in personal details, like Caellath from Bay12, with our role of healers placed fully in a different context, that being a small part of 'tasks' in an adventure to (?)find out the meaning of dreams(?). I forgot why that was happening but it was a long dream :v that felt like that. There was an instructor, who I did not recognize looking like anyone I met, but she had the skin tone of the locality in my area, and spoke a lot like a mix of Sybill Trelawney (Harry Potter) and a very convincing doctor. That whole blurb on a tornado-shaped stinger, was the timeline of the world I was in, with our current time being at the end of the 'stinger'; the task, however, used that timeline as a representation of what we would heal...a spider's...end portions.
Somehow my dreams usually have spiders in them. I am really, really afraid of spiders. And usually those kinds of dreams end with SUDDEN SURPRISE TONS OF SPIDERS IN THE VICNITY (which aren't harmful or jumping at me), but just being there in large quantities of usually the same dream-themed characteristics, from single spiders of bulbous, light orange-all-over, cutely revolving around a single thread of spiderwebbing in the sunlight, to many motley and dull grey-green spiders, all over a wooden room, just...occupying every step, all without webs, and just being there until I wake up out of EUGH. Not that I hate spiders, nope. I just realized all this came from a memory back, probably when I was 4 years old and stuff, and saw my first (empty) spider web in the tiniest garden in front of our home: My dad was present, and I saw the shiniest spider web in the morning; I was curious, and felt notable apprehension in touching it, and even had doubts in mind to do so, until my dad looked over and told me what it was in his scientific way that I could understand. There was no spider, but I somehow felt...curiously uncertain. I guess that stayed with me as a
Anyway back to the dream, given the tiny time between 6am and 6:15am, I just found myself listening to that Dr. Healer up there, like a lecture in a very stylish room near a forest, somehow made of concrete but decorated in quaint modern design. Caellath somehow had long beaded bracelets, which held a tiny gem as a centerpiece, which we wrapped around our wrists as the lesson continued, as the instructor noted the importance of both that timeline and the power of healing, with that gem as a catalyst, battery, and conductor of...healing, able to glow and react visibly as signs of being charged--the instructor presented that 'timeline' above much like a 3D interface, able to me touched to be examined; I was the first to feel it, and it felt very much real, much like holding a soft sac, firm yet very pliable or soft to the touch without distorting its original shape. It was originally partitioned, and not nebulae-colored, but bluish like those sci-fi holograms. It could be spun around, and each partition was like parts of an onion, which could be examined individually, while I found myself checking a layer of the largest one...like a flap of covering. After examining this thoroughly with the wonder of a four-year old and their new inedible toy, the instructor continued and began charging up our gemstones. The whole process was very...casual, and unlike a ton of how the movies make them seem, but it still had the reverie of sincerity. Strangely, (probably because of metacognition), she told me that I'd find it useful for my next dream.
Then my alarm went off and I woke up. I turned off my phone alarm and went back to sleep, subconsciously noting '15 more minutes and then I'll get uuuuup...'.
Cue this next dream starting from the viewpoint of atop a giant white owl, with no rider', soaring above large lakes and rivers, with verdant landscapes and forests, alongside the movement of the sun, opposite the dawn, with the bodies of water stretching seemingly to a very close horizon. From a minute or so of viewing the scenery, came what I guess was viewing a (personal) interpretation of something out of Lord of the Rings (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aman_(Tolkien)), of a white harbor, and fantastic, stylish ships sailing into the horizon; what I thought was a horizon was a perfectly serene fog, which made the water edge look like a crystal clear waterfall edge. There was a musical background, starting in one of those wondrous stringed instrumentals...and ending with a stripped down version of this (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utr4rXxVOg8), only knowing it was mostly similar to that song due to the chorus...(I never know any lyrics of any songs, and those I do know, I play by ear, which means I never get the lyrics right--so this one was purely referencing "the morning" -_-). Then the vision quickly shifted into first person, and me 'waking up' and noticing the time, etched in bluish-glowing writing (much like the previous dream) on a foldable calendar, with me complaining "I don't have time for this I'll wake up in a few minutes!". The last portions of the dream became...a strange plot, where I explored the vicinity, which looked much like an artificial marble castle, and got framed for drinking salt-laden water by 'the chef'. :v
...So that was it. I gladly marked keypoints in my dream that I can remember on cue so I won't be lost no matter how much time I take in the 6 hour period post-dream, but aurgh my writing. It is a great disparity between the ecstatic feeling of having experienced something exciting, and then writing it down so future-you can recall it. :P The prelude to all that was a big trial--much like the theme of Hercules 12 trials (but a girl version of it), and comical spiders. (One part before I woke up at 6pm, for example, was me being in a thick forested glade, with trails moving all about, with the goal as stated above of discovering 'meaning' of something. Then we came across some nice white rope, which we wrapped around our fingers individually because some of my party were 'superstitious' and 'doing this meant no ill-will or harm to befall [us]'. Then comical spiders of the black and yellow variety come scuttling out of nowhere, with webbing clearly trailing behind them, and speaking to us because we would've fallen to doom had we not done that superstitious thing. Somehow this whole 'superstitious' wording, I could feel, resonated with the feeling I had at the time. Spooky and uncomfortable.)
I am deeply ambivalent on why my dreams include spiders for the most part (like, 60% of the time). The non-harmful, non-territorial type. This one had 'webs' as a symbolism.
They're just there.
Post by: IronTomato on February 08, 2018, 06:12:04 pm
Weird shit. It was nice at first but the girls got pretty creepy by the end.https://youtu.be/puddRuyFHfI
Post by: Spehss _ on February 08, 2018, 10:00:38 pm
oh shit. can't believe I didn't think of this.Weird shit. It was nice at first but the girls got pretty creepy by the end.https://youtu.be/puddRuyFHfI
Had another weird dream. I had this big scar on my arm. It looked like it had healed, so I started picking at it. Flakes would start coming off, then hair started to come off in clumps, then peels of skin. Soon I found I had somehow picked a big red blotch all around the scar on my arm. The scar was untouched. I felt that the red color was weird, so I poked at it, and realized that it was red because it was muscle and blood. I had picked the skin off my arm, and the arm was covered in blood leaking from the skinless blotch of arm. That was when I woke up.
Post by: Yoink on February 13, 2018, 03:01:11 pm
There were various different circumstances involved and I can't remember quite how everything connected - I know it involved a visit to some small town, which for at least part of the dream was the one I grew up in; at one point I bumped into some guy that I recognised from a metal show (possibly whilst en route to or from said small town) and was invited to come party (or maybe just got a lift), whereupon I found this ridiculously large bottle of scotch on the passenger side floor in his car and was given free reign to drink it; in some other part I had negotiations with some cute, apparently local girl, can't remember if we planned to hang out later or if it was purely a business transaction but I certainly wanted it to be the former; weirdest of all though was the part where I was visiting my mother and arranged with her to buy some ganja for us to smoke together during my (apparently quite brief visit).
This is bizarre, since she tends to be entirely old-fashioned and close-minded about such things, and so as a result that was the main thing I took away from the dream even though I remember very little about the actual scenario, haha.
Not sure but it may have been through her that I met the cute, weird blonde gal with the contacts. Thanks, ma! Or they may have been entirely separate dream-fragments, who knows. To be honest I'm not sure how the three main bits of the dream so far actually fit together, I may have been cold in my sleep as it is all rather disjointed.
One other bit I remember was arriving along with that girl (or whoever I was with at that point) at the doorstep of someone who apparently sold such things, and they (a couple) turned out to be people I'd known from years ago when I lived in that town growing up.
At least one of them was, anyway. Heck, I not even sure if they were based off real people - all I remember is a brief conversation where they said they'd met/been visited by my eldest brother in the intervening years, and we made fun of him mercilessly whilst making our transaction.
I'm guessing the improbable "smoking dank weed with mummy" scenario was inspired by a stoner friend of mine recently mentioning that she hoped to convince her mother to try smoking when she visited in the near future.
Actually a lot of the dream was probably inspired by recent conversations with that friend. :)) As for the attractive female hookup in the dream, she was probably inspired by the fact that the day that has just dawned is Valentine's Day and I don't really even have a love interest currently, let alone one I could smoke cones with. Alas, now I am sad.
Also I hate my job. -_-
This post probably makes no sense but that is understandable since I just woke up and wanted to quickly record this odd, entertaining dream and have no time to devote to proofreading or formatting since I need to finish this coffee and get ready for work. Yikes.
Post by: Spehss _ on February 14, 2018, 05:23:25 pm
When I woke up, there were no dogs sitting on me. I had been sleeping in a weird position.
Post by: Starver on February 15, 2018, 08:06:23 am
I had a dream that a dog was sitting on me.That would be because of the dog you had had sitting on you, before you awoke and it bounded away.
When I woke up, there were no dogs sitting on me. I had been sleeping in a weird position.
Post by: Eric Blank on February 16, 2018, 03:04:53 am
Post by: Spehss _ on February 20, 2018, 07:25:08 am
Dreamed there was an epidemic of these maggots which burrow into and eat human flesh. I got by fine for a while until one day when I happened to have some tree seeds fall on me which carried the maggot eggs. The eggs got onto me from the seeds and soon I had these disgusting maggots eating holes into me on various parts of my body, which I was trying to remove. Like, grab them and pull them out, like ticks. One particular big maggot managed to avoid me and burrow deep into my arm, and took control of my arm. It forced me to turn on a radio and turn it to a certain frequency of static and start broadcasting mind-controlling messages to help spread the maggot infestation to other people.
It was horrible. I could feel the worms squirming and chewing into my body. Ugh. Probably the worst dream I've had in a while.
Post by: Rolan7 on February 20, 2018, 11:51:40 am
I had a confusing but nice dream about being at a beach. That's almost a recurring thing, now, even though I basically hate the beach. I keep dreaming about enjoying the sunlight and the warm sand.
Probably a seasonal thing! It's been wonderfully cold and wet, with occasional warm sunny days which don't overstay their welcome.
It was a very convincing dream, though, and long. I spent a whole day just wandering around sandy dunes and seaside attractions. Played some old arcade games, got another nice tan without burn somehow. Ended with an amazing blood-red sunset into the water... Haha, I'm near the wrong coast for that, but dream-logic woo.
I had a bigger problem: I had arrived via moped, and had a 150 mile ride home. I wasn't going to do that in the dark. But everything was so ideal that I just lay down on a dune and woke up.
I went downstairs and excitedly told my dad all about the dream! It was like a free vacation, and I remembered all of it! He listened politely, until I remembered that I haven't lived with dad for over a decade. Shoot, how was I supposed to get home now? (yeah, I was very confused)
Fortunately I closed my eyes and magically teleported myself awake. For real this time (I mean, probably)
Post by: nenjin on February 22, 2018, 05:30:54 pm
Went on the road for business. I always seem to have fucked up dreams when I sleep in hotels, even when I'm not traveling. The psychic dream resonance of so many random people, perhaps?
Dream 1. I'm freaking out at my mom about her alcoholism. This dream actually was the most normal of all of them, because it reflected real life fairly well. But it still sucked and left me shaken when I woke up, like I'd just had that fight.
Dream 2. I'm fighting intensely with my brother. I have no idea what it was about now, but I remember it was sharp and visceral and relationship ending. One of my childhood friends, who killed himself about 10 years ago, lurked at the edges of the dream.
Dream 3. A brief one but oooohhh bbbooooyyy, the symbolism. My best friend is recently divorced and struggling emotional still. And I dreamed he tried to make out with me and I had to tell him, in the strictest way possible, that I'm not gay. The look on his face in my dream, the humiliation, was devastating.
Dream 4. I'm fighting with my brother again. I wish I didn't remember this one. We're fighting because he's hooked up with my last girlfriend, who we've been broken up for like 8 years. I've been seeing her on Facebook lately so maybe that's why she was in my dream. In my dream I've attributed horrible traits and behaviors to her she never had in real life, and it's fuel for my anger and sense of betrayal toward my brother. It's not even like she was cheating on me in the dream, we weren't dating. But I was shocked and horrified my brother had chosen to hook up with someone (fictionally) that bad.
And I maintain I don't need a shrink. Ha. Ha. Ha. I think it's my anxiety about traveling and work, how displaced I feel from my normal routines, bleeding through in to my dreams. It coincides too with me doing a site visit to a customer who is trying to drag their business out of failure and retraining all their people. So I've been stewing in four other people's anxiousness all week, including one very loud and very foul mouthed 70 year old Chicagoan of the Italian ball breaking variety. And it's all quite stressful on me from a personal performance standpoint too. Still....this was the most consistently intense and unpleasant my dreams have ever been.
Post by: Eric Blank on February 22, 2018, 05:52:14 pm
Also dreamt of some mad scientist creating a super weapon and infiltrating his ranks by killing and impersonating one of his top assistants. The madman was of course too deranged to notice, and none of his minions would question who their superiors were. Dont know if anything actually happened though
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 25, 2018, 09:36:51 pm
The next day I dreamed I was in an excellent party, the music divine club electronic, the feet dancing on the floor as all were gambling this way and that when everyone stopped. Some auditor looking guy said that all the currency was being recalled, to be "standardised," and while this was all going on everyone was losing their shit as all the currency they owned was liable to make them a criminal unless they handed it in, in exchange for some new currency they believed to be worthless. Amidst all the turmoil I had scavenged a vast sum of these coin/chips, and handed them in. The auditor was shocked, and asked me why I was giving away billions towards his public infrastructure nonsense. The thought crossed my mind that I did not know I had just handed away billions, and I might not have done so had I known what I gave away, but I told the auditor that I simply did not need it and left, before jumping over a fence to leave the party (instead of using the gate), to a stunned and captive party.
Post by: Eric Blank on February 26, 2018, 02:10:55 pm
Post by: Yoink on February 26, 2018, 03:00:12 pm
I was visiting some incredibly old house, dating from medieval times at least. Where it was I do not know, but I had made my way to a spot either beside the house or in a vault/cellar below, where I found the tombs of countless dead from over the centuries. Somehow I had an impression (perhaps the practice was described to me) of myriad bodies being simply poured into each large, tub-shaped grave at some point in the past- perhaps being reinterred from someplace else. The thought of such an undignified jumble of decomposition was rather unsettling to me.
I can't remember for sure who I was with, it may have been my mother, but they expressed distaste for some rather insensitive joke I made (probably as a way to distance myself from the horror) about those resting below us.
At that point, though, when I think we were just turning to leave, I felt a sudden chill. Some presence surged outwards from the grave and over me, causing this very strange, kind of jarring but also comforting sensation in my body. After a moment it felt kind of familiar, a bit like that weird feeling when you are just fighting your way to wakefulness from a dream, struggling to gain control over your body again - but in this case the control was being taken from me, my body felt as though its molecules were being held separate by some hot, psychic paralysis soup; I was powerless, shocked and afraid, but also comfortable, just along for the ride.
Anyway, enough describing the feeling - after this entity took control of my body I felt my eyes open, my body moving awkwardly as it was controlled by a new host unfamiliar with it, and then I... we turned to my companion and spoke.
For the life of me I wish I could remember just what the spirit said through me, but I cannot. I know it was unrelated to my earlier joke, I think it just wanted to tell its story or perhaps some long-forgotten secret. I believe it was an ancestor of mine, or perhaps the spirit of someone similar to myself in terms of mind, hence why they were able to contact me like this.
Whatever the case, the possession only lasted briefly but the information it passed onto us was fascinating. Whether that was the circumstances of the being's demise (I believe he was a knight of some kind, and that I received a vague sense of his long-ago physical form at some point during the proceedings) or knowledge of what lies beyond the pale, or both, it was pretty much mind-blowing.
After that, all thoughts of leaving were gone and I instead made myself comfortable there in the tomb, attempting to clear my mind and open it, like some ad-hoc meditation. I was able to contact the being at least twice more, although before long I think my companion left for some reason - perhaps going in search of more witnesses for this supernatural phenomenon, or for video equipment to record it? - and I was left there alone with my new, ghostly correspondent. I knew little of what I was doing or the potential dangers but I was obsessed with continuing our communication. Even without the knowledge I was gaining such an interaction was such an unheard of experience that I was extremely excited to have discovered such things were possible.
Unfortunately I don't remember if the dream ended there, if that sequence slotted in or led to some of the other, less interesting fragments I remember, or what.
I can still feel a slight chill when I think of the sensation as the "ghost" contacted me. Whoa. That was a potent dream.
Post by: Baffler on March 10, 2018, 04:39:59 pm
Sitting at the other end of my bench was an old woman dressed as though it was 30 degrees colder outside, looking as though she couldn't decide if she wanted to nap until the bus arrived or not. Across from us, at the same table, was a girl about my age who was staring blankly at an old flip phone. At the other table were a pair of middle aged men who clearly knew each other talking quietly, and across from them was a man about 28 years old with some kind of musical instrument packed into a nondescript rectangular case. The musician suddenly said to the lot of us "man, when is this bus gonna get here?" This was met with general agreement all around, as the bus was already quite late.
Consternation with the state of city transit services eventually led to introductions all around, again initiated by the musician. The older woman's name was Robin, the girl was Sarah, the older men were Harry and Mike, and the musician was Jay. I won't bother giving a play by play, but we talked about what we all did for a living, on to talk about local events, to music, to personal stories, to future plans, to politics, and so on. It was a bit awkward at first, with each of us having very little in common and long breaks happening every so often, but someone would always speak up again and as time went by things went more and more smoothly. The bus never showed up before the dream ended.
Post by: Rolan7 on March 10, 2018, 05:13:06 pm
I like the black road. I'm currently running a tabletop campaign about Amber, where that is a bit of a plot point... Maybe I'll dream of one too.
Strangers filling silence with inquiries about the bus is very relatable.
And aw... Dreams where I meet lifelike people are bittersweet for me too. It's painful to realize that they never existed.
I dreamed of the comfortable yet vaguely sick grinding of a familiar RPG (I have Pokemon on the mind). Then at a fitness gym, NPCs started whispering about breaking "the cycle". One of them slipped me a key - ah, a Kaizo Trap reference.
I kept going deeper into the lore of the game, and with every stage things became realer and nastier. NPCs who helped me were executed by the Red Queen, but maybe released from the cycle. Hopefully at rest.
By the end I was on the moonlit fenced porch of a southern home of my childhood. Opening the door released [a housecat from last night's party, where I was DD] the Red Queen, moving faster than the eye can track. She mocked me, and prepared to strike from the darkness, but there was a twist- two brothers I won't name stood next to me, bapping me with notebooks every time I tried to face away.
That was so frustrating that I woke up :P Reminds me of a lot of games, really, but also a friend had chatted about some deep/creepy Undertale lore recently. Probably mostly the Kaizo Trap (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIES3ii-IOg) thing though.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 11, 2018, 11:29:46 am
At night, when I walked the lunar roads, the furblmaos struck. Their attack craft and tripods abducted all the grayylmaos, their soldiers marched and prodded all above them with these spears which disabled the nerves temporarily. The attack was one not of destruction, but of total enslavement. It would have been hilarious were it not for the horror of watching all my grayylmaos being enslaved by gerbil-sized ferbies with the deep bass voice of a Soviet general, talking about how they do not care for the individual traits of the enslaved, only that their functions are matched to the need of the furblmaos. The grayylmao defence technology had been entirely disabled by the furblmaos, but they did not expect my cadre to launch a counter-attack using the technology of the bully-stick. It was a stick that was used to bully the furblmaos, devastating technology from which the furblmaos were partially repelled - but they escaped nonetheless, with many slaves captured. I awoke just as the grayylmaos were planning their assault upon the furb homeworld.
Post by: Rolan7 on March 13, 2018, 06:46:21 am
I may have Pokemon on the mind, besides being basically Animist and it raining last night. ...We were worried it'd be frozen this morning, but it looks clear for the commute. Thanks spirits (:
Post by: Spehss _ on March 16, 2018, 09:34:06 am
Also we had a couple of guitars and had to defend ourselves by playing music. We'd play Tribute by Tenacious D to drive monsters away. I woke up with the song stuck in my head.
Post by: Rolan7 on March 16, 2018, 11:52:07 am
Post by: Spehss _ on March 17, 2018, 09:01:23 am
Post by: Rolan7 on March 25, 2018, 06:41:56 am
It started by camping out in a field, much like on the bike rides we used to do. I was driving my long-gone truck, though. I lay in the warm grass and dozed, petting my little black cat. I like dreams where she's back. This time she met my housemate's elderly chihuahua, they got along great.
Near 5PM they ran off, and I got up because it was almost time. People were filling the field - someone drove over the place I'd been dozing, which worried me. There was a large, complicated tower - like a Neverwinter wizard's tower, though I interpreted it like a broadcasting station or something. There were clues inside about Ingress's story. But how were a field full of people stuck in such a small space going to absorb lore? Surely they'd race to find the bonus codes.
I decided to "farm" a little around the tower before the event started. I had my phone out, even trying to juggle Pokemon and Ingress like usual. But the Ingress display was very strange (not the first time that's happened in my dreams). Waves of XM were flowing up the tower like wind, guiding me. I could never say no to a storm...
I proceeded up a rather thin stone ramp. There were no handholds, and I felt vertigo as I looked down. Up ahead there was a dizzying gap, which I figured players would be expected to cross over somehow. Ludicrous! I tried to work my phone for a bit, and when I looked up, I was surrounded in mist.
Being in a cloud next to such a perilous drop should have terrified me more, but it didn't. Being in the gentle storm was religiously comforting, which is no surprise. I hopped the unseen gap with calm faith. I didn't even consider that I might be dreaming.
I was in the top of the tower, where there were two figures having a heavy discussion. I can't remember what about... An adventurer and his hireling? A mad scientist and his Igor? An... unbalanced relationship? I started worrying about the dozens of people about to follow me into the tower. A part of me recognized it as an MMO instance, but I shook off the idea as ridiculous. I began searching the room for codes... Lore is fun, but surely more dedicated players would chronicle it all. The figures dissipated.
There was a table with several items, and the feeling of someone behind you as you walk home in the dark. I picked up a heavy cylinder and fiddled, opening it up. A thermos? I poured orange, pulpy tea into a cup, even as I checked within and under plates and devices for codes. I downed the liquid, trying not to spill anything despite my growing apprehension. Didn't want to make things hard on the Niantic employees- Oh, a coded message! But silver lines shot across my vision. The room was getting dark. What had I drunk? Surely this game was idiot-safe, right?? I turned around, barely making out a doorway flanked by grinning skeletons.
I started shouting for help. I wouldn't call it a scream, so much as a demand to see a gamemaster.
Edit: I awoke just before sunrise to the birds calling, out in force after a night of heavy rain.
Post by: Starver on March 26, 2018, 07:40:15 am
...apparently, it was a story about how the CIA started. Which, it seems, was a group of (mostly) British Army/Intelligence officers in Britain in WW2. There was a (NEFARIOUS NAZI PLOT) happening, and word had gotten to the central cabal of this proto-CIA (not SOE, SIS or any other MI#/TLA) being led by a British major, or maybe colonel, being referred to with a codename beginning with C. Not Charlie (or Cain or Canteen), but supposedly a phonetic-alphabet word of the time.
Signal intelligence pinpointed a barn, in which (NEFARIOUS NAZI PLOT) was obviously going on in, but though those inside were detained for "doing something wrong", the plot itself was not uncovered properly.
Next thing you know, it's the aftermath of D-Day with planes/gliders/jeeps/jeeps-that-fly-and/or-glide arriving in a field deep in France, on the way to capturing a chateau previously used by German High Command but now filled with a load of detained Good Germans who had surrended to the allied forces. Apparently the proto-CIA individuals were now just part of the general war effort, not together specifically, but (with the typical coincidence of a film script) they still find themselves nearby, most of them.
This is exemplified by the fact that suddenly all the telephones in the chateau ringing (and, apparently blaring out with a voice, suggesting more sophisticated technology) for the attention of C(whatever), who had actually rebranded himself with the codename "Angel" after the previous 'success'. On the other end of the line was a previously missing Cabalist who had 'hacked' into the phone-system (as a viewer of the action, I took this to mean that he'd got into the switchboard room and massively cross-linked all the internal lines, but it certainly impressed the characters) wanting to tell everyone about one of the Germans being a Bad German (maybe, or maybe not, involved in the (NEFARIOUS NAZI PLOT)). One of the markers for this was his leather trousers, or something, but aside from lazy cinematic outfitting (and lazier still script-writing and some degree of typical plot blindness), and said individual was promptly dressed-down (verbally and sartorially) by C/Angel. Ironically, making him look more like the rest of the inmates.
And, ummm... then he ends up outside, in the street of the ajoining French town (being remarkably geographically consistent, compared with some dreams I have), and either hijacks or accidentally ends up on a hospital trolley that he rides down a hill. Coincidentally another prior Cabal member (a huge, lunking 'Joe Indian' type, one of the few actual Americans of any kind, and ironically so in kany ways) happened to be passing and takes another hospital trolley (from where?) to recklessly pursue the fugitive escapee.
Threatening to devolve into a choreographed action sequence tacked onto what had been more a psychological drama, as a remote viewer of this action I then seem to concentrate upon a location some way ahead of the trolley-riding. (It's in a boulder-strewn desert, and it's night instead of the daylight of the extefnal scene just seen, so geography/chronology has predictably broken down after all!) What we see here are two soldiers (maybe GIs, maybe Tommies) carrying a huge ornate picture-framd with (though its reverse is to our viewpoint) a huge ornate canvas oil-painting in it. It's either being looted or de-looted, we are led to understand, but exactly which is left ambiguous.
The scene is obviously going to be the location of the comedy-insert part of the action chase that we know is continuing, but that is actually getting no screen-time at all. 'We', by now, means me and the at least one other person (not visible, just present and talking) actually watching this action unfold on an actual screen of some kind. We seem to have given up on this being a dream-story, it's now a dream about watching a film with this story in it
The haiatus of the action and the totally-telegraphed look-ahead mean that this one (or more) other person(s) confidently predicts that it'll be the classic 'smash through the carried item' gag, and likely even be a 'leave a human-shaped hole' cliche. At least for the first troller-rider, then the second one somehow finishes the job. I don't say so (do I need to? Isn't this just another bit of me speaking, anyway??) but I agree with the prediction.
Minutes pass by (should be tedious or frustrating, but it isn't, perhaps it's the running commentary by myself to myself that's making the interesting cinemtographical decision to long-cut away from the action less distracting) until "whumf!", and there's a human-shaped-hole in the canvas. No idea about the trolley, BTW, it must have passed through the exact same gap. And it is heavily implied, though we never see the front of the canvas to be sure, that the human-shaped-hole actually matches up exactly with what had been a figure in the painting. A classic Harold Lloyd/Buster Keaton sight-gag, that we still don't see.
Expectation is now that the hurtling indian will coup-de-gras the scene by doing something with his own human-shaped-hole, like creating a tableau with his addition (again matching the image we haven't seen), perhaps comical. Or it'd modify the original hole to something else (perhaps in conjunction with the later reveal of the image front), or the whole setup just gets blasted apart to make a point. Such is the discussion we're having, there's plenty of that in the time we're waiting.
But then I wake up!
Post by: Rolan7 on March 27, 2018, 07:30:37 am
Night before I dreamed about a NWoD Chronicles of Amber session I fell asleep while planning. I dreamed I GM'd it, complete with making stuff up on the fly. It was... okay? I think it mostly involved them investigating the giant cursed yard santa, rather than anything Amber-related. When they sold it to that IRS agent, they thought they were free, hehe... Sadly the dream was so exhausting I didn't end up imitating it.
Edit: Haha, I totally forgot reading Starver's post yesterday morning. Nazi dreams are communicable!
Post by: FallacyofUrist on March 27, 2018, 11:46:01 am
I basically dream every night(not sure if that's normal or as a result of my efforts). I don't remember my dreams unless I make an effort to write them down after I wake up, however. Lucid dreaming, however, is much rarer for me. I remember one night in the past few days, where for a brief period in my dream, my dream came into focus and I realized I was dreaming. Interestingly, the way things looked in the dream changed when I had that realization. That was shortly before I woke up, though. Actually, I've had bits of lucidity a lot of times directly before I woke up.
Interestingly, a lot of my dreams seem to take places in houses/complexes and the like. Is that normal, to have certain themes in most of your dreams?
Post by: Baffler on March 27, 2018, 01:20:39 pm
Interestingly, a lot of my dreams seem to take places in houses/complexes and the like. Is that normal, to have certain themes in most of your dreams?
It seems to be for some people, yeah. I for instance find that while content varies my dreams are almost always in a natural setting with few to no artificial features. I like to think it's because I'm an outdoorsman at heart, but who knows? I've stopped trying to lucid dream because it's led to more bad experiences than good but recognizing that sort of pattern was actually kind of helpful in getting into the right state of mind.
Post by: KittyTac on March 28, 2018, 09:41:11 am
I hope something like this becomes feasible in the future.
Post by: Rolan7 on March 28, 2018, 12:44:42 pm
That's pretty DF, heh.
Post by: TamerVirus on March 28, 2018, 01:36:49 pm
Post by: Urist McScoopbeard on March 28, 2018, 04:02:10 pm
AIs which play roles for humans to create interesting stories with?
That's pretty DF, heh.
I love Westworld!
Post by: Eric Blank on April 07, 2018, 11:53:03 am
I was with a handful of other people that had taken shelter in a college campus or something that ran off a generator, lots of news channels were off the air because there was nobody to staff them, the internet was down because the servers lost power or didnt have anyone to maintain them, the whole structure of our society was moot, because nobody was left to run their little parts of it. It was pretty freaky.
At some point i was in a farm field gathering produce at night and i kept hearing things around me, i thought i saw something human-like but maybe an alien, and then everything was gone again, and everyone else in my group had vanished when i got back. And i dont know if thats because I was misplaced into an empty world, or they were taken, or what. It was a disturbing dream in retrospect
Post by: Rolan7 on April 07, 2018, 08:59:07 pm
Then I was just standing with all my friends at a glass wall, looking down on a marshy ditch full of corpses. And the dying.
That was three nights ago. I haven't slept soundly since, waking up at all hours to forget things. I'm exhausted. Tonight I hope to sleep a dreamless sleep... But there might not be such a thing. Only dreams we sleep through, and forget.
Post by: SalmonGod on April 07, 2018, 09:21:20 pm
The majority of the dream was feeling a huge amount of remorse about what I'd done while watching the news and hearing people talk about it and stuff, and constant paranoia as I went about my normal daily life wondering if it was ever going to be found out that I did it and replaying the act over and over in my head picking it apart for clues I might have left that could give me away.
Post by: Rolan7 on April 07, 2018, 09:35:57 pm
Post by: dragdeler on April 09, 2018, 11:48:14 pm
Post by: Elephant Parade on April 09, 2018, 11:57:26 pm
This might not be the place to ask, but is there any (easy) way to make dreams less stressful?Eliminate stress from your waking life? Sleep on your side instead of your back?
(that second one may be nonsense, but it seemed to work for me)
Post by: Maximum Spin on April 10, 2018, 12:06:25 am
It's 100% real if you have sleep apnea. Asphyxiating yourself is surprisingly stressful! (And you're less likely to do that if you're not sleeping on your back.)This might not be the place to ask, but is there any (easy) way to make dreams less stressful?Eliminate stress from your waking life? Sleep on your side instead of your back?
(that second one may be nonsense, but it seemed to work for me)
Post by: dragdeler on April 10, 2018, 05:37:28 am
Post by: Kagus on April 10, 2018, 06:42:53 am
Also sometimes causes restless leg, which makes falling asleep that much harder again. Durr.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on April 12, 2018, 09:20:22 am
I've had some issues with that as well, with night sweats and "waking up from a war", but I have a feeling it's because one of the meds I take in order to actually fall asleep has a potential side effect of "some pretty damn wild dreams", which I can never seem to remember afterwards.
Have you tried keeping a dream journal? Writing down what you can remember immediately after you wake up helps dream retention, I've heard. And personally, even when I can't remember much , often the act of writing down the dream uncovers more than I initially remembered.
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I tried this thing called wake-induced lucid dreaming last night. The gist of it is that you go to sleep, but use mental tricks(counting and the like) to stay fully conscious as you fall asleep, and as a result go straight into lucid dreaming. I expected either it wouldn't work(as it's supposedly really hard) or it would(and yay).
Instead, I kinda got stuck in between being awake and asleep. I've read that your body is supposed to go sorta numb as it falls asleep, and I did notice that... in the lower half of my body plus extremities. No matter how long I tried, I couldn't get it past that point. I never quite fell asleep(during those weird two hours, at least, the rest of the night I got a normal night's sleep), but things got weird anyway. Sorta like a bit of dream creativity got lodged in my lucidity. I figured out the secret to making friends, for one thing. The trick is that other people want to make friends with you too. All you have to do is be open to the possibility.
At some point, I decided enough was enough and opened my eyes. Immediately I got hyperactive and felt like I had already slept eight hours... kinda. My first words were reflexively "holy cow".
I don't know what happened last night. I think I'm going to try the method again and see if I can get it right this time. Feedback would be nice, though.
Post by: blazing glory on April 12, 2018, 04:32:54 pm
This was probably related to the fact that I looked up how twins worked before I went to bed, one type of which involves two fertilized eggs in the mother.
Post by: Kagus on April 12, 2018, 04:59:38 pm
RE: FallacyofUrist, for as verbose as I can be on the forum, when it comes to handwriting I am at about the level of a five-year-old. Putting pen to paper is slow, humiliating, and after any particular length of time; painful. I also get physically uncomfortable when just looking at my own wandering, unsteady script, and generally keep such endeavors to matters of utmost necessity.
I'd tried out similarly-inclined journals before, but the idea was somewhat sabotaged when I'd occasionally have trouble falling asleep because I dreaded having to write an update in the morning. So, yeah... probably not going to go for that again any time soon.
I have had some terrifyingly half-conscious experiences as of late, but those instances involved some R-rated content and are as such not really appropriate for forum consumption. The Adeptus Astartes were present, however, so it's all good.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on April 13, 2018, 10:57:03 am
Maybe you could keep a video or audio-based journal?
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My efforts towards lucid dreaming are paying off. Sortakinda. Several attempts at wake-induced lucid dreaming throughout last night failed, but at the very end I had one partially lucid dream. As in, it was very strongly lucid in the very beginning but slipped away quickly as I failed to sustain the state.
Interestingly, this was also the first night I ever had a false awakening in one of my dreams.
I've noticed an interesting pattern in my strongly lucid dreams: a first-person perspective. The less lucid I am, the more my dreams resemble stories that I'm watching from a passive perspective, the more lucid, the more control I have over my own actions, and the more... fuzzy everything looks. I've heard that focusing on details within the dream helps develop improved dream perspective.
Oh. What happened in the dream? Well, for starters, my bedroom got blown the heck down by a giant wind and I got dropped out of the sky. I did kinda ask for the dropping out of the sky part, though, before I fell asleep, so...
Post by: Eric Blank on April 13, 2018, 04:14:42 pm
Somehow this quarantine was breached or her area of effect moved, because she got hold of a family driving along a road outside the quarantine zone, and from there jumped into the city on the island and she just started eating everybody and nothing could stop her
Post by: Kagus on April 13, 2018, 05:56:39 pm
Had a dream in which a malevolent demon was let loose somehow. She was initially trapped in something that wound up in a carnival ride outside a shopping mall, and ate everyone that was in that ride and much of the people in the surrounding area. She had this power to summon tentacles to drag people back into her dimension where she would eat them, but the radius in which she could manifest was limited by how many people she had so far consumed. For a while half the island was quarantined to avoid feeding her and unmanned humanoid mechs like jagers were employed to try to find a way to diminish her power.
Somehow this quarantine was breached or her area of effect moved, because she got hold of a family driving along a road outside the quarantine zone, and from there jumped into the city on the island and she just started eating everybody and nothing could stop her
The great thing about the open ending here is that it leads directly into your sigtext. THEN CAME TOBNOM, ASS-GOD.
Sounds like a pretty cool dream!
Post by: Eric Blank on April 13, 2018, 07:47:33 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 16, 2018, 09:05:53 am
*EDIT
18/04/2018
I remember little about this dream, except that it seemed like a cross between Austin Powers and James Bond - with the most memorable bits being when the Dr. Evil boss told an awful joke telling one of his henchmen to overkill himself, which incensed the henchmen and spurred him to fire a rocket at me. The dream ends with me searching for an available hotel room after jumping into a river, it was an incoherent mess but a delightful dream nonetheless
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 18, 2018, 08:31:12 am
I don't know if this qualifies as a nightmare, but it came damn close.Blade of the Immortal II
For some reason I was in a bathroom, a public one, with stalls. There was a minotaur in there as well, not really sure why. I asked him to kill me. First, I heard my neck cracking, so I wiggled it around but it was still there. An instant later, something hit my gut, and everything went black.
So I thought to myself, I'm dead, huh.
Then I saw myself, or rather, the side of my head. The head of my corpse.
There had been a curse placed on me. Some sort of black magic, or something. I couldn't die, ever. But I tried.
*EDIT
19/04/2018
Dream highly alarming. Dreamed the news was saying Keanu Reeves died, woke up alarmed, but in reality, Keanu Reeves is fine
Post by: Dunamisdeos on April 23, 2018, 02:20:08 pm
However, my wife couldn't see any of them, and they all talked in vague gibberish. I came to the conclusion that I was hallucinating, and then I woke up.
Post by: Rolan7 on April 27, 2018, 04:00:46 am
Later I was approached by a sad kid who seemed very familiar. They wanted to thank me for saving them a couple years earlier, but I couldn't remember. They turned into a brother and sister and told me it was okay, but that I needed to run. I needed to run *now*. They called me by first name, calm yet frighteningly insistent. I ran, summoning a door in a nearby wall (my power, apparently). That chilling feeling of being pursued, again...
Oddly the dream didn't end, though. I found my way into a courtroom where, for my good deeds, I was offered the opportunity to be physically transformed into my favorite video game hero, or apparently heroine. I was terrified, the judge was surprised but professional. Her honor had me pick up a telephone receiver, which woke me up at 4:30AM, very confused.
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 28, 2018, 06:23:40 am
Panicked, they intended to hide the body by the coast, but they had a problem in that the digging tools were all being held by the other two co-workers. Cue the murder going up to the other two co-workers, trying to act non-suspiciously to requisition their tools, aware that even in the dark one could kinda make out the dead body's outline if they just looked at it right. One of the coworkers, an elderly man in his early 70's of mixed Jamaican-Indian heritage, helpfully offered to study his sample together, his helpfulness ignoring all protests to the contrary. He walks all the way up and discovers the dead body, confirming his former co-worker is dead, and then plonks the shovel down. Looking at the murderer, the murderer looking at the shovel, the elderly man concocts a tail about how the their co-worker was struck by lightning, and about how to make it seem so. Their third co-worker, she goes up to the victim, observes it and then heads off to the coast to go vomit.
The three of them unite in conspiracy and steal all of the victim's work, all for their own various motives. When they move to a regional conference to accept their awards and mourn their dead colleague, things start going awry when they start dying one by one to various improbable electrical faults. It becomes apparent that they're either as unlucky as someone struck by lightning or they're being haunted. The elderly scientist man watches one of his colleagues get electrocuted on a malfunctioning car and lamppost when he too gets hit by a car, but after some screaming, he realizes the car bonnet is plastic and he's actually fine. The car nearly bisects him on a wall before he does a sick leg raise and calmly walks away. He receives a call on his phone but accidentally drops it right before it explodes.
This continues onwards for a while with the old man laughing as death gets increasingly frustrated at its inability to take him out. He continues prolonging this for 6 days, getting all of his life affairs in order, having heartfelt conversations with his grandkids, before deciding to die comfily in a warm bathtub
Post by: Yoink on April 28, 2018, 08:36:17 pm
This was of course concerning, but we applied first aid and a bunch of stuff happened that I can't remember. I think maybe we were coworkers? I don't know. Anyway before too long the guy was fitted with a robotic eye to replace his ruined one. It seemed to work perfectly, although as the dream continued and we went about our business he began to complain at times of seeing things that weren't there. This concerned me somewhat, but he would always laugh it off, and I think before long he stopped telling me of these hallucinations/malfunctions.
Some time later, we were on a job. I think our line of work may have been somewhat violent, considering I was armed with some kind of gun as well as a grenade launcher. *shrug* Can't remember exactly what we'd been doing, but as we were heading to leave a building my friend suddenly went berserk. He attacked me and I pumped several bullets into him. They didn't seem to have much effect, and he continued rushing at me.
I realised his robotic implant had somehow taken over his body, and as he chased me down some stairs I thought fast and fired my grenade launcher at the roof. It was a good shot, the grenade bounced from the ceiling and exploded right next to him - but still his charge continued unabated.
At this point I realised two things, A: that I was dreaming, and B: that there was no way I could escape this guy.
In a bold stratagem, I stopped running with what I hoped was enough distance between the two of us, closed my eyes and began the weird, vigorous blinking technique that I invented as a child to escape from scary dreams. I woke up just as I felt my foe's gigantic hands grabbing me by the shoulders. Phew.
Tl;dr: Hulking friend/coworker loses eye in freak sewing machine accident, has it replaced by robotic eye that gradually takes control of his mind/body, goes berserk on some mission and attacks me, proving impervious to bullets and close-quarters grenade explosions, prompting me to hurriedly quit the dream using my dream-manipulation powers before I could be torn limb from limb.
I wish I'd written this down earlier, I feel like there were several more details that I remembered when I first woke up. Also, I could still remember at least a bit of one or two other dreams, but now they're gone completely. :<
Post by: Dunamisdeos on May 01, 2018, 02:26:14 pm
Except it happened 11 times in a row before I woke up, each time a new scenario.
Post by: Xantalos on May 02, 2018, 01:17:07 pm
I was walking home from ... probably school or something when I noticed a bunch of people looking oddly at me or making attempts to get closer to me, like running their car through red lights in order to get a whiff or something - evidently the pheromone was intoxicating as well, and extremely potent. Now, I had a degree of meta knowledge and was able to act kind of like myself even though I was ostensibly a young girl, so I knew this was the first stages of the effect and ran home to one of the many houses I've lived in - this one had a bigass front yard with a ton of trees in it, like our own miniature forest.
There were three people there - my mother, her friend's daughter who seems to have been 'cast' as the older sister in this tale despite being 13ish in real life, and this guy who I think was 'cast' as one of my mom's friends over to visit, but who also happened to be this reggae musician guy. In any case, I get home with my meta knowledge that men are gonna try to kill me basically on sight, but at the same time the girl I'm playing doesn't quite know that and doesn't realize that Michael, as we'll call him, is in the house.
So my mom and the girl!me talk about school and stuff before I force the topic of how people were being all aggressive towards me, and that seemed to advance the script - Michael comes out of another room and immediately flies into a rage, lumbering towards me but making really angry noises and all that. Now, the dream allowed me some latitude here, probably for purposes of more effectively conveying the terror of being a skinny teenage girl having a 6'6 guy trying to kill you - same reason I knew his efforts would start ramping up as time went on. However, the dream didn't account for three things:
1. I meta-knew that if you knocked someone out while they were affected by the rage, when they woke up they'd be immune to its effects.
2. The reality of how a fight works doesn't matter so much in a dream.
3. I know how to knock people out.
So I lured Michael into the living room and KO-d his ass, breaking quite a few things in the process. But I knew when he woke up he'd be fine, though I also knew I'd have to find that out in a suspenseful scene. It was scripted, what else can I say?
Anyhow, according to the strange horror-movie logic of the dream, my mom then called the police 'in order to have an explanation for what happened here' like an alibi or something. Not entirely certain why, but it was a scripted event. My mom, 'sister', and I cleaned up all the shattered and broken things, blood, etc (Michael had broken a lot of things as the rage took hold of him) and put him (still sleeping) on the couch while we waited for the police to arrive. I had that scene where he wakes up and you think for a second he'll start attacking again but he just said something along the lines of 'ugh my head, what happened Ellie' which seemed to be the name of the girl I was playing.
Then the police arrived, and it was a whole SWAT team for some reason. They were awfully polite, called to let us know they were coming and everything. In full defiance of logic, I, the girl who induces homocidal rage in any man that gets near me, goes out to let them in through this gate thing that was like a peach-coloured wall with red metal sloping roof things that you see outside Chinese palaces and such. I'm not sure why it suddenly appeared around the house, nor why it was night, but I assume atmosphere.
I let the SWAT guys in, and they're fairly friendly at first - not sure why the effect didn't take instant hold, for suspense reasons I assume - and they go into the house to inspect it, one of them bringing out an owl that's supposed to sniff drugs out or something. I don't stick around, as the dream's granted me control over what I do again and I've just realized that I'm in an enclosed space with 8 or so trained killers HOLDING ASSAULT RIFLES about to go 28 Days Later on my ass. I ran like hell out of the house and into the miniature woods in the front yard and all I could hear was the 'script' playing out on the inside of the house. I'll number what I think were different officers talking.
1: "Hey man you alright, you look kinda distant."
2: "Yeah, just a little pissed off. You smell that?"
1: "Smell what?"
3: "Nah, I smell it too, it's like ... (agitated) what is that?"
4:" I dunno but we gotta find it!"
5: "Yeah, it won't come out of my nose, it's like ... rrrrrgh!"
2: "Gotta find it where is it WHERE IS IT"
3: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL?!"
1: *incoherent screaming*
Kinda devolved into all of them doing that. It was dark, raining ... really suspenseful, I'll give it that.
Trouble was I woke up literally then, probably because I wasn't sticking to the script, by the time they'd reached the incoherent yelling state I was something like 4 houses over and in the middle of trying to steal a car.
So that was interesting.
Post by: scourge728 on May 08, 2018, 11:31:34 am
Post by: Dunamisdeos on May 08, 2018, 01:16:48 pm
I lucid dream like, multiple times a night, so that's not unusual. But like, I cannot wake up. I wake up into another dream, lately.
Post by: Yoink on May 08, 2018, 06:04:43 pm
I do remember an amusing snippet of a dream from the night before, though: I was waiting somewhere to receive a couch I had ordered. It turned out to be gigantic, the size of a house or larger, and was delivered on one of those huge trucks that are used for moving houses (or at least that was common practice in my home state, where houses are traditionally built from wood rather than brick), complete with a car driving ahead, festooned with flashing lights to warn people of the oversized load being hauled behind.
The house I was in seemed to conform to accommodate the size of the couch, though. Or perhaps it had been a giant house all along? More likely, I think, the dream had simply stopped making sense some time ago, as it was at that moment I woke up, before having time to ponder just how I was going to climb up to actually sit on this ginormous couch once they had brought it inside.
Post by: Rolan7 on May 08, 2018, 06:10:55 pm
I keep being unable to wake up from dreams that I know are dreams when it's time to wake up in the morning.Same here. Not so much this week, but it comes and goes.
I lucid dream like, multiple times a night, so that's not unusual. But like, I cannot wake up. I wake up into another dream, lately.
Like being stuck in a fever. One's imagination is manageable when you can wake up. Even if things get awful, shockingly so, it's kinda okay if it's just a dream. Being able to leave makes it okay, I'm there by choice, trying to listen to my subconscious and address its/my concerns.
Being stuck changes the paradigm. Ugh, at least I don't usually realize I'm trapped until the third iteration or so, usually near the end.
As far as I remember. Who knows what happens to us, in the times we forget. Doesn't bear thinking about.
Post by: Hanslanda on May 11, 2018, 01:41:55 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on May 11, 2018, 03:09:54 pm
I don't remember much, but it was a voluntary psychadelic romp. I was a group of semi-"good" vampires, then I was fighting a single evil vampire (with a big beard) who made clones of himself. Using victims? I'm not sure because I interrupted his monologue by becoming a party of hippos, and/or elephants, and wandering off to graze.
There was also some sort of cat-like monster, deadly yet cuddly. Maybe a lion. It purred in my arms!
I woke up feeling pretty good. I felt like I could have woken up at any time, and that feeling (true or not) allowed me to experience the rather dark parts without fear.
(My Fallen London character didn't do so well. After hunting a beast through a field of needle-and-knife-like plants, being sutured with rat-whiskers, and eventually being swallowed whole... There was a dark cavern (inside the monster!) full of formless, jealous creatures who steal sensation. "Good place to leave off for the night!" said I, then happily dreamed of vampires)
Post by: Starver on May 13, 2018, 07:06:25 am
After a fuss attending a Doctor Who convention (the last day of, having gone by bus and been short-changed by the bus-conductor, but also got a golden (actial gold!) certificate of attendance as part of the fare, though it was just to "the stop after the bus-station", and I didn't say I was going there for that) and meeting many characters I 'know' (more charicatures of RL people I might see once a year or so, or last saw in university, and not at a Whovian convention, because I've never been to one of those) I realised that this wasn't actually the happy occasion of reunion that it could have been, because it was a dream, and was telling people this. Even tried to sort of prove it by trying to invoke my classic 'hoverfeet' flying thing, but I wasn't actually too convincing and I didn't seem to persuade anyone that they were fictional. Then I woke up.
After drifting back off again, there was now a weird story set in a snowy maintainous area, that at one point included a Muppet being allowed to pilot a plane. A small childish muppet (like Elmo) but purple (like Gonzo). Some confusion over whether the plane was piloted by Enzo/Golmo or by the muppeteer (blind, from below the level of the cockpit), when control was handed over to him/it/him from the pilot in the rear tandem seat but it was handed over (not just faked, like the chimp driver in the Cannonball Run film) and wasn't flown very well (because the plane made some impossibly hard landings/bounces, in error).
Then it goes over a ridge and BOOM, a fireball, and debris and (obligatory) burning wheel flies over the lip of the ridge and down the near slope. But it must be faked, because the slope is lined with traffic cones and people in high-vis jackets, obviously a pre-planned effect.
Needing to see this up close, I go towards this, but along the way the slope changes to being downhill away from me, the snowy mountainous terrain changes to damp forest plantation and the coned-off area now designates a (mud-?)tobohgan event for kids, with the adults in jackets being organisers of this event.
It seems a little ridiculous, and I'm out of place here, so I wander off to the right towards a building complex. All harsh angular concrete, painted white. With glitches!
Some walls flicker, as per a clipping error in a custom Doom map¹, and it makes me aware of their unreality. But I ignore them, mostly. But I keep the feeling of unreality (in a 'dream' way, rather than hologram/tech/etc).
Entering a building, through what I come to assume is an unintentionally unlocked door, I appear to be in a medical complex. On one level, there's a notice on a door warning about some sort of nanite being loose in the area, potentially 'infectious' even though it seems that authorised people (patients, visitors, staff) who should be there are safe enough. I balk, though, and move on elsewhere. To what seems to be the head of a maglev monorail (and carpark) as viewed from a kind of restaurant/breakfast bar seating area that crosses (and, impossibly, blocks off without blocking off) the last few tens of feet of magrail. Other people there seem to assume that I'm supposed to be there, perhaps some part of the same cultish technoconspiracy I seem to have wandered in on, and I play along as I watch (and comment upon) some cars trying to reorder themselves (ok, with drivers, though one is also a seemingly intelligently-reconfiguring maglev/wheeled hybrid sports chassis, and may have some self-driving features) in the car-park without crossing the magrail, as a small maglev carriage arrives and (somehow) passes through to behind where I have been sitting, basically straight atop that track.
Then I woke, again.
¹ Which reminds me of my DOOM map I playfully concocted a while back, in actual Real Life. Strange to have come up in a recent dream.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on May 14, 2018, 03:13:30 pm
I keep being unable to wake up from dreams that I know are dreams when it's time to wake up in the morning.Same here. Not so much this week, but it comes and goes.
I lucid dream like, multiple times a night, so that's not unusual. But like, I cannot wake up. I wake up into another dream, lately.
Like being stuck in a fever. One's imagination is manageable when you can wake up. Even if things get awful, shockingly so, it's kinda okay if it's just a dream. Being able to leave makes it okay, I'm there by choice, trying to listen to my subconscious and address its/my concerns.
Being stuck changes the paradigm. Ugh, at least I don't usually realize I'm trapped until the third iteration or so, usually near the end.
As far as I remember. Who knows what happens to us, in the times we forget. Doesn't bear thinking about.
Ya like, I "wake up" and my first thing is to look around and say "ok, so, am I actually awake". But I can always change things, it's my dream after all. I just don't want to be asleep, and it's irritating.
Post by: Eric Blank on May 16, 2018, 06:47:43 am
Post by: scourge728 on May 16, 2018, 10:56:21 am
Post by: JoshuaFH on May 26, 2018, 05:28:58 pm
I'm crying a little.
Post by: Rolan7 on May 27, 2018, 09:28:40 am
Then I see this awful mutated rat in the road. It moves *fast* and I'm dream-sluggish, but I manage to dodge and jump around until I finally manage to land a strong kick, defeating it. That felt good for a moment, until a rat-king appeared. In this setting: a roiling mass of mutated flesh and tentacles, somehow almost as fast as the lone rat, laughing psionically at me as it serpentined down the road. I ran as fast as I could, screaming in horror, suspecting that it would absorb me.
It nipped at my heels for a bit, just having fun I think, before suddenly stopping. It started gradually growing larger, creeping over the ground as a fleshy, ratty tide. Clearly Command needed to hear about this, also I needed help and to be anywhere else, so I kept running to a nearby radio tower. Not that I had a radio, I just wanted a vantage point to see where to go.
And sure enough, I spotted an SUV approaching! I hopped off the tower (heh, dreams) and intercepted the SUV. It was a mother driving her middle-school daughter into town. I begged until she reluctantly let me in - she didn't seem worried about anything, just indifferent. I caught my breath as we rode into town. Oh hey, kids are good with technology right? I struck up a conversation with the child, and sure enough, she could totally contact command for me. I promised I had vital secret information that would save a lot of lives, and basically got "Sure whatever, I'm bored" and "I'll be at the mall, bring her afterward".
One part I really liked was that I asked how she knew so much tech stuff, and she said she'd started by tinkering with bicycles. "Me too! I can tune a spoke, but not a radio" I said. idunno I just thought it was clever wordplay for a dream.
The "town" was more a futuristic megacity, with lots of traffic. The mother really didn't pay attention to the road, but somehow we avoided hitting anyone. Barely. Such a dream trope, being driven poorly. But we got dropped off next to a friend of the girl who was waiting in the street with comm equipment, and they got started.
Somewhat bored, I picked up a really cool katana someone had dropped. It was actually a naginata, and it had blood on it. "Oh, you should definitely put that down" they said. I agreed, not wanting to accidentally be a target for dueling. Which was fortunate because just then a group of Yakuza came down a stairway. They just sort of smiled at us as we respectfully stared at the ground and bowed slightly.
And then we contacted headquarters and the dream ended, mission accomplished!
Post by: deathpunch578 on May 28, 2018, 03:55:50 am
I go into a comedy club in some big city, all there is is a man screaming on stage for a few minutes. when he stops screaming the audience laughs. but after a few rounds of screaming and laughing he proceeds to say "Hi. Welcome to my Ted Talk" and talk about why he wants to fuck stalin.
Post by: Yoink on May 28, 2018, 03:10:32 pm
Mildly disappointed, I nonetheless feigned some also-mild enthusiasm as she showed me this folder/scrapbook of wedding photos.
"What a badass couple," I said duly, and it just so happened that we were at the shore (in some heavily built-up area) near the spot where the wedding had taken place.
The huge, long net that had been used was still there, and at that point her girlf-- er, wife, showed up, and they explained that the net was actually involved in their primary hobby, which was basically jumping into the sea holding the net, while the other girl held the other end and pulled it tight to produce a sort of whip-cracking effect and launch her. I don't know, it made sense in the dream.
Anyway, they asked if I wanted to try and I figured what the hell, taking up position in the middle of the net and gripping the thick ropes it was woven from.
I and my friend leapt in, whilst her partner stayed on the seawall (?) to act as our anchor with her hulking muscles - though I didn't realise this at first and actually pushed her in once as I warmed to the game, before her role was explained to me.
Anyway, the sea was basically surf, high winds churning it madly against the shore we were on and the base of some nearby bridge or pier. I'm not sure if these weather conditions were ideal for the activity or not, but before long we were achieving phenomenally high leaps out of the water.
It was exhilarating, unlike anything I could remember feeling before - in this dream, at least. It was like how it felt to chew 5 gum or some shit.
My friend shouted to me over the sound of the water that we should be careful, that if I got too high I would be unable to hang on to the net. It seemed to me that my last jump had been perilously close to the height she described, which concerned me, but I figured I'd return to solid ground after my next jump.
As I rose into it from the water, our shore-bound companion fiercely cracking our strange human whip, I felt myself surging upwards, rising higher than ever before. Then, as my body swung upside down I felt incredible g-force as the rope slowly began to pull taught. I set my fists in a vice-like grip and clung to that rope for dear life, seemingly eking every last bit of strength from every muscle in my body, but it was no use.
I was flung into the sky, almost directly upwards, my body slowly turning as I went.
It was peculiar to feel so entirely helpless, knowing there was nothing I could do and that I had no miraculous gadget on me with which to save myself. There was a long moment of almost peacefulness, then the pressure of high altitude began to squeeze at me, with me having shown no signs of losing momentum.
Inevitably I passed through the various layers of atmosphere, somehow not burning to a crisp in the process but doomed nonetheless. Pressure and various forces were severe enough already, then I slipped out into the blackness of space and felt vacuum squeezing me. I survived a few seconds, floating onwards whilst feeling my lungs fill with it and pondering with some trepidation what lay after death, then was abruptly crushed into a bloody paste of gibs.
I was immediately replaced by a ghostly version of myself where my body had been. "Oh cool," I thought, "it's like SS13."
I floated around for a bit in space, not long enough for the horrors of being stuck out there in such a form to occur to me, before I was approached by some massive being.
My memory is unfortunately hazy here since I was about to wake up, but he (for it was a he, a huge, vaguely human form) plucked me back to... where?
Some sort of strange, mountainous settlement. Here a lot of Dwarf Fortress influence came into the dream. This gigantic, cartoonish, bearded figure (who looked a bit like Doctor Robotnik with dark, curly hair wearing hospital scrubs) carried me in his hand as he loomed out from behind this mountain.
(The dream was in a side-scrolling perspective at this point.)
He began bellyaching to me about all the problems that had befallen this place (which was something like a mix of a dwarf fortress and a NanoTrasen space station), leading to its imminent end, and asked me what had taken place in another, remote part of it that was offscreen somewhere up the mountain - perhaps where my earlier, forgotten dream adventures has begun, before I ever crossed the path of a certain cute lesbo? - some kind of research outpost, I think, to which I replied that it had also fallen (and saw it on screen briefly) quite some time ago. I'm not sure how I escaped.
He replied in a sad or possibly aggrieved tone that those pesky research outposts were always the first to go, then returned his attention to more immediate matters.
Was this, then, Armok himself? A Df player personified? I do not think so, he seemed to watch over the players. To observe their games, and cast judgements. He didn't seem particularly omnipotent, though - but this time he had a plan, a plan to take revenge on these vaguely-defined monsters that were flooding up to destroy the fortress from somewhere below (demons, possibly, but I don't think they were described as such nor looked particularly like cliche demons - plus they came from outside the fortress).
He had, in his flying boat (which we now seemed to be hovering in - it was very cartoonist), a cubic buttload or so of big-ass bombs. After explaining his (rather simple) plan and the reasoning behind it to me, and perhaps talking for a while on other topics whilst waiting for the right moment, he opened a gate on his stylised wooden galleon and sent this shitload of round bombs, adorned with flashing red lights, bouncing down the mountainside like an avalanche.
I briefly spectated on the flurry of explosions as they began to hit the forerunners of the horde, my side-on camera angle shifted downwards just far enough to catch the occasional glimpse of the creatures themselves amongst the blasts, and then I woke up to my alarm going off.
Tl;dr: met a cute girl who turned out to be a lesbian and was launched accidentally through the stratosphere by she and her incredibly muscular wife, whereupon after my messy demise I became an ss13-style ghost and met some kinda god who may-or-may-not have been Armok and we dumped a whole bunch of bombs out of a flying boat onto the demons that had wrecked his fortress/futuristic research settlement.
Post by: scourge728 on May 28, 2018, 03:14:50 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on June 01, 2018, 12:03:38 pm
That dream was pretty epic, though, and I think I'm using the word right! I miss having SS13 dreams heh, I should play again sometimes.
I can't remember most of my dream, but I was a superhero sidekick with a bunch of other sidekicks. We were climbing up and down telephone poles for some reason. I think we were supposed to skate along the lines, but didn't.
I mean, it beats the point around 4AM where I woke up and kept hallucinating someone in my bed when I tried to fall back asleep :P Like 3 times, bleh.
Post by: Rose on June 02, 2018, 12:24:59 am
Post by: x2yzh9 on June 02, 2018, 01:15:02 am
It was set in the 2050s-2070s, specifically after a period of time which ended in a technological singularity beginning in the late 2010's and ending near the time the first humans finally became sufficient on Mars. Me and a group of other people were sent to a site, where we took an oath by our own volition. Then the people that made us take this oath were instantly sealed behind a closing door, and the group was thrown into a set of trials. A couple first ones were basic military training exercises, like live fire drills(not kidding, saw some people get shot in the dream and die on the floors as we walked through a building with bullet residue, blood and gore everywhere. Kind of spartan in nature tbh) but it ended in a foxhole where my best friend-Specifically my best friend that I had gone through 'training' with, died, and most of the people excluding me and a couple fell victim to some type of zombie-like creature(s). Then we learned how to time-travel, which was pretty cool. However, this was the start of a 'second' technological singularity which resulted in WW3, a fleet of planes coming from over the atlantic dropping army's of paratroopers that were just as well trained as us in Boston, first, specifically.
I remember fighting through the city, having to rewind to the moment of my death and stop time before my death to rewind to a earlier or latter point in time in a alternate timeline which I had not died to continue my basic survival. I saw a child and a man I recognize from my life, living there, and the child was recognized to me as a 'starchild'-A concept I learned early in childhood IRL, probably psychological basis. At the end, yea, I died, but it was karmic in energy feeling(those who live by the sword die by the sword kinda vibe)
Post by: Eric Blank on June 02, 2018, 11:57:03 am
Post by: Spehss _ on June 03, 2018, 07:30:34 am
I think I woke up from that one, then fell back asleep. Had another dream after that. It was a dream where there was a suicide epidemic where kids would walk in on suicide scenes, record them, and put them up on the internet for other people to see. And doing so spread this "ghost" through the internet which would haunt and possess other people who saw the online videos and drive them to suicide.
I guess it was spooky dream night.
Post by: Baffler on June 03, 2018, 11:24:38 pm
Through the whole thing I felt nothing, or at least very little, but now that it's the morning it's been bothering me a lot, although some of them cut deeper than others.
Post by: Enemy post on June 03, 2018, 11:36:30 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on June 04, 2018, 11:04:54 am
(I've been "playing" an optimizing-run of Oblivion... I think my subconscious got lazy/sarcastic with this one)
Post by: King Zultan on June 05, 2018, 02:20:23 am
Post by: Spehss _ on June 05, 2018, 09:22:15 am
Then a flood came, combined with a big temperature drop and an air conditioning system malfunction that turned the insides of buildings into freezers. Flooded buildings would have frozen over pools of water that would be flooding multiple floors. Everything was ruined.
Post by: Hotfire90 on June 06, 2018, 06:47:15 am
In another dream I was trying to get back home with my bicycle, however there were holes in reality appearing everywhere, touching those holes gradually caused whatever was touching them to disappear, also the roads were very steep. After some time my bicycle fell apart from touching too many of those reality holes, so I decided to join a carpool of four, all of them sitting in the front of the car.
The carpool didn't last for long due to a combination of terrible driving and even more reality holes appearing on the road, at some point the floor of the car was violently torn off because of the terrible driving, shortly after I noticed that I was missing a lung.
After the car was destroyed we exited it and one of the passengers took out his machine gun and shot and killed the rest of us.
I was ressurected and I decided that I had enough of this and took the bus home.
Post by: Yoink on June 06, 2018, 07:48:05 am
Things went on like this for a while (the details are hazy, but it was a pleasant time as far as I can remember), and then at one point, while I was sitting on this kinda gross, beige-ish couch in the waiting area by the counter, one of the girls came out and basically leapt onto me to start making out. Naturally I was even more enamoured with my new favourite restaurant after that...
Love and Drugs. How nice of my subconscious to spell out two of my greatest and most shameful desires so neatly to torment me with. X́D
And then later in the dream, for some reason I was with my mother (I'm not sure if I was living with/visiting her in the dream or she was visiting me or what - I have no idea where it was even set so w/e, but I know the restaurant was very close to wherever I was living/staying), driving along, when she decided she wanted something to eat.
I'm guessing she already knew about the place - perhaps she had eaten takeaway I'd bought there before - but hadn't been in there before, and to my horror she insisted on marching in there herself. My mother! Interacting with women I was romantically interested in! Oh gods, what a horrifying prospect.
For some reason she was insistent on going in herself, and I could hardly tell her the real reason I didn't want her in here, could I?
Fortunately, the girls had for some reason left the shop unattended - but open, so surely they couldn't be far away.
Mother was determined to acquire food from this place, though. She probably at least called out to try and raise somebody's attention, or possibly even rang one of those little bells one sees on so many commercial counter-tops. I tried and tried to convince her to give up and leave and to eat somewhere else, but at this point she was angry at the management for being open yet not around to serve her. Uh-oh. Knowing her she probably wouldn't even bother buying food by this point, she'd just hang around to give them a piece of her mind.
Luckily, I think I either managed to drag her out of there before either of my love interests deigned to return to work, or the dream ended.
Thank fuck for that. Kind of a stressful dream to start the day with, now I think about it, haha. Pretty good overall, though.
Tl;dr: began an unexpected romance with a pair of babes working at a local (to wherever I was living in the dream) takeaway restaurant, bought drugs for/with them from amusing drug dealer caricatures hanging around about thirty metres down the street, and then my mother very nearly ruined it all by going in there with me to get food and making me die of embarrassment but fortunately they were both slacking off and I either dragged my troublesome parent out of there or the dream ended before worlds could tragically collide.
I also just realised I never finished typing and posting the badass, rather-more-dramatic dream I had a few nights ago. I think I still have the text saved in another tab... oh, I do. Might finish that and post it later. Hopefully an abridged version, since it looks pretty damned rambly judging by a cursory glance.
Edit: @Spehss: that reminds me of one of my favourite books!
@Hotfire: that's... pretty dang funny, haha. Been a while since I've
Post by: Rolan7 on June 06, 2018, 10:42:22 am
I lay there on the ground, somewhat annoyed, waiting to wake up. But it didn't happen. I couldn't "let go". I saw the bad guy's feet approach, and I tried to grab him, but just shuddered weakly. Then I think I got executed, didn't hear the shot.
Everything was dark, but I still didn't wake up. And I could... hear. I moved towards the voice of my murderer in a cold rage. There was a scream, and I saw my spectral limbs wrapped around him, draining his life. His face got a shrunken, undead look to it, and I realized I was puppeting his body (corpse?) around. I honestly don't remember what I did next.
Later, still mad with hunger and rage, I almost drained some fellow investigators. I managed to stop, though, and transformed into a much more passive kind of ghost. Not even enough energy to spy, just offer sage advice and brainstorm.
Post by: Eric Blank on June 06, 2018, 02:29:38 pm
So I went and wandered across a bridge to a mountain hiking trail on the other side of the river that ran through the valley. I learned there was an important emperor of something or other going to be crossing the bridge in a minute, so I intercepted him and stole something and ran off into the mountains with some friends. We bumped into a giant that almost killed us, then a bear in the other direction that almost killed us, then let the giant fight the bear, and ran off, only to learn the emperor was the emperor of the vampires, because him and his pals ambushed us and tried to kill us, because the thing I stole was a rock that was like his phylactery or something, it contained his soul. So we beat them up and booked it before they recovered (we were above the treeline now so there was a distinct lack of wooden stakes with which to impale them, I guess)
I ended up following the mountain ridges clear across the valley and buried the heart under a mud puddle on a mountainside to hide it. My friends ran in a bunch of other directions. The dream didnt go much farther than that, but there was lots of worrying about whether the vampires knew where the heart was buried and trying to keep tabs on them.
Last nights dream was some nonsense about getting a job cleaning up warehouses and office buildings. The end of my shift came, at like 5 am, and I went down the street to an office building. I just crashed in their closet all day playing with my phone, nobody even opened the closet, it was pretty roomy though, then when everyone went home, at 6pm or something, I came out and started turning off all the lights and taking out the trash and stuff, and after doing that in one part of the building I continued into another part where there was like a restaurant, people were still eating and everything but I still went around and turned off all the lights and took out the trash. Then my supervisor came and yelled at me about something, and then I learned that beyond the big fancy restaurant there was a Panda Express and a Starbucks or something and I decided to have chinese for breakfast, but they had nothing, like seriously hadnt cooked a damn thing. It was a stressful and disappointing dream.
Post by: Aliemma on June 07, 2018, 01:31:45 am
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Post by: Starver on June 10, 2018, 07:22:11 pm
The outputs, whatever they were, were outside a restaurant, and the switch panel was indoors in a side-room. For some reason there were a line of people responsible for this, and I thought it good that they consisted of Yorkshiremen of various standings (there was Dickie Bird, I recall, also someone else whose identity I forget but who was from Leeds, and a couple of other diverse examples who might have been now forgotten by me or were merely "the idea of Yorkshiremen" - and, no, the fact that there were four of them did not result in increasingly unbelievable tales of childhood poverty). But there was also another chap, either Belgian or Greek, or so I remember explicitly noting. In preparation for the power-up he was flicking the main switches on, sliding the intermediate levels up, then sliding them down and flicking them off again (without going to the point of routing the power to... whatever...). Apparently to get the feel of things and thus to be ready to do the deed when required.
(No, I realise that I hadn't given the four Yorkshiremen a job to do, but it was very fortunate that I had them there. Never mind that I don't know why. It either made sense in the dream, or it made as much sense as everything else up 'til that point.)
Of course I woke up before the denouement, anyway. (To be precise, I woke up, rolled over to check the time on my bedside clock, I saw it roll over from 05:59 to 06:00 and then my phone's alarm (set to 06:00, but the underlying clock being that few seconds out of whack) went off and I rolled the other way to negate the alarm (one which I'm perfectly capable of sleeping through on the right/wrong occasion). And I've been up every since, including the three times I had to rush to negate the 06:30, 06:45 and 07:00 alarms on various devices strewn around that bedroom and my person. But this isn't part of the xream, this is just part of reality. Don't know why you'd be interested in my reality, actually.)
Post by: Hotfire90 on June 13, 2018, 11:04:23 am
Once I was outside, the bomb went off causing a hullbreach, the people in sickbay didn't seem to mind though. I then suffered from a hysterical fit of laughter, which caused two other crewmembers who were hanging around outside of sickbay to ask me what I was laughing about, I tell them what had happened and they respond by saying that he deserved it. At this point the captain who looks like Picard but older and with more hair, announces that he's going on vacation and that for the duration of his vacation the ship is under the command of another captain. At this point I remember that there are hull breaches all over the ship.
Post by: Rolan7 on June 13, 2018, 11:15:04 am
Or just rewatching TNG or Voyager, because a lot of those episodes were surprisingly zany.
Post by: Hotfire90 on June 13, 2018, 11:32:27 am
Edit: Oh cool, I did keep notes about that dream.
Post by: King Zultan on June 13, 2018, 11:38:20 am
Post by: Rolan7 on June 18, 2018, 09:46:50 am
Okay so I dreamed I woke up from cryosleep in an apocalyptic future where biker gangs organized themselves based on either hating or supporting Twilight. But no one has actually seen the movies at this point, so they're fighting over an incredibly warped word-of-mouth memory. Basically two opposing cults. (heh my dreamself forgot the books even exist, or maybe no one can read).
I was found by an anti-Twilight group who were impressed by my comprehensive understanding of how the movies are bad (nevermind that I vaguely enjoy them as an unintentional horror story of abuse, and commentary on fan fiction when pared with 50 shades. And some of the music and settings are really pretty). For my pre-apocalyptic knowledge I was given special status as... priest, basically.
But oh no, opposing bikers approached over a long bridge! With pale gothy makeup and shiny chrome motorcycles. Apparently they expected a weekly tribute of some kind (heh, blood maybe?) but my presence had inspired the anti-Twilight group to fight back this time. So our group's leader and I picked up sledgehammers... And uh...
Let's just say it got really gruesome and uncomfortable. Why the heck? I don't even have strong feelings about Twilight, particularly not its fans! I'm definitely counting this one as another nightmare, because that ending got *weird*. And why do I keep dreaming about being or killing vampires??
There was an unrelated dream segment where I was bicycling across a bridge made of 2-by-4. They were placed longways and poorly, such that there were long thin gaps which bicycle wheels would fall through.
Post by: Rolan7 on June 19, 2018, 09:16:34 am
The afterlife was a DMV lobby of sorts. But the only thing keeping us in the room was ourselves. We even got to see a line of people "moving on", including various recently dead celebrities. The thing is, they were reincarnating into new lives. My first reaction was to just struggle with the cosmic implications of that for a few minutes, that there was no true end to be found. Was an interesting reaction on my part.
The room was cold and uncomfortable, and I was barefoot, but I noticed some people had shoes. I spoke with the clerk, who was "happy" to give me warm socks. And a notebook and pen. He/she (it was an angel, technically) was like a bored underpaid motel clerk. Not really hostile, willing to help, but doesn't volunteer anything.
For a while I just sat there and thought about my "life", which had involved scaling mountains and being tricked into playing Minecraft. I was kicking myself for making certain mistakes yet again. I wouldn't reincarnate with any memories, but I felt like I could change my "nature" with sufficient contemplation. So I decided to take as much time as I needed, this time, sitting in that cold room and improving on my life strategies.
But when I tried to write down notes, the letters swam annoyingly. When asked, the clerk told me it was now night-time, so dream-rules applied. I realized that the waiting room was empty but for the two of us, most people having reincarnated. A few stubborn souls like me had retired to side rooms to sleep, so I did so as well.
I had a dream-in-dream that I can't share every detail of, hehe. It involved a former president and his wife, a bodyguard, and that oddly fun nausea-feeling from doing a triple flip underwater. Apparently this couple had avoided reincarnation for so long that their "room" was a mansion with a grassy yard. They even had realistic sunlight, which was treated like a very big deal in purgatory. They acted like they got all this "contraband" by "pulling strings", but I suspect that it was just a result of building their paradise after years of refusing to move on.
I "woke" and immediately wanted to write the dream down. As I returned to my seat and started writing, I noticed that it was already almost midnight. The clerk just smirked at my confusion, as if in on some joke. Perhaps it was always night, here. I shrugged and reached in an unreal direction to acquire my laptop, to write on that instead, which caused me to wake up. Next to my laptop.
Post by: Yoink on June 19, 2018, 10:42:40 am
Reminds me that I never did get around to posting a write-up of that cool dream I had about the afterlife some months ago...
And why do I keep dreaming about being or killing vampires??Probably all the NWoD you play! :))
I just woke up from a mildly cool little dream. I've been sleeping too much lately, I really need to get my sleeping schedule back on track (I was working on that, but then hung out at a friend's place the past couple of nights which meant staying up real late), but at least it leads to a fair few dreams.
Only remember one from last night, though.
(Went to sleep at around 6pm and woke up after midnight. How disorienting.)
In this dream, I was playing some sort of base-building strategy game (which may have also been an RTS). Unfortunately I remember very little about it, but I think I had just restarted my run - I get the feeling I was still quite new to this game and had no real clue what I was doing.
I figured how to actually select starting skills for my odd-looking characters, which you could seemingly do whenever you wanted for a certain period of time after starting - and presumably tweak them as well, I guess. Interesting mechanic.
I set this one guy, who had a bit of a 'grizzled, elderly samurai wanderer' vibe to him, up with the bulk of the available melee combat skills. Can't remember what skills I gave to anyone else, I think I may have been distracted.
I noticed that a structure I had just started building was being attacked from somewhere, pelted with projectiles coming from over in the direction of a neighbouring, hostile settlement, and after scrolling to the left was bewildered to see this strange, circular structure being built into the (as far as I knew) impassable mountains at the edge of the map.
At least this didn't mean I was being shot at from off the map as I'd feared, which would have meant having to figure out how to send my meagre forces out to attack, but I still didn't know what to do here. How would I even get soldiers over those mountains? Could I build some sort of launcher of my own with which to attack theirs and have any hope of succeeding? Why was this happening so soon after the start of the game, after my last playthrough had lasted considerably longer without having seen any such thing?!
In any case, for the time being I just started constructing the next thing I'd planned to build, this giant (I'm pretty sure it was like, theme park ferris wheel-size, but then the map wasn't really to scale) rotating bubble-blower. I don't know why, either. The enemy launcher (which had what looked like a big light or screen taking up most of the top of it, in a pinkish-red colour, making the whole contraption look like some sort of LED or a giant gameshow buzzer or something) immediately redirected its fire to the new structure.
Frustrated, I quickly dug through the building menus looking for an auto-repairer (which was basically ripped straight from that game, unimaginatively titled Forts, on Steam) and built one or two of those next to my precious bubble wheel.
Then, after fiddling around for a bit setting up some bedrooms in this seemingly pre-existing structure my base was built around (maybe I'd just built it myself before the point that I savescummed to earlier), I woke up.
That was a pretty fun game/dream.
Some aspects were blatantly inspired by various real games, others were more mysterious. Wish I could remember more of it. Alas.
I think the 'being able to change up the skills of your characters early in the game' thing was inspired by D&D AL (which I really ought to get in on...) where you can apparently completely remake your character until level five or so.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on June 20, 2018, 12:54:22 pm
So I woke up (in my dream) and started going through my morning routine. It was raining hard. It's worth noting that this was not in fact my actual home, but an apartment in a colossal complex that had a ridiculous number of stories, but it was nice enough and had open terraces and whatnot. It was apparently large enough to have a Burger King on the 5th floor, and a small toy shop next to that.Most of the exterior was made of a white/light-colored stone or concrete substance.
Anyway my wife and I went to visit a neighbor, and I offered to cook lunch and made some shrimp and rice. His APT was very messy. Anyway we went out and it was still raining but part of the terraces were covered so we went on a walk. The building was tall enough that if someone wanted to get a heavy object up to one of the upper floors, you used a sort of zip line pulley thing to raise it up to where you were. For some reason, all of the other residents we met were from Africa. Maybe we were IN Africa? I'm not sure. When we left we picked up Burger King to save for our son for later. They didn't have any toys he liked.
Anyway it was situated on a large lake with a parking lot, and another lake next to that. You needed a small bridge to get to our parking lot/complex, sort of like those artificial islands with the canals you see in the Miami/Florida area. Both lakes overflowed and the parking lot was under like 1-2 feet of water and the wind got really bad so I called in to work, and my boss was like wow yeah I hope you guys are ok. And then we hung out on our balcony watching the storm and my alarm clock went off (IRL too), and I was like heh, don't need to listen to that, I'm not going to work today.
Anyway we chillaxed on the balcony for a bit until I thought WAIT A SECOND. I DON'T LIVE HERE. Then I woke up and apparently my alarm clock had been going off for more than 30m.
My boss found this story highly amusing.
Post by: JoshuaFH on June 21, 2018, 10:58:22 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 24, 2018, 09:07:00 am
The next part of my dream followed my experiences weeks after this event occurred. There was much talk of demons invading our dimension, especially after angelic beings, like disembodied, spectral faces showed up to contain the chaotic blobs of discarded limbs and offal. They weren't angels, nor were the rift spawn demons, but the names nevertheless stuck because there weren't suitable nouns in the English language to describe such unusual figures. Each face refracted light through it, so you could see the face as a distortion through the air, while they each had four "wings" which radiated fractally from each corner of their face (or faces - some had multiple faces in the same sense that dice have six faces).
The angels came from another dimension, one they claimed was above ours while the demons came from one below us. They told us not to hate the demons, because there was no malevolence from them. The fleshy amalgams could hardly even be said to be truly living, being more a reflection of their reality which was simply bleeding out of their ordained place; they were destructive, consumptive, but not moral. In their reality, everything was relative, such that even the rules which defined their reality were entering a state of hyper-relativity which was bleeding into other realities. In the mean time, they opened the door to their reality to us as a safe refuge.
Taking up their offer (for who could turn down an opportunity to travel to another dimension, even if there was a high likelihood of deceit and damnation?) I was delighted to find that there was no evil or deceit in the supra-planar entity's offer. Their dimension was conducive to human happiness, but there were things which were distinctly off. The phrase "linear motion" came up often, but everything was perfectly linear to a degree which was disconcerting. It was impossible for example for an object to have non-linear acceleration, time progressed in a perfectly linear fashion everywhere in the world at the same time, I was talking to one of my old Professors who kept charting everything demonstrating how this world obeyed a logic, yet it was a logic which did not operate under any system which should work at all.
Things became even more complicated when it became apparent that people from other lower dimensions could choose to not follow the laws of physics of their host dimension, just as the chaotic amalgams followed their own reality instead of ours when in our dimension. This meant that humans could follow a different set of physics relative to the angel's dimension, which fucked everything up because the angel's dimension had no relativity. As a consequence the angels politely requested humans follow the laws of physics, to which most concurred would be polite.
Post by: scourge728 on June 24, 2018, 10:14:48 am
Post by: FallacyofUrist on June 24, 2018, 02:34:17 pm
why can't I have dreams like that?There are ways to train yourself to dream better. Always writing down everything you remember of your dreams as soon as you wake up, no matter how small, works wonders. It's also good training for getting lucid dreams. I should get back into that.
Alternatively, I've heard that hypnosis can enhance dreams.
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 24, 2018, 04:14:40 pm
why can't I have dreams like that?Perhaps you need any of more: Stress, reading, vodka, ill life experiences, close death experiences, stoicism, friendship, betrayal, sincerity, seafaring, alienation, determination, spicyness, memory, invention... Writing down your dreams immediately after is a bloody solid start tho
Post by: Rolan7 on June 24, 2018, 05:06:40 pm
Yeah, that's probably the best way.why can't I have dreams like that?There are ways to train yourself to dream better. Always writing down everything you remember of your dreams as soon as you wake up, no matter how small, works wonders. It's also good training for getting lucid dreams. I should get back into that.
Alternatively, I've heard that hypnosis can enhance dreams.
I've also caused weird, illogical dreams by eating greasy and/or spicy food before bed. Pepperoni cheese pizza is the commonly known classic.
I also get them from napping during the day, might be a result of unusual lighting. Hasn't happened much this summer since I started sleeping well past dawn.
Post by: MrRoboto75 on June 24, 2018, 05:10:03 pm
Post by: Yoink on June 24, 2018, 07:35:33 pm
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Tl;dr: long series of awkward and embarrassing moments culminates in me slipping over in the middle of an increasingly-busy train station and somehow lacking the strength or coordination to pick myself up for a considerable amount of time, much to the amusement of countless passersby.
Gee, thanks, brain. >:(
I guess at least real life isn't quite so embarrassing.
Still, dream pretty much preyed on my worst and most believable fears. Ouch. At least the scenery in the first part I remember was nice.
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 25, 2018, 04:15:29 am
It was fairly spooky, with the howling wind definitely sounding like something horrendous was inside our base, but I told my colleague this was pretty regular and to enjoy some warming cocoa boiled from the kettle. A wise life choice to be sure. The sound of someone sneezing was surely heard, but after not being able to find anyone else, our alertness decreased. Afterwards we went outdoors, where surprisingly there were about a hundred people scattered all over the place, lightly dressed by arctic standards, while the sun was out and there was grass everywhere - it certainly didn't seem like the arctic, were it not for the fact that around this circular oasis of warmth and grass, it all looked very much like the bleak white landscape it had seemed before.
We associated with the people coming thither and that way, talked to political telemarketers keenly amused that they were talking to temporary Antarcticans, before having to return indoors as the circular green was enveloped in a gargantuan thunderstorm/snowstorm, which destroyed or forced cracks in many of the walls, letting the warmth out. To stay warm, we burned the star wars franchise
Post by: AzyWng on June 27, 2018, 12:44:37 am
Can't recall much, as I said.
Post by: Yoink on June 27, 2018, 09:12:39 am
Anyway I was tired and went to bed ridiculously early (RIP sleep schedule) and dreamt that I went to some overnight/multiple day D&D retreat which turned out to be basically a wild, drunken debauch with a bunch of (as far as I can remember) awesome people under the pretense of playing tabletop.
Can't remember exactly what we played or what went on in the session, but I do know that I got roaring drunk and was blackout by the end of it.
Also got complimented on my roleplaying by one of the established regulars the next day, who also happened to be a total babe.
Jeez, brain, I know I'm planning on getting more into playing Dungeons and Dragons, but let's not create unrealistic expectations here! >:( :))
Post by: Baffler on June 28, 2018, 02:38:51 pm
After I was done feeding them, I took the big net hanging on hooks on the side of my cart and used it to fish out one of the creatures, about the same size as my leg. This one was more fishlike than some of the others, and it was fast and wary of the net but after a short period of frustration I eventually managed to capture it. I then carried it upstairs, where a pair of women in labcoats were waiting to take blood and tissue samples. The creature had gone stock-still, as almost all of them did when taken out of water, but was in no danger - apparently they could survive for several minutes out of water without doing them any real harm, and several hours otherwise with side effects. Anyway one of the scientists told me that they could handle it from here and told me to go get lunch, so I did. I was in a boring corridor about halfway between the lab area and the cafeteria when I heard an loud clang and felt the whole building shake. All the lights turned red and the hull breach alarms started going off. Lacking a better idea I continued on to the (empty) cafeteria at a quicker pace. When I got there it was just in time to see the very tail end of something enormous pass in front of the big window looking out over the edge of the shelf. Its scales were milk white crisscrossed at random with angry red lines, and trailing from the very tip was a long black feathery tail. Suddenly it jerked and I heard the same clanging sound again, and I realized that it was physically striking the station.
So after grabbing a bunch of energy bars I ran back to the laboratory area I'd started in since it was the physical center of the station, scarfing down the bars as I ran (dream logic.) There I saw that the specimens had taken over the first floor, moving between the different pools of water and whipping themselves around in a frenzy, attacking each other when they got too close. Some had also injured themselves trying to move along the metal mesh floor. The facility staff (8 people in total) were all waiting on the second floor looking terrified. One of them, another assistant, was pretty badly hurt. Apparently he was down on the first floor and got mauled by one of the specimens before he got himself to safety. They told me that the native creatures couldn't climb the stairs so we were safe for the moment, and that they'd been able to contact "coast defense" on our landline so help was on the way. I was apparently the only one who'd actually seen what was happening though, the rest thinking that there'd been a rockslide or earthquake. They didn't believe me when I told them what had happened. I tried to convince them to just look at the external cameras but they all refused. The dream sort of devolved into nonsense from there and only disjointed images remain.
Post by: Harpadarpa. on June 28, 2018, 04:20:43 pm
I started the dream laying on top of the windshield of my mom's truck, as it drove up a mountain. I knew nobody was driving the truck, but everything seemed to be going fine. The truck made all the turns it was supposed to without any problems. As I approached the top of the mountain, though, there was a massive pile of dirt in the road. There was nothing I could do to stop the car in time, so I just laid back, as the truck ramped off the dirt, and began to flip down the mountain. Before I made contact with the ground, I closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I'm in the middle of a flat desert. There's nothing for miles and miles around, except for one movie theater with a huge cartoonish film reel as its logo, and a massive crowd facing the theater. Upon closer inspection, everybody in the crowd were exact copies of one of my buddies. I asked one of them what was going on, and he just shushed me. Immediately, one of my buddies at the front of the crowd grabbed a microphone to announce, "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, QUENTIN TARANTINO!" I tried, but I couldn't focus on his speech, because it wasn't him that came to the stage. Instead, Mitt Romney began to go on and on about the difficulties of making a movie, and all of my buddies were eating it up. I tried to ask around, like, is that really Tarantino? But all of my buddies aggressively shushed me, so I stopped talking.
Suddenly, I'm in a bright blue cave, climbing down a vividly orange rope. There's a rat in front of me. I kicked the rat as hard as I could, and he sailed across the room.
And then I woke up, wondering why I hated rats so much.
Post by: Yoink on June 28, 2018, 09:34:54 pm
My left nipple was normal in size, while my right one was thickly swollen and jutted out for at least six centimetres or so. Also drooped a bit, since the dream at least attempted to emulate realistic nipple-physics. Then my giant nipple somehow unequipped the singlet I was wearing from within, forcing me to finally notice how weird my nip was looking before the dream could end.
No idea why I was wearing just a singlet. Especially to go out in public, to the shop to buy energy drink for a couple of friends who had taken me up on my offer to get them something from down the road. How strange.
Post by: SalmonGod on June 28, 2018, 10:21:47 pm
I just vaguely remember that background info. The stuff I really remember is the intense survival bits. We were hung by our wrists inside these tubes that dangled from the rock ceiling. After the adults left, I shouted out to the others what we were really there for, and directions on how to have a chance at surviving what was about to happen. Then the tubes filled up with stuff. If I remember right, we were immersed in a thick, viscous liquid that battered us around forcefully. We had to hold our breath for a couple minutes. If any of it got in our noses or mouths, we'd be infected with a xenomorph. Then, it receded... strangely not leaving us wet. And we were dropped like 20 feet to the rock floor. The other handful of kids flocked to me after picking themselves up, scared shitless and expecting me to have the next move. Then one last guy dropped down out of his tube as an alien was bursting out of him, and we realized the cavern was dotted with eggs. The cavern was open to the outside on one end, but it was also huge. Don't remember much after this, other than there was a long, tense scene of quiet cat and mouse with this xenomorph as we scattered and tried to visually cue to each other when to dart from place to place within this rocky environment, without getting caught or disturbing the eggs. I think we were just beginning to encounter facehuggers when my alarm went off.
On waking, I found the dream fascinating, and really wanted to get back to it :P
Post by: Rolan7 on July 02, 2018, 01:01:09 am
Alice: The Dream Rekindled, was in my head and my mind. Nowhere Man.
Nonsense. So much nonsense.
I can't remember it, and I hope I don't remember it tonight. It haunts me even now, though.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 02, 2018, 03:49:14 am
Post by: Rolan7 on July 02, 2018, 11:10:46 am
Post by: Telgin on July 02, 2018, 04:35:35 pm
The dream seamlessly transitioned into one where I was responsible for building basements in skyscrapers for the real estate company that my company is partnered with (we provide internet services). For some reason they decided that they didn't need the basements anymore, so I had to fill them with cement.
Surprisingly, no xenomorphs showed up during that.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 02, 2018, 05:21:14 pm
Hehe, Sonichu. And Alpha Centauri, maybe? Unless that happens in the Davinci Code, I haven't seen it :PI reckon you're right about the Alpha Centauri influence, though I didn't see it at first - the immortal clique of leaders were the kinds that had played bureaucratic wars against one another from medieval to modern times
Post by: hops on July 05, 2018, 04:25:38 am
I dreamed of a sideways world, an emotional jungle. A clash of teeth...You really have to lay off the prisoner's honey.
Alice: The Dream Rekindled, was in my head and my mind. Nowhere Man.
Nonsense. So much nonsense.
I can't remember it, and I hope I don't remember it tonight. It haunts me even now, though.
Post by: Rolan7 on July 05, 2018, 04:51:33 am
I dreamed I traveled to another dimension where humans were novelties, and the overlord of that place was a campy theater guy who insisted I put on a show for his people. (Thor Ragnarok guy, but more ZEX/PT Barnum than gladiator combat)
There were two stages, on opposite sides of the audience, suspended high in the air over a network of low-gravity girders. The idea was to travel between by leaping and flinging oneself along the girders under the stage and audience. The duality and inconvenience of having the audience turn around was just a normal part of art, here.
A tower of further girders also extended up to host the Impresario/overlord's perch. He started building up my entrance, while I searched through crates of costumes in both of the backstages. There was one particular real-life shirt that I thought would really help make my "performance" at least tolerable. I say "performance" because I was basically a carnival show- no wonder the shirt I wanted was my only openly gay one, which I basically don't wear.
Well, I couldn't find it. I missed my cue, and the Impresario started stalling as I launched myself back and forth through the girders, searching. After a few minutes he was out of material, and the show was ruined. By the time I got on stage, the audience was gone, and he was bitterly talking directly to me. I shrugged and said I'd never pretended to be a performer - but then I saw the rot overtaking the girder network. Rot's the wrong word... Large chunks were just disappearing, fading into nonexistence. Power conduits flickered out, and the open sky darkened as the dimension died. I offered my condolences, which were sarcastically accepted.
I woke up about 7 years ago living at my Gma's house, where she was cheerfully serving breakfast. The food somehow represented the remnants of the dead dream, tasteless and unnourishing, but she didn't seem to notice it or my melancholy. She was quite happy with her religious faith instead. I shook the dream from my head as I left for work, waking up for reals.
It's just before dawn, and the birds only started singing as I typed this. Enough time for a nap, maybe.
Edit: I napped some quick thing about being a female police officer eating lunch with my daughter in a diner, and getting cheesily hit on by a sleazy Danny Devito type. And being into it except my daughter was like, right there, so trying to get him to leave while hinting that he should come back.
Also then that same character survived a fiscal apocalypse and led a rebellion against something or other, maybe aliens?
Edit2: I was divorced, by the way. Polyamory's a nice idea but I don't like cheating.
Post by: Yoink on July 05, 2018, 10:56:01 pm
Last night I dreamt that Donald Trump was the mayor of Melbourne, and was shot by a gang of teddy boys who turned out to also be radical feminists. He survived due to apparently being part-cat, and having not just nine but eighteen lives.Shortly afterwards the bus spun out of control after being hit/barely missed by some crazy driver, and it spun around and around and around, its weight struggling against the intense force of its spin and momentum, whilst I held on to my seat and hoped (I don't remember being overly worried either way) that the bus wouldn't tip over and potentially kill us all.
A stranger on the bus told me this, so who knows how much of it was true, but she was pretty cute so I woulda believed most anything she said.
Eventually, the bus came a stop, still upright, then after a brief pause continued driving and at that point I woke up.
The night before that I had dream that involved me playing a game that, according to the note I hastily scribbled on a noodle cup before going back to sleep, was basically a mixture of Battlefield, World of Tanks and Rocket League.
As far as I remember it was as strange and awesome as it sounds.
At one point this highly aggravated guy joined the pre-game lobby I was in, complaining loudly about how bad most players were. He informed us that in a recent match he'd even had to splash some money in the game's cash shop in order to have a chance at winning (or at least preserving his stats despite his incompetent teammates), and implored us to be less useless.
For some reason, instead of failing purposely to piss him off after that (I was on his team), dream-me decided to actually play well to give the guy a break.
I remember little of the game's actual mechanics, but there was tank warfare (with multiple players crewing a tank, I think), fairly standard on-foot shooter action (though you could throw weapons back and forth between teammates, which was interesting) and at least one high-speed Rocket League kinda bit which had you speeding through a war-torn forest at the start of a round, driving through transparent markers to power up your team somehow. I'm honestly not sure if you were driving some very, very strange tank for those parts, or what.
Post by: scourge728 on July 05, 2018, 11:08:30 pm
Post by: ChairmanPoo on July 06, 2018, 05:44:30 pm
My hospital themed nightmares tend to be uncomfortably complex.
Post by: hops on July 07, 2018, 09:16:58 am
Once the sun went down, he transformed into a horrifying monstrosity.
He was the size of his bedroom, and I don't remember much of the specifics but that there were fungi and barnacles over his carapaced back, and I had to duck to avoid his many wings as he apologized while trying to play a game on his tablet. His teeth were made out of carnivorous snails.
I went to the bathroom and took a shower. When I put my glasses back on I realized that my glasses didn't appear in my mirror's reflection. This made me realize that I was dreaming, and I stood there for a while figuring out what I could do. I decided I didn't have any plans in particular so I went back to my room and booted my laptop, hoping to maybe play a dream-video game which could give me some inspiration. Unfortunately it was text-based World of Warcraft.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 07, 2018, 06:08:22 pm
My perspective changed from looking up at these foes, to looking down on them descending on my body. My perspective had switched to myself, looking at myself, only this time there were two of me: This new iteration wore a cuirass and hoplite's helmet, though the weapons remained the same. Scattering the weakened foes from my defeated iteration, the new one picked the wheel from the fallen iteration and placed it on his back, with the wheel moving back into motion again. The new iteration marched onwards into the stream again, with the fallen iteration fading gently into the blackness behind him. The cycle continued
Post by: Starver on July 10, 2018, 11:54:13 am
* awaiting fireworks, staring out of various picture-windows upon the first floor of a house (that only has a ground floor) with the expectation that I could freeze them if I was looking when they happened,
* worrying that by allowing some particular person or persons to proceed down a track (a nicely laid ex-railway set up and part-metalled within a wide grass strip for bridleway use) that this would perpetuate the Smallville continuity arc, over the non-Smallville (DCCU?) versions. - A concept that in no way disturbs wakeful me, but sleeping me seemed to find it important to avoid for... reasons?
* Something something volume of a unit sphere vs unit 'cube' in a non-Euclidean (possibly hyperbolic) universe. Which is strange (I don't tend to think about hyperbolic spaces when not tiling regular octagons or similar) and, so far as I can tell, one of the more abstract dreams I've had.
* I was atop a(n open-topped double-decker) bus. Or maybe tram. (Could have been a trackless, I suppose.) And I was going in the wrong direction. But that was Ok, because so was the bus(/tram/trackless) and that included time so I will have already arrived, tachyon-like.
Post by: Baffler on July 11, 2018, 12:57:15 pm
The next door took me directly to another room, something that had never happened before. In it was what looked like the waiting room at a clinic, with a short hallway leading off to my left. To the right was a little boy, maybe 11 years old, laying down on a cot surrounded by sad looking people. Standing over him was an elderly black man in a white robe with red tassels, holding a bible over his head and seemingly performing an exorcism. I was really taking the woman's advice seriously now, and seeing that there were no doors in the waiting room I headed down the hallway. At the end I could see that the right door was open already, with a plain hallway like all the others on the other side, but I couldn't bring myself to go through. Once again I knew instinctively that this was how it was supposed to be, but in hindsight the feeling felt unnatural. I was standing there considering what to do when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw the preacher standing there with a sympathetic look on his face. He told me, "Are you lost? There's no need to be lost. Come with me." Again at the time this put me at ease, but in hindsight was even more deeply concerning. He led me through one of the side doors, which led outside to a beautiful walled garden. I sat down on an inviting looking bench, and noted with mild concern that there were no other doors besides the one he'd led me in through. I looked to ask him about this, but found that instead of sitting with me he was now standing behind me, and the boy and the rest of them from the waiting room were there all around him. Looking forward again I could see that more people had appeared, a few dozen more people and a small choir. The song was pretty, and the whole ensemble put me at ease again. The preacher told me I should "let the boy have the place of honor," and I agreed that it was only natural, so I took up a place to the preacher's left while the boy sat down on the bench.
Things went off the rails here. The preacher pulled a knife from inside his robes and that seemingly broke the spell, as it came to me all at once how very wrong the whole situation was. I wanted to leave but I couldn't move. The preacher brought the knife down and I looked away, but somehow the boy jumped up completely unharmed and ran for the door. The people standing around tried to grab him, but failed. The preacher threw the knife at him, but missed. It was at this point that I saw that I was bleeding heavily, although there was no pain. I passed out. When I came to I found I was lying on the floor of the waiting room from before, with an elderly woman sitting on a nearby chair. She noticed me stirring and called out, "he's awake, thank God!" but despite her seemingly genuine concern I was still 200% done with this place. I tried my damnedest to get up so I could leave before anyone came to check. She was a lot stronger than she looked, and she practically hauled me to my feet on her own. Lacking a better idea I decided to make for the door to the Homer Simpson Society, but I was still pretty slow and unsteady and the woman didn't help me as before. I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder. Again I turned and saw the preacher standing there with a sympathetic look on his face. He started to say something but I wasn't interested in hearing it, and I finally managed to realize I could force myself to wake up.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on July 11, 2018, 02:09:09 pm
It's actually quite pleasant for a prison, but noone is allowed to leave, and there's some manner of secret in the center of it that keeps the place functional.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 11, 2018, 04:25:42 pm
Post by: ChairmanPoo on July 11, 2018, 04:37:45 pm
I have been having recurring and consecutive dreams about being in some manner of prison or containment facility. Noone knows why we are there, and each night I go back and the experience picks up from where it left off.https://youtu.be/BT59rohv6jw
It's actually quite pleasant for a prison, but noone is allowed to leave, and there's some manner of secret in the center of it that keeps the place functional.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on July 11, 2018, 05:27:04 pm
I have been having recurring and consecutive dreams about being in some manner of prison or containment facility. Noone knows why we are there, and each night I go back and the experience picks up from where it left off.https://youtu.be/BT59rohv6jw
It's actually quite pleasant for a prison, but noone is allowed to leave, and there's some manner of secret in the center of it that keeps the place functional.
That video is blocked on Youtube BS copyright stuff.
Post by: Yoink on July 11, 2018, 05:50:41 pm
I was walking along a fairly large street in something of a hurry, feeling rather flustered, embarrassed and/or irritated by earlier events, when I noticed activity going on far above the street and looked up.
A few storeys up, on the balcony of some rather grim-looking concrete apartment building, an Asian woman was storming angrily towards a man, presumably her spouse.
I'm not sure if I could hear her shouting or not, but from her body language, gestures and the movement of her mouth (I was seeing this scene in more detail than is probably realistic for something so far above) I could tell that she was.
I immediately thought, "oh, a domestic," and then, noticing what a hopelessly inadequate little railing the balcony had, "oh no, is someone gonna get pushed off the edge?"
I watched, horror-struck, as she shoved the guy in the chest - not with nearly enough force to knock him over the railing, and then, to my even greater shock, simply swung her legs over said railing and stepped off herself.
I was still stopped and staring as she fell, not waving her arms or whatever, seeming remarkably casual about the situation, and if anything calmer than she had been on the balcony.
Then she landed, smashing through/off the roof of some small, abandoned-looking building and coming to rest - on her feet, still standing and apparently unharmed.
She let out a harsh, piercing laugh, and now it was time for a fresh wave of terror as I realised she (along with her companions, who I believe were now joining her on street-level, either jumping themselves or just emerging from the shadows) was some kind of supernatural, dangerous being - I believe 'vampire' sprang to mind, and when things spring to mind in dreams they're usually right - and now she was smiling as she spotted me watching.
I think she (or, more likely, her cohorts) may have taken up some kind of martial arts stance after noticing me.
I sprinted down to the corner, so that the little shack she'd landed by was on the opposite corner of the intersection from me (I should probably mention that this intersection seemed to be based on the intersection of Johnston and Hoddle Streets in Collingwood, a place I pass fairly often, though I don't think either of the buildings I've mentioned exist), then turned right and ran down that street - I am unsure if anyone actually gave chase or not, but better safe than sorry - and suddenly leapt up through the air, flying up like one of those on-wired jumps you see in shitty kung-fu flicks that are too lazy to do real stunts, aiming for the roof of some building up ahead, from which I figured I'd be better able to see any monstrous foes trying to jump me. Apparently I suddenly had this ability? Did the dream just suddenly turn into a full-on martial arts film? Or perhaps it was just a small burst of fear-driven lucid dreaming, giving me a small fighting chance in the impending battle? I don't know myself, and I don't know anyone that could tell you.
I overshot, and went sailing pathetically downwards to land on the footpath down the street instead. I hastily made fists and whirled around, expecting my shadowy enemies to be almost upon me - but there was no sign of them, and at that point I woke up.
Perhaps they were stalking me unseen from the darkness, but I think it more likely that they just didn't care as much as I expected about me seeing their powers in use.
Either way, this was a rather scary little moment to wake up with, haha.
The moment of realisation upon seeing her land unharmed and look at me was definitely the peak of it, though it was already freaky before that.
Edit: Tl;dr: Walking along a city street I saw a couple arguing violently on a high-up balcony, then to my horror the woman stepped over the railing and jumped off, then to my even greater horror she landed unharmed, laughed, and looked evilly at me like the blood-hungry vampire monster bitch she clearly was, and so I ran around the corner and tried to jump to a good vantage point atop a building but overshot and landed on the street and was frantically looking around for the unseen enemies that were presumably pursuing me when my alarm woke me up.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on July 11, 2018, 07:38:57 pm
All the cat stuff is getting into my subconscious.
Post by: Caz on July 11, 2018, 07:50:12 pm
Dreamt that I was turned into a cat. By another cat that came out of a weird box.
All the cat stuff is getting into my subconscious.
I dreamed that my cats started multiplying. The catsplosion is real!
Post by: Rose on July 12, 2018, 12:20:08 am
Transcript:I have been having recurring and consecutive dreams about being in some manner of prison or containment facility. Noone knows why we are there, and each night I go back and the experience picks up from where it left off.https://youtu.be/BT59rohv6jw
It's actually quite pleasant for a prison, but noone is allowed to leave, and there's some manner of secret in the center of it that keeps the place functional.
That video is blocked on Youtube BS copyright stuff.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
"Please bring me my wine."
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine."
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check-out any time you like
But you can never leave!"
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain
"Please bring me my wine."
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine."
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check-out any time you like
But you can never leave!"
Post by: Enemy post on July 13, 2018, 09:52:45 am
Spoiler: Avengers spoilers, a bit. (click to show/hide)
Post by: CABL on July 13, 2018, 10:32:27 am
Basically, the Eternal President of Russia, Vladimir Putin, arrived in Tyumen with the goal of gaining "better understanding of how average Russian lives in Tyumen oblast". He was entering every apartment in my quarter of the city in order to have a 5 minute talk about life. At last, he entered my apartment and started to talk to me about life. I've tried to punch Putin with my left fist, but he easily blocked the attack. However, Putin did exactly what I predicted, so I used my right hand to touch his back with a palm, erasing a couple of his vertebrae from existence with some weird superpower. Putin lost his grip on my left arm and, despite his spine being disconnected, ran to the balcony. I finished him off by erasing him completely, leaving only his clothes and a phone, because my superpower can only erase organic, sentient beings from existence.
Then I went to bed (in the dream, nonetheless!) and woke up in panic, because I've forgot to get rid of Putin's clothes and phone. I was dumping the clothes and the phone into a trash bag, then suddenly, someone was knocking on the door... And then the dream ended.
Post by: Rolan7 on July 14, 2018, 05:02:16 pm
It felt really right, and I mentioned wanting to keep it. My family didn't like that, insisted it was just a phase. Oof, heavy-handed...
I ended up sitting with them in a church, where the pastor kept making "Alexa" jokes. At least everyone was being polite about it- well, superficially. I just felt too tired to challenge them, or even do anything, and eventually I just slumped over in the pew.
It was honestly one of the more inspiring dreams I've had, because it didn't have to end that way.
Post by: Starver on July 14, 2018, 08:00:12 pm
The ends of each level start to not always land you onto the reversingly moving next level, but two or more shoves-worth of nudgability (gained by well-timed and wisely implemented use of a prior gained shove-token's power to grab multiple proximate shove-tokens in one mid-level leap of faith) were needed to halt the sideways travel off the one end and start the opposite sideways journey onto the next level's end. Or you could shove-shove faster and higher onto a tantilisingly off-screen conveyor that only repeated play and experimentation would reveal (as an alternative way past a token 'desert' and/or a shovefully-needed 'sink', either way to effectively eat up your prior reserve of shove-tokens and leave you helpless and unable to proceed).
I played it a lot, in the dream.
It even seems like something that could be a rather addictive game, if done right¹. PM me if you need to find out how to send me my royalties!
¹ I'm not saying it has to be a cat/spaceship/cat-spaceship. I make no such restrictions to my claim that I own a reasonable share of this game idea, when subsequently developed into a final product devoid of (specifically) cats and/or spaceships.
Post by: Rolan7 on July 15, 2018, 04:50:54 am
I stamped out the front door and into a cold, moonlit night. Moving my legs was helping, as always. The eerie chill did too, by being distractingly wrong. But the peace was broken by a pack of wolves at the top of the driveway, who saw me and howled. Was this real? I considered transforming to a wolf myself, but decided to run back to the door. They were fast but I hadn't gotten far yet. I fumbled opening the door, but just managed to slip inside before they could get me. RL present-day doggo was there inside, asking to be let out, but slowly reconsidering as he observed the wild pack sniffing at the opening.
I was annoyed with their arrogance, and still angry. I tried to smack one in the face with the door. Predictably, it managed to worm its head in, and started forcing the door wider despite my best efforts. I called to the other room with increasing urgency, but they wouldn't make it in time. If they even heard me. Maybe this was better than needing their help, I thought, as I became a wolf and prepared to fight.
Woke up with the predawn birds again, great...
Edit: Heh, I get it now! I've been watching too much Z Nation recently. Fast zombies as a pack of wolves, interesting.
Post by: Hanslanda on July 15, 2018, 08:05:54 am
The group of, presumably, methhead criminals arrived in four vans, two at each end of the house. I waited til the group of four assailants got to the stairs I was under, then killed them all with well placed shots from the rifle. I heard a yell from behind me, and raced to the cop's position. He was dead, and the windows smashed open. I charged into my house, finding a couple of scum in the living room. I bayonetted the closest, twisting him into line with the other. Then I shot his friend through his corpse.
I moved into the bedroom, pistol out. A man had my son in his arm, my wife in front of both of them. Two human shields, one an infant. My son was crying, and I didn't hesitate.
I aimed like I do IRL, along the gap of the slide and receiver, and fired. It was a headshot. I dived to grab my son and my wife snatched my gun up and unloaded the remaining rounds into the last assailant, who had emerged from the closet.
Fuck that dream.
Post by: hops on July 16, 2018, 04:13:46 am
Had a dream that my house was being attacked. My wife and infant son in particular. I somehow frightened the scouts off, for long enough for a single police officer to arrive. He took one end of the house, and I crouched under the deck, hidden behind a trash can with an M14 and pistol. (Fuck my dreams sound awesome and vastly less terrifying after the fact)Sense/Net thank you for your review of Domestic Disturbance. Feel free to keep the simstim rig.
The group of, presumably, methhead criminals arrived in four vans, two at each end of the house. I waited til the group of four assailants got to the stairs I was under, then killed them all with well placed shots from the rifle. I heard a yell from behind me, and raced to the cop's position. He was dead, and the windows smashed open. I charged into my house, finding a couple of scum in the living room. I bayonetted the closest, twisting him into line with the other. Then I shot his friend through his corpse.
I moved into the bedroom, pistol out. A man had my son in his arm, my wife in front of both of them. Two human shields, one an infant. My son was crying, and I didn't hesitate.
I aimed like I do IRL, along the gap of the slide and receiver, and fired. It was a headshot. I dived to grab my son and my wife snatched my gun up and unloaded the remaining rounds into the last assailant, who had emerged from the closet.
Fuck that dream.
Post by: Hotfire90 on July 16, 2018, 09:48:35 am
I was transporting two passengers with my boat and escorted them to their destination, which at times required me to intidimate some thugs. Once the passengers safely arrived at their destination, I was offered a different job, to steal something from a nearby school, I along with two of my crewmen headed for the school and entered it.
The school had inbuilt dorms that I had to traverse through to get to the storage area, inside the storage area I found two tablets containing promotional videos for a fitness group. On the way back, the students in the dorm woke up while I was inside the dorm and I soon found myself in a classroom along with the other students. I was challenged to finish reading a book earlier than someone else, whereas I eagerly started to read the book, my competitor decided that she preferred to do other things, like drilling a screwdriver into an electrical socket.
Sometime later, the Inquisitor arrived, rearranged seats and restored order. I soon realized that we were all dead, that our souls have been captured and that we were about to be sacrificed. The main sacrifice was someone who had a bright glowing red mark in the shape of a crystal above their head, as he was about to be sacrificed, his deity intervened and attacked the Inquisitor with its claws, distracting him and damaging the floor.
While the Inquisitor and the deity clashed with each other, I decided to flee and ended up outside the building, all by myself. Upon closer inspection of the tablets that I stole earlier, I found out that they were actually nukes, and then the dream ended.
Post by: hops on July 17, 2018, 07:40:18 pm
Pranked by my subconscious.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on July 18, 2018, 04:27:17 pm
Last night: furry apocalypse with weird gadgets made using small colored spheres.
Beam pistols should never be that useless.
Post by: Enemy post on July 18, 2018, 08:58:39 pm
Post by: Yoink on July 20, 2018, 09:25:12 am
The last few people that had posted in one of the emotion threads were suddenly traveling together in a van, road-tripping across someplace - I knew it as Europe, possibly Norway, but roads had right-hand traffic so who knows - and seemingly partying it up on the way.
That Wer6 guy (whatever happened to them?) appeared - apparently people could teleport in at different times, or maybe we stopped to pick the dream up, or maybe dream brain was just summoning who it pleased whenever it pleased - and complained of being out of coke.
Dwarfy directed him to the driver's compartment (the vehicle seemed to have some rather truck or limo-like qualities despite definitely looking like a van) and so he climbed through, past whoever was in the front and grabbed some more out of one of the door pockets. Someone, I think the person in the passenger seat, warned him to be surreptitious, since we really didn't want to get pulled over and screw up whatever purpose this road trip was in aid of. Probably something to do with Kagus, considering I think we were supposedly in or on-route to Norway.
A little while later someone had the bright idea of smoking up in the back, but fortunately the driver was able to section off the front compartment at the touch of a button, like some kinda limousine. I'm sure it would have been one heck of a hot-box in the back, but unfortunately at that point I woke up - and I don't think I was physically present, anyway, but rather some disembodied observer.
Hopefully that all makes sense, I typed it quickly because I have to sleep all over again right now. Good night Bay12. Hopefully I remember more of my dreams tonight.
Post by: helmacon on July 20, 2018, 12:47:17 pm
Anyways, it was the middle of a blizzard with maybe 2 feet visibility and I was directed over to a thing in front of a big metal garage door thing seemingly set out in the middle of the storm. After a while of hunkering down in the snow an officer came over and we went through the door.
About this time I realized that the guy next to me was an old friend I haven't seen since High school, and the officer was my dad.
We went through the metal door/wall thing and I killed a huge wolf that was wrapped in chains by clubbing it with rifle until the chains broke.
When it died it spat out a bunch of grenades and shit and we ran and dove into the snow.
After that we were just checking to see if we got hit by shrapnel. My friend had a huge chunk stuck in his jaw and I had to stop him from pulling out it. I had a few bits that hit my back but just missed my spine. We just sorta walked off after that and I woke up.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on July 20, 2018, 12:49:44 pm
The weird thing being I was just floating in this pure white void. That doesn't happen in my dreams, period. Ever. There's always something I'm dreaming of, usually some kind of complex or house or mansion or whatever. But a white void? With absolutely nothing in it?
What the heck, brain. On top of that, I was lucid within the white void. But the moment the void goes?
Poof. Now I'm playing(and losing) this weird video game about dodging a horde of animals who want to turn you into one of them. Lucidity gone.
Post by: Yoink on July 20, 2018, 08:52:01 pm
There was a bunch of other stuff I don't really remember, probably involving other types of mutants and/or monsters, but I just thought that was really fitting.
Post by: Rowanas on July 22, 2018, 09:42:12 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 22, 2018, 05:05:12 pm
Post by: Baffler on July 22, 2018, 10:59:29 pm
I didn't spend very long working before the boss of the dig had an announcement for everyone. He had an extremely loud voice that sounded like it was amplified by a bullhorn, despite not actually carrying one, and told us that to celebrate our wild success we would be having a 'period accurate' pool party with all expenses paid by 'the company.' The dream skipped ahead, and I found myself standing outside a huge blocky building with giant TV screens plastered with ads all over it. I stepped inside, and found myself inside the admissions area for my local pool. I showed the man in the booth my company ID badge, and he let me through the turnstyles to a replica of the place we were excavating, with a 10-ft wooden privacy fence around the perimeter that I knew was there to preserve the illusion and looking just like a warm summer day. Nothing really worth commenting on happened at the party but I do remember most of it and 'had a good time' while I was there. Plus as futures to live in go this one is definitely on the nicer side.
Post by: Eric Blank on July 23, 2018, 01:20:57 am
Then there was some other weird dream about a small island community and a pissed off king and priest killing each other or something and then the spanish came and declared our awesome glass pyramid a sacred catholic church or something idk.
Post by: TD1 on July 23, 2018, 07:57:20 am
Post by: Rolan7 on July 24, 2018, 08:49:46 am
Then the zombie part ended, and we were just raiding food from an old folks' home. But while we were being really punk-edgy and spouting memes, and stealing their pizzas, nobody seemed to mind. In fact, I realized they were putting the pizzas out for us. I also noticed that we weren't actually vandalizing anything, just talking about it a lot.
We were doing performance art for a bunch of old folks in exchange for pizza (:
Later I managed to sneak on a rocketship and hang out on the ISS for a while, that happens sometimes. Always trippy, space is scary but exciting. Claustrophobic yet of incomprehensible size.
Edit: I think my subconscious has given up on subtlety, heh. My dreams usually have pretty clear meanings to me (thanks to my personal context). Not immediately, though, only a few hours later when I review my words. Once I'm fully free of the dream-mindset, all the symbolism is painfully obvious.
That's not a bad thing. Healthy communication with my subconscious is good. Failure or unwillingness to listen leads to the... disturbing dreams. Attention-grabbing.
It's given up on subtlety, or I've just learned to interpret it. I do lucid dream a lot, and that is a skill...
Post by: Starver on July 24, 2018, 02:03:03 pm
I had a couple of the slices/pieces on my plate, along with some other related foodstuffs, and was a bit behind the eating schedule of other people, so as the serving tray came round again (still with more slices for the taking round, but depleted) I was reluctantly indicating that I shouldn't take seconds right now, but was hoping that there'd be some left still by the time I'd sufficiently munched my current plate-load down to make it more polite to add more to it.
As I recall, I didn't.
I also had a lot of experience with water. Some strange water spraying, at one point, and being atop a sea-wall/dyke being subtly overtopped by the extreme tops of the waves, and it was wet in both cases, adding tactile elements to the taste (and probably smell) of the other part. (And, no, I wasn't dying for a piss when I awoke, nor found that I must already have been until 'whoops!'. Nor was it the other type of wet dream. Sometimes a dream about water is just a dream about water...)
Post by: hops on July 24, 2018, 07:43:50 pm
Post by: Yoink on July 25, 2018, 12:52:57 pm
Not sure how I recognised him considering he wasn't a skeleton, but we launched into an animated conversation (possibly fueled by further consumption of alcohol and/or drugs) and began plotting something, I believe.
Then I fell asleep or got distracted and missed my stop (I think PW did too) and wound up having to walk a fair distance alongside a reasonably busy road, towards a bus stop or a different train line or some shit.
Suddenly, through my drunken stupor I realised that I was wearing pyjamas. My slippers, grey tracksuit pants and a red jacket that isn't technically actual sleepwear. Shortly after this horrifying realisation, whilst shambling along past the endless streams of traffic and attempting to make my outfit somehow look less embarrassing (turns out I don't wear normal shoes under my slippers even in a dream, bummer), I woke up for real, much to my relief.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on July 25, 2018, 01:09:56 pm
Post by: Hanslanda on July 25, 2018, 01:18:29 pm
Dafuq brain.
Post by: Yoink on July 26, 2018, 01:58:16 am
Post by: hops on July 27, 2018, 03:38:49 am
Post by: Doomblade187 on July 27, 2018, 03:39:53 am
I was trying to control some puppies with my air-conditioner's remote.But did it work?
Post by: hops on July 27, 2018, 05:21:33 am
Iunno, I spent forever trying to pair them on Bluetooth first but that kept accidentally pairing with my iPad instead. (Happens a lot IRL)I was trying to control some puppies with my air-conditioner's remote.But did it work?
I probably should've used the latest iKibbles.
Post by: Rolan7 on July 27, 2018, 06:22:26 am
I dreamed I was a young noble in Fallen London, sheltering a friend who'd been at the crux of a storyline. His life was in danger, he needed to leave for the surface - a trip that most Londoners couldn't survive, but he hadn't been "killed" yet. I revealed that I hadn't either, and would go with him to the surface, at least briefly. It was going to be a grand adventure.
But a mob formed outside our Handsome Townhouse, inspired by lies and bribes to kill him. They didn't want any trouble with my family, only my guest. Cursing the lack of secret exits, I drew my blunt rapier and promised that we would see the surface, or die trying.
Then we engaged the other... LARPers. It was awkward (as always) because you're supposed to judge what counts as a real hit on yourself, in the middle of chaotic fighting. Also my sword was apparently waaay too long, which I thought was only fair for 2 nobles versus a mob, but fiiiiine. I unscrewed several sections until it was more like a dagger. I think we were supposed to lose.
However, IRL last night I did learn that Fallen London's Bazaar recognize moirrails as "touching love stories", and this was an excellent depiction of that.
Post by: George_Chickens on July 27, 2018, 09:02:43 am
GG Allin was a literal CHUD.You can't leave us hanging like that, dude. What did GG do?
There was a bunch of other stuff I don't really remember, probably involving other types of mutants and/or monsters, but I just thought that was really fitting.
Post by: KittyTac on August 04, 2018, 11:17:51 pm
Basically, it was a multiplayer game with the players split into two teams. It was in 3D, but with simple-ish graphics. Every player's character is highly customizable, and special abilities require "Energy" to function. The energy is acquired by building... I don't remember the name, but it looked like a little tower with a lightning bolt on top. I'll call them generators. They automatically charged up players near them. Players could fight with customizable weapons and special abilities. There were also research buildings that could be used to unlock improved generators, turrets, etc. There was also resource mining. If you die, you go into spectator mode for the rest of the match, and the battles were to the last team standing. So, here's what I can remember of the plot:
The match started. I was what looked like a hybrid of a cat and a fighter jet that required energy to fly. I was on the red team. I was quickly building generators and telling some of my Steam friends to guard our base (It was a Steam game, presumably). Then I charged up, took off, and started shooting up the enemy with lasers. It was an exceedingly quick attack. A few passes later, I accidentally crashed into a mountain, creating an impressive crater (there's also destructible terrain!), but survived with all of my energy drained and 10% of health left. I walked back to the base and someone with a medic ability healed me up. Some of the other people went to the enemy base on foot. But the enemy researched a robot factory that produced AI-controlled robots that assaulted our base. We have researched turrets by that time. I took off and strafed the robots with... I think bombs? I had bombs. The rest were destroyed by the turrets, but not before destroying a few of our generators and killing some noob who decided to melee the whole swarm. We received the notification that the enemy has researched nukes, and launched a mass assault before they nuked us, leaving some of our guys to research nukes. A missile fell onto the mountain 4 of my teammates were on, and killed them, in the process blowing up half of the mountain. I flew to their base and found out that they only had one uranium deposit, and it was completely drained. We had 5. I was shot down by someone with a long-range sniping ability (didn't notice that I flew too close to the mushroom cloud and got damaged). I signaled it to the chat before getting killed. There was lots of fighting, trenches were dug, until eventually there were only two people left from each team. They were attempting to snipe each other from a long distance, and 2 minutes later, the red sniper managed to kill the blue one with 1% HP left. The dream ended.
Someone, make this. If not, I will once I learn how to code for crap. Also cross-posted to "Games you wish existed".
Also, the dream then smoothly transitioned into an Undertale dream, which I don't remember very well, except it was creepy.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on August 05, 2018, 04:14:12 pm
Now my dreams keep have some reoccuring theme of passage of time and I keep getting older than I am in those dreams.
I am now more aware of my faster perception of passing days, am I scared of getting older?
I just turned 18, already gonna be living with no parents in September, home alone.
Already got job opportunities, I just dunno... I feel like I might not have time to just do nothing like I always did as a teenager.
I just feel like things might be not the same after I focus 100% on this job..., right now it feels amazing, the independence but for how long...
Post by: Dunamisdeos on August 06, 2018, 02:10:46 pm
It was probably still good though.
Post by: KittyTac on August 06, 2018, 11:38:18 pm
Post by: ChairmanPoo on August 07, 2018, 02:11:24 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 07, 2018, 02:39:48 am
Post by: pisskop on August 07, 2018, 05:19:47 pm
and the sweet, sweet look of selma hayek with a snake and not much else on.
Post by: ChairmanPoo on August 07, 2018, 05:43:56 pm
I dreamed I was stuck in a small Spanish town fending off an invasion of moderately slutty vampires. The doors were bolted shut, the windows shut, shutters pulled down, everything shut down - naturally things would still get fubar'd, resulting in a last ditch effort to locate and defeat the head Vampire to save the village. To make matters worse, the Vampires did not have fangs, they had mosquito proboscis, which rapidly turned things from arousing to nightmare fuel in the span of a few seconds. 9/10 would dream sequel, -1 because disappointing lack of references to From Dusk till Dawn
More or less like this? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCJ6UNvEG94)
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Post by: Loud Whispers on August 08, 2018, 08:33:50 am
But yes, like that
Post by: CABL on August 09, 2018, 02:20:23 am
Post by: Dunamisdeos on August 10, 2018, 02:57:33 pm
Post by: Yoink on August 11, 2018, 03:40:30 pm
It was nighttime, and the house we were at appeared to be quite loosely based on at least one of the houses we've lived in over the years. Not sure if I was living there or just visiting, but it's hardly relevant to the story.
At this point one of the cats approached us through the darkness, meowing. After he kept this up for a moment, as though trying to get my attention, I became concerned - that cat is usually quite aloof, only really meowing when it's either feeding time or he wants to be let outside (which is often because he's pretty grouchy).
Getting worried, I went closer to him and he kept pace, seemingly leading me somewhere. I followed him inside and to a mirror, where I realised what he wanted - help with his magical girl cosplay.
I chuckled with relief (and bemusement) upon discovering it wasn't anything life threatening, but soon realised the cat was quite upset about the difficulties he was experiencing.
We looked at (I'm guessing he showed me, not sure how though) a variety of photos of various human cosplayers attempting similar costumes. I pointed out that his was already considerably better than some of them, and that he was already doing really freaking well considering he was a cat, but he wasn't satisfied and wanted to make his costume even better.
So far, from what I remember he was basically just a black cat wearing a blue (or possibly teal) dress and somehow emulating a human pose.
I should mention that he didn't really look like the cat I thought he was earlier in the dream. It's possible that he was just really good at disguising himself, but then again it's entirely possible that he was a different cat from sometime in the past, or perhaps a fictional one entirely. 'Twas a dream, after all.
Anyway, I can't remember quite what pointers I gave him. I think mostly just teasing up his fur to make it look more dramatic? I don't know, memory's getting a bit hazy, I actually went back to sleep after this dream. I think the dream ended while we were still there in front of the mirror.
Tl;dr: I helped my cat with his magical girl cosplay.
I figured this dream was short (I believe that was the only part I could remember, even when I first woke up) and simple enough that the gist of it would be easy to remember (I mean, the tl;dr pretty much says it all, right?), so I decided to go back to sleep rather than recording it immediately.
I had at least one other dream in the interim (kind of interesting, with girls and witches and a murder mystery and a coven of witches and park benches and human sacrifice and sassy, sentient crystal balls), but eventually I found myself back where I started, in the front yard of that fictionalized family home, talking to my mother, at night.
I started excitedly telling her about my dream from earlier, since it was a pleasant dream and involved the cat. She cut me off as I started, complaining that my mentioning the cat's name would get him excited. I had no idea why she would find that upsetting.
Sure enough, I think I heard him somewhere in the darkness, so I turned in my seat and called him. He came trotting over through the shadows, but bizarrely, my mother became angry about this and tried to chase the cat back inside.
There was a bit of a commotion in the dark ahead of me and I demanded, feeling quite shocked and confused by this, "what did you do?!"
"Gave him a smack," was my mother's reply.
I jumped up from whatever I'd been seated on. I was seriously WTF-ing at this point, not to mention angry, but it got worse.
My mother continued chasing the cat, who I got the feeling was as bewildered by all this as I was (he hadn't fled very far), and through the darkness I was pretty sure I saw her even throwing a kick at him.
I joined in the chase, pursuing my crazed female parent into the house whilst shouting at her to stop.
Everyone rushed inside and she managed to catch the cat in the kitchen (which appeared to be based more clearly on her current house), dragging him up onto one of the benches to rain blows upon him.
Her expression was manic as I rushed to put a stop to this, and as she changed her grip on the poor feline to grab him about the neck, seemingly to break it or strangle him, I feared I would be too late.
I finally cleared the kitchen floor and slammed into her, possibly fist-first. My mother turned on me, and it was around this point I realised it was a dream. Her face was demonic, eyes blazing and her mouth twisted out of all proportion into this wide slash filled with huge, white fangs that might have seemed cartoonish if they weren't so terrifying, and with clawed hands she grasped at my neck.
Having realised it was a dream, I frantically tried to wake myself up, something I can usually do without much difficulty. It was taking some time, though, and as her newfound fangs prepared to tear out my throat I had no choice but to headbutt my demon-mother in the face. Twice. Three times.
Funnily enough, my neck was still sore even in the dream from the headbanging I did last night, and I began to doubt whether I'd be able to fend her off long enough, but then finally I wrenched myself back to wakefulness, chest pounding.
Huh. I guess even dreams that you know are dreams can still be frightening.
Tl;dr: I began to tell my mother about my earlier dream, but she got bizarrely mad at the cat and chased him, seemingly going onto a berserk rage and trying to strangle the poor cat, and when I stopped her she turned on me, apparently having become some sort of horrifying demon with fangs and claws.
I kept her at bay with a series of headbutts until I could wake myself up.
It is now 6:41 in the morning, so I hope at least someone enjoys these bizarre dreams.
Post by: Steelmagic on August 11, 2018, 09:40:34 pm
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Post by: Yoink on August 12, 2018, 07:44:25 pm
Quote from: mostly-remembered dialogue snippet from one of this morning's dreams
"I've been told that there's nothing I did in my forties that wasn't self-destructive."
"That may be so, but you were just practicing for your fifties."
The first speaker was John Birmingham, that guy who wrote one truly great book, a couple of good books and a whole bunch of utter trash.
I think this fragment of dream began with me reading an article on him, or perhaps the blurb of a rather biographical book (or maybe even just an 'about the author' note), which described him as being terribly hungover, wearing a white bathrobe, having a film of the previous night's alcohol of choice visibly discolouring his teeth and having his hair styled into short dreadlocks for some reason.
Once it gave that basic description, the dream just stuck with him for a while as he went about his day, although I think there was still other stuff going on simultaneously in the part of the dream that included me.
Or maybe it just returned to that scene after a bit. I guess he could have been visiting the weird shop I was in for some reason.
Anyway, that wasn't even the most interesting part of my dreams by far. Unfortunately, though, it's the one I remember most clearly.
I think, earlier in that particular dream I was visiting family (in a house from years ago that they haven't lived in for a long time) and a certain branch of the family tree whom I do my best to avoid all contact with showed up, adopting the house as a base of operations for some nefarious scheme they were involved in.
I am unsure if it was highly illegal or just morally objectionable in the extreme, but either way I was highly uneasy.
I think it involved either the illicit sale of (possibly stolen) pets or prostitution. Dunno. Whatever the case I left there as soon as I could and went into town instead, though what town was attached to that house in this muddled-up dream I cannot say for sure.
That whole dream occured after I'd first woken up this morning, having dozed off again whilst pondering my earlier, more-exciting dreams - which I sadly could remember barely anything about, even back then when I first awoke.
I'm pretty sure there was lust, greed, fraud, adultery, skullduggery, True Love and murder and most everything in between, though. That dream (or dreams?) seemed to have it all.
The penultimate scene even had one character, having discovered the horrifying depths of one of the main schemer's treachery - his own brother, I believe, or at least a relative -
Pretty dramatic, huh?! I just wish I could have remembered more of what led to that potent scene. Alas! Hopefully writing down what little I could remember helps me train myself to capture more of future dreams.
I really should get a dedicated dream journal to keep right beside my bed, though.
Edit: fixed a typo. There are probably more.
Happens at the best of times when recording dreams shortly after waking, and this phone keyboard is a real pain.
Post by: Rolan7 on August 13, 2018, 07:29:55 am
Weird reversal this time. I was some sort of teenage delinquent hacker, messing around with a VR program of a mansion at night. Everything black&white in the darkness. I came across a room with a huge bed, and a sleeping figure. I was about to move on when the room started to glow a strange crosshatched red, and I stopped still. I very slowly turned my head, and saw the girl in the bed - the Yandere Sim girl. One glowing eye was cracked open, lighting the room, but I wasn't spotted yet... I stayed perfectly still, not daring to breathe.
But she kept waking up anyway, the room growing redder and the walls groaning. I could see her pupil jerking about, scanning the gloom, finally landing on me.
And she just stared right at me, and I at her. I was sure that if I moved at all, she'd jumpscare me. But I started to realize that her wide-eyed expression wasn't *just* anger... It was terror as well. And why wouldn't it be?
I ripped off the VR helmet and woke up.
Post by: Rolan7 on August 14, 2018, 09:03:52 am
I was also dressed in purple and red, with comically large shades, because I was born in the mid 80's heh.
Well, we noticed something about the model which indicated the accident was actually a murder! Dad turned to the sun and made a dramatic, chilling speech vowing revenge. ...And then wasn't part of the dream anymore, weirdly, maybe because at some point we literally became Sam & Dean Winchester (Supernatural) complete with Castiel. I was Sam, heh.
We were at a loss for leads, so I was checking out local spooky legends. There was a mansion whose owner had gotten mysteriously rich right after the Civil War. I was looking up at the mansion from a walking trail, muttering about the rumors of occult sacrifices, when an old black man in a nice suit came up to me. He said I shouldn't believe everything I read. I thought about that for a while, then realized that HE was the mansion owner! Having taken on a new form or something I guess.
I couldn't chase him down, but I did find a statue of him... right next to the memorial of our mom's car crash. Hmmmmm. I investigated the statue for clues until it animated and walked briskly away. Suspicious. I followed it to the wizard's new home/museum.
Then a bunch of Supernatural style stuff happened. The wizard's one weakness involved an artifact copy of Pokemon Red on display (apparently the car crash took place on the release day of the Pokemon Movie, for reasons!). I came up with a plan, but it had to be executed very carefully - but in Supernatural style, Dean was whinging about emotions and being tired.
We ended up getting back in the car for now (Castiel tossed me the keys~) and the radio was playing "Girls Rock Your Boys". Wasn't that song actually a plot point in some episode? Anyway it was here, I had to turn off the radio quickly, because apparently it had played during the car crash and was very traumatic for Dean.
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Post by: Steelmagic on August 16, 2018, 04:52:47 pm
Post by: Yoink on August 16, 2018, 05:44:03 pm
You know how some dreams seem to be just a series of stressful, embarrassing situations packed with as many anxiety triggers as possible? Well the dream I just had ended with a scene that managed to compress a whole heap of that down into just a couple of dream minutes or so.
...I'm actually not sure if I feel comfortable posting it here. It was rather embarrassing, though mostly in a benign way, and doubtless the sort of thing a "shrink would have a field day with", a neat, damning reflection of various inner neuroses of mine.
It was interesting, though. I typed it up and saved it nonetheless.
I wish I could remember more of the less-horrid parts of the dream earlier on, though from what I do recall they weren't particularly all that pleasant for the poor, put-upon protagonist, either.
Post by: Kagus on August 17, 2018, 02:33:06 pm
Then as I was in the process of getting thoroughly confused by the Undead tech tree and getting beaten upon by the easiest skirmish AI, I woke up.
I'm still not sure how I can manage to have so many dreams that are incredibly bizarre and yet remarkably boring at the same time.
Post by: Rolan7 on August 18, 2018, 06:11:42 am
It started with my character riding the zee from London to... Mt Palmerston, I think, where my friend's character lived. We found the target easily, he only put up token resistance. I spent a while cartoonishly throwing him around the room, screaming at him - it would have been dark, but it was just a fun RP. I used him as a foil to expound my character's tragic backstory.
Instead of being particularly classy humans with yellow eyes, my demon looked like the ones from Pyre (which I haven't played, though I just started Transistor last night). I still don't remember what the target actually *did*, but apparently it was so anathema that it ruined my love of "this place, this job, our entire race" and twisted our forms this way. Did he ruin the soul trade or something?
Eventually I left the target unconscious and went upstairs, where my friend's character was busy on the phone. There was an adorable full-sized pet goat who acted like a tiny dog, excitedly putting his front hooves on me and nuzzling my hand with his furry face. I got him some milk from the fridge (:
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Post by: Rolan7 on August 19, 2018, 01:14:31 pm
It was functionally LARP done through a seamless VR interface, like how it's still "talking" if you use phones. Or how my friends and I have played tabletop for years using online tools (even in person).
So it was LARP in that I wandered away from an interrogation scene to play with a goat in a kitchen. Still in VR, still wearing the avatar, but taking an OOC break with my friend.
I really really want, someday, that kind of seamless VR where you can have totally different bodies. Like being a hulking demon, or a bird or fish (or often, a deer?). Or just a different kind of person, obviously :P Fortunately I get that in dreams pretty often, and sometimes remember the details. It can be weird waking up with only two legs, or no tail - I'm not animalkin by any stretch, but I see what people like about the concept.
Post by: JoshuaFH on August 19, 2018, 06:00:24 pm
Post by: hops on August 19, 2018, 06:58:56 pm
Post by: scourge728 on August 19, 2018, 08:27:12 pm
It can be weird waking up with only two legs, or no tail - I'm not animalkin by any stretch, but I see what people like about the concept.I was going to put a quote from Animorphs here, something about humans being unbalanced without a tail, but I couldn't remember most of it and the part I did remember wasn't enough
Post by: Hanslanda on August 22, 2018, 05:50:59 am
First I dreamt I was in my parents house but they were absent. I was with some statuesque blonde woman in a labcoat. She had apparently created some sort of next-generation AI and I was conversing with it. She kept adjusting it's psychology and such for awhile, then I sort of stole a copy with my phone.
Second, I was in a mall, being chased by killers. Presumably for the AI I'd stolen which was radically increasing in intelligence and ability. It guided me out of the mall down a side street where I was ambushed. I fought the thug, grabbing a large hooked piece of metal and impaling his forearm with it. Then I took his pistol and shot him.
Third dream got a lot more odd. I was now cybernetically enhanced, along with some other people, still protecting the AI but quite a bit more aggressively. Imagine Rampage or War of the Monsters but with people that shoot lasers and have mechadendrites.
Fourth dream, I was at a bar/club with all the superpower people. Twas bizarre and unexplainable, but rapidly sequed into a heavy petting dance thing.
Fifth dream was the same place but all normal people from RL getting drunk. I got dream-drunk which is far superior to real drunk. Someone poisoned my wife nonlethally.
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 23, 2018, 11:13:40 am
Post by: FallacyofUrist on August 24, 2018, 12:22:20 pm
Post by: Dozebôm Lolumzalìs on August 25, 2018, 05:26:10 am
I dreamed a friend and I were... VR larping as devils from Fallen London, but on a mission of revenge against a third devil. Somehow he had betrayed our characters, ruining their lives of high society and occasional quality spirifage.I don't think there are any goat companions in FL besides the Overgoat.
It started with my character riding the zee from London to... Mt Palmerston, I think, where my friend's character lived. We found the target easily, he only put up token resistance. I spent a while cartoonishly throwing him around the room, screaming at him - it would have been dark, but it was just a fun RP. I used him as a foil to expound my character's tragic backstory.
Instead of being particularly classy humans with yellow eyes, my demon looked like the ones from Pyre (which I haven't played, though I just started Transistor last night). I still don't remember what the target actually *did*, but apparently it was so anathema that it ruined my love of "this place, this job, our entire race" and twisted our forms this way. Did he ruin the soul trade or something?
Eventually I left the target unconscious and went upstairs, where my friend's character was busy on the phone. There was an adorable full-sized pet goat who acted like a tiny dog, excitedly putting his front hooves on me and nuzzling my hand with his furry face. I got him some milk from the fridge (:
...did you pet an Overgoat? Well, they *are* demonic, so it would make sense.
Post by: Yoink on August 27, 2018, 06:36:28 pm
Unfortunately, tragically, I remember barely anything at all.
There were these two brothers who may have secretly been superpowered extraterrestrials, who at some points in their lives worked as shadowy, ruthless secret agents for someone.
There were some serious betrayals between them and other people in their lives, almost definitely at least one of their girlfriends and possibly their father or even each other.
One of them was writing a book, loosely based on his earlier experiences as a secret agent (a bold move, especially considering that he planned to return to that line of work, but he seemed to think that by making the main character as reprehensible as possible - even worse than he had been in real life - he would throw anyone off the scent if they did suspect), and one of them was participating in a course of study.
He had to prep their ailing, kinda crazy old father to make an appearance at his graduation or whatever, which I remember causing plenty of difficulty.
I remember barely anything of what else happened, but the last scene had one of the brothers (probably the agent one) being briefed and/or lectured by some powerful person, seemingly their new employer.
The guy was talking enthusiastically about a lot of shit I can't remember, but I think the gist of it may have been their faction's previous accomplishments, at least some of which were in space, hence why they were either out on a high vantage point at night or in some sort of observatory.
One of the planets mentioned was either the brothers' homeworld, or just somewhere their father had worked a long time ago.
It may have been Uranus, I don't know, but they could see it ahead of them, possibly through a telescope.
The guy giving the talk continued blithely on after mentioning it, but the main character was still fixated on that planet, fraught with homesickness and emotion as he considered the various dark things (which I sadly can't really remember) that presumably went on between he and his family.
As his superior continued rabbiting on, he suddenly launched himself from where they were standing and began flying into space, Kal El-style, towards the distant planet.
I don't know whether his father and/or brother were actually likely to be there (or if the planet was even still inhabited), but he was flying towards it nonetheless.
At that point in the dream, I turned to someone who I had apparently been watching this brutal, drama-drenched film with, and asked what they thought the outcome of this mad journey would be.
"His hate will destroy him," they said with assurance.
Then the dream ended.
Post by: Steelmagic on August 28, 2018, 07:07:12 am
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I almost think the movie they were filming was Prometheus, which I've never actually seen, but I'm not certain. I was able to actually immediately get up and type this one up, because it was interesting enough and I slept enough for once. I haven't even been playing futuristic games lately, except No Man's Sky, I guess.
Post by: Yoink on August 29, 2018, 01:43:48 am
One of them had a gigantic dog, resembling a staffy but much larger (kind of like a chubby, one-headed Cerberus), that they let wander the store on its own for some reason.
The giant dog came into the sideroom I was in, browsing wargaming miniatures or some shit, and, after initially seeming quite friendly with its tongue hanging out and tail wagging, took my shoulder in its huge jaws and slowly began to squeeze whilst wrenching me back and forth.
At first I thought this was just the huge dog's unpleasant way of playing, but then I sensed a certain malevolence in its expression and/or behaviour, and as its grip tightened I realised it was relishing my pain and fear as it shook me back and forth.
Despite my anxious reluctance to make a scene, I had to yell for help lest this beast tear me apart. It took a bit of effort to get its human's attention (he was in the main room, browsing, seemingly unaware), but eventually I did and around there the dream ended.
Not sure if I was still in one piece, haha.
I think so... can't recall what happened in the last moments, though.
Tl;dr: (though this is already the mercifully abridged version) was mauled in a comic and hobby store by a sadistic giant staffy.
Post by: Rolan7 on August 29, 2018, 07:24:59 am
After I realized it was a dream, we became good vampires whose secret base was a barn at the old house. I've dreamed about it a few times recently, it was always like an archaeological adventure growing up. Old farm equipment, but also old computer stuff my dad stored inside. A primer on IBM BASIC... In the dreams it's always this 3-story fortress, but just as dusty and mysterious, with missing floorboards and... creative topology.
Anyway, we fought crime. There was a fun part where we told some asshole that we didn't want the powers anymore, and offered to give them to him instead. Naturally he immediately tried to kill us, completely ineffectually- my brother just wandered off to study the test data we'd actually received. I got to have a fun one-side wrestling match where my only goal was to avoid damaging our workspace. Also avoid killing the bad guy - we were superheroes, after all.
It was part of some subplot about understanding our powers, which had come from some generic secret organization we'd escaped from.
Post by: KittyTac on August 30, 2018, 03:54:59 am
Post by: JoshuaFH on August 30, 2018, 10:07:04 am
I don't remember much, but it involved Google engaging in a war with Microsoft.
This is actually a premonition of the year 2030.
Post by: nenjin on August 30, 2018, 10:19:18 am
Post by: Sebastian2203 on August 30, 2018, 01:05:06 pm
Woke up and it was 3 AM, this got me thinking about a very odd dream from a year ago, odd because of how I didn't realize it was a dream.
This job was much much more stressful than my current job and I had to be constantly on my feet ready for someone to order like ten pizzas and I HAD to be quick with my cooking times. And when I was finished at the end of the day, I had to be 1000% sure I did not forget to turn off the very electricity expensive furnace, but I was always rushing to finish some other stuff and I always forgot to remember if turned it off. This resulted in me returning like three times every day to check if I really turned the knob down.
Now I went home that night and fell asleep, in my dream some of the waiters exclaimed that I forgot to turn my furnace off and someone ordered another pizza, I simply had to go..
IRL, I wake up, take few steps, walk down my stairs. And I start thinking, why should I turn off my furnace if somebody wants pizza?
I then get little confused because the room was dark and I had to think where the hell was the furnace, then I realized the furnace is not in the living room... then I slow down to realize it was all a dream.
Post by: Max™ on August 30, 2018, 02:59:11 pm
Explains that she's a fish in like a burrow or something in the yard.
Go outside, we're in a trailer apparently, big 16 by 80 type, asking where she is, says she's an eel specifically, come around the house and the missus comes outside angry at me because she was using some sort of app for ventriloquism to pretend to be this fish girl and who is this fish bitch I'm talking to and I'm like 'uh, wasn't it you?' and woke up laughing.
Post by: TheBeardyMan on August 31, 2018, 12:38:16 pm
Post by: KittyTac on August 31, 2018, 12:53:19 pm
Post by: Dunamisdeos on August 31, 2018, 03:01:37 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on September 02, 2018, 10:00:30 am
I was following the perspective of a rough-and-tumble power-armor marine (Tychus from Starcraft 2)... along with a couple of other survivors in a zombie apocalypse. We were approaching a large glass-walled office building. My "character" started feeling intensely uneasy, the sort of gut-feeling he'd learned to rely on. He wasn't sure why, but entering this building was a tactical mistake. But he had a tough-guy reputation to uphold, so he just grumbled a bit as we went in.
To skip forward, zombies and stuff. Things were getting pretty bad for the survivors, but I found I could switch to a different "perspective" where I was looking up at them from a pit. It was a much cooler view of the whole fight, but for some reason my space marine started screaming and panicking whenever I "switched away". How strange. I decided to stay away, though, since the survivors were totally screwed. Just watched from the pit.
Except that the darkness of the pit seemed to be growing around my vision, and there was a growing pain on the side of my neck, like teeth or claws. But the survivors were all dead, I had nowhere to go. I woke up with my hand resting against that part of my neck, heh.
Wasn't bad, just interesting perspective-shifting.
I had another dream about being a Mechwarrior defending some kinda of Star Wars Old Republic city against other mechs. I was a rookie in a lance, but we were heavily outnumbered and separated by very light mechs. I was running backward through a plaza, firing autocannons and knocking them down with a hammer as they closed to melee. I ran out of road and crashed to a stop, swinging wildly.
My mech was just barely victorious, the guns gone and the hammer-arm hanging a bit limply. I reported success and our... king... called us all back to a regrouping point. The war wasn't going well, but we'd defeated a superior force today.
During repairs, the veteran pilots called me over to their table. My tactics had been downright amateur, but I had accomplished my task in the mission, so they were happy to give me tips and strategies. Even a bit of respect for surviving in such a rough campaign.
Post by: JoshuaFH on September 02, 2018, 12:59:03 pm
Post by: Yoink on September 05, 2018, 01:38:39 am
Not sure where we were headed, but I do know that I was with a friend (at least one) and that I was busting to take a leak.
I set off in search of a toilet and it became quickly apparent that this was a very strange train indeed.
Whereas most ordinary trains would be lucky to have even one toilet, and with flash, long-range regional trains not much better off, this one had actual stalls. Lots of them. I went through one bay of stalls that were all occupied or otherwise unsuitable, and there was another lot.
Before long the toilets were interrupted by a counter selling snacks and food, as well as a food court-type area with tables and chairs to eat at, but lining the edges of the room/carriage were still more stalls. I almost settled on one to use, but it was unpleasantly close to a family eating at a table. Maybe I needed to do more than just pee, I dunno.
After the food court there was another room/carriage full of stalls, all walled with the same brown, wood-looking paneling, but almost all were occupied.
I heard what sounded like sex occurring in a stall up ahead, but from the brief, embarrassed glimpse I caught as I passed it seemed to be a man helping a woman give birth in there, with the door open.
After that I came to a less-claustrophobic area without all the stalls pressing in on either side. There was a counter up ahead and some more snacks for sale, along with various stationery, set out around the room.
Or, well, carriage, but at this point it occurred to me that if I hadn't just boarded a train I would have no idea I was on one and not in a building. These large, spacious rooms with windows and ample store furnishings didn't resemble train carriages at all.
And there was more! Rather than just selling some stationery, this shop I was in extended on ahead, selling books and magazines like a stretched-out version of one of those little airport bookshops.
They even had a section devoted to comics/graphic novels. The first shelf seemed to be filled with overly artsy, abstract shite, so I moved across the room to a bunch of smaller shelves. The first one I looked at had a bunch of juicy-looking, adventure-y comics in Western settings.
The idea occurred to me of buying one to take back and share with my companion, whoever they were, and I was looking for a sequel to some similar comic I remembered reading earlier in the dream when I came across one whose cover claimed to star Willie Nelson and some other guy. Apparently Willie had done the mo-cap work that one of the main characters was drawn from?? Bizarre, I know, but that was my understanding.
Then my dad suddenly appeared, telling me how the comic was apparently based on some old film and all the various difficulties that the crew had encountered during production, which was on-location in some strange place or other.
Then I woke up and immediately got up to go take a leak.
Probably a good thing I didn't find a usable toilet, haha.
Edit:
Tl;dr: Caught a train to who-knows-where then went looking for an onboard toilet, found a huge number of toilet stalls as well as a food court and a book store with a sweet, highly-varied graphic novel selection, all spacious and all somehow crammed aboard this bizarre train that you couldn't really even feel the movement of.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on September 06, 2018, 09:55:36 am
Asking because I might have given myself a dream somehow.
If one completely unrelated to what I was listening to.
Post by: King Zultan on September 06, 2018, 12:09:02 pm
Post by: pisskop on September 07, 2018, 11:30:36 am
I ended up trying to intimately convince a guy not to drill a hole into a fridge -or something- because it would cause a leak.
It was weird.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 08, 2018, 04:22:38 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on September 09, 2018, 08:04:51 am
I was part of a mars terraforming team. We were mostly young adults, I guess since it's a very long-term job? It was like one of those space expedition movies where everyone has a specialty. Like one guy specialized in driving the buggy, which was this big van deal.
The climatologist was this giggly but brilliant nerdette and we hit it off, or at least we both got really excited about studying Martian creeks and planning out our closed-system hydroponics (poop goes in, food comes back out). I've been having romantic asexual dreams about women lately...
There seemed to be infrastructure but we were expected to be mostly self-sufficient. I never read Blue Mars but I assume it was a similar level of progress: The ice caps melted to fill canals, but very isolated vegetation for now. We got to drive the buggy down a big highway, skidding back and forth in the noticeably low gravity. I want to say we were going swimming? There was a locker scene...
We found out that two of the team had this fibrous skin infection, like bits of plant growing through them. Apparently a normal but stigmatized condition, and communicable if you get too close. I tried to get close to one anyway, to avoid ostracizing them. He waved me away but I hope the gesture was appreciated.
I took a lot of pictures of mars and selfies with the team, too bad I was asleep :/
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 09, 2018, 08:47:11 am
Post by: Yoink on September 10, 2018, 02:32:45 am
Post by: KittyTac on September 10, 2018, 02:53:59 am
My dreams always end with a Smash Cut (https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SmashCut) to another dream if I die in the dream. Is this normal?
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 12, 2018, 03:16:52 am
Post by: Steelmagic on September 12, 2018, 06:45:44 am
Post by: Sebastian2203 on September 13, 2018, 03:41:14 pm
The door was split into two separately opening sections.
There were two windows when there was only one irl and when I looked trough it I saw that we room was like one meter underground with a direct view into a grass field that was level-on with the room. The sun was shining very bright like it was still August or something.
The dream happened between 6:20 and 6:40 AM when I decided I want to get up later because I knew I had the time.
The floor was littered with a grass like a lawnmower just passed by recently and then I noticed there was more un-cut grass growing from under the bed.
Now this is strange but all of my dreams are very very emotional, I wish I could know if other folks have this too, but if I remember a dream very well it can set the mood of the day for me.
This dream gave me very cozy and nostalgic feeling of something, the visuals were pretty boring, it was obviously messed up room with no logic but dam I wish I could go there and just lay down, the air, I somehow remember how the air was fresh and everything was so comfortable.
Maybe I just really didn´t want to go to work this morning but sometimes I wish I could stay in these dreams forever, I was so careless and free.
Post by: KittyTac on September 13, 2018, 08:33:00 pm
Post by: Yoink on September 13, 2018, 10:21:50 pm
First dream I remember had me and a friend as demon hunters, investigating strange happenings in a building (which may or may not have been a church) along with a couple of guys who were its owners or caretakers. To begin with we had to keep our actual profession as demon hunters on the down-low, for some reason, I think because our companions were heavily Christian and/or very straight laced and likely to be offended by the very suggestion of demonic influence being behind whatever had been going on.
It made our job a little harder, since we had to pretend we didn't already have a strong suspicion as to just what was going on.
Eventually, after wandering through various spooky levels of this building, we came to a sort-of basement that was just below the main entrance room - in fact, we could have stuck our heads through a bunch of holes torn in the plaster walls at one end of said room (behind the altar, I think) and looked right into this one, and probably would have if it weren't for the company we had on this mission.
If we had, it would have cleared things up a lot sooner - this room was lined with blood-red demonic script scrawled across the walls. It was occupied, too - by something too horrifying to describe. Actually I just can't remember what it was, but it was definitely bad news.
My friend and I, already on guard, were ready to spring into action to try and battle this thing, but I think everything got pretty hairy after that. Unfortunately, that's the last part I can remember for sure. Though I think at least one of our guides got gibbed horribly.
Next dream I remember very little of, but it was bloody stressful.
Wherever I was, I received a call from a female friend who wanted me to come over and hang out.
Now I had some romantic feelings for her, and I figured this would either be a booty call or at the very least fun platonic hangs with a good friend. I could hardly lose, right? But then the whole dream was me getting distracted and sidetracked in various ways, and by the time I made it to the city, and the station from which I needed to catch a train to get to her place, it was very, very late, and I couldn't remember what time the trains in that direction finished and the thought of having to shell out for an uber began to weigh on my mind.
Also, this was some confusing nightmare version of various train stations I have been to IRL (and doubtless some that were entirely dreamt up), so it was a real struggle to find my way around. Also I think it was really crowded and there was all sorts of weird shit going on. I dunno. Not a very pleasant dream, that feeling of being late for something you should have left for hours ago and realising you might not make it at all is all too real.
Third dream... was weird. Probably the one I remembered the most clearly upon waking up, but it has faded a lot.
I was in some sort of mall or shopping centre, along with a variety of family members, which was undergoing renovations before our eyes. I can't remember why we were there, it certainly seemed like some sort of party or occasion considering the number of familiar and unknown faces joining us.
I... actually remember barely anything about this dream now, come to think of it. At one point I was comparing holiday photos with someone, showing them a few photos from my visits to Bali that I for some reason had on me (they were very strange, warped, out-of-focus shots of places that probably don't exist, but dream-me recognised them fondly) after they'd been showing some of theirs and talking about travel.
Some of us were definitely discussing the renovations of the place we were in - some sort of kiosk-style bar (like something you'd see in an airport) had been mostly torn out, and we were musing as to what might replace it. At one point, I think, the proceedings at that place finished and everyone went back to a house for kick-ons, which I'm guessing belonged to a family member - I think at least part of it was actually based on a previous family home.
At one point I realised this woman who I'd been talking to on-and-off for most of the scene had disappeared from the festivities, and I went in search of her. I didn't know her well, whoever she was, but she was nice and had seemed to be getting on well with everyone.
I went out onto the front verandah, where a different group of people were keeping largely separate from our group inside. I had the feeling they may have
Very uncomfortable, hostile vibes washed over me as I made this intrusion - something about their festivities just seemed alien and unfriendly to me, though evidently someone had invited them back here, and they seemed to be more-or-less enjoying themselves as far as I could see. I just wasn't welcome.
I filled my glass with water, still not having seen her, and took a couple of gulps before turning back to return the way I came - only to find my way blocked by two gals sitting on the floor either side of the cleared walkway between furniture and people, making out right in the centre. A W K W A R D.
I stopped and sort of hung back a bit, preparing to just be absorbed in my freshly-poured glass of water, despite not wanting to be around this creeps a moment longer. I'm sure my discomfort was obvious as anything, though. After a moment the pair broke their kiss and scowled up at me.
"Why didn't you just get it from the tap inside?" one of them sneered as I scuttled past. I'm sure I could have come up with some excuse, like someone was using it to fill a large container or something, but I didn't. I just fled.
That's the last I remember of that dream. I think in the end it seemed like the girl I was looking for had simply left, which was kind of sad.
Should I spoiler this for length? I don't know, it's not nearly as much of a wall of text as most of my longer, better-remembered dreams.
Right now, I... I need coffee. Yes. Good mor-- oh, it's 1:21 in the afternoon. I slept in. Of course.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 14, 2018, 03:14:35 am
Post by: Eric Blank on September 14, 2018, 08:43:44 pm
So we had the typical stupid customer who thinks she can just order you to turn on the pump because she waved a government gas voucher in your face, but we didnt have all the paperwork on our end, so i had to go to a candy store "just down the street" to get a copy of this paperwork. Of course this place didnt even sell gas and the government never gives people vouchers explicitly for sweets so idk why they had one, but the lady behind the counter was super insistant that i had to give her the street address of my place of employment and my bosses full name or some shit, but gave up and just let me take the paper i guess because i couldnt answer for shit.
So then i think i decided to grab lunch while i was out but wandering around is what lands you back at the store so i didnt get lunch i just got more angry customers who wanted to know how much the magic beans and shit were and if they were really magic or whatever and of course i dont know and the boss lady is in the back making some important deal with someone so she cant answer anybodys questions.
And the damn cash register wasnt being consistent either. Like i could enter a number, theoretically correctly, but it would print a number with a couple digits off and that shit was frustrating for everyone. None of the "magic" products were labelled appropriately either.
There was this guy that bought beer, tried to get away with not giving me ID, finally acquiesced, the ID is good, then i find out hes buying the beer for his little brother who is like 15 or some shit, but at that point hes already left the store. But then i find out they both got hit by a car, so everythings cool right? Weird ass dream.
Post by: George_Chickens on September 14, 2018, 10:58:46 pm
There was this distorted metallic booming outside of my door, and I noticed Toady One was slowly walking towards me, making this metallic screech with every step. His eyes were completely empty and blank. As he got closer he unhinged his jaw. I tried to push him away but he was too solid. I can't remember what happened next but I think he bit my head off.
Post by: Rolan7 on September 14, 2018, 11:34:28 pm
Too bad I realized the mistake before getting to Toady Herobrine.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 15, 2018, 05:56:07 am
I downloaded a weird copy of DF and started playing it. I had noticed that it was a beta for the magic release. I was having so much fun trying to make a spell which would suck up the blood of every elf and pour it into the ocean, but suddenly my game locked up and the lights went out.Did ur head sail off
There was this distorted metallic booming outside of my door, and I noticed Toady One was slowly walking towards me, making this metallic screech with every step. His eyes were completely empty and blank. As he got closer he unhinged his jaw. I tried to push him away but he was too solid. I can't remember what happened next but I think he bit my head off.
Post by: TD1 on September 17, 2018, 04:22:54 am
Post by: FallacyofUrist on September 17, 2018, 10:06:15 am
I wish I could remember my dreams better, now that I've started having them again.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on September 20, 2018, 07:42:06 am
Baby bird riding a golden retriever puppy. There might have been a kitten involved too.
That was adorable. Why can't I have more dreams like that?
Post by: IcyTea31 on September 20, 2018, 07:56:15 am
Post by: McTraveller on September 20, 2018, 08:25:30 am
Hard to tell what I've been watching lately, eh...
Post by: TD1 on September 21, 2018, 05:16:59 am
Post by: Rolan7 on September 21, 2018, 08:37:43 am
(end of the Mirror's Edge act)
The troopers hadn't quite been Star Wars though, despite their futuristic white clothes they had a Roman look. They were, in fact, of Caesar's Legion. The glass-walled elevator took me up several floors of the Fallout-style ruined building, Legionnaires searching the floors in squads. Eventually it let me off on the top floor, a blasted museum of old world technology. But also a refugee camp of FO:NV and FO4 companions, from Veronica to Nick Valentine. All the Legion wouldn't tolerate (that is to say, almost everyone) and had been driven to this last refuge as the Legion "took over the map".
(I may be doing another pro-legion NV run and feeling some guilt about it. Even if I plan to eat Caesar later. At this point I was dreaming myself as my character, which is concerning since she's a 1 INT cannibal murderhobo)
Everybody was incredibly depressed, especially Nick. He kept moping in that classic Noire way, talking about how "we had a good run, but it was always gonna end like this". It seemed completely hopeless. But then Veronica stepped in, revealing she still had a BoS mininuke. Together they engineered... well, a fairly nonsensical plan to use the nuke to reset the world. Which was, after all, pretty explicitly just a simulation (thanks to the first act).
We escaped the facility and traveled the Mojave a bit, the three of us, and found our destination. A set of three memorial plinths in the sand, each bearing a large live snake. We each needed to be bitten. We'd "die" and the cycle would move on. Ouroboros imagery. Well, Veronica went first, but I chickened out. Why the heck did I have to die by snake? I'm a cannibal murderhobo with a mininuke. I ran away.
I returned to the abandoned museum/NPC refuge and found it had reset, pre-war even. There were nature exhibits everywhere, especially snakes. And um, young frat-types playing with the snakes, and cheerfully insisting I needed to get bit. And um... Hm. I kinda missed any imagery because there were *freakin snakes* trying to bite me. Which ended up happening, which ended the dream.
I don't know how Nick managed to get bit, I guess he's just awesome that way. I mean, he uses stimpacks somehow.
Post by: Yoink on September 24, 2018, 09:46:28 pm
On the plus-side, though, I had a few rather entertaining dreams as I dozed off repeatedly, and I actually remember enough to record of a few of them. They are as follows...
The first dream involved LW making a post to explain and apologize for his recent absence from the forums.
Apparently a bunch of scots he knew in meatspace had been plying him with a variety of wonderful strong drink after he had successfully predicted, some time previously, that a certain (probably fictional) Scottish politician was going to seize a significant amount of power on the world stage and make life a misery for as many people as possible.
One of his acts in power had been to outlaw the use of various rude words. These scots certainly had serious potty-mouths - surprise surprise - considering the one such word I remember is one not even I would use. LW was glad of their company (and their nigh-endless supply of booze) nonetheless, though, and so he had allegedly been spending his days partying in a drunken stupor with a bunch of Scottish dudes instead of supplying Bay12 with his usual stream of wit.
Fortunately, he returned (presumably finding some way to balance partying and shitposting) and all was now right with the
There were a couple more dreams here which I sadly seem to have forgotten in the process of dozing off again and having the latter two dreams... whoops. There may have been a dog or something involved. I think... nope, can't remember bugger-all about these ones. Sorry. The next one's probably the best, anyway.
The next dream (or dream-fragment) that I remember began centered on a young, well-dressed prince, kneeling at the throne of his dying father, looking generally grief-stricken. His father, the King, had apparently been carried back from someplace where he had received a grievous injury and was now bleeding all over the damn place. A Baratheon-style hunting mishap? Perhaps. An enemy ambush or assassination attempt? Perhaps. I don't remember the details.
Whatever the cause of his mortal wound(s), the king leaned forward with some effort and whispered to his son, in what seemed like it could well be his dying breath, that he had a confession to make... they were broke. The whole kingdom was drowning in debt and his successor stood to inherit little or nothing but a huge pain in the arse. He begged his son's forgiveness for his poor management of the realm.
The youth's eyes went wide. The tears in them faded rather quickly. All of a sudden he had scooped up his father, heedless of the copious amounts of blood staining his richly-made clothes, and the dream cut to a shot of him kicking open a door elsewhere in the castle.
He rushed in and deposited the old man on a long table, before turning to the rather flustered occupant of the room: the castle healer.
He demanded that the man save his father, whatever it took. Apparently no-one had thought to command the healer thusly before, since he was shocked and dithering uselessly about - it seemed his job was mostly to patch up the castle's peons when they managed to mangle themselves somehow.
Eventually he came up with a plan. He had a bunch of almost-finished healing potions that he used for that purpose, which just needed a few finishing touches. At this point I believe I assumed control of the prince and completed a few fetch quests and/or helped mix the potions or whatever.
Eventually I'd finished dumping small amounts of some magical powder into each glass vial.
The healer, who'd presumably also been hard at work, gave one a sniff, then carefully tasted it with a spoon, and frowned. "Oh, dear, we've made them a bit too strong," he said. Impatiently, but with a bit of rising panic I said, "So? We can always dilute them," to which he hesitated a little, before explaining that it wasn't the healing aspect that was in need of dilution.
With a lot of embarrassed stammering and "You see, I, ah," and "erm, well I," and that sort of thing, I eventually got it out of him that, since these potions were generally used for little more than keeping the castle's menial labourers intact enough to work, he'd designed them so that he could gain some benefit from using them occasionally as well.
Specifically, the benefit of, erm... potency.
It dawned on me: we were going to have to feed the king fantasy viagra to save his life.
Apparently the dose of said viagra-like was normally too low to have effect unless one drank multiple potions or activated them somehow beforehand, but because we had souped up these ones so much to save the king they were more powerful in both ways. I get the feeling this pervy healer had popped a boner under the table just after sipping the damn thing.
It would be impossible to hide, the healer told me.
I snorted with relief and amusement. What follows is the best line of the dream and probably the highlight of all of them.
"Nobody cares if the king's cock gets hard so long as he survives," I said, "We'd much rather be planning an orgy than a funeral."
The dream ended around there, as the healer, grinning with relief, rushed to administer the potions. I wouldn't be surprised if I was simply laughing too hard to sleep further, it certainly cracked me up when I remembered it.
I like to imagine, though, that once we managed to revive the king from death's doorstep he revealed that it was all a ruse - the pauper-king part of it, at least, and that he'd fed his heir the sob-story about being broke in order to inspire the self-serving, greedy little buzzard to do whatever it took to save his life.
That'd be film- or book-worthy right there.
The last dream I had I don't remember much of now, but I remember one interesting scene where this girl had just gotten back from a trip through a rather isolated, rural place in the mountains somewhere. Some other character, a guy, asked her if she'd seen the place where he grew up. Apparently, as he explained, it was the biggest mountain one saw along the route. She wasn't sure, and he was kind of disappointed.
Before long we had all (there were a couple of other friends involved too, possibly who went on the original trip as well) piled into her memory somehow, presumably using some sort of future technology.
We were in a li'l jeep kinda thing, fanging it up this weird, improbably straight and wide dirt road that sloped upwards through the mountains, steep but not so steep that the car wasn't going at an exhilarating clip. There was plenty of tangled greenery around, and the view to the sides of this strange road was breathtaking - misty open space, mountains and jungle hugging all but the steepest cliffs. Kinda like the rainforested mountain ranges of SE QLD on steroids, or prettied up for use in some fantasy adventure film. Or maybe they just look that rad normally, it's been a long time since I've really seen them.
Anyway, we were looking for this one, specific mountain, and so everyone (including the guy who apparently grew up there, who definitely hadn't been on the trip) was craning their necks towards one side of the car, peering through the mist in search of any likely hillocks.
I pointed out one massive mountain, stating "there, that's a huge fucking mountain" in a voice that suggested I wanted to hurry up and get it over with, but apparently it was not the one - in fact, two or so more, even bigger mountains passed which were also apparently not it. I found myself a little worried that no-one was really paying much attention to driving... but surely there was no need to, since we were just jacked into a memory? I was just being a wuss.
Finally, our guide jabbed a finger at the oversized hill that was apparently his birthplace, uttering its name with tender reference as everyone goggled admiringly at this wondrous vista. Apart from me - noticing our course had veered dramatically rightwards I shouted "turn left!" and my friend at the wheel obliged, swinging the whole car sharply back towards the center of the track just as we were about to go straight off the sheer drop at the edge.
I woke up (properly this time) shortly after, and finally dragged myself out of bed to start writing this shit up. Unfortunately I forgot one-or-two dreams that had seemed quite well-established in my memory, but I still think the medieval one was definitely the best of all, so who cares.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on September 27, 2018, 03:55:47 am
I do not remember what I did to deserve that but it was pretty depressing.
Someone told me to not cry, but I felt just huge urgue to stare down at my boots and I couldn´t lift my head up, I remember trying to take it easy but I felt an immense weight on my head with each time I tried to supress any negative thoughts of this situation.
The courtroom was full of familiar faces and I was filled with guilt and the mutual dissapointment of everyone.
Then the view switched to one of my family members wishing they release me for Christmas and it turns out true.
I always smile IRL when I see everyone taking pity on me, so I did the same in my dream and responded to everyone´s sad grumpy faces with smile.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 27, 2018, 06:42:32 am
The first dream involved LW making a post to explain and apologize for his recent absence from the forums.This does sound concernedly plausible. Life does whirl in a blur when in the company of good revelry
Apparently a bunch of scots he knew in meatspace had been plying him with a variety of wonderful strong drink after he had successfully predicted, some time previously, that a certain (probably fictional) Scottish politician was going to seize a significant amount of power on the world stage and make life a misery for as many people as possible.
One of his acts in power had been to outlaw the use of various rude words. These scots certainly had serious potty-mouths - surprise surprise - considering the one such word I remember is one not even I would use. LW was glad of their company (and their nigh-endless supply of booze) nonetheless, though, and so he had allegedly been spending his days partying in a drunken stupor with a bunch of Scottish dudes instead of supplying Bay12 with his usual stream of wit.
Fortunately, he returned (presumably finding some way to balance partying and shitposting) and all was now right with theworldforum.
24/09/2018
The dream of this night was made under conditions of exhausted sleep, brought about by an awful chest infection making breathing whilst asleep difficult. The conclusion was to not sleep, at least until 5:00AM passed and staying awake didn't seem to remain a viable option - but by then at least my airways seemed much less phlegmed and sleep much more possible.
Passing into heavy, delirious sleep, I dreamed a composite of four dreams.
I was crossing a busy road, an area where eight roads intersected and I had to pass two pedestrian crossings in order to reach the stairwell on the other side of the road. Making my way across the first road, the traffic piled up at the second while I waited for the sign to change from the red man to the green. Behind me a drunk and agitated old English hobo was milling about through the crossing behind me, with the cars waiting angrily yelling at him whilst he yelled back at them. Distracted I crossed the second crossing, stopping to pick up a sandal I slipped out of, with a motorcycle rider hurriedly yelling at me to run before the traffic lights changed.
'Fuck, quick, go, go now.'
Running quickly down the stairs into the underground I was met by no ticket barriers or even a station, instead running immediately into the platform of a train of an unknown line. Opposite me seemed to be a proper train station, on my end the platform seemed large enough for only one carriage. If I had been conscious, I would have remarked at how strange this would otherwise seem. Perhaps my distraction could be justified because I was immediately focused on the family in run-down rags crossing the train tracks a minute before the train arrived. There was a husband, wife, a child and a babe, with the wife carrying the child and the child carrying the babe. I shouted at them to get out of the tracks, worried they would get electrocuted or run under - the husband climbed out and stood, watching me. The other three made it to the other side and I felt relieved that they had made it, until the mother turned around and went back to the tracks. I screamed at them to please stop, to not play chicken with the train as it would not be able to stop in time, she did not even seem to understand my words - and tripped over the tracks.
The train screeched to a halt making an immediate brake and somehow managed to stop just before hitting the family. I relaxed and after a short few seconds the station was shook with falling earth, bricks, masonry and strained supports, a second train hitting the first braked train, plunging the station in darkness. Lights flickered back on and the station looked visibly damaged, but not as damaged as it should have been. The tunnels were blocked off but my humble platform was now much larger, with stairs leading up and around to the other side of the station.
Seeing an information booth now on my side of the station, I immediately went over and pressed the button relaying me to a station worker where I informed them of the emergency. I was panicking but calmed myself, resolving to give as much useful information as I could, not letting fear get in the way of helping an effective response. I detailed that two crashes were observed, that there were no fires, that there were definitely casualties, that there was a risk of the station collapsing and that I would try to find as many people as I could and leave. A mid-country male voice referred to me and told me to stay put and tell everyone to stay put, I told them I would. I asked the man how he knew my name, he told me that I had mentioned it earlier, I told him emphatically I had not. The man did not answer any further, I said I would stay put, to which he responded with 'very good then.' This was the last I heard from him, and so I left the information booth.
I saw on the other side of the station an old but fit man who wore a blue suit and spoke English with a faint European accent, though thoroughly Estuary, who helped me search for survivors. We unmistakably heard voices from survivors - underneath the train, the bodies were torn and burnt, but peeling back crumpled carriages people emerged blackened but intact, until nine survivors joined us to total 11 people. The husband of the family was never found or noticed by anyone. The trains had been fortunately empty for the most part, with few traveling this early on the line at this late a time, while there were no signs of drivers - almost no one had died for what could have been the perfect catastrophe. I told the survivors that we were to stay put and they told me that I was insane, and began to grow rude with agitation. We all marched up the stairs of the station only to pause, looking out cautiously from behind the tiled corner to find two rows of riot police and tactical officers, with a much larger crowd of intrigued people behind them. It was daytime outside, despite me having entered the train station at night, but this fact did not seem odd to me. I told the survivors if they would not listen to me they could take their chances with the police line, because something was clearly wrong about the whole situation.
While the 10 of them discussed plans I found a ladder to a tunnel which in turn led to a derelict-looking door. Opening this door, I walked through to find several large and exceedingly friendly Americans, who summoned more of their flock to marvel at the dude who just walked out of this old door. I looked around and observed that it was the lobby of a large and extravagant hotel, and immediately ran back to the others, telling them I had a plan. Using some hand soap and antibacterial wipes we cleaned ourselves to the best of our meagre resources' capabilities and left through the chute into the hotel, leaving bit by bit as departing guests or tourists. Leaving last, I walked up to the police line and asked what all this business was about, and the police responded that they weren't entirely clear why they had been ordered to close off the station, remarking that it was a potentially dangerous situation. Leaving, one of the officers seems to realise I was from the station and chases after me, at which point I flee and escape in the crowd.
I find refuge in a gang of three chavlings, quickly taking control of the gang by virtue of them being much, much younger. The former leader of the gang at first resents my influence, but grudgingly accepts that they are still learning, though their pride refused to outright state they were learning. The perspective at this point changed to the viewpoint of a newsfeed remarking at the exploits of these monkey chavlings and their risky stunts, with the newsfeed cutting to the four of us scaling a net-draped tower to steal three bottles of fabled vodka, an elixir said to have magical properties. Whatever the hype said, it was certainly worth a lot of compensation to the right buyer, and with it we could escape the slowly tightening drag net in the British Isles, laid by some unknown pursuer. One of my chavlings unscrewed one of the bottles, which was recycled from a cheap reused bottle of aloe vera water relabeled with permanent marker, drinking it whilst dangling 400m above the ground. He took a swig and passed the bottle to me, I smelt it sweet and refused a sip, I told him I would slap him if we weren't so high off the ground, as we don't drink at work and especially not while both of our hands are needed. I further told him not to drink what we risked our lives to get, especially since it seemed like it was sweetened with lead and likely to kill whoever drank it, so it was best to sell it and buy real vodka instead. He was disappointed but agreed, and we escaped with two and two thirds bottles of vodka elixir.
Finding a disreputable inn, we place the two and two thirds vodka elixirs down, where we are surprised by several lovely ladies placing drinks and delicious trays and bowls of food - like chicken satays, onions, peppers, lamb, gravy and spiced to perfection with an assortment of breads and beers. I had not realised how hungry I was until I saw all of the foods, while the boys were distracted by the girls. The matriarch of the group tried to charm me with talks of fair "treatment" whilst they hammered out the specifics of our contract of exchange, reaching for two of our elixirs I grabbed them all and put them in a rucksack, angrily demanding that the matriarch not treat me like an uneducated, uncivilised barbarian and conduct our contract of exchange honestly & wisely. She insisted that the terms would be fair and would all be sorted tomorrow when everyone was better-rested, but I was implacable. Eventually she relented and said I would have to speak directly to her boss, the Electric Eel.
At this point specks of glowing dust and floating detritus felt to me as if I was under the ocean again, but I was confused because I was sure I was not underwater. All confusion worsened when I found the Electric Eel, who was an electrified Moray eel of extraordinary size - his full length unknown, emerging to find who it was that demanded audience and attention. We spoke together for long about various issues, I asked what the Electric Eel was concerned with the elixirs for, what he was willing to provide, what assurances of forfeit were he not to fulfill his end of the bargain and so forth. The Electric Eel argued that he need not justify why he was concerned with his purchase, that he was willing to provide all I asked for to leave the Sunken Isles, that he would require assurances that the Elixir was genuinely pure and original. Eventually our discussion became more philosophical, concerned with what brought people like myself or the Moray Eel to such dens of desperation. I remarked that I believed the Electric Eel and I were more alike than one might imagine, and I told the Electric Eel that was why I was backing away onto the top of the table. The Electric Eel understood at once that I knew he meant to kill me instead of sign any contract and lunged, I kicked the Satay tray into his face and threw a tray of boiling grease and roast pork at him. Burned and in pain, I was prepared to kill him with a hefty candle holder, but instead grabbed the gang and left slowly. The Electric Eel asked why I spared him, knowing that he would come after me for revenge. I told him it was his right to act as he might, while I must act as I must, leaving. We reached a beach before the dream ended.
25/09/2018
Exhausted nights seemed to have continual knock-on effects causing further exhaustion, and this and the next night were no exceptions either. This dream was much shorter in terms of sequence, taking place entirely in my bathroom going about my morning routine. The only deviation from the norm was that I was female, and after what would seem an otherwise ordinary gender flipped sequence, I tightened a corset around my waist until my ribs cracked and blood leaked from my eyes, nose and ears. This accurately reflected how my lungs felt in real life as the chest infection reached its zenith, I woke up coughing phlegm soon after.
26/09/2018
I dreamed I was in Paris with my friends looking for a certain room reputed to be haunted. I climbed up the stairs floor by floor and continued going in blind faith, never searching for the right number, until I reached a height that was impossible. I felt a chill run through my spine finding the floor that should not exist, and I realized I was entirely alone. I walked through to find a hotel room, its door held invitingly half-open. Inside I could see the dim light of a lamp on, and I opened the door to see a cozy looking and half lived-in room. Compared to the bright daylight I saw everywhere else, the light here seemed off-season, like an Autumnal sunset and not the peak of a Summer daytime. The curtains were closed but I didn't have time to open them. I found a notebook which demanded my attention and I picked it up, turning around immediately as I heard the door creak open. The first limb I saw was an arm, hinged wrong and far too long, as white as a layer of skin removed from its body, or like a body devoid of blood. It was symmetrical, quadrupedal, walking on arms and legs with joints not too different from a cricket's, they were wrong. Its torso was emaciated, its ribs sticking through an empty stomach, while its face held two eyes which stared at me piercingly. It had long wet black hair, with a lazy, long lolling tongue.
I believed I knew who my friend was, and I suspected I had even met them before. Facing them as they approached me, I closed my eyes and walked towards the door, walking continually. At the point where I should have met contact I instead felt a cold draught. Opening my eyes, I found I was by the stairs, and began walking down never looking back. When I returned to my hotel room I found my phone had several missed calls and messages from my friends asking where I had gone, as they were searching for me throughout the city. I told them I was just at the hotel and apologised as I didn't realise I was gone that long, they asked me where I had gone but I left the messages unchecked while I checked the notebook, the only proof I had that I had been to that floor. The surface of the notebook was leather, with a faded glass eye on the top. The notebook's contents were intriguing, full of mundane notes and bookkeeping contents, musings or random thoughts - but it also contained warnings and experiences, and stranger ramblings and musings still. It became immediately alarming when I found the notebook describing the hotel room I was in, right down to the spectre of death in the mirror behind me. The door unlocking and my friends coming in shocked me upright, with the figure of death gone. They asked why I was crying, and I realised I was crying. I told them it was nothing, I just found this weird notebook. My good friend (whose name incidentally means the mad, or the firm hand of Allah) and fearless peer flicked through the notebook. He said it was mine: It was my hand writing, writing about things I had seen, done or thought, and it was recognisably identical to one of my notebooks. I told him it was impossible, because I still had that notebook and brought it out, fresh and red, and the older notebook had written about things which had not happened.
Yet it was unmistakably in my handwriting.
We go to eat dinner and I fall asleep, seeing a vision of death coming to take me to the next. I wake up and spit out a single strand of spaghetti, leaving and coming back before the waiter believed I was trying a dine and dash. Going to sleep I see a vision of death coming to take me from my room to the next. I wake up and leave immediately for a walk, always running from this ephemeral figure in its black mourning garb appearing from behind doors, buses, walls to reach a hand out to me and take me to the next. I try to work and retain a sense of normalcy but everything becomes impossible as I try to stay one step ahead of death; my friends express concern that all of this erratic behaviour continues even when we return home and suspect madness. I try to get a referral to the NHS but even in my dreams getting a timely appointment is impossible. Eventually Summer fades and I'm exhausted and tired, I write a letter to death telling them that I am not trying to run from death, nor do I fear wherever I shall go whether it be Heaven, Hell, the next life or enlightened oblivion. I tell them I do not intend to outrun death, I only seek to reschedule death so I can finish my unfinished work. I hope this works, noticing with some hilarity that Halloween is here. I message my most trusted friends saying briefly that I was going to try and reason with the spectre of death, in as unalarming terms as one could possibly convey such an insane message.
Sitting on a park bench drinking schnapps alone, I waited for the hungry ghost, the reaper, Yama, death to arrive. I see no visions or apparitions, instead a bunch of kids trick-or-treating go by, chased by a terrifying little sausage hound dressed in black robes, its eyes glowing green and red in the yellow streetlights. I see an overweight Nigerian lady chasing this sausage hound, carrying a cheap plastic scythe and wearing cheaper black felt robes. She resigns herself from catching the little sausage hound and waits on the bench for it to tire and return to her, at which point we begin having idle conversation. She says I look terrible, I said I felt like death. She laughed and said she felt that way sometimes too. She told me not to miss my bus, I tell her I guess it's time to see where I go next. The buses come and go but I find one unnumbered bus after the 47 and the 381s go by, and on this bus I find myself sleeping there. It doesn't take me long to realise there is no bus driver nor are there any passengers except me and my dead body.
The perspective changes to my good friend, the mad, zealous and empirical one. He hears from one of my family that I was found dead at the end of a bus journey, natural causes, tragic and so forth. He's convinced that there's something suspicious about this whole ordeal, since insane or no, one does not simply report repeated suspicious sightings or portents of impending doom without there being something wrong behind it. One of my other friends asks him if he really believes that there was a suspicious plot, to which he says no, but it's suspicious enough to warrant a deeper look. He searches through all of my things being thrown away and asks my family if he can take the notebook specifically - they let him and he sets to work reading it in fullness. He chances upon a particular page which looks half like a recipe for a delicious stew and half like a recipe for summoning an outerdimensional being. Naturally he starts making the stew, fulfilling the instructions to the letter, shocked to find the lid open revealing a snake-like self-assembling construct of pigsmeat and goose meat, demanding to know what immortal name he had been given. When my friend tells the demon-like entity that it had been irreversibly named Shrek, the demon flies into murderous rage and tries to kill him, beaten back into the pot with a soup ladle. My friend puts up the heat and cooks the entity thoroughly into what looks like a delicious stew and writes down the results of this recipe, vowing to redo the experiment with a camera and a team under more secure lab conditions, cursing that he didn't bring enough salt to deal with the outerdimensional bullshit I was telling him from beyond the grave.
The perspective cuts back to me on the bus, as I reach into the coat inner pocket of my dead body and pull out my wallet, discarding all the notes and collecting all the coins I could find. Lots of £2 coins, £1 coins, one £5 coin, one 20p, one 50p, I give £2 to the driver's seat, and a bus driver collects the £2 before I take my seat. I had more than enough it seems for myself, the ferryman, and no doubt many others. I wait calmly as the bus closes its doors and begins to drive forwards. The dream ends with my friend promising to deliver his vow that he would refuse to let me die whether I wanted to die or not, drinking scotch whilst eating shrek, planning to execute the appropriate protocol.
Post by: WealthyRadish on September 27, 2018, 09:52:58 am
I was on a road trip with my older brother, and I had used my immense powers of reason to conclude that since I was just passing through areas and encountering people I would never see again, I might as well go around everywhere buck naked. At the beginning, I think my prudish sister was trying to stop me, but I outran her and so got my wish, and thus spent the entire dream totally nude. There were numerous places that I visited that are already fading from memory, but I remember visiting an interesting astrophysics research area (the astrophysicists were totally nonplussed about my naked ass), a car dealership, and what seemed like a combination Red Lobster/Waffle House (I don't think I've been to either in at least a decade). I laughed throughout the dream, particularly when I had to run past small children with their scandalized parents; I found it immensely satisfying when my nakedness would make them weep (uh, in a not weird way?).
To get to the Waffle House I had to sprint across a busy street and vault through some bushes (to avoid scratching up sensitive areas), and when I went in up to the busy counter I found that the menu prices were given as first order differential equations. I commented about this to the cashier, which started a conversation that culminated in an argument about the nature of value. I left with two heaping plates of disgusting looking seafood (I've been a vegetarian for 4 years) that costed $60, and I think I only paid that much because I messed up solving the differential equations, or because this seafood Waffle House was unionized and I wanted to support that. I then had to maneuver across the busy street again, staggering through bushes and disrupting traffic, to get back to my car and brother. My brother hadn't noticed until then that I was naked, somehow, but he was totally on board and very supportive (unlike my sister). However, I sensed that my brother only approved for different reasons from mine, and that he wasn't really listening at all. And then I woke up.
Post by: Yoink on September 27, 2018, 10:39:40 am
@UG: haha, nice. Come to think of it, I've been a bit of an exhibitionist in dreams once or twice before myself. Weird, it certainly hasn't seeped over into my conscious mind (thankfully). Sounds like a fun dream!
To contribute something myself, the main dream I remember from the many I had last night (or technically the night before, since it is past midnight here, whoops) was in a Western setting. I think the sequence began with me starting to play Red Dead Revolver (which IRL I haven't played in years, man that was a great game) and then morphed into first-person Western shenanigans with me pursuing some bunch of dudes who had, I believed, kidnapped some damsel in distress.
Oh, subconscious, haven't you heard? Chivalry is dead! :P
Anyway, the main thing I remember from this dream was my frustration at the weird guns I was having to use. They were primarily revolvers, but also could be - I thought the term was muzzle-loaded, but according to Google that refers mostly to artillery? Basically, you inserted the bullets down the barrel for some reason - but, since they were apparently very cheaply made or something they tended to buckle and warp after being used for a while.
Thus, the latter part of the dream basically devolved into me rushing back between various corpses scattered along the path I'd been following (it was rather video-gamey in hindsight, leading through boxcars and scenic little canyons and everything all scattered with crates), trying desperately to find guns that were loaded and in working order as my quarry doubtless drew further and further away.
I can't remember who my foes were or what had occurred earlier in the dream, but I sure remember the frustration in that part!
Post by: Parsely on September 27, 2018, 10:49:17 am
Anyway, the main thing I remember from this dream was my frustration at the weird guns I was having to use. They were primarily revolvers, but also could be - I thought the term was muzzle-loaded, but according to Google that refers mostly to artillery? Basically, you inserted the bullets down the barrel for some reason - but, since they were apparently very cheaply made or something they tended to buckle and warp after being used for a while.Nah man there are muzzle loaded revolvers, that's totally a thing! Your dream brain is on point. Both early firearms and artillery were mostly muzzle loaded until very recently (100 years ago), cartridge guns proliferated in the 19th century and that allowed breech loading designs to be more useful.
Post by: Rolan7 on September 28, 2018, 09:33:04 am
My friends were playing too, though we were time-delayed to give the puzzle time to reset. The friend ahead of me managed to solve the reactor puzzle without seeing the hint, but it took long enough that I started hitting puzzles before they had reset properly. That was exciting at first, the feeling of victory, but then I kinda regretted missing out on figuring out the cool puzzles.
I think I was remembering playing Myst: Uru with that same friend a few years ago (Not many years. Long after the original servers went down.)
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 28, 2018, 01:21:37 pm
@LW: I only had time to read the last of those dreams just now, but it was fascinating, Terrifying, comedic and exciting in turns... nice! Could make for a good novel or film, even if I get the feeling the "finding a spooky notebook from future self" thing might be a bit of a cliche.Somewhat disappointed my dream didn't have a haunted phone as well ;D
Post by: Yoink on October 02, 2018, 08:59:54 am
In other dream-related news, I just fell asleep hopelessly early and have pretty much fucked up my current attempt at repairing my sleep schedule - I have now woken up after probably an hour or two of napping all up, and it is still three-quarters of an hour before my intended bedtime. Argh.
As if that wasn't bad enough I'm feeling a bit cold-ish, probably due to being cold in my sleep and making myself sick. Also I left my hearing aids in and my ears are feeling all congested. I was already feeling a bit unwell beforehand, hence this unintentional nap. Blehhh.
One silver lining, though, is that in the course of my jumbled, semi-feverish dreams I was introduced to the wonderful sport of nip-fighting.
Now, it occurs to my increasingly-awake brain that the following description of the sport may seem horrifically sexist. Well, what can I say? Dream-me was pretty horrified (as well as a li'l aroused) as the dream went on. My subconscious loves to fuck with me sometimes. Don't blame me, I didn't write the script.
Anyway, nip-fighting was televised in and from Japan (ofc) in a gameshow-like setting, and had its two lucky contestants get dolled up in reasonably scanty outfits (my friend who had decided to compete went with a very goth, black corset kinda get-up, which is believable at least) before affixing the provided spikes to their otherwise naked breasts, using specially-designed straps.
These spikes, which may have been bladed as well, bore a noticeable resemblance to the knives used in cockfighting, which is doubtless a deeply-buried memory that my subconscious dug up whilst searching for inspiration.
(Un)Fortunately I woke up just as battle was about to properly begin, possibly due to my fear for my friend's wellbeing or maybe just because my physical body was getting kinda sick and uncomfortable, lying there passed out on my bed, poorly-covered by a blanket with the overhead light shining into my eyes. Maybe a bit of both!
I'm pretty sure I was watching an old recording of the show, and my friend had already returned from her Japan trip (and was showing me the footage), so she was apparently fine at least. I imagine she would be quite amused by this dream.
Honestly, overall it's not that far-fetched as something she would be into, given the chance. She's apparently dabbled in that 'suspension' stuff before, and has a healthy appreciation for the combat arts. I doubt she'd be down for the "brutally gouging a near-total stranger with metal nipple attachments" part, though, at least not just to win a contest. :))
I think the dream was basically inspired by that, those cockfighting memories from my overseas trips years ago (not that I ever saw an actual cockfight), recent discussions in some wretched corner of the interwebs about fictional characters settling their differences via competitive mud-wrestling, and of course the occasional snatches of very real and very shocking Japanese gameshows.
Now I am kind of afraid to even ask whether Japan has any sports that are a close equivalent to nip-fighting. I wouldn't be all that surprised, really.
Post by: IndigoFenix on October 03, 2018, 01:56:02 am
There was then a flashback to the battle against his other rival, the Dugong, which was a literal dugong who lived in a lake full of soy sauce. There was a jingle as well, but I forgot it.
The Captain was defeated by being drowned in the noodle pool.
I don't even like Chinese food.
Post by: Akura on October 03, 2018, 04:46:42 am
Moral of the story: I'm a godawful useless hitman, and should never be employed as one.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on October 03, 2018, 05:02:46 pm
Darkness wolves may have been involved.
Post by: Senator Jim Death on October 04, 2018, 02:39:52 pm
Post by: FallacyofUrist on October 04, 2018, 11:18:19 pm
You can't feel pain in a dreamI am honestly unsure about this. Freaking syringe assassin guy. That was not a pleasant experience.
Post by: Yoink on October 05, 2018, 07:28:56 pm
The announcer asked whoever caught it to bring to the entrance, and I think receive a prize? Anyway, somebody did and the dude whose nose it was calmly went off to have it sewn back on. He didn't seem too put out by it all.
Then the crowd started chanting, wanting his opponent (an over-the-top wild man, who thoroughly flipped off the crowd after entering the ring and seemed to incorporate a surprising number of throat punches into his fighting style) to fight some other wrestler next.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 06, 2018, 03:27:36 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on October 07, 2018, 09:20:28 pm
Post by: Kagus on October 08, 2018, 03:57:47 am
So far so good, but then I realized that I was a girl.
I spent the interim flailing around clumsily (I have never been a girl before and am unused to the experience) while trying to find a pretty dress I could wear. Ended up snatching some old rag of my mom's that for some ungodly reason had like four different layers and some abomination of separate thumb and pinky sleeves which were entirely too long for humans.
I somehow managed to put the horrid thing on before realizing that it was back-to-front and inside-out. I heard my parents pulling into the driveway and full panic mode was promptly engaged as I tried to extricate myself from the devil-dress and shove it in a closet so nobody would see that I'd snatched it and was trying it on. Or, indeed, that they would notice the fact that I was a girl, which I'm not sure they were aware of.
I managed to fling the thing into hiding just as my mom brought my cousin upstairs so she could ask me if they could bring their new laptops (apparently my parents bought new laptops for everyone) onto the shuttle.
Wait, I thought, shuttle? As in space shuttle? And then I woke up.
It took me until later to realize that, since I'd just rescued myself from the dress Immediately prior to them coming upstairs, I was answering this question completely in the nude.
I suppose the takeaway from this is that female-me is actually pretty cute... Despite having dark hair and looking absolutely nothing like me.
Maybe because of that.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 11, 2018, 02:51:28 pm
Post by: Yoink on October 11, 2018, 08:49:42 pm
We were parked in the town I grew up in, I'm pretty sure, outside Pearl Garden, the Chinese restaurant by the river.
Seemingly though, this dream was also simultaneously some sort of RPG. When they finally came back to the car (I can't remember what they'd been doing) I spotted a troll approaching in the distance and calmly asked the others if they had any fire magic.
We fled the car and were just walking about to keep ahead of this very slow-moving troll whilst trying to figure out a plan. My friend said she was actually two level-ups behind (I guess her class was wizard or something) and I urged her to just dump both into fire magic, but I got the feeling she saw that as poor roleplaying.
I woke up before the troll scene could come to a conclusion, though I think the dream continued in little spurts as I snoozed my alarms and went back to sleep repeatedly. If anything interesting happened, I don't remember.
Tl;dr: hanging out with an IRL friend I don't know too well, real life is also kind of an RPG, a troll attacks and I urge her and her sisters to dump all their accrued level-ups into fire magic.
Here's one from a couple of nights ago that I've been meaning to write up ever since.
I was playing a videogame, third-person and seemingly based on The Last of Us, but before long it shifted into immersive first-person anyway. I and a number of other folks were trained infiltrators/assassins, sent to sneak into some large fancy house.
I don't remember quite what our objective was, or even if we were all sent by the same people, but after a very tense moment after several of us had gained entry to the building, come across one another and levelled our guns, we came to the conclusion that we were probably on the same side and decided to team up.
I think it was a little bit like a stealth-game Battle Royale, where we were all just dumped out across a big map with our own, possibly conflicting objectives to complete.
Anyway, the person we were after (to kill, abduct or interrogate, I'm not sure) didn't seem to be home, though listening (with the TLoU mechanic, where you hold a button to crouch down and hear nearby enemies) showed us there were at least a few guards in the building.
The room we'd somehow wound up in had a cot in it, occupied by a baby. Apparently quite easily distracted, I went over and played with it (I'd put my guns away a while ago, don't worry), doing some kinda peek-a-boo stuff and then tickling it a bit, prompting it to laugh happily.
It was a heartwarming scene, well, about as heartwarming as possible considering I was some armed stranger who had stealthily broken into the house and the kid's parent was presumably my target. After a moment, though, the kid morphed into some strange aquatic creature, like some sort of mini-dragon thing, though it looked noticeably similar to some grotesque drawing of a duck-fish hybrid I drew on Drawception a while back.
Anyway, my team eventually decided to head down river via boat to a spot where the target's organization was apparently having some outdoor shindig, may have been a wedding or some shit I dunno. The kid-critter followed us, splashing through the creek as we went.
We managed to infiltrate the party without anyone suspecting a thing, somehow, and milled around whilst waiting for a glimpse of the guy we were after. I saw an IRL acquaintance on some TV screen and was distracted for a moment, and then woke up without anything more exciting happening.
Tl;dr: one of several assassins/spies/agents sent to a large fancy house to do something untoward to an important person, after brief standoff we decide we're on the same side and to work together, get briefly distracted by baby in a cot in the same room we were flashing guns around in, play with it for a bit and then it turns into some sort of water dragon, then we all head down-river to some party/event our target was supposed to be at and I wake up before anything exciting could happen.
Post by: WealthyRadish on October 12, 2018, 03:05:53 am
I was back in my childhood neighborhood remotely possessing the body of my sister, wandering around looking for something. When I say wandering around, I mean jumping people's fences and rummaging through their stuff and sometimes breaking into the houses. Something weird was going on that made the situation dangerous, but my brain didn't seem interested in letting me know what (it was just a general feeling). Instead, my brain informed me of a class of former landed aristocracy living in this Colorado suburb called "Tea Knights", people who eked by on the hospitality of others through a traditional custom (it was some ridiculous scheme where they send artfully written letters out randomly which by custom required that people invite them for "tea" and buy other letters to send out, or something). I was lucid enough to think even in the dream that it was stupid to get this random bit of useless exposition when I don't even know what I'm looking for or what the danger is, but on hearing this my mind decided to at least compensate me at that point by giving me a big f*cking gun. I'm not into guns, but it looked like an old sort of machine gun from the WWII era with a curved magazine that was inserted into the top part of the receiver. I never shot it, but I did amuse myself reloading it over and over again.
The gun only made me more self-conscious about all the casual breaking and entering, and I ended up on my former street (the neighborhood looped like it was located on a small cylinder, so if I wandered too far south I would end up north). I emerged from someone's yard in sight of a man dressed as a Chinese soldier holding an AK (the first person I think I encountered), and deciding that it would be too suspicious to turn back I feigned the deliberation of someone who knows where they're going and walked by him. He commented about needing a knife, and I replied that I would give him mine if I didn't need it for my costume (I didn't have a knife; I'm actually a decent liar). I had no clue why we would be wearing costumes (I didn't think I was) but I suppose I needed a way to casually explain the gun I was carrying (the moral of the dream is that carrying around large weaponry is more trouble than it's worth).
My knife misdirection line seemed to have worked and he was amicable, but now he commented on some inflamed warts on my hand which looked like acne. It was my sister's body (I guess) so I shouldn't have given a damn, but I still felt the need to make another less slick lie that they were bug bites. We were now in front of my old childhood house and passed a rusty birdbath of my mother's, and on inspection I realized that it is was full of some sort of human flesh growing on it. I realized my dandruff had fallen into it and formed a living mass of tissue, which I scraped off (with a nice squelch) and tossed aside with disgust (one of the masses had a nipple). By this point I was getting too lucid and started analyzing why I would be dreaming that (I figured it was an unexpected chain of connections, like "nervous -> self-conscious -> my dandruff -> dandruff is dead cells -> what if it wasn't?"), which caused the dream to collapse and led to the resumption of the topic I was thinking about before dozing off, the stacking of bricks.
This was an interesting class of dream that I've had before, one where I feel like I have a continuous conscious experience stretching from before I fall asleep to the moment "waking" without sharp changes in the interim. I was able to remember myself falling into the mindless reverie thinking about bricks and was aware that this had transitioned into what I later realized was a dream (I guess it was the human breast growing in a rusty birdbath that gave it away), and on "waking" just resumed thinking about bricks. I think this is interesting, because dreams like these might give some insight into the experience of falling asleep which is normally just forgotten.
Post by: pisskop on October 14, 2018, 03:35:54 am
The chinese sister ran a crappy homecooked chinese food business. patronized by rural chinese gangsters. One group came by asking for a 30 year old lobster, and had guns. I woke up as she was shooing my out of the room.
weird
Post by: Eric Blank on October 15, 2018, 01:27:53 am
Post by: Kagus on October 15, 2018, 03:45:51 am
I had a very pleasant and not at all exhausting dream about walking the dog out into the snow (just the one dog, strangely), and managing to get dog crap smeared up my arm and onto my jacket. True to form, he also squirted out a fresh lump the instant I finished tying off the first bag.
I really hate my sleep patterns sometimes...
Post by: Dunamisdeos on October 15, 2018, 05:42:23 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on October 16, 2018, 12:10:50 am
This alien guy tells me the monster appears spontaneously in a single instant in time to eat as much as it wants, and theyre hunting these monsters by slowing the passage of time such that the beast becomes slow enough to deal with. Like they can consume all life on planets in that instant if they arent stopped. Since i didnt freeze with everything else they give me some device to like slowing them down them whenever they appear, and tell me where to find this plant that is toxic to them on contact and to just chuck a bunch of it at them.
Meanwhile theres this secretary lady who keeps ferrying books back and forth on her roller chair, but everybodys ignoring her because apparently shes incapable of percieving whats going on despite still moving freely in the time bubble. I think there was more, like fighting more of these monsters, but its all pretty fuzzy now.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 16, 2018, 11:21:27 am
The second dream involved me in commuter hell, hopping from railway to underground railway and bus trying to get to school, or home, or work, alternating. Most of it went as such, in a zen sort of way, looking at the maps which changed in a labyrinthine dream-like way, doubled up or intersecting in odd ways. It ended with me getting punched in the face by two kids for no reason so I beat the shit out of them, I don't really understand what that dream was about.
Post by: pisskop on October 17, 2018, 08:51:30 am
Take 1:
I got to space and I waited in the antechamber meeting room with 1 guy for a celebration to our success in getting here. There was an air leak because of faulty welding? We all suffocated.
Take 2:
I went up and I waited with the same guy and some pretty blond girl. We waited in the same antechamber, but I actually took a exposed trip out into space to fling away a parachute (?), citing the dangers of even small and light debris in a competing orbit with us, Sagely nods of approval and/or indifference. The debris was from a civilian ship that had tried to stow away on board, and we talked about the chances of more stow aways and what to do with these common plebeians. A meeting was to be held by the elite jumpsuited, and while we waited a monstrously sized meteor shifted into view and gently rapped against the room's viewport. I sensed the growing dread as it slammed gently into the window and buckled it, knowing that the things would have been seeable from farther away and that we couldn't survive in space for long without some kind of debris removal.
Though I don't think caused by the giant meteor itself, but instead one of its fragments as it left, suddenly a violent jolt, some momentum, and alarms. I look to my left, to the door. Blocked off by wreckage, with some small amount of door keeping it sealed. Suddenly in a narrow passage, to my right was my bro-guy, staring aghast at the other end of the hall were pretty blond was replaced with a streaking of gore and a mangled wreckage of rock on metal. By talking to the stations diagnostic system I quickly got the release code from the door and we both took an exposed airless journey back to the main station, which is of still-indeterminate size.
Once back, my generic sidekick bro-guy and I split up as he went to the bridge and I the engine room. I saw, by the stairs leading into the proper interior of the ship (felt like a turning point - imagine a portal undrerground into a cave), a man in an orange jumpsuit strapped to a small drill. He would scream as it rose, and descended into his chest cavity. At its deepest point within him a message would flash about winning a nominal amount of money.
I shut it off, and he kept screaming, ignoring me. But the message changed to 'hey, don't do that, he's too weak to stop me and I can take his prizes now.' I remember thinking of the random stowaways, and how the leadership were sure they were sadistic torturous scum who we left (and were meeting to discuss) for a reason, and woke as I crossed the threshold into this new adventure.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 17, 2018, 07:23:05 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on October 18, 2018, 05:24:48 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on October 19, 2018, 09:53:29 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 19, 2018, 10:11:06 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on October 19, 2018, 10:16:40 pm
There might be a backroot source in my skull if you talk annelid, because Shodan best God(dess) all years ever year.
the fuck, but it's there.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on October 20, 2018, 04:12:28 am
The results were kinda enthusiastic.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 20, 2018, 11:40:33 am
My sister rushes ahead by herself and goes down the lift, myself and our father cursing at her impatience. After a tortuously slow journey down the lift with 8 other people, at which point I notice I'm the only barefoot one, we find my sister waiting at the other end. My sister and our father go on ahead down the correct corridor, as do most of the people. I poke my head around the left turn to see what the fuss is all about, it was just a hallway with a hand railing leading to a dead end.
Every time I looked away and looked back, it changed ever so slightly. This continued until it became apparent that a new hallway was leading off somewhere I couldn't see, at least not without going deeper down the corridor.
Curiosity didn't get the better of me and I made my way down the proper one, with one brief hiccup when three people did go down the wrong corridor on purpose. They stopped going any further when I told them they were likely to get us all killed, and I hoped they hadn't gone far enough to trigger an elevator event.
As it was, they did. It was when I was picking up some sweets from an interdimensional cornershop that the RYB gangs attacked. The exit was a door at the far end, with a railing in the middle where about 95 or so people were holding onto it. The moment you held onto the railing gravity flipped for you, so that the hallway entrance you came from was now the centre of gravity - meaning if you let go, you fell. This did not apply to anyone who didn't touch the railing, and was only something we figured out when we were on the rail.
The RYB gangs were three different gangs, one was entirely red, one was entirely yellow and one was entirely blue, like some digital glitch in reality. They started firing into the line of people, with every person killed changing colour to the gang member that "killed" them, joining their ranks. Thus the RYB gangs fought vigorously amongst one another and with the queue to grab as many recruits as possible, this was indeed a deadly elevator event.
The people in the queue on the railing were fighting amongst themselves too, and I gathered that they had been holding onto the railing for dear life for quite some time too - they were a lot more tired than I was. It didn't take much effort to knock one of them off or throw them in the path of the shooting RYB gangs, and it was only when I was in the new middle of the queue that I started to feel much more safe from the immediate attacks of the RYB queue. A lot of times I climbed on people so they had to support my weight and tire themselves out, if they hit me I hit the hand they were using to hold on. Most of the times I just moved over them, with the end soon in sight. The #1 champion at the top moved his hands out of the way to stirke the #2, at which point I seized the space on the pole he left open. The #1 who I recognised as fat albert protested at which point referees appeared, and concluded that not only was it legit, but I should be commended for having made it to the end having started at the other end. At this point gravity righted itself and I made my way to the exit, where I found my family wondering what took me so long.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on October 20, 2018, 12:46:55 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 20, 2018, 12:53:35 pm
Fat Albert is such a jerkI don't get what his problem was either. If he had just let everyone finish the rail climb chances are everyone would've made it to the end before the RYB gang even arrived
What a jerk
Post by: JoshuaFH on October 20, 2018, 02:08:42 pm
I was woken up by the dream, but I had only been asleep for maybe 1-2 hours, and I was just painfully thirsty. This was the highest, most uncomfortable level of thirst I'd felt in a long time. Fortunately I had a jug of water and drank like a half gallon, just til I was completely full on water. I immediately went back to sleep and had a different dream, but I forgot that one, but remembered the first one just fine; it was just so bizarre and memorable.
Post by: ChairmanPoo on October 20, 2018, 02:46:40 pm
I had the generic not-prepared-for-exam-gonna-fail-at-life dream.(https://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/students.png)
Last time was two months ago. Anatomy exam (which was historically one of my least favorite subjects)
Post by: Sebastian2203 on October 21, 2018, 10:38:51 am
Somehow my view transitioned into top-down view of some zombie-defense game and our house was surrounded by two hundred soldiers, concrete barricades everywhere and automatic turrets with machine guns. (The strategy view was very cartoonish, just shapes and dots but I knew what they meant.)
As the horde attacked a typical They Are Billions sight occurred but our house survived the wave pretty well and the barricades were only slightly damaged. I guess kinda happy ending to an otherwise anxious dream, anxious because I felt kinda stressed, probably because of all the horrid amount of meat I have been eating again.
Post by: FallacyofUrist on October 21, 2018, 03:41:03 pm
Justice League fighting off evil twins.
Naruto and Sasuke acting as agents in the DC/Worm world, retrieving some kind of weird glowing stone and dropping it down a shaft back to their native world while being pursued by enemy agents.
Taylor Hebert playing golf with her bugs, for some reason...
I wish I remembered more.
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Post by: Enemy post on October 21, 2018, 05:22:18 pm
Post by: Yoink on October 22, 2018, 06:15:31 pm
I was woken up by the dream, but I had only been asleep for maybe 1-2 hours, and I was just painfully thirsty. This was the highest, most uncomfortable level of thirst I'd felt in a long time. Fortunately I had a jug of water and drank like a half gallon, just til I was completely full on water. I immediately went back to sleep and had a different dream, but I forgot that one, but remembered the first one just fine; it was just so bizarre and memorable.That's a pretty badass dream. I imagine it would be rather nerve-wracking, though.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on October 23, 2018, 04:10:30 am
The quest involved me swimming trough a very very wavy ocean and picking up something at the very far end of it, sometimes I accidentally submerged under the surface of the water and that was scary. There were even whales, I was kinda scared they would hit me with their tails or something. I picked up the item and my vision turned into a typical World Of Warcraft III cutscene and it revealed that the prophet was fake/corrupted and what I basically did was mark the entire population of a small town for necromancy turning everyone into a zombie. yay.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 23, 2018, 08:52:34 pm
Post by: Hotfire90 on October 23, 2018, 09:14:31 pm
I was given the role of the hacker of the group, even though I didn't know how to hack, which according to the team was alright. I decided to not invest my 7 skillpoints into hacking, but rather to handle the communication aspect of the team. We were waiting to be assigned a mission, so we geared up, readied ourselves, wandered around the city and watched quite a lot of people die by getting run over by trains and boats, and then we got ambushed a while later, one of our team member was taken hostage by our ambushers. I decided to resolve the hostage situation by swapping hostages, me in return for the other team member, by doing this I was giving my team the best chances of surviving the ambush since I only had a pistol and didn't have much experience in combat, they happily accepted and me and the person holding me hostage started to leave, which was quite fine, I wouldn't want to be hurt in the ensuing gunfight, that'd be terrible.
I awaken to find myself in a decrepit wasteland with my body having turned into a mutant boar-like abomination. I was given a 5 minute time limit to collect some money and to kill 150 enemies or I would die, so I started killing the mutant wildlife, that was suddenly appearing and attacking, me with my combat tentacles and inbuilt gatling guns, all the time while some stone heads were firing lasers at me. Once I completed my tasks, those same stone heads were talking to me, instructing me to kill my former team members, I tried to contact them at this point, which caused a pod to land on the heads, destroying them. The boss head appears, opens up a ravine and threatens to kill me if I don't kill my former team members.
I awaken to find myself in a laboratory amongst the corpses of the hostage takers, I was still a mutant boar-like abomination with combat tentacles and inbuilt gatling guns and I took the moment to think out loud that they required someone intelligent for the procedure or else the resulting boar abomination would be mindless, and that they should've picked someone that shared their allegiance and not a hostage. At this point I'm informed by my communication device that my team effortlessly dealt with the ambushers. (Way to go team, it's not like you could've rescued me or something.) It took a long time for me to meet up with my team as I didn't communicate with them using the communication channel in fear of the boss head listening to it and finding out that I wasn't going to kill them, but eventually we meet up and make plans to destroy the boss head.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on October 24, 2018, 12:36:17 am
Post by: Rolan7 on October 24, 2018, 01:15:24 am
There was no phone in my hand. I was in the sleep-apnia place, seeing and feeling but dreaming. And yet I could sense her, right behind my back, standing over my bed. As usual with sleep-apnia, an overwhelming but unspecific terror forced me awake.
It happened at least once more, though it was some random young woman instead. I even saw her in the corner of the room, lit by the blinking router. It was okay until I realized that I was in my room and in bed, meaning that it was sleep-apnia again. Noticing my paralysis. I jolted myself awake again, with considerable effort. It was awful enough that she stood there, but what if she had come closer...
...eyes?
It's just weird, I haven't had that happen in a while. Something I ate, maybe. Woke up exhausted, even sore.
Post by: Rolan7 on October 24, 2018, 03:49:02 am
It was another wooden structure, like the barn from my childhood. Hopping along planks.
But then several layers up in this dream-barn. Many. To the point that we climbed the ladders together, and looked out of the unfinished tier, and saw the peaks of evergreens.
And a few trees grew taller still, and one of them had a rope ladder hanging down. And I climbed it, because what else do you do in a dream?
I... wish I could remember what happened at the wooden platform at the top of the highest evergreen. But I don't remember. I think it was mechanically unimportant, spiritually meaningful.
But then I had to descend, crawling down a rope ladder a hundred feet above the ground. It was terrifying. But only the initial part, leaving the platform for the ladder. Once I was on the rungs, it wasn't so bad.
It was that idea/threat of terrifying emptiness, void without measure, but I clung to the ladder and the journey was worthwhile.
Post by: CABL on October 28, 2018, 04:07:05 am
The second dream was even weirder, but I kinda forgot most of the details: I was playing some XCOM-like strategy game, discussed the threat of WMDs with my mother, and even got kidnapped by aliens. End of the second dream.
I also want to add that I don't remember most of my dreams, unless they're surreal enough, like that dream with Ronnie James Dio I had a while ago. So yeah, I'm kinda happy that I finally got dreams worth (half) remembering.
Post by: Imic on October 28, 2018, 08:02:22 am
I spend so much time on Bay12 that it’s starting to leak into my dreams, like a huge, confusing creature made from the bodies of mad scientists and polite sociopaths, who are all screaming constantly about mermaids, and the best ways to farm them.
Post by: KingofstarrySkies on October 28, 2018, 08:04:24 am
like come on, man
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 29, 2018, 06:45:57 pm
Post by: Yoink on October 30, 2018, 05:56:30 pm
I guess I just didn't realise it had been so long since I'd obeyed my proper sleeping pattern. Huh.
Unfortunately I don't remember any of them. I know at least one was kind of freaky, probably enough to be classed a minor nightmare, but that was early on and I had many brief periods of wakefulness before 8am. I know I remembered one of the more recent ones when I first woke up, but somewhere in the process of getting out of bed, checking my digital leash and making coffee I forgot even the vaguest hint of what it was about.
The night before last I had a dream I wanted to record, too, but I procrastinated on doing so and forgot it. :-\
All I remember is a moment where I was looking up into the night sky, watching some huge object slowly pinwheeling through the atmosphere aflame. Can't remember what it was, though, or why it was up there. Might have been a spacecraft of some kind, I think I do remember something about a failed space launch... no idea if this was the same dream, though.
Post by: Rolan7 on October 31, 2018, 12:20:06 am
Post by: IndigoFenix on October 31, 2018, 12:21:43 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on October 31, 2018, 12:45:11 pm
As I turned in the keys to the U-Haul I passed a group of people playing DND 2nd edition. It was a strange maze-like mall.
Then it turned out that we were going to the beach for a trip also, so I'd wasted a lot of effort. I felt really tired, and just sorta lay down in the grass, then scooched over to be in the sunlight. It was a beautiful, chill day. My mom and brother got a bit alarmed that I was naked, but I ignored them.
Post by: AzyWng on November 01, 2018, 07:55:11 am
Post by: Kagus on November 01, 2018, 03:07:18 pm
I dreamed that Kim Jong Un was trying to kill me. He had spies everywhere and no matter where I ran he kept popping out of alleyways, closets, etc.Ah, I see that North Korea is still working on their psychic brain frequency propaganda broadcaster...
Post by: x2yzh9 on November 01, 2018, 03:48:35 pm
Was in the middle of wilderness, kinda atop a mountain. It was cold and snowing, didn't know where I was at but I could tell I was hungry or somehow otherwise in distress. So then, out of nowhere, A giant red colored dragon appeared, almost kind of like skyrim not gonna lie. That was the cool part, then it just hovered in front of me saying 'The dragon of justice' but it had no HP bar, unfortunately.
That was bout it. Now that I think back there was also a dream besides one of WW3 happening, it was really cool-I was out on the East coast with these two men in black type guys, and a spaceship landed. In a city actually, but it had cloaking technology that somehow rendered the ship holographically, but so when it lands its only visible to the viewer(in some weird way, this technology made sense to me)Basically walked through it and decontaminated in what was entirely a realistic and colored spaceship. It was a spectacle, really, didn't know that your mind could imagine stuff like that.
Post by: Yoink on November 02, 2018, 10:47:26 pm
Anyway, we were playing for a while (I can't really remember the details, apart from the fact that I was wearing my steel-cap boots and manoeuvring the ball in them took some getting used to) and then some guy on the opposing team kicked the ball pretty hard as I confronted him, it shot past me and, as I turned to watch, went straight out a high window in one of the walls of the weird, dreary white warehouse-type place we were in.
This was hilarious, and also I think I'd been getting kinda tired of playing, so I screamed "we win!", threw my arms wide and did a wild victory lap through the room, noticing or imagining a look of disappointment in the person in charge's expression.
I may or may not have pulled the bottom of my shirt up over my head in the prescribed fashion, not sure. The dream ended amidst laughter and joking celebration.
Post by: Rolan7 on November 14, 2018, 12:35:41 am
Last night the fear was mitigated by my being roughly allied with the other denizens of the warrens. Who were specifically Muslim IIRC, but they could have been Romavi. It didn't matter, they were the other people who had to crawl through a tunnel to go home. Like me.
Post by: AzyWng on November 16, 2018, 01:02:24 am
He was about to chastise me for slacking off yet again when the dream ended.
Post by: Rowanas on November 16, 2018, 04:49:51 am
Post by: Eric Blank on November 17, 2018, 01:31:42 am
Ironically, not a single one of my dreams ever came true. Especially not the good ones...
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 17, 2018, 08:38:26 am
Post by: Sebastian2203 on November 23, 2018, 09:52:20 pm
It was January and some girls were sitting on the very green grass, sun-tanning. I found it amazing instead of weird in the dream.
Then I saw a sports car with retractable roof, you know the sort of. I saw the owner talking to his group of friends, I sprinted to up to him and apologized profusely making everybody around me raise their eyebrows.
I kept apologizing and exclaimed how we only live once and have to make the most of the moment and also not leave your keys in a beautiful sports car.
I hijack the car with a simple jump into the seat and the owner tries to sprint after me when the car is still slow to get up to speed but the acceleration of the engine soon kicks in and I lose him.
I then proceed to drive on a bike lane like a jerk, and three cop cars drive next to me but do not make any attempt to warn me about me illegally driving a car in a bike lane.
And this bike lane was part of the pavement, not the one painted onto the normal road.
The cops ignore me and I find myself lucky and start satisfyingly speeding trough the streets.
My dream must be inspired from the fact that IRL I often ride a bike without a helmet and I have never been stopped by a cop even though I was seen by one more than dozen times. (Also that´s why I am driving in the bike lane in the dream, it is so natural to me?)
Anyway I keep having some nice fun with the car and I keep going around in circles, eventually I realize I keep returning to the home of the owner of the car. His friends are all amused and keep watching me, but owner is not to be seen there.
I do a drift, sort of like in movies, and perfectly park the car back into the backyard of the owners house.
His friends tell me I should just keep driving because its so awesome but I have to stop being a jerk so I decline.
And as it was sunny a minute ago, it is suddenly dark, because days in January are very short obviously...
This dream was so, satisfyingly free and positive to my psyche, my whole day has been awesome because of this.
Post by: §k on November 24, 2018, 10:35:29 am
holding an intertube
What is an intertube??
Pardon my ignorance for I'm not an English speaker
Post by: Enemy post on November 24, 2018, 11:54:06 am
Post by: Kagus on November 24, 2018, 12:38:53 pm
Only thing I can think of is an "inner tube", which is an inflatable ring (sometimes with handles) that you use for either rafting down rivers, relaxing in a pool or lake, or sledding backwards down a slope at extreme speeds.holding an intertube
What is an intertube??
Pardon my ignorance for I'm not an English speaker
They're called inner tubes because of their resemblance to the internal tubing of a car or bicycle tire.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 24, 2018, 07:38:10 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on November 27, 2018, 08:21:11 am
Here's the thing: I eventually noticed that, when I died, my perspective flowed into a nearby enemy and I continued playing. I wasn't really sure why this was, but it seemed like a cute death mechanic.
Then a small group of enemies killed me, and themselves, with a "poorly" thrown grenade. I kinda floated around, looking for an enemy to possess. Nothing, just the cliff and the sunlight shining through the waterfalls. It was very peaceful. There was a sparkly UI element that started dimming, indicating a time limit, but I just kept taking in the scenery (I was still playing a video game, after all). When it faded, I saw my in-game body dissolve away into light... I was a "lost soul" from Doom 3.
So I was part of a Hell-invasion all along, right? I guess... But it's weird how unclear that was. I was hearing the defense force on the radio, giving "me" orders, and I thought I was carrying them out. But they were those super-vague orders you get in FPS where it's basically just "continue down the linear path". I guess I *was* a confused soul being used by Hell.
Was framed as just an immersive video game, though, and the graphics were really neat! Fun dream.
Post by: scourge728 on November 27, 2018, 08:25:38 am
When it faded, I saw my in-game body dissolve away into light... I was a "lost soul" from Doom 3.and then john was a zombie
So I was part of a Hell-invasion all along, right? I guess...
Post by: §k on November 27, 2018, 09:55:52 am
Yeah that thing. It was an inflateable flotation device in a vague ring shape.
Thanks.
I recently dreamed of dipnetting in a nearby river, because I've been thinking about raising native fish in tank for while.
Post by: WillowLuman on November 29, 2018, 02:01:52 pm
I started talking with one of them, I forget what the start of the conversation was but I asked him if he knew what an accent was. I'd wanted to ask if the "wild" members of his species sounded like they had an accent to him, but I think he was sensitive about his grasp of human speech, as he said he knew what an accent was but didn't want to talk about it. Then he started talking about wanting to trick one of the zookeepers into letting him handle one of the smaller animals so he could eat it, and that disturbed me so I changed the subject again.
We got on the subject of daily life, and he said he preferred to spend his time doing physical activities like chasing toys around, but sometimes, between behavior tests/studies, the researchers gave him time on a computer. He even had a steam account (though had trouble with most games controls and had to use some kinda joystick) and we were gonna screen names. But then some other guess sassed him and he made a threat display, so the handlers restrained him and took him away.
I'd wanted to wait around until he came back out so I could talk to him again, but then I woke up and felt bad. But, such is the nature of meeting interesting characters in dreams.
Post by: Yoink on November 30, 2018, 11:29:47 pm
Some guy narrowly missed it, running up desperately and even knocking on the glass as it pulled out, as though he really expected the driver to stop for him. For some reason once the train was underway, going through a tunnel or two, some annoying woman in the carriage piped up and started haranguing the driver for not stopping for that guy.
It was really getting on my nerves. I think she even bizarrely told him to go back for 'em, which didn't make sense at all.
Then, eventually, we arrived - at some tranquil beach-y/riverbank area (I can't remember if there was sand or not at this point, been awake for hours). Not really where I would expect a train to be heading, but there you go.
Can't remember exactly what went on at this point, there was various stuff. I know at least one of my IRL friends was in the group of people who'd disembarked the train by this point - and I think the train was still sitting there in its stop, despite the fact that we were waiting for more people (like that derpy businessman who missed the train) to show up on the next train?
I dunno, but I seem to recall getting on and off the train at least a few times in this same location, as though people were just chilling out in there.
There were various interactions with other characters which I have entirely forgotten. Alas.
Anyway, my friend Adam had a dog with him. This dog was sort of a composite of his old, IRL dog that I still remember clearly from years ago when we were kids and another friend's present-day dog - they are both border collies and thus severely fukked in the head, so it works.
This one shared the latter's obsession with fetch, and after a while I started kicking a tennis ball around for the dog (like I was doing with my housemate's cat yesterday, interestingly enough). After playing fetch for a while (my friend was also participating, not sure if any others had joined) one of my kicks wound up landing the ball in the water.
I ran down the hill away from the train, watching as it drifted away from shore, then turned and called apologetically to my friend that I couldn't really go in after it, considering I had some undefined, electronic or otherwise water soluble items in my pockets. (In hindsight I am unsure why the lazy-ass dog didn't swim out to get it itself. I can hardly imagine water seeming like much of an obstacle to a fetch-obsessed border collie.)
He wasn't worried, I think he wandered off to put some swimmers on or something? In any case, before long he came down, entered the water, and kicked the ball back out again. It was a good kick - but then it hit some bump on the hill at high speed, bounced dramatically, and wound up straight back in the water again - further off this time, and quickly drifting away downstream (or across the surface of the water, can't remember if it was running).
I burst out laughing. May have even been laughing out loud in my sleep, for all I know.
It drifted off into the distance, under some sort of bridge which also seemed to traverse a small waterfall down to another level of water. We could see some kids hanging around the bridge, doing water-stuff.
I looked at my friend, puzzled as to why he wasn't getting a move on and going after the ball, saw that he didn't seem to be in any hurry, then woke up.
Tl;dr: caught a train to an idyllic riverside/beach nature spot where it then illogically parked, hung out with a varied and half-forgotten cast of characters including an old IRL friend and his dog, played fetch with said dog and eventually kicked ball into the water.
I also had an earlier dream (this one occurred after I woke up in the morning, heard raised voices in other parts of the house that I couldn't be arsed investigating, and went back to sleep) which I could remember a few details of before, but I seem to have completely forgotten them at this point. Dang.
Post by: Yoink on December 02, 2018, 04:33:02 pm
There was definitely at least something shady about them, though. I think.
Anyway, the mother of the family became obsessed with getting a job at the local supermarket.
There was some bizarre, surreal hierarchy at play there, with the woman in charge of assigning everything its place on the shelves considering herself to be (and being revered as by her underlings) an artiste. The mother had to impress her somehow to even have a chance at working there.
I think she eventually did some guerilla stock-rearranging to prove herself, creating an eye-catching display in one of the coolers.
It was all pretty silly, but the lady in charge was grudgingly impressed, as were the other staff members by the lengths this up-and-coming hotshot had gone to to work there. Soon the whole family was spending a fair bit of time there. (No idea if they were using the supermarket to launder money or anything like that, I don't think so but I could easily just be forgetting).
Later on one of the kids, a boy who appeared to be in his late teens, was there grouching about something to do with how isolated they were and how hard it was to get places, and his father ended up surprising the hell out of him by giving him (one of?) the family car(s).
Amongst his distracted explanations and conditions he eventually remembered to mention, "...and don't go putting a spoiler on it or anything," at which the boy laughed and said "damn, a spoiler was gonna be the first order of business." Bear in mind this was some pokey little sensible people-mover kinda thing.
Then the kid walked off through the store, to do some chores/general helping out I guess. He picked up a gigantic frozen chicken of some kind (perhaps it was a turkey, this was set in the US after all) and was heading out, when suddenly a man nearby pulled a gun from his waistband, announcing his intent to rob the store.
The teenager simply hefted this grotesquely large, plastic-wrapped frozen chicken and calmly slammed it into the side of the dude's head, knocking him to the floor unconscious before continuing on his way, hardly having broken stride.
I think it was around then that I woke up.
There was a lot more to that dream, and several other dreams as well, but I don't remember much more of this one and I don't have time to talk about the others so I'll most likely forget 'em by the time I have a chance. Alas.
Post by: Lord Shonus on December 11, 2018, 11:51:20 pm
For some reason, I had a lot of encrypted messages to decode, but I had to go to school because I was a kid. So I hid the keys and messages in my textbook.
Also, I was a bright green anthropomorphic duck.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 12, 2018, 03:20:23 am
Post by: Yoink on December 12, 2018, 04:26:07 am
...Oh, LW's dream doesn't sound all that surprising either.
Last night I dreamt that I was back in the small town that is not my hometown but is the town where I did a quite large percentage of my growing up. Anyway, I'm not sure why I was in this town in which I spent many of my formative years but where I was not born, but I know I was with family and, to my surprise, I saw some posters/flyers announcing an upcoming black metal show in town that looked really friggin' sweet.
I wandered off in search of more information (apparently there were multiple shows and I'd missed some and had to find the poster I'd seen for a more-current gig), walked up Main Street, got distracted or something and started walking back down, then spotted a couple of people on the opposite footpath.
One of them was one of the troublesome kids from my grade back in school, who I was briefly kinda friends with (well, I was more of a sidekick) and more often foes, whom I recently learned IRL was involved in a fatal drunk-driving accident a year or two ago - him being the drunk driver responsible. There was some action involving a trashcan of some kind, with me slowing down not wanting he or his companion(s) to recognise me, then he threw the (lid of the) bin across the street and I woke up, not having had time to make it to whatever venue the gig was to be hosted at.
Dang.
Post by: TD1 on December 12, 2018, 09:28:43 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 16, 2018, 06:52:46 am
Post by: Rolan7 on December 16, 2018, 11:31:53 am
I walked down the darkening street as clouds filled the sky, much noire. I found a Japanese restaurant with "Out of beer!" on the chalkboard. I went to the counter and asked for a beer. "We're out of beer." "I'll take the wheat beer" "Good choice, but it's very sweet." "That's okay." "...Perhaps too sweet for you!"
I had apparently not finished the code response. I don't remember what happened, I think ninjitsu.
Post by: Yoink on December 16, 2018, 02:21:44 pm
Like, it had this wonderful balance between realism and playability... like the ridiculous level of detail you'd expect from Arma or some shit but without it requiring its own university degree to play properly. Maybe it was VR or something... more likely such a thing could only exist in a dream.
I actually won the first match I remember playing, where I was on my own, although there was some weirdness where I wasn't top of the leaderboard despite being the last one standing... apparently as a noob I didn't know how to score loads of points? Kinda weird considering it was seemingly some sort of Battle Royale mode. Or maybe it was just a last-man-standing deathmatch without the stupid 'shrinking map' mechanic. Remember when those were a thing?!
Anyway, I didn't let that get me down and joined a new match or two in a small team of friends. I don't remember any map-shrinking shenanigans in this case, in fact we seemed to lurk near the barn-like building where we spawned for the whole time, eventually fleeing back into it when confronted with another team who flooded the whole field we were in with flares, which was apparently a sure sign of a very experienced, well-equipped team indeed.
We fled massacre, but found humiliation... the 'barn' turned out to be some sort of newbie safe-area, with - bizarrely- a large group of children bouncing on trampolines. The newbies. I got the impression that they were actual players, for some reason choosing trampoline bouncy times over the actual shooting. Maybe the physics in this game were just so amazing that it was as good as an actual trampoline? ???
Not sure. Maybe they were just NPCs, designed to make any experienced players choosing to hide in the newb-zone feel like losers. It worked: before long we all shook our heads in disgust and turned to march back out into the night, ready to face whatever lay beyond.
The game was pretty damn realistic; dying felt like a very real threat even though you knew you'd respawn.
Maybe it was VR, and VR gaming is more awesome than my conscious mind would have expected? Who knows. Fun dream, though!
I had an interesting medieval fantasy dream the night before, but I didn't finish typing it up and I don't really have time right now. I still remember the gist of it, though, hopefully I'll have time (and remember) to do it later on at some point. I think my last attempt at recording it was probably way too long-winded.
Post by: CABL on December 17, 2018, 03:19:23 am
Motorcycle level where Mario fights against some Koopa that controls the Sun, thus bombarding me with sun energy beams.
RPG stats, with "Endurance" being awkwardly called "Preservative".
Me having an absolute joy playing it.
My brain waking me up, with me realizing that the only Mario game available for PC is Mario is Missing. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LT9Nu9qe3J0)
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Post by: wierd on December 17, 2018, 03:27:04 am
Strange dreams those ones.. very strange. Slept good though.
(*By this, I mean like a helium balloon. Not actual flight, just negation of almost all weight.)
Post by: scourge728 on December 17, 2018, 12:12:22 pm
I had a dream about playing Super Mario Odyssey on my PC. The things I remember the most from the dream are:Want.
Motorcycle level where Mario fights against some Koopa that controls the Sun, thus bombarding me with sun energy beams.
Me having an absolute joy playing it.
Post by: Yoink on December 19, 2018, 05:40:27 pm
There was a time skip at some point in the dream (I think previously the main character had been the guy's mother or somethin') and then by that point, the women had kept coming and the rad-tag army was absolutely massive, with chaos reigning in the camp before a battle as all of them competed for the honour of accompanying him into battle, shouting out their merits and equipment like grocery vendors at a market.
There was some other dream of which I remember very little, apart from that there was a scene involving some card game and the etymology of its name and related terms. I think it was called gokkok or something. I don't know.
But by far the funniest, and most horrifying, was an earlier dream that I remembered a while after waking up, where I'd gotten heavily intoxicated and done awful things to my vest. I only realised much later, too, somehow - I looked at it after having been wearing it and realised it had all sorts of utter garbage sewn on there were a backpatch is supposed to go. There was a big yellow Iron Maiden patch sloppily stitched onto it right there, and then the more I looked the more tacky bargain-bin patches I found on it.
I was showing it to a metalhead friend at the time who joined in laughing at me, and then I started frantically casting around the internet for proper patches with which to replace all the drek, finding that most of the ones I'd had my eye on in the past had since sold out.
Perhaps this is my subconscious's way of reminding me that the vest in question is really overdue for an update... :-[
Post by: NJW2000 on December 19, 2018, 06:38:01 pm
The following nights have been mercifully blank.
Post by: TD1 on December 21, 2018, 03:54:39 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 21, 2018, 07:08:09 pm
*EDIT
Today's dream started off delightful and ended in a surreal nightmare, something rather like Lovely Sweet Dream. In the first part of the dream I was walking home from school or University, I seemed to alternate age every now and then from teenage to adult and back again as the context changed. Walking along the canal during a sunny day, one of my friends manages to push me into the canal (earlier I had pushed them in) - just before I take the plunge I manage to drop the old tome in my hand on the brick floor, but all the ancient texts in my bag were ruined by water. Disappointed that they were ruined, I said I wasn't going to accept that and brought time back 20 seconds. I fell again but was more prepared, however this time while I kept nearly all of my books dry, I hit the back of my head on the side of the embankments and the book in my hand fell in the canal. I said I would go back another 9 seconds, this time when I fell I sheltered my head with my palm, avoiding the worst of the impact. However the book in my hand was still gone - it'd been left behind in the future.
At this point my friend begrudges me for cheating by manipulating time and she calls for help, queue a roster call of about sixty past friends all jovially trying to help chuck me in the canal while I tried my best to explain I didn't mind so long as the books were protected. Things go awry after I clamp myself to the bars of a bridge, clinging for dear life and punching any who dared to approach lest I be overwhelmed and chucked in the canal. One of them grabs my spectacles and throws them in the canal, one of my friends retrieves it and passes it back to me. The person who had thrown the specs was no friend, they were a notorious cunt who was tremendously mean spirited to the world in their day; even to this day, while I can't remember their last name, I remember how they required no motive to pick a fight with quite literally anyone and everyone.
After they realised they were standing alone and everyone was pissed off at them, they backed away and ran into the underpass - one friend (who now resembled Alfred Hitchcock for some reason) and I pursued. The Hitchcock friend said to stop, and look for traps. I thought there was no way he would stoop so low as to deploy traps, but sure enough once I activated my phone torch, I found the tunnel exit blocked off, the wall hanging with nooses spaced throughout the tunnel and tripwires all over the floor - whether to knock us off balance or to activate some unseen mechanism, we weren't keen to find out. Nevertheless I did I find out after one of the tripwires was accidentally activated, causing two of the nooses to start shooting up into the ceiling, and our entrance to begin getting sealed by a sliding brick wall. Grabbing the rope, I managed to pull them down and bring the door open again, though it was proving increasingly arduous to maintain and there was the added issue of how I would eventually have to let go if we ever intended to leave.
Realising that this had gone from "prank" to "serial killer den" in 10 seconds, I called the police only to find my call picked up by the giga-cunt, who then showed up with a whole load of zombies to smugly gloat, with the zombies apparently not attacking the not-Hitchcock because he was the father of the arsehole. This seemed to surprise the not-Hitchcock too!
Being chased by the zombies, I took a stroll through my memories and ended up from southeast London to central London running through scenes in my memory - so I'd open one door and walk into a scene from another part of London, places that shouldn't be connected. The zombies followed at a sprint and were it not for the presence of flimy metal locked doors to slow them down, I'd have been ripped to pieces by them long ago. As it was, once they broke down the door they made a nightmarish slaughterhouse of the amalgamated building of memories, with people being torn, bitten and scratched into shorn limbs and ribbons of bloody bits. From behind a glass fire-window in a locked door I stared stunned, as the various mangled bits on the floor started to reanimate. Disembowled headless bodies rose up from the ground with their entrails dragging, severed heads wiggled their spines in futility, flexing contorted facial muscles in exercise. I nope'd the hell down the stairways as a headless torso opened up its torso to reveal a new maw formed out of its ribcage, this bloody barrel on legs bursting through the door to chase me down followed by a motley entourage of flesh chimeras so grotesque they'd make a Tzimisce blush.
The zombie-victim fleshlings were faster than me, so the only way I could escape was by dropping from floor to floor at the side of the stairwell, which was just barely faster than outrunning the gangly chestmouth leader. I prayed there wasn't any of them or the zombies waiting for me at the bottom of the stairwell, as I burst through... And found bored office workers. I quickly locked the door behind me and tipped a massive set of filing cabinets down on it, and then instructed all of the rest to help me do the same to the other doors at once. They asked why, and in a stroke of genius, instead of wasting valuable seconds explaining the nuances of apocalyptic flesh-constructs, I merely shouted "TERRORISTS!"
As we set about barricading the last two doors on the end of the hallway furthest from our first efforts, I began to wonder if it would be better to try and make the 40m sprint to the Thames river and try and get to a ship which could escape the UK altogether. One of the office workers begins wondering if the Thames could get clogged in waterlogged bodies (as by this point they had seen the real enemy was not terrorism, but the fleshlings), when just as one man was about to lock the door, it burst open and a thing began munching his face.
This thing was much more developed than any of the fleshlings hitherto seen, despite there having been barely an hour's time passed since the first sighting of the first zombie. It was corpse blue all over, with no head and no left arm, and a single long talon ended on its right arm. Its feet had three stubby bone lumps for toes/hooves, and faint scars showed where skin had grown over grevious wounds and torn limbs. Like barrelmouthboi, it had a chest-mouth, but this one wasn't a crude rib-cage thing, it was more like an octopus's beak, a solid streak of bone pliers now cutting through the poor man.
I grabbed this thing and pulled it out the other unbolted door, swinging it around by its talon and chucking it out. At once I took in the sight and realised getting to the river was not only impossible, but pointless. I was greeted by the sight of about a dozen fleshthings in various states of mutation, bloating, turning different shades of colour, one green bulbous thing with a horn on its head gnashed its teeth as it saw me and reached for me - only stopped as its arm was enveloped in a red worm made of its own arteries, its mutations continuing. While one of them got in my way, I somehow managed to split it in half with a fireaxe which was in my hand (in very dreamlike fashion, I never picked one up, it was just there). The body split in two revealed numerous wriggling worms, which seemed to fight with one another to decide whether they should try fixing the body or making two new ones.
The horde of demon mutant fleshlings began sprinting/pondering towards me and I shut the door, bolted it, dropped half a dozen bookshelves and cabinets over it, with more stationary for good measure until I was certain they were not getting through. I then did the same for all the rest. When we realised the dead office guy was still in the room we decided what to do; the solution was to hack his body up and burn it, but as we had no open ventilation anymore we resorted to using a barrel drum full of noxious chemicals. We then mused over our options and they were poor: If we made it to the river, the likelihood of getting on an uninfected boat on the pier was near-zero, while of the uninfected boats still on the river the likelihood they'd take us on if we swam to them was grim, while the chance of them being attacked by anything jumping from a bridge or occupying the floodgates was certain. If in the end any of the boats made it out of the estuary, it was likely there'd be a naval cordon by the remnant UK government, Europe, Ireland & the USA to keep these things from spreading off the island.
We concluded our best bets were to wait for everything to be nuclear bombed (as we were on the ground level of an incredibly sturdy building built to survive WWII, with plenty of supplies, our chances were higher staying put than moving out). As it happens, everything did get bombed to oblivion. In the aftermath most of the demon things were annihilated, and me and my tribe of office workers survived to roam the wastelands, perturbed by the occasional herd of demons that had survived - basically the dream turning into S.T.A.L.K.E.R Shadow of Swindon & Call of Peckham. This continued until our surviving tribe made it far west enough to find an Irish fortress outpost set up to research the eastern ruins.
*Editx2
Today's dream was a fairly straightforward obstacle race around what was a smaller London Underground, only the race was done without using your legs. Hauling myself around with my arms, I emerged the victor, with a face and belly blackened with soot.
Post by: Yoink on December 24, 2018, 04:41:54 pm
Cue lots of people getting blown up by these explosive shells that were raining down (not sure what time period this was supposed to be) whilst the MC tried to pursue his target whilst not getting blown up himself. I think the baddy's 2IC got gruesomely exploded, then the baddy himself got cleaved in half by another shell, but I could be misremembering.
I know the main character then dove through a window into a little cabin in search of cover.
At first the whole scene seemed gory in the extreme, but as it went on I noticed the violence wasn't as realistic as it had been (seemed to be?) to start with. The people being blown apart had like these weird, leathery layers of muscle inside of them as opposed to guts and gore, and there was rather less blood-splatter than one would expect. Perhaps they were all actually (turned into) zombies or something? I dunno, it was weird. Maybe my subconscious just turned on the gore filter, haha.
Can't remember enough of any other parts of the dream to really comment on.
Post by: Rolan7 on December 26, 2018, 07:13:39 am
Post by: pikachu17 on December 26, 2018, 03:35:00 pm
Post by: Yoink on January 10, 2019, 09:17:25 pm
There was drama, kung-fu, kidnappings, extreme violence... dang I wish I could remember more. I had a much catchier description for it than that in mind when I first woke up, haha. The kung-fu and extreme violence parts were certainly highlights. Also I vaguely remember attacking someone with a pair of drawers I'd yanked out of a nearby piece of furniture... wait, not the underpants kind of drawers, the kind you put stuff in. Goddamn, what a confusing sentence.
Edit: also I seem to remember the new version of DF being released amidst all the chaos. Just had to go and check if that was real.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 11, 2019, 10:37:19 am
The first was a dream of a jaded Nicholas Cage hunting vampires & fairies, which culminated in a blood-soaked Nicholas Cage casually interrupting a house party to kill the last vampire.
The second was a dream of a Parisian market in which many mallard ducks were exceptionally friendly and nibbled people's ears if they didn't give them bread or head pats.
The third was walking a bright and empty path surrounded on both sides by black skies and black seas.
Post by: Yoink on January 11, 2019, 07:57:44 pm
It was irritating in the extreme. Then once I finally got rid of them and started pissing it occurred to me that I was asleep and dreaming and I woke up with a start - thankfully, my bladder did me proud and knew better than to let loose even at the height of a toilet dream.
Weird end to what I'm pretty sure was an enjoyable series of dreams. Huh.
The first was a dream of a jaded Nicholas Cage hunting vampires & fairies, which culminated in a blood-soaked Nicholas Cage casually interrupting a house party to kill the last vampire.Have you seen Mandy? 'Cause I haven't yet, and your subconscious bloody better not have just hit me with spoilers for it. :P
Post by: TD1 on January 12, 2019, 02:09:04 am
Literal eye cancer.Ye gods
Your imagination needs to calm down. From playful banter with mates to a literal zombie apocalypse complete with rib-cage torso muchers
Ugh.
Post by: CABL on January 12, 2019, 03:48:41 am
...
Trim the frigging quote, please; it's a literal eye cancer!
Post by: TD1 on January 12, 2019, 04:07:54 am
So there.
Post by: CABL on January 12, 2019, 04:18:50 am
Your face is literal eye cancer.
So there.
Yo momma's so ugly, that your father died from eye cancer just from looking at her for more than 5 minutes!
Yo momma's so fat, that Nurgle made her a champion of his, resulting in her body fats turn into cancer cells!
Yo momma's so stupid, that she drank a polonium tea despite the fact that she knew it had polonium in it!
TL;DR: Don't mess with me, or I'll MLG NoScope u, u skr00b.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 15, 2019, 08:57:03 am
Have you seen Mandy? 'Cause I haven't yet, and your subconscious bloody better not have just hit me with spoilers for it. :POh yes, saw it a fortnight before I dreamed of Nicholas memes
Ye godsThe latter half of the dream is like a recurring dream for me, only every time I see it again it gets progressively worse and I have to act differently in each one. Sometimes I fail, sometimes I succeed - in the first dream I had of them I was running down the stairwell, in the latter I was sprinting, in this one only by falling could I outpace the zombies. In the last successful one I had to climb up the stairs to survive, that's where they underwent the second metamorphosis, which also featured the exact same dream plot point of the flesh things breaking through the last door yet to be barricaded, snatching one person and involving myself terrifyingly walking into a room full of two dozen of them. This one however I had to make it to the lowest floor and it's the first specific permutation of this dream sequence where they've undergone 3 metamorphoses. I am unsure what it is supposed to convey besides the warp overtaking me tbh
Your imagination needs to calm down. From playful banter with mates to a literal zombie apocalypse complete with rib-cage torso muchers
Ugh.
Post by: Kagus on January 19, 2019, 08:00:49 am
What became very clear however was that the game was extremely difficult and massively frustrating... The safe jobs didn't pay enough money to meet expenses unless you managed to find whatever secret build order and juggling act would let you perfectly optimize your income, and the criminal jobs only theoretically paid better, because you'd never be able to get away from the infinite and omnipresent arm of the law in order to actually cash in on your dirty work. I'm tempted to believe that my recent playing of RDR2 contributed to the legal system in this dream, because even if you did something flawlessly and dealt with every witness (including the new witnesses that would just get pulled out of the game's ass and spawn inside previously-unoccupied bathroom stalls in order to "see" you killing someone), you'd still end up attracting the full force of the cop spawner and wind up in a chase of "kill or be killed, but even if you kill you'll be hunted for the rest of your life".
I think my hitman run (the last character I played before fully waking up), I was just supposed to take out one dude in a shopping mall (I believe it was some sort of shopping center, but it was also a skyscraped... Vertical mall?). I had a silenced pistol (no idea how exactly, I seem to recall the silencer costing too much for you to be able to buy it as a starting character) and found my target in a bathroom. Perfect, nice and isolated, nobody else around... I pop the dude with one headshot, quickly dump his body into a stall and wipe down the blood smear.
WITNESS! Someone came out of a stall just as I was finishing putting the body away, and I had to shoot him before he started yelling. Put him in with the first body, cleaned mess, time to get out of-
WITNESS! Dammit, someone just walked into the bathroom and saw me looking suspicious. Another bullet, another body. In with the rest of them.
WITNESS! Fuck, this is getting ridiculous. I need to make a break for it.
WITNESS! Suddenly the entire population of this building seems to be magnetically drawn towards this one fucking bathroom. I'm just taking people out as I go along so that nobody will have seen my face, but I need to make it down to the garage and get out of here before the cops show up and start a more detailed investigation. Without an eyewitness for my identity though, I should be fine.
The cops show up in force while someone is dialing 911 (they hadn't finished making the call yet, but that didn't seem to matter), and everyone automatically knows it's me. Shit. Highway chase time!
I managed to swing my way around the first batch of cars and was doing a fair job of handling the chaos, but then a wall of cop cars spawned coming from the opposite end of the highway and just obliterated my car with me in it. Most successful of the runs I'd had, never even completed his first mission.
One of those games that's a complete brick wall to come up against, but you just know that there has to be a golden path for beating the system in there somewhere... So you get progressively more irritated and determined trying to find out what that path might be.
Post by: Akura on January 22, 2019, 05:40:10 am
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Post by: Rolan7 on January 23, 2019, 11:16:39 pm
A couple nights ago I dreamed I was hired to fix buses. I have no idea how to fix buses, but fortunately it never came up. I just rode along in the back, feeling guilty.
Until one day something did go wrong. We pulled into a fully stocked garage, in a hurry, and the lady driving gestured at me to get it working. I opened the hood, kinda stared at the various tubes, and gave her a few helpless looks. She just stared back, patient but stern, as sirens began howling in the distance. I reattached a tube and tightened the screwnut, and we leapt in.
The rest of the dream was screaming down the road in a schoolbus full of stolen money, with the cops behind us also driving schoolbuses.
Post by: pikachu17 on January 24, 2019, 06:06:14 pm
The rest of the dream was screaming down the road in a schoolbus full of stolen money, with the cops behind us also driving schoolbuses.You know, that sounds like a parody of the Magic School Bus. "I knew I should have stayed home today, instead of committing these crimes."
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 25, 2019, 02:19:45 pm
*EDIT
I was in a small boat lost at sea, the waters were fairly gentle, blue and warm, so it was anywhere that wasn't the Atlantic Ocean. The four of us were in high spirits until we began to run out of food and starvation began to take its toll. One of the four suggested out of desperation that we cast lots to see who we ought to cannibalize, I rejected the proposal and offered my left upper arm instead. The dream then ensued in a manner which ensured that when I awoke I had no appetite that day.
The next dream I was some sort of sorcerous construct fashioned in the shape of a deer buck. In the place of a solid body was instead the ghostly blue outline of a deer wreathed in wrappings of glowing blue ink and paper, held together in the shape of this deer by some unknown magical bullshit. I knew not why I existed or who had created me, but I knew that my purpose was to break into a school full of arsehole wizards and retrieve something from one of their top research floors. I didn't know what it was or who I was retrieving it for or what it did, I just felt a compulsion to grab it and go.
My first challenge was making it through the front door, which I managed by just following a quadruplet of students at a leisurely pace. The students seemed too busy to pay the glowing blue literature ghost deer any mind, and the guard assumed I was with the students. The students went to the right towards the commons to continue their revision whilst I turned left to a quiet but important stairwell sitting besides a main one. I trotted up the stairwell without incident and poked my head through the door undetected - with the only issue being that while this stairwell was quieter, it only brought me up two levels when I needed to go up two more.
Things go awry once I try crossing a courtyard and one of the faculty wizards notices me from the other side of the court and shouts to get that bloody deer. While the majority of wizards couldn't be arsed to join this benny hill chase, 3 old wizards did, and they were rapidly accruing a team of elderly and frail hunters on my trail. The elder wizards were unwilling to cast their voodoo magic fire at me whilst I was still in the crowd of wizards, allowing me to rush down 20m of courtyard and corridor into the main stairwell, where I made my way up to the fourth floor. Just before I made it to the 5th, two professor wizards started hurtling voodoo fire at me, which I barely managed to avoid by leaping over the rails down the spiral stairway to the fourth floor.
From there I hurtled through the double doors down the corridor, watched by bemused onlookers, only to realise at the last moment I had been trapped - the corridor had no forks or alternate paths, and I was now facing five wizards to my rear and one wizard in front. Taking my chances with the lone wizard I rushed forward and just barely managed to avoid getting singed to cinders - as the wizard in front of me had to deflect all the hell the wizards behind us both were inadvertently throwing at her.
Rather happy at this turn of events I gallantly fled to the right and up another flight of stairs, at last making it to the fifth floor. There it was positively swarming with angry old wizards and I was within eyeshot of the room containing the thing I needed to pilfer when three wizards grabbed me, and it was all over. A fourth wizard incinerated me and that was that.
After some puzzlement I realised I wasn't actually dead. The fourth wizard waited for all the wizards to clear out until it was just them and two apprentices, who evidently were all working with whoever had sent me. They had burnt most of me, but not all, and it wasn't difficult for them to repair everything they had burned until I was good as new. For a brief moment I thought wizards were not all pricks, but then they gave me the thing by tying it to one of my horns and threw me out of a window, prompting another wild goose chase through the city. The dream ended with the conclusion that all wizards are pricks
Post by: Yoink on January 28, 2019, 03:10:46 pm
Jeez, I wonder what that could have been inspired by. ::)
The night before that was even worse - one of my daydreams (that of somehow re-doing my younger years with even a fraction of what I now know) became a real dream.
I was somehow back in highschool and managed to become friends (and potentially more) with one of my handful of crushes from back then.
Thanks, brain, just what I needed to be thinking of.
Post by: Sirus on January 28, 2019, 04:39:36 pm
Another mile down the freeway and I realized that I had forgotten both shoes and socks. This would not make my day pleasant, but again I figured I could live with it if it meant making it to work.
It was another mile or two before I realized that I had been going the wrong way. Realizing I'd have to turn around anyway, I did so and swung by the house to collect my forgotten items.
No one seemed to notice or care that I was home. I sat at my desk to pull my footwear on, and spotted an article on my computer browser that looked interesting. Something about a Star Wars Galaxies emulated server that was entering its final beta build before full release. I spent some time reading the article.
Eventually I looked at my bedroom window, and realized that I was lying in bed. Checking the time, I had a little less than an hour before my alarm would go off.
Ugh. I hate, hate, hate these sorts of dreams.
Post by: Eric Blank on January 28, 2019, 05:23:34 pm
So we go up a stairway into a semi-private location, and theres three other workers there as well. The supervisor then starts telling all of us that we've been doing a terrible job and hes going to fire us, but he also accuses us of having learning disabilities (in not such nice terms) and if we can bring a doctors note or something to prove we do have legitimate disabilities we can stay. I quit on the spot instead of considering it.
So i waited around the parts of the campus that were already open to the public. There was a pretty neat professor who was nice to talk to but then she froze to death because somebody rerouted the water pipe on her potted plants to a liquid nitrogen tank while she slept. So later on my brother got off work and we left. But i came back that night to fuck with things. Thats when i learned i was a vampire-werewolf and i had been the whole time. I literally got two separate letters in the mail. One said congrats youre a vampire heres what to do and the other was the same on the werewolf side. So i ate a few assholes, including i think that supervisor, and a couple punks who were harassing a woman. Then i met a couple ladies who were vampires and tried my luck getting a date. They lead me on for a while then they revealed they were actually gay haha tricked me yeah, fun, thanks.
So i fucked around climbing all the buildings, scaring the shit out of drunk students for a while, the cops couldnt even begin to look for someone who was a werewolf so nobody could do anything about it... then i must have woken up.
Post by: TD1 on January 29, 2019, 08:37:40 am
I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep, and worrying about getting published. I believed myself to be a complete and utter failure at the whole writing business; I hadn't even finished writing one book yet! Then I realised the book (which non-dream me is still in the process of writing) was finished and I was starting on my second. I just needed to shoot it off to a few publishers and see what happened.
It was actually fairly relaxing exploring the possible routes for publishing, even if it was only a dream :P
Post by: Enemy post on January 29, 2019, 10:31:08 am
Post by: Kagus on January 31, 2019, 03:49:26 am
The controls for performing my objective changed with every challenge, but mostly consisted of either scratching my left armpit or rubbing my face into the sheet. So I'd be put on the spot, with a trial to reach the finish line within the time limit, and I'm furiously scratching my armpit in order to run faster.
My brain really cooks up some zingers sometimes.
Post by: Rolan7 on January 31, 2019, 10:21:30 am
Later we were chilling at a cafe. I was staring out corner windows at a savannah, except the bamboo blinds were closed. I was amazed at the little octagons of colored light that were peeking through. I was able to focus on them and study their imperfections, as if I was looking at a photograph instead of reality.
The coffee was nice too! Pleasant dream.
Post by: Rolan7 on February 07, 2019, 09:40:46 am
Later I'm in a field studying the stars. There's a mission-critical message in how they're arranged.
Towards the end I'm at a friend's apartment, and they've got a couple of little (AR holographic) robo-pals. They look sorta like XCOM 2's gremlins, but with a chaotic steampunk appearance, and an uncanny suggestion of mouths and eyes. They'd be kinda creepy, but last night I reread a big Questionable Content story arc about the benevolent companion AIs.
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 08, 2019, 09:02:13 am
Emerging from the dark after two nights of sailing, during which the Chin Emperor and I took turns to sleep or steer the helm, the journey grew calmer, the weather pleasanter and the pirates nowhere to be found - the lack of wind worked to their detriment and to our favour, and made the day altogether rather pleasant. Charles the Hapsburg Emperor mused that calm days usually preceded stormy nights, which I agreed, but said there was no need to jynx it - merely prepare for the worst and pray for the mediocre. We spent the afternoon fishing with breadcrumbs, and were delighted to catch a big tuna, which was very delicious.
Amidst a stormy night I was awoken by Charles to find dead ahead of us was the end of the world. I laughed remarking that after all this time, the flat earthers were correct. Uttering such words, we were attacked by scylla, who rocked the hole ship and whose searching heads roamed for any open windows with which to snatch us through with its vicious jaws. As it is, it only escaped with our tuna, but after a brief minute reprieve was back for more. With scylla behind us, we endeavoured to sail across the end of the world, which terminated in a vast and seemingly fathomless waterfall. We figured if we were already dead we might as well die looking at the ends of the world, and there was even a tiny glimmer of hope that we would survive the fall. A tiny one though.
As we went full steam ahead scylla turned back before the edge, once the current caught us we accelerated even further, racing towards the end. Holding onto the rails and each other for dear life, we crossed over the end and... Our ship's prow shot into the sky in one majestic leap, before crashing down on the ocean in a brilliant display of spray. Behind us poured a stream of dark ocean water from a stormy night, ahead of us bright blue placid waters in a clear sky. Slowing our engines down to appreciate what had just occurred, we realised we had not crossed the end of the world. We had crossed an edge of the world, and the world was in fact more like a cuboid, or pyramid-like structure. Celebrating our triumphant discovery, we set off to find land in this strange corner of the world, excitingly doing our best to chart where we were - but the north star was nowhere in sight, and we realised the stars were all different. Nevertheless we recorded our bearings and sights, whether above or below water, setting off for land to see.
Post by: Telgin on February 11, 2019, 09:48:31 am
This was one of those dreams where I knew things mysteriously without seeing them. I never saw the xenomorph, nor even that it had or was killing anyone, but I somehow knew it was aboard. I was also in a strangely third person state and not truly present aboard the walker.
Very strange.
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 16, 2019, 03:00:52 pm
Satisfied, our protagonist goes off to work in a marine biology job, remarking that they were lucky to get the job considering there were 20,000 applicants for 5 roles. They go diving down in the ocean with some seriously snazzy scuba gear, going well below 80m, eventually reaching a sick 400m where bioluminescent plateaus of corals hinted at far greater things below far greater depths. That's when they're all attacked by fish people who nearly tear everyone apart, but fortunately everyone manages to release their weights and do an incredibly painful emergency ascent faster than the fish people can follow them. Everyone nearly dies but after a pleasant day of excruciating pain recovering from flesh wounds or super bends, a scientist with big white hair comes in and she alarms everyone by pointing out they were accidentally exposed to fish people substances. Our protagonist is naturally livid arguing that you can't accidentally experiment on a large group of people with potentially lethal substances but alas, the scientist insists she is sincere, and they didn't expect there to be fishmen - the objective was explicitly to study the ocean floor, not get attacked by fishmen. She holds up a vial of clear liquid which is attracted to fishmen substance, the higher the concentration the higher the attraction of the liquid. She holds it up to the various affected divers but whispers "oh no" when it reaches the protagonist, who dodges her ineffective attempts at hiding her dismay by snatching the vial and observing its reaction to him. It splurgs out all over the place indicating super high fishmen substance concentration.
Protagonist asks scientist what this means, at which point scientist is all "dunno lol, I'm not sure why you're alive so I'm guessing you're terminally ill ~(o.O)~"
Enraged but still a marine biologist at heart, protagonist grabs a sword and in a preparation montage, sharpens it to go explore the depths regardless of the consequences, figuring at least this way their death would be meaningful. At this point they're intercepted by men in black, who reveal they are part of a secret government agency who regularly sends death row convicts to the depths of the trench to find out what's going on. As he's the only one who knows what's down there and has VOLUNTEERED to go down there, they ask if he's willing to lead the team of murderous convicts into the depths.
Naturally he says yes. They go down the depths in a submersible and avoid disturbing the local fishmen in a tense scene full of comedy which ends when the tone shifts and one of the convicts nearly gets them all killed by accelerating into a weird giant centipede fish buried in the sand, resulting in their summary execution. Realising morale is at an all time low, the protagonist ascends shocking the men in black, as the team briefly go to land to pick up nandos. After the men in black complain every minute spent above water is $750,000 wasted, the protagonist responds by saying they're just getting takeaway and shouldn't be too long. Before I got to see this riveting plot development concluded, my friend called me in the morning, waking me up
*The night after I had two dreams. In the first, Wei Yan (a general from Shu-Han, ancient China) was teaching Liu Shan (a child heir to the Imperial throne and generally regarded as incompetent by history) life lessons through swordsmanship. Wei Yan was trying to teach Liu Shan a basic strike, but Liu Shan kept getting it wrong. Growing frustrated, Liu Shan kept trying harder and kept getting worse and worse at it. Wei Yan stops Liu Shan and tells him to stop, slow down and breath. He takes Liu Shan to the armoury where he asks the armourer for a misforged, brittle sword for a demonstration.
Taking the sword, he motions to Liu Shan and strikes an armoured dummy with it, the sword shattering in half. He then draws his own sword and does the same strike, cutting through the dummy. He asks Liu Shan why his sword is stronger than the first. Liu Shan responds by answering, "because it's Wei Yan's sword." Wei Yan shakes his head and says no. "The first sword tried too hard to be strong, and so it shattered. My sword is stronger because it can bend." At this Wei Yan demonstrates by bending his sword, which returns to its original shape once Wei Yan stops flexing it.
Liu Bei (father to Liu Shan) walks in and tells Wei Yan he is needed in the army camps, and Wei Yan salutes Liu Bei before walking off. Liu Bei tells Liu Shan to keep practicing before leaving.
The next dream involved me praying at a temple, culminating in a monk asking me to meditate there until I see the lion in the picture. The picture has a sun with a face on it, some flowers and grass, and altogether looks like a very childish drawing. I sit there pouring over every detail for hours and hours, unable to see anything close to resembling a lion. Eventually the monk returns and asks if I have seen the lion, and I respond saying I have not. They reverse the painting showing the white canvas at its back, and looking closer I see all the indentations caused by the mark of the pencil and brush have created the faint outlines of the lion. Only when not searching intently for it could I stand back far enough to clearly see it.
*EDITX2
Today's dream I was at a party, everyone was dressed formally and it was like a ball - but everyone conducted themselves as if it was a casual party. Myself and a group of my friends sat at a table where a bewitching lady was handing out what tasted like plum vodka, but the dream ended early here because I was awoken by the sound of a relative's cat I'm currently looking after trying to eat some of my prized plants
Post by: pisskop on February 18, 2019, 12:31:02 pm
I had a dream that I was on a cliff face and listening to what when lullaby of all things, and it was describing the story of some guy who saved the girl from falling off the cliff, and how they looked into each other's eyes, and there was a little melody played in the background. There's just a sweetest little thing, and I woke gasping for air.
I don't know. I just kind of touched me in a certain spot. I don't know what to think about it. What do you guys think?
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 18, 2019, 12:37:56 pm
What did the song say, sound like? What was at the bottom of the cliff, stone or sea? What did the air smell like? What did the two look like? What was your perspective amidst all this, did you see the story or just hear it whilst on the cliff face? Could you yourself get down from the cliff face? Where did you sit, stand or climb by it? When you felt emotional, what emotions were they? Nostalgia with fondness, bittersweetness, joy or sublimity? Just some questions
Post by: Yoink on February 18, 2019, 02:30:45 pm
Yes, I know that's silly and superstitious, but it's just before 5am and my mind may not be functioning too rationally.
Um, anyway.
Spoiler: Dream (click to show/hide)
Tl;dr: reading what began as an ordinary Calvin & Hobbes comic takes a strange turn as a rather Jhonen Vasquez-esque Calvin introduces his terrified mother to some horrifying insectoid beast that looks to be either from his sick mind or the Void itself, which promptly begins to gruesomely maul him in a somehow enjoyable way before he is dragged off on an intense, spiritual journey through a technicolour cosmos.
Spoiler: Various, rambly musings about the dream (click to show/hide)
I hope this post makes sense. Typed on my phone, in a hurry, and whilst half asleep, so bear with me. Time to go in search of snacks.
Post by: TD1 on February 18, 2019, 09:26:02 pm
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Post by: Eric Blank on February 19, 2019, 08:29:36 am
Now that i have awoken, i have to go to work, so fuck you dream.
So today i had a better dream. There was this game, and the antagonist would be this giant stone golem, wielding an enormous maul and great axe. Every round it was the players, who numbered about 24, responsibility to either defeat it, or escape off the map. The players got to choose their loadout, they had every sort of medieval fantasy gear they desired.
The map consisted of a high mountain where a castle was built halfway up its slopes (where players started), with a road leading up to it just big enough for the golem to pass. Below there was a bridge that offered a shortcut down to the forests in the valley below, the quickest route to escape by if a player chose that option. But below there were still bears, wolves, harpies and other threats that could easily pick off a player if he didnt have friends. If they did want to escape, they had to make it to the coastal road below, and make it off the map on either end. All of this terrain, buildings etc was destructible to the golem, which could even through huge boulders hundreds of yards if it wanted to kill a player. Players could rig traps for it, too, collapsing parts of the castle or terrain to injure or destroy it.
Now at game start, the players would start in the castle keep, but the golem could spawn anywhere, including inside the castle. Players would be trying to knock chunks off the golem with weapons or bait it underneath a huge, failing tower. The golem could very nearly one-hit-kill a player, or crush them with rubble or the objects you try to hide behind.
I tried to fight it a few times. Once i thought i was safely hidden in the castle toilets, but the golem just flattened everything. Next round we squished it under the tower, but like 12 knights got squished with it. Then next round i ran for the coast, and it tossed a builder that knocked the bridge out from under me. A few minutes later was the last survivor and it started coming back down the mountain, i was hobbling along on a broken leg, and i got eaten by a bear. Then me and one other survivor tried running the opposite direction, and actually made it to the edge alive.
Frankly i wish this were a real game, because it was an awesome dream.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on February 22, 2019, 02:27:21 pm
Every time, my magic abilities stop working mid flight and I am in terror as I fall, hitting the ground and waking up irl.
Post by: Bumber on February 23, 2019, 01:11:55 pm
I love and hate flying in dreams.My flying abilities never fail, but they're not very good. I'm mostly limited to slowly increasing altitude to around a dozen meters and hovering. Sometimes I get decent horizontal speed if I fire Iron Man jets from my hands and feet. Even if I fell, it'd be like low gravity and I'd barely flinch from the impact.
Every time, my magic abilities stop working mid flight and I am in terror as I fall, hitting the ground and waking up irl.
Post by: Eric Blank on February 25, 2019, 02:44:45 am
Post by: Enemy post on February 28, 2019, 01:08:27 pm
Post by: pikachu17 on February 28, 2019, 05:01:03 pm
I sympathize with you Sebastian. I don't usually take falling damage in my dreams, but I have about as much control with it as a drunken fraternity member in a tank.I love and hate flying in dreams.My flying abilities never fail, but they're not very good. I'm mostly limited to slowly increasing altitude to around a dozen meters and hovering. Sometimes I get decent horizontal speed if I fire Iron Man jets from my hands and feet. Even if I fell, it'd be like low gravity and I'd barely flinch from the impact.
Every time, my magic abilities stop working mid flight and I am in terror as I fall, hitting the ground and waking up irl.
Oftentimes in a nightmare, I jump 30 feet in the air and think "Hah, now you can't get me!". And then I slowly float back down to the ground, to whatever was the subject of the nightmare. Or I overshoot where I am trying to fly to, and then I start slow-flying. In the dreams in which I have perfect flight, usually it's a nightmare with an antagonist with equal or better flight.
Post by: Rolan7 on March 04, 2019, 10:00:29 am
I was a dorf soldier riding in a wagon of a human caravan. With me was a middle aged woman, wise in secrets and witchcraft. We had just explored a dwarven ruin, wherein we found an artifact of Armok: The first book, supposedly written by the first dorf at Armok's request, containing some dread secret. The woman insisted that I not read it, that it would surely destroy me as it destroyed the dorfs of the fortress. I reluctantly agreed, though I was still *very* excited to have helped recover such a relic. Particularly when she started reading it. Soon she was tinkering with reagents as we travelled.
The end result was what appeared to be a spinach pizza, at first. I was in awe but also a bit disappointed, until I looked closer. It was actually like two pizzas combined, so a sort of disc-shaped calzone. The stuffed interior wasn't just spinach, but many other exotic vegetables like bok choy, and bits of... forgotten beast meat? She offered me a slice, reminding me of the danger, but of course I had to try it.
First the pizza gave me the ARMOK status condition. She was narrating now, like a GM, and seemed to be implying that this was dreadful. I nerdily pointed out that my arm felt OK. Next it opened my mind to the unreality of the world, which was mildly concerning but fun. Then it gave me nonlethal damage equal to twice my HP - the pizza of Armok was highly alcoholic.
I argued that that shouldn't kill me, I'd just be deeply unconscious for a few hours. Then I woke up.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on March 04, 2019, 12:52:47 pm
At the start of the dream I find myself in his office, a very cool looking office, shiny floors, leather chairs.
And apparently he is an admiral of god knows what, judging from the picture at the wall.
My dad is not present but I spend time observing the majestic picture of my dad in what I believe was ceremonial navy uniform, littered with medals from top to bottom.
His office is connected to a luxurious water park that is devoid of any visitors.
I didnt really had the chance to explore the waterpark because apparently I had two dedicated servants.
One was a beautiful woman of my age and the another was an unknown dude with vague presence, I guess a bodyguard.
The woman forces me on a tour of some city and starts explaining to me that my dad is some important person and can’t shut up about some paperwork stuff and how I am supposed to be involved in that.
Then I woke up irl to the dogs howling outside..
Post by: Yoink on March 04, 2019, 04:37:30 pm
Congratulations, you've written a creepypasta in your sleepI had just finished eating a bowl of pasta when I read this. Coincidence?!
-golem dream-Awesome. That sounds like something I'd play.
In other dream news, I can't remember much of mine from last night, but I discovered some weirdo punk band from the US (I think) who had somehow released one of their previous EPs on the unusual format of ice cream sundae. Not sure how that worked... I think it included a download code so you could listen to it more than once.
Post by: Bumber on March 04, 2019, 09:20:11 pm
I ran away afterwards because I overheard the zombies were going to be "deactivated", and set out to find a Faraday cage, in case they had trackers or a kill switch in my head/neck. It turned out my fears were misplaced, as deactivation was voluntary. I got a third person view of myself later, and my body was like a training dummy with a gray leather sandbag with a smiley face drawn on it for a head. Perfectly normal.
*The number of arrows you had left was represented by a stack of dollar bills, for some reason. I had my dad keep track of them. He didn't seem alarmed by the fact that I was a zombie.
Post by: Parsely on March 08, 2019, 10:49:53 am
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Parsely: i had a dream that i was in these mines
Parsely: yeah. it was really deep and you couldnt stand up in there
Parsely: and there were hundreds of people coming down through these tunnels
Parsely: most of the dream was just kind of, images of people sitting or moving quietly in these dirt tunnels
Parsely: and the whole time i was feeling this dread, and i wasnt sure why until this woman explained
Parsely: she was some kind of doctor or expert, and she said we have to watch out for the holes that eat the granite
Parsely: and then i saw that there were these kind of narrow stony holes in the ceilings and floors of the tunnel
Parsely: it was more like a sink drain
Parsely: and if you stepped on them something bad would happen
Parsely: and the holes on the floor or ceiling always lined up perfectly
Parsely: there was some kind of spirit or something in the rocks
Parsely: and i remember being afraid that they would cause the tunnels behind and above us to collapse and that i'd be trapped in there crushed by hundreds of people trying to get out
Post by: §k on March 08, 2019, 11:58:18 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 12, 2019, 10:08:42 am
Post by: IcyTea31 on March 14, 2019, 02:21:16 am
Also makes a good way to cheat in a competition, as long as you don't eat the whole pouch of it.
Post by: methylatedspirit on March 14, 2019, 02:35:58 am
I'm not sure why I dreamed that, but it likely has something to do with the 60 Z-level pump stack that I had to build to get water from the caverns the night before.
Post by: Peterbo on March 15, 2019, 07:57:09 am
I think it's more than just a pigment of my imagination.
Post by: itisnotlogical on March 15, 2019, 12:40:26 pm
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Post by: pikachu17 on March 15, 2019, 01:53:43 pm
I've been having nightmares about work. In one I came home from a hunting trip, went straight to work and realized I was still carrying the loaded shotgun from the trip. In another, a kidnapper came in while I was working and I couldn't stop them from hurting someone.Too bad you didn't keep the shotgun for the kidnapper.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 15, 2019, 09:26:48 pm
*EDIT
Tonight's dream, fighting old battles again. On the train to the countryside with various uniformed strangers, all strangely familiar. We all asked each other what we were there for, I said with some uncertainty that I was barely eligible to be here but I wasn't going to miss this opportunity. Our train arrived in 11 minutes and I saw my old chief again, by this point I was sure I was on the right train. At our stop we paused to pick apples from the ground, remarking how weird it was these apples grew from the ground and not from trees. Eating them, the dirt paths turned to carpet and the trees growing overhead to ceilings and walls.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on March 20, 2019, 02:53:40 am
I was on a hunting trip with member of my family and some cougars just ambushed us and mauled my family member to death..
The thing was that I spent rest of the night dreaming about dealing with the denial of the grief process and I felt turbo depressed.
Then a favorite musical artist of mine died too and I felt like my world was breaking. And it felt oddly sensational, realistic? Dunno.
I was regretting everything and I had a moment like: "I wish I could just... turn back time, snap out of it goddamit!".
Then I woke up and slowly started piecing together what was a dream and what was reality. Coming to conclusion than nobody was mauled and no artist has overdosed.
Umm.. thanks?
Post by: Iduno on March 20, 2019, 08:42:35 am
Post by: itisnotlogical on March 20, 2019, 08:31:49 pm
When I arrive, all of the 30+ guests are asleep on the floor except Police Chief Wiggum from the Simpsons. I have some cake and at this moment I hear a knock on the door. When I answer, it's a pushy stranger that refuses to leave. I shut the door on him and watch him leave down the stairs and return several times, and I shut the door on him each time. I get a bad feeling around the time he returns with a pillow and wants to stay and sleep with the guests on the floor. I force him out the door and throw his pillow down the stairs. Next time he knocks, I have Wiggum answer the door while I get a revolver that was in a Wal-Mart bag on the table with my new video game. The stranger comes in with a gun of his own at the ready. I shoot him five times and he falls into the bag that my gun was in.
I freak the fuck out and start dialing 911, but I'm flipping out and can barely say words let alone operate my phone. I post 911 to Facebook and Twitter several times before I can finally convince my brother on the couch to dial it for me. Nobody else seems to be bothered that I shot a person or to have even been woken up by the noise. DREAM END
Post by: Sebastian2203 on March 22, 2019, 09:48:48 am
She is harassed by some other guy and she runs to me, begging me to help her from this guy.
I free myself of her grasp as I promise her to find a security-guard/bouncer in this disco-club.
Moment later I inform the bouncer, who follows me and we see the girl getting groped and all kinds of nasty stuff.
The bouncer elbow drops the bad guy and he drops on the floor.
Dream ends.
hmm
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 23, 2019, 09:35:47 am
The kids told us the bogeyman was taking their brother to the gummy bear factory so we drove there as fast as we could. When we get to the factory we find it's operational despite it being after work hours ended, with the security guard missing. We rush to the control room but along the way we find three outlets slicing out what looks like a mixture of minced meat and sugar jelly in the shape of child-sized gummy bears. Each one speaks and acts like a confused duplicate of the kid the bogeyman grabbed, and so the detective and I are at this point doing our best not to freak out as each gummy bear starts panicking, both of us trying to placate the gummy bears and convince them we can turn them back and that they are the real lost boy. No sign of the bogeyman, or any of the missing people.
We spend the next few days failing to determine what the gummy bears are and what their actual relation is to the missing people are, with our top theories being that they were either fragments of the boy's soul, or were red herrings being used to waste our time. All the same, the innumerable gummy bears aid us in our investigations into what they are exactly, with a few strong-willed gummy bears leading the research. Nothing is concluded by any of our research, and things grow worse when the gummy bears realise they're beginning to rot. Days go by and all the gummy bears rot one by one, becoming unbearably foul-smelling to be around until they dissolve into a lifeless slime paste, with the gummy researchers increasingly concerned with researching a way to halt the rot instead of discovering who/what they are. The last gummy scientist dies leaving a yellow paw on the window, saluting as it passes away, which looked really weird since they didn't really have facial details. While the detective goes off to talk to witnesses of the bogeyman again, I set about mopping away the last of the rotten jelly. Whilst dousing the mop in water, I feel like I am being watched, yet am unsure why.
Post by: King Zultan on March 24, 2019, 02:44:13 am
The dream started off like a LA Noire detective genre piece, with myself and the detective searching a house for a missing woman. The detective found empty needles while I searched upstairs; in the loft was a ladder where there was clear movement above. Calling the detective for help, we and a helpful neighbour crowded around the ladder. The detective had a pistol, I had a sabre, and we both realised that there was no way up except this ladder - and it'd require two hands to climb up. Not eager to climb up and see whatever was up there, our indecision was spurned into action when we heard there were three kids up there under attack from something. As we haul ourselves to the top we find the bogeyman has already escaped with one of the three kids. While the detective brought the other two down to safety I pursued the bogeyman, only to find he had escaped into a solid brick wall.If that was a movie I'd watch it.
The kids told us the bogeyman was taking their brother to the gummy bear factory so we drove there as fast as we could. When we get to the factory we find it's operational despite it being after work hours ended, with the security guard missing. We rush to the control room but along the way we find three outlets slicing out what looks like a mixture of minced meat and sugar jelly in the shape of child-sized gummy bears. Each one speaks and acts like a confused duplicate of the kid the bogeyman grabbed, and so the detective and I are at this point doing our best not to freak out as each gummy bear starts panicking, both of us trying to placate the gummy bears and convince them we can turn them back and that they are the real lost boy. No sign of the bogeyman, or any of the missing people.
We spend the next few days failing to determine what the gummy bears are and what their actual relation is to the missing people are, with our top theories being that they were either fragments of the boy's soul, or were red herrings being used to waste our time. All the same, the innumerable gummy bears aid us in our investigations into what they are exactly, with a few strong-willed gummy bears leading the research. Nothing is concluded by any of our research, and things grow worse when the gummy bears realise they're beginning to rot. Days go by and all the gummy bears rot one by one, becoming unbearably foul-smelling to be around until they dissolve into a lifeless slime paste, with the gummy researchers increasingly concerned with researching a way to halt the rot instead of discovering who/what they are. The last gummy scientist dies leaving a yellow paw on the window, saluting as it passes away, which looked really weird since they didn't really have facial details. While the detective goes off to talk to witnesses of the bogeyman again, I set about mopping away the last of the rotten jelly. Whilst dousing the mop in water, I feel like I am being watched, yet am unsure why.
Post by: Rolan7 on March 24, 2019, 09:54:33 am
7/10 IGN
Same night, my dad and I were experiencing an old Star Trek TNG movie. We were taken captive by the misunderstood antagonist, a former Star Fleet admiral who formed a commune based on his unique political philosophy, which he insisted on explaining. At length. That was the entire movie actually. Dad and I agreed that the movie was brilliant, but it's possible I wanted to "appreciate art". I think it was called Revengeance or something.
Also same night, I was part of a small CDC team of zombie-fighters, but in a world where the virus was cureable and took days to gestate. Basically we drove around a typical city in a much-too-small car, doing health checks in low-income neighborhoods to contain a potential outbreak. The team was a silent old driver, an amazonian nurse, her tiny nervous doctor boyfriend, and me with a single pistol in case we were too late.
together we hunted zombies, theoretically, but actually the biggest moment of tension was when we almost got pulled over for reckless driving. I think the cop changed their mind seeing we were CDC.
Post by: Yoink on March 26, 2019, 02:14:16 pm
In a much, much earlier dream in some frozen, snowy wasteland (probably Canada), myself and some rag-tag band of folks brought together by the common cause of survival were being ruthlessly hunted by a native warband.
We were trying to fortify the cottage we were in and planned to hide in it, but we could already hear their drums from time to time so I'm pretty sure they knew we were there...
Both these cold dreams (even if the first one may have been warm). Yeah, I guess the blankets had slipped off as I slept.
Also I had some dream where my housemates were either cheating on each other or had decided to make their relationship an open one. What a scary thought.
Post by: scourge728 on March 26, 2019, 11:28:45 pm
I watched one of the very rare Canadian white elephants dying to some sort of ecological catastrophe, possibly a drought or heatwave.So what was it then, 5 degrees? :P
Post by: Sirus on April 05, 2019, 04:56:17 pm
I dreamed that I got up in the middle of the night for a midnight snack, wandering over to the kitchen and opening the fridge. Inside was a packaged container of elk sausage, something my step-grandfather makes at home and sometimes gives us when they come to visit.
Apparently dream-me considered this an acceptable midnight snack, for I unwrapped the sausage, sprinkled some salt and pepper on it, then proceeded to eat the whole thing raw.
I (sort of) woke up after this, and for a few bleary minutes the only thought in my head was "How am I going to explain the missing sausage to my parents?"
Post by: JoshuaFH on April 05, 2019, 08:23:58 pm
In this one however, I got to meet up with a girl I liked, but now we're both adults. There was nothing naughty about the dream, she just thought I actually wound up becoming a cool guy that's fit and successful. It's a very utterly childish dream, but I enjoyed it a lot after how awful the last couple days were.
(In reality: I did bump into a female acquaintance from highschool a few months ago ((not the same one)) and I was startled at how cold and unfriendly I was to her. This isn't related to dreams, I just wanted to mention that)
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 05, 2019, 09:20:05 pm
The next day's dream was much more tranquil. I was back at home patiently waiting for some fish to arrive close by the surface so I could catch them with my tiny net, as if I was seven again. In the dream however I was not seven, I was wearing my work suit and didn't seem to mind resting on the moss and wet rock in it, with occasional passer-bys checking to see if I was all right as I waited by the canal for seven hours. I watched them so peacefully that even when they were passing up to the surface to see me, I did not use my net, instead being content to watch them.
Post by: CABL on April 06, 2019, 05:05:41 am
Post by: JoshuaFH on April 07, 2019, 08:00:33 am
Post by: Yoink on April 07, 2019, 07:03:11 pm
I believe I came across it through a Youtube video or something, I don't remember exactly but I definitely stumbled across it somehow.
Anyway, I decided to run it and the last part of the dream was the beginning of a first session, presumably after a timeskip in which I buckled down to learn the rules etcetera. My players, whom I believe were all new to PnP, displayed various levels of enthusiasm and there was one who went into great detail describing her character's fragile mental state as she sat there watching some plothook scene I'd cooked up, which would have been kinda cool except it quickly became apparent that she was doing a kind of self-insert and using it as a means to edgily describe her own issues. I don't know, it was awkward.
Oh yeah, and it was a sci-fi setting, I forgot that part.
There had been an earlier part of the dream which involved some kind of space opera with some resource gathering/salvage crew wandering the depths of space for the government back on-planet and being sorely tempted at one point to run off with the valuable goods they'd just collected to start a new life for themselves, except there was a warning built into their ships UI that reminded them of their families back home still in the clutches of the government and literally gave them two buttons on the screen to choose between either a new life of freedom or the lives of their loved ones. :o
Also, there was some black guy on board who seemed like some stereotypical '90s token black guy kind of character, from the futuristic equivalent of the hood. Somehow he lost his shoes during his space adventures and eventually wound up back on earth wearing a pair of tan-coloured old fashioned dress shoes instead of the fashionable sneakers that were so hard to come by, much to his chagrin.
Yeah, that's pretty much all I remember, there was a lot more to both parts of the dream, though. Wish I could remember what I was looking for when I came across that RPG, might have been info on some old music or art, I dunno.
Post by: scourge728 on April 07, 2019, 08:03:55 pm
"The Pantheon" was basically religious roleplay, featuring grisha5nite, ACE.ite, and Pathosite worship threads. And there were "Battleground" threads, where forumites were duking it out via roleplay and six-sided dice.Want
Post by: CABL on April 08, 2019, 06:14:57 am
Post by: Rolan7 on April 08, 2019, 08:08:39 am
I was participating in some sort of state/religious/sporting event, as a choir singer. Complete with the ridiculous huge gown with eye-catching colors. I was standing with others behind the VIP as he gave some speech about culture and moral values, applauding politely at appropriate times. It's like when a politician gives a televised speech and a bunch of their most photogenic staffers are behind them in the shot. I wasn't the main event but there were so many eyes on me.
Well I eventually scooted behind a pillar, then made my way to the pews. They were impossibly close together but I somehow managed to squeeze through, slowly, brushing past rows of disapproving faces in my fancy costume.
I felt better once I was in a dark hallway and stripped the gown away. I was blissfully alone now, except for a couple of blue-collar guys planning a murder over sandwiches. We exchanged pleasantries as I passed by, though one of them had strange eyes. I had to get to the stairwell.
The first scene had been soaked in daylight from many windows, bright and exposed. This stairwell was comfortably gloomy. Less comfortable were the steps: spaced apart, and they shifted as I put weight on them. It felt very much like descending a fire tower, except a little easier because the ground wasn't visible in the darkness. Many of the steps were even missing or shifted out of place. I felt a need to nudge them into their proper positions, even when I heard the murderer with the shifty eye descending after me. Chasing me.
I don't remember much more than that, but it was an abstract kind of hell (as my friends would say). More interesting than terrifying.
Later I dreamed about playing Furi, that kicked ass. ...Also, wow, I only just realized how it follows from the first dream.
Post by: JoshuaFH on April 08, 2019, 06:17:13 pm
Had a dream where Bay12 got severely reorganized: There was a new upper board called "Steam/Itch.io release discussion", a sub-forum of General Discussion called "Politics & Disturbing Matters", and a sub-forum of FG&R called "The Pantheon". The first one is self-explanatory, but the last two were weird. "Politics & Disturbing Matters" contained religion & politics along with weird threads like "Menstruation issues" and "Zucc memes", while "The Pantheon" was basically religious roleplay, featuring grisha5nite, ACE.ite, and Pathosite worship threads. And there were "Battleground" threads, where forumites were duking it out via roleplay and six-sided dice.
I'm still giggling over this dream you had, I'm just so curious what "Zucc Memes" are. Like, Zucchini Memes? It's just stupid enough to work.
Post by: Bumber on April 08, 2019, 06:39:01 pm
Had a dream where Bay12 got severely reorganized: There was a new upper board called "Steam/Itch.io release discussion", a sub-forum of General Discussion called "Politics & Disturbing Matters", and a sub-forum of FG&R called "The Pantheon". The first one is self-explanatory, but the last two were weird. "Politics & Disturbing Matters" contained religion & politics along with weird threads like "Menstruation issues" and "Zucc memes", while "The Pantheon" was basically religious roleplay, featuring grisha5nite, ACE.ite, and Pathosite worship threads. And there were "Battleground" threads, where forumites were duking it out via roleplay and six-sided dice.
I'm still giggling over this dream you had, I'm just so curious what "Zucc Memes" are. Like, Zucchini Memes? It's just stupid enough to work.
https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/zucc
Zucchini memes are probably butter, though.
Post by: AzyWng on April 09, 2019, 08:05:28 am
I’m pretty sure I was on a boat with some other people at this point...
Post by: Hanslanda on April 10, 2019, 12:02:03 pm
First I was sorta sledding with a friend in deep snow. A let her steer and got dragged into the snow, which compacted around me in a claustrophobic manner.
Then we walked into a very bizzare church. Something was just off about it. So I walked back out into the snow, where a man threatened me, so I shot him. He was next to a big chain link fence , and I decided to drag his body away. As I followed the fence, dragging him by his head, I felt his tongue move.
I looked down and he was Pennywise. I dropped him and ran. He gave chase and I got past the fence into a parking lot. He wasn't behind me now and I saw he was a few rows over, trying to cut off my route back to the Not-Church of Debatable Safety. I ran for it and he got behind me again.
I realized he was going to catch me so I turned to fight. As he got close, I smashed him in the face and knocked him down. Then I started bashing his head off the ground and stomped his elbow, breaking it. He was kinda shrinking at this point so I picked him up and slammed him into a guardrail. He dropped and I grabbed his feet.
If you've ever played Predator Concrete Jungle, there's a grab-fence kill where the predator swings the guy in and overhead arc and down on his back onto the fence, breaking him in half. That's what I did to the now child sized Pennywise.
Except he was no longer Pennywise, he was my 2yr old son.
At about that time I woke up quietly. Fuck sleep.
Post by: MaximumZero on April 10, 2019, 06:41:17 pm
Post by: Yoink on April 11, 2019, 04:39:21 pm
Oh wait, and there was also one scene where I was at a train station and some guy on the other platform was ranting and raving. He shouted some abuse at me, part of which was telling me to cut my hair, and I decided to go over there and try to clock him over the head with a rock.
However, on the way I was distracted upon bumping into a couple of friends of mine, who were apparently travelling home by train themselves. I think we decided to share a cab from the station we were heading to. *shrug*
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 12, 2019, 10:50:53 am
Post by: nenjin on April 12, 2019, 11:18:33 am
And apparently there was a swinger convention in town.
Some frisky older woman handed me a condom.
Also there was some Sekiro-type grapple swinging between different floors. Because, you know, dreams.
Post by: TD1 on April 14, 2019, 07:05:32 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 16, 2019, 11:32:26 am
Loud Whispers is Loki, head-canon accepted.Would that I could birth a billion eight legged horses, the world would be a better place
Post by: Dunamisdeos on April 16, 2019, 01:34:37 pm
Loud Whispers is Loki, head-canon accepted.Would that I could birth a billion eight legged horses, the world would be a better place
(http://www.geekxgirls.com/images/thortexts/female_thor_superhero_texts_02.png)
Post by: TD1 on April 16, 2019, 01:59:49 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on April 16, 2019, 04:18:46 pm
Post by: Kagus on April 16, 2019, 04:22:19 pm
Wait, not eight legged?Knitting on the run. Spiderhorses need hobbies too.
Post by: TD1 on April 16, 2019, 05:05:18 pm
Wait, not eight legged?Whoops.
Though let's face it, when you have that many legs two more or less isn't as big a deal as you'd expect :P
Post by: Yoink on April 18, 2019, 08:43:55 am
I woke up feeling rather poorly-rested, too, so I hope the dream was worth it.
Post by: AzyWng on April 18, 2019, 09:08:22 am
Then, I was on a road somewhere where it was very sunny, and a few thugs and I rode up to someone’s trailer - only the whole thing was see-through and only blocked by pieces of cloth and a lot of dirt inside the vehicle.
The thugs messed about with a shovel before entering the trailer and beating on one of the two occupants, some guy (the other occupant was some woman who didn’t really seem to care for the guys well being).For some reason, at this point I started trying to interrogate him to tell us where he was hiding “the money”.
Then the thugs produced some fireworks and were about to use them on him. I decided this was a step too far and turned the fireworks on them instead.
Post by: Arx on April 20, 2019, 01:27:22 pm
I had been exiled from the part of this peculiar faux-renaissance kingdom where I was teaching, and had been forced into slavery. I was working in a galley, where our sole task was to turn a capstan. This capstan had many strings trailing from it, which rapidly became tattered, and which one poor sod had the responsibility of repairing.
Unfortunately, there was no way of repairing it. Double unfortunately, every day the captain would inspect the strings, and if they were not up to standard, execute the person responsible on the spot. It came about, soon enough, that I was appointed to fix them, and, of course, I couldn't. So the captain's servant immobilised me with a quick blow to the back of the neck with a machete, and I had the fairly surreal experience of collapsing to my knees (held up by the servant) while thinking "Am I really about to be executed in my own dream?" This thought was, of course, mixed in with a healthy dose of panic, because although apparently I was lucid enough to think of it as a dream, I was also rather terrified of actually dying.
I cannot stress enough how weird it is to remember being kneeling, quadriplegic, waiting for someone just outside your field of vision to execute you.
The captain cut off my head in one clean blow, everything went dark, and the dream segued seamlessly to me somehow reuniting with my students/adoptive daughters apparently (the elder had a name with three syllables starting with "s"; the younger was named something with a "p", possibly Pearl. I don't normally remember names well, so it's odd), without bringing up the whole bit where I... you know, experienced my own death.
Post by: Rolan7 on April 21, 2019, 05:47:19 am
Fairy/dragon
A group of us agents were tasked with visiting the fey realm. We entered a large open room with a giant window showing some treetops and sunny blue sky. Supposedly the window was digitally projecting some hypnotic pattern (it felt like technology, not "just magic") but there was no sign, no matter how I looked. Just a pleasant sunny day.
We all swayed to an unheard beat. People started dancing slowly, still staring at the window. It was fascinating... the window, sure, but also the effect it was having on everyone. My attention was divided as I saw my peers become young kids, dancing sleepily then toppling over onto the mat. I had to step over them as I danced to the music I could barely feel, much less hear. I turned my head and got off the mat, feeling a sense of vertigo as the enchantment pulled away.
My superiors understood my concern and let me go through alone, so I wouldn't accidentally step on anyone. As my perception of reality became... abstract, I resolved to remember everything I could about the fey realm. I was connecting to a URL, a site run by Whitney... the normal gym trainer. Somehow, she was in league with the fey
Then I either woke up or failed to remember more :U
I woke up early in the morning, though, probably too early. Before dawn, birds starting to chirp. I only wrote this because I'd resolved to remember, even if it was such a little meaningless thing.
I heard an owl call, but only once.
Post by: Rolan7 on April 23, 2019, 06:40:57 am
I managed to schedule some life-affirming surgery, but it was taking place down the road for some reason. So I had to run down the sidewalk in a towel for a while (though at cycling speed, which was fun~) and then I realized I didn't know what the building looked like. So I tried one that looked likely.
It was not the correct building, but the mad scientist was happy to lie and get me inside. I and three other victims (who got clothes, for some reason. hmmph) listened patiently to his big villain plan, which involved an uncomfortable amount of needles and body horror. Then the A Team arrived! Okay not THE A team, but a band of badass heroes. We were saved :D
I got to tell them all about the experience as they took me out to eat. Apparently they saved me from ridiculous fates every week or so :P The badass no-nonsense biker gal was particularly protective of me, which was cute. Well, I was cute, is the tldr of this.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on April 23, 2019, 06:20:20 pm
The most memorable one was a trio of students performing "surgery" on a meal over a hot stove. Some sort of mix between medical drama and cooking show.
I'd watch the hell out of this.
Would have to be presented as a medical soap-opera-style drama.
Post by: Yoink on April 23, 2019, 07:42:41 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on April 24, 2019, 06:03:04 am
Some friends and I tried to ambush one of their supply teams, though none of us had weapons. So we were just chasing them across a quad, and they managed to outrun us and scatter. Dangit.
Fortunately I had the mutant power to "hulk out" when angry, gaining super strength and invincibility. I wasn't upset enough though... until I noticed my shoe was untied. And my lace snapped as I tried to tie it. HuaaaAAH!
I spent most of the dream Prince-of-Persia-parkouring across these abandoned buildings, looking for signs of habitation. I kept starting to revert, which would have been bad because I was leaping between several-story-tall buildings and sometimes missing. I just focused on the frustration though, and - oh yeah, my left thigh joint hurt. I wonder if I was actually "invincible" or just amped up on future-adrenalin?
Either way, I eventually spied activity in one building, and managed to swoop through an open window by riding a tattered banner. I was in a hallway with several people, none of who noticed me. I quickly controlled my emotions and reverted, limping into an elevator just as the door closed.
I was with a surprised old scientist with a menacing aura. He acted pleased to meet me and shook my hand. I upgraded it to a double handshake, and sure enough, he was trying to retrieve a tiny syringe from his sleeve. We wrestled a bit and the dream ended.
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 03, 2019, 10:06:57 am
May I return, to the beginning?
The light is dimming, and the dream is too.
Any dream will, any dream will do. Any dream will do."
It was a reenacted memory of my childhood, shrouded in darkness - and as I watched myself perform on stage as a child, so too did I applause from the audience as a spectator.
Post by: Eric Blank on May 03, 2019, 10:33:22 am
Post by: Dunamisdeos on May 03, 2019, 12:47:54 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on May 08, 2019, 05:57:19 am
Like I dropped a tea bag in someone's ice water when they weren't looking and couldn't stop laughing at how mad they got
Edit: Also something something leveling up horses over a week by feeding them different things culminating in a game of... cricket or something? That one that involves horses except in my dream they just played it themselves
Post by: Dunamisdeos on May 08, 2019, 03:59:13 pm
Post by: Levi on May 08, 2019, 04:07:27 pm
I had a dream that I was a terrible dog owner. :-X
Post by: Levi on May 09, 2019, 03:59:15 pm
There's a recurring dream I have. I'm in different museums, hotels and exhibition halls. Some are art deco with sunset-burned carpets and sandstone pillars and amber-panelled walls. Others are tropic with tiered baths and sweet-singing birds and fat dads doing cannonballs in bermudas. Some are the heavy-set stone brute designs of Boston where it's always grey. The places are different, the exhibition is always the same. It travels. Inside the venue it's always dark, there are few people but mostly museum-whispers. There are floor-to-ceiling heavy black drapes covering the walls. And coloured banners every few feet hung high above your head showing the main attraction. There are a few pieces usually on display - a Tesla coil, swords, stone tablets, all kinds of technology and archaeology. And in the middle of the room on a plinth and illuminated from below is the Brass Door. It's enormous, and dead-serious about doing you harm if you don't respect it. I've always looked at the exhibits with interest, enjoyed the exhibition, usually with some kind of girlfriend I think. But I know that the door, while beautiful, is dangerous. It's the unspoken kind of dangerous. If I opened it I think nothing would happen nine times out of ten. But on the tenth one it would be something strange - probably time-travel of some kind maybe. Or maybe it would just be black. Whatever it is, I'm supposed to go through it one day.
PS - anyone else make dream maps? I love marking down where in a dreamscape things happened. Sometimes I just know when things are 'south' or 'north' etc.
Sounds like the plot of Cult Simulator (https://store.steampowered.com/app/718670/Cultist_Simulator/). Get to far into the dreamscape and you could attain enlightenment and power, but risk going insane or eaten by an occult entity. :)
Post by: Eric Blank on May 10, 2019, 01:24:27 pm
From behind one of the blocks in the middle of the room came a guy that honestly looked like an orc, greenish skin and bulky muscular build and all. And he had a hand gun, and he was pissed at us. There was an attempt to calm him down and try to escape, but instead he just shot me, and then everyone else, and I remember getting really cold before everything faded away for a while. Then I saw the green dude pouting on top of a block while the room filled with lava. It was a crappy dream.
Just the other night I had another crappy dream. This time there was a greed demon haunting our house, and we tried to have it excorcised, but it got loose and started turning everything into voracious purple monsters and tendrils that engulfed everything. So we got in the car and drove like hell, but the things just kept expanding, and monsters would hunt people down and kill them. It ate towns, then counties, and soon the whole world. The only salvation were islands with naval and anti-air protection and shit, because the demons couldn't swim but would commandeer boats.
So we made it to one of these small protected islands, and it was overall a pretty nice place. So we stayed there for years, before someone pulled a piece of junk like a sealed fuel tank out of the water. Guess what was in it? The demons. They immediately overpowered the guards and started eating everything and multiplying all across the island and this time there was nowhere left to run to. But then I woke up.
Post by: Yoink on May 10, 2019, 09:09:44 pm
Basically, after binge-watching so much Brooklyn Nine Nine I think it inspired last night's dreams at least partially. I can't remember for sure if the main character was an undercover cop, but I think he was something along those lines.
Post by: balrogkernel on May 12, 2019, 09:05:09 am
dream of a fantasy thriller with muppets and multidimensional monsters, first part of the dream was just a routine inspection of a house that quickly went out of control with a shootout, lots of really good dodging on everybody's part. turns out the house was taken over by these strange cultists who found out about the multidimensional monsters and were trying to bring about an apocalypse. after going over the evidence we discovered next target was a junkyard with muppets, surprisingly no oscar. at the scene muppets were trying to flee an encroachment of the bad guys, so more shootouts. had to track down the mastermind of the conspiracy and end it with a big explosion. there was just enough time to break the 4th wall and have multiple endings, one of which of course had david bowie. i don't quite remember but there was a bad ending. the good endings i remember more clearly, sealing up the portals and going back to the station. i think that at the end there was a coffee or some sort of treat, hard to remember everything.
Post by: Superdorf on May 12, 2019, 08:56:53 pm
I saw a mighty orc run through the esophageal halls of Leviathan, laughing with a mad gleam in his eyes. A pack of baying hounds ran at his leash, hounds like enormous bulldogs, fantastical and savage. Somehow I knew this orc had been running thus for countless eons, seeking escape but never finding it.
Far behind, another orc ran, like unto the first-- but he was grim. There were no hounds at his leash, and no laughter in his throat. I knew him to be brother to the orc-who-laughed, and I knew the hounds belonged to him, and that Laughing Brother had stolen them. Grim Brother ran with desperate fury: I knew, and Grim Brother knew, that the hounds would die if they ran much longer, though they had run already for many centuries.
Laughing Brother drew the hound-pack to a stop suddenly, in a damp and living chamber. A puckered sphincter opened and closed in the wall: here, I knew, here, Laughing Brother knew, was the throat of Leviathan. Escape at last!
But now Grim Brother came, seeking vengeance for Laughing Brother's ancient crime; he clutched a loaded crossbow in his gnarled hand. Laughing Brother wheeled, and smiled. There was madness in the eyes of the brothers both.
The dream moved. I do not know how that alien scene ended. But when I saw Laughing Brother smile, the hounds sprawled exhausted about him, I knew in my heart that only one of the two orcs would escape Leviathan alive.
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Yeah, that was a weird night. My sleep cycle has been erratic lately.
Post by: Telgin on May 12, 2019, 11:44:15 pm
The dream ended after we shot the xenomorph a few times, but it wasn't dead yet. I'm pretty sure the dream actually continued past that point, but the memories were too hazy to solidify when I woke up.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on May 14, 2019, 03:02:17 am
I was playing Rimworld but somehow I could see it as a side-view point of view instead of from up-above, it was weird and everything was just a box.
Then I was in my old school and my female classmate let me touch her hair and she touched mine, we had a discussion on how to keep our hair soft and avoid it drying up.
aaaand... huh, I thought I remembered more when I woke up ten seconds later. Might edit later.
Post by: Rolan7 on May 22, 2019, 07:31:27 am
I was cycling through a rural area like my family used to do a lot, and kept noticing bits of semi-useful junk on the side of the road. I was dismissive at first but soon stopped, salvaging is fun and eco-friendly! But this piece (a pair of cracked shades?) was part of a "free yard sale". Quite a few people were milling around, ignoring me (I didn't exactly fit in with their rural aesthetic).
An odd plaque caught my attention. It featured a masonry tool, a commendation of the receiver's work, and a promise that its value was exactly $17.93. The arbitrary-ness was very funny to me, and I tried to point it out to the people. They chuckled a bit that I didn't understand, and agreed it certainly looked amusing out of context. They let me take it.
(I have a framed "golden" paintbrush my grandfather was awarded for his furniture work. He wasn't in the masons though. That honor goes to the other side of my family, which I'm visiting tomorrow for an uncle-in-law's funeral. It feels like they live in a different world sometimes. The "yard sale" was a little somber, but also just a normal part of life.)
Post by: itisnotlogical on May 23, 2019, 12:47:48 am
Also in the middle of this not-GF and I were supernatural detectives, like Scooby-Doo or maybe Supernatural. That was how we came into owning the house and solving the previous owner's death.
END
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 11, 2019, 05:32:43 pm
Post by: Yoink on June 11, 2019, 09:24:52 pm
Feeling inspired, I then began thinking up lyrics for a death metal song based on the story - and, amazingly, unlike so many other dreams I have woken up from, I actually remembered them upon waking up! Even added a second verse. Maybe if I ever get around to learning an instrument or two I'll record this bad boy. :)
* I'm sure this sort of thing has happened to me IRL on at least a couple of occasions, haha.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on June 12, 2019, 04:23:07 am
The vault then turned into a spaceship and we were flying trough space to colonize a new planet.
Somehow we landed in Brussels at the headquarters of European Union and the vault was no longer a spaceship but an airliner plane and was full of people.
The passengers were my old schoolmates from school and we were meant to protest against the EU passing some censorship laws.
Then a girl, probably leader of the group, asked me to participate in a possibly lethal guerrilla warfare attack against the parliament.
I was scared, very scared and without the consent of the group I escaped the engagement.
I felt like a traitor and a coward for not sticking to the group and what we stood for, or something.
Then I felt more depressed when I saw the whole group lying dead on a floor, gunned down by machine gun fire.
Then I was taken out by a sniper and I saw my body from third person.
Post by: Craftsdwarf boi on June 13, 2019, 05:39:16 am
Post by: Yoink on June 18, 2019, 03:33:03 am
From what I remember it began with this young wizard(?), or possibly wizard's apprentice, dying somehow and wandering the land (either the one he'd died in or an unfamiliar one) as a ghost. Then eventually his friends/accomplices/master from life contacted him by magic, informing him (from whatever plane of existence they themselves were on) that they were studying methods to bring him back.
At some point, well, they did - he was summoned back to life, either in the plane in which he lived or in some other, new world. From there the dream went on along similar lines, with these sorcerers continuing to subvert death and hop between planes, increasing their powers and gaining fresh knowledge amidst fantastic worlds, spooky shit and vile betrayals.
There was a cool battle scene in a forest at some point later on, in which the main character (whatever form they took at that point) was part of an ambush on a larger force, managing to hide himself in a crater after one of his compatriots jumped the gun, kind of literally, by firing (there were rifles, swords and other old-school melee weapons coexisting at this point for whatever reason) on the foe and alerting them. He (main character) was able to sneakily kill at least a couple of enemies with his sword as they neared his hiding place before being confronted by a huge troll with an also huge maul/warhammer.
At this point the dream became first-person and suddenly it was as though I myself was dodging and diving to avoid the sweeping, deadly strikes from this terrifying opponent - until after fighting for a while the troll ceased its attacks in favour of talking, and it became apparent that the two knew one another and had been staging their little duel - though I'm sure the damage done if one of those swings had hit me would have been real enough.
Later on there was some dramatic scene in a house, probably in yet another world/life, in which one or more of the sorcerers was living in apparent peace in a house they'd acquired with a few innocent folk, possibly a family they'd started. Then (the dream was third-person or movie-like again by this point) they were targeted by one of their treacherous comrades, in the form of a mustachioed man. He infiltrated their home and spoke to a young girl. He was apparently known to her and they were friendly enough - until she looked down, laughing, at a joke he'd made, and the immortal muttered "You know I loved you," produced a silenced pistol and shot her in the head.
The other sorcerer, unaware of this taking place but nonetheless wary of such an attack, perhaps getting a bad feeling, sent one of his other female cohabitants (whether a family member, another sorcerer or a trusted servant, I know not) to fetch the girl so they would all be in the same place, with safety in numbers. Alas, it was of course too late, and to my intense frustration and anguish as I watched (kind of like watching a horror film, yelling at the screen for the protagonists not to be so stupid) she met a similar fate.
I think they were picked off until only the two sorcerers remained, the one who lived there finally coming to the horrifying realisation of what must have happened, then just as he was rushing back into the house, adrenaline pumping, all signs pointing to an imminent duel between these two bitter rivals - the dream finally ended and I awoke.
There was a lot more to it that I've forgotten, plenty of feels and detail and magic and action, but I'm just glad I had this dream. Fascinating stuff.
Post by: scourge728 on June 18, 2019, 10:45:37 am
Post by: Dunamisdeos on June 22, 2019, 12:26:23 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on June 23, 2019, 10:15:32 am
Post by: Sebastian2203 on June 25, 2019, 03:27:07 am
The first dream happened deep in a dream, and boi it is so complicated I am still trying to piece it together because it feels like I just watched some movie trilogy.
First I go to Italy on a vacation with my family, then I somehow get kicked out of the hotel which leaves me homeless on the streets but because its summer and I am next to the ocean I give it no worry and go surfing with the waves and enjoying the pleasant weather.
Then I try to make contact with my homeless family too, we try to return to our home country to our house.
Which is locked, then something creepy happens in that my woke-up brain cant really describe.
There were um.. drawings on the wall and somebody was hidden behind those walls.
So me and my family organized something that looked like a SWAT team trying to bust into the house looking for drugs.
But instead of drugs we break walls to get to the person hidden in those walls.
Then my dream cuts to me watching somebody livestream and talking badly about cops.
The cops show up at his house in his livestream and ask him why does he possess so many lipsticks since he is a male.
He then answers: "To be honest, its just trash. Just trash."
Post by: Yoink on June 27, 2019, 01:00:31 am
Vaguely remember myself getting horribly lost on the way to visit a friend in hospital. I wandered around through the darkened streets, seemingly inspired by the terrain around the last place I lived in Melbourne, then eventually managed to make it there. I was there visiting for a bit, then at some point I think the dream sorta, partially shifted into the plot of a book I'd been reading. Reading in the dream, I mean.
To be honest I don't remember much from that point on, except that the main character was a young female and some other, more eccentric gal showed up (I believe they were both visiting a male friend, not my IRL friend, in the hospital). They all had a bit of a chat and then the newly arrived gal asked the guy what she could do to help, whereupon he made eyes at her and the two of them disappeared to another room - somehow that worked? And he could walk freely despite supposedly being in hospital? Maybe it wasn't hospital at this point, I dunno.
Anyway, the main character felt perhaps a slight pang of jealously remembering how she had once fallen for that same look he gave the other girl, but she just waited and went back to... reading a book, I think. I dunno.
At some point after that I was starring as myself again, at a house my family used to live at several years ago, getting mauled by some gigantic black cat. Like, much larger than a house cat (say, the size of a doberman or some shit) but smaller than an actual panther. It bit me on the wrist at one point and I wrestled it at the top of our back stairs, hoping to subdue it before it could slaughter any of our pets (which, incidentally, I believe were the pets my family has now, rather than the pets we had when we lived in that house).
Not entirely sure how that worked out, I believe we eventually got it under control (also we learned from a neighbour that the critter had smashed her chickens' eggs, and possibly the chickens themselves). The next part of the dream was far later, but apparently still related to the earlier scenes.
Whatever character I was was heading some mission through a foreign-ass country filled with bush and scrub, driving some sort of tank at least to begin with. I may have been playing a videogame (actually I think I was, for certain, but my memory is fading now so I can't be sure), blasting fools with the cannons and trying desperately to keep my team, all of whom I seemed to know, alive.
Alas, the place was filled with ambushes, our fanatical enemy seemingly quite willing to die just to get a shot at us. I'm not sure what kind of vehicle we were actually in, but it proved insufficient to protect its crew from the various weapons being fired at us. In a series of cinematic shots like one would expect from a film or game, I saw as each of my crew were picked off, some dying instantly, others bleeding profusely from wounds we had no hope of patching. Whoever I was in this part of the dream, he was greatly saddened by this.
The next scene I remember, I had apparently left the tank (possibly having reached my destination despite all/most of my companions being killed) and linked up with a few other folks I knew. Can't remember exactly what our mission was, but we had to traverse a large, valley-like area on foot, probably blowing shit up as we went. Actually, there were shallow-water boats involved too, I think parts of the terrain were rather marshy - also I believe at least some of the action involved us smuggling in explosives on a disguised boat or something along those lines.
At some point at least one of us had received medical attention from the local allied forces (kinda like the Iraqi army or something I guess, although I seem to remember other parts of the dream dating it to a much earlier era of history) and, once we were patched up, we set off.
I remember barely anything of this part, except we split up at one point and just a couple of my comrades were able to join me - one grizzled veteran dude and a (possibly local?) woman, who I believe had a great deal of importance to the mission, as a figurehead or diplomat or something.
As we set off again, I realised she was wounded and trying to hide it - she mentioned something off-hand about a bullet grazing her face during the earlier action and tried to shrug it off, but we quickly realised she was more seriously injured than she seemed. Before long, the two of us were carrying her, unsure of the extent of her injuries, lacking medical training ourselves, and frantically trying to get her to the nearest field hospital or similar where she might receive medical attention.
I don't remember whether we got there or not, but it is kind of a moot point since all of a sudden the sky was filled with noise, the buzzing of engines, and myself and whoever I was with barely had time to realise what it was and throw ourselves deep into the nearest thicket of uninhabited bush before the enemy's (?) airforce began bombing the hell out of the villages and pastures we'd been traveling through. They seemed to level the whole place, as I huddled to the ground and tried my best to cover my eyes, ears and head at the same time as shrapnel whizzed through the forest.
Much later, it somehow became apparent than one of our supposed friends - the more-eccentric gal from the much earlier part of the dream - had actually sold us out. Another character accused her of having the second sight and using it for evil, and apparently when we received medical attention during the mission the medic had actually been an enemy agent; removing a hidden note from within her body which gave his commanders coordinates/instructions on where to bomb. Weird.
Unfortunately I can't remember what turned out to be true or what anyone did about it, because at around that point I woke up. Alas.
Edit: oh! Also! I just remembered, at least part of the dream was supposedly the book and/or comic I'd been reading. I seemed to wake up briefly a few times towards the end of this dreaming sesh and, somehow realising that I was on my way to wakefulness, took the precaution of screenshotting a panel of the comic so that I'd remember it upon awakening. Yeah, great plan, brain!
Unsurprisingly, the screenshot didn't exist upon my IRL phone once I woke up for real, but I did remember the title of the comic which was included in a sort of watermark under the panel I'd grabbed a picture of: Twins-Feet comic. Apparently it does not exist! Big surprise there. If I remembered more of the plot perhaps I would try recreating it myself.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 04, 2019, 10:55:17 pm
I placed a hollow dry tree stump under the sun as my cauldron to help warm it up, while I started doing my best to ignite the dry brush I had thrown in by rapidly drilling the bark with a solid stick. This goes on for about 7 hours until the sun is going down, when I see embers. I blow gently to help the embers grow into the tiny flickerings of a flame, which threatened to go in and out of existence at any moment.
A small child at this point tried blowing out my fire and I pushed him with one hand, continuing to grow the flame with the other. After a few nerve wracking moments where the main fire died out and I only had a fire on a stick to reignite it, I managed to get the flame roaring and magnificent. This is also the time when the kid and his father return, bringing with them a policeman with a baton.
The policeman tells me I didn't have a fire license, I told him I wasn't in London nor was he, but the policeman insisted we follow the bans of the fell bureaucratic nightmare of old. Not desiring to be hit on the head, I relented and gave up my hard work, pouring buckets of water on my fire. Unexpectedly, a black and white rabbit jumped out of the fire completely unharmed or even so much as speckled in ash. The policeman searched for the unlicensed magician operating on the island while the kid's father asked if I wanted to have a friendly chat.
I first thought to tell the man to fuck off because he was responsible for killing my fire, yet I decided instead to be polite and talk to him. He appeared remorseful for killing my fire and just wanted to make sure his son was ok, and turned out to be a decent fellow. Dream ends there
Post by: TD1 on July 08, 2019, 08:02:14 am
It was horrible.
Post by: Yoink on July 08, 2019, 11:24:20 pm
Pretty sure that was a dream within a dream, though, since I remember later on describing it to someone in a modern setting.
(Fakeedit: oh and I just remembered something about this dream, there was some other plot element about a young woman going through various dreadful hardships... can't remember any details now but I think perhaps my immortal self was there to follow her story. /eddit)
There was another dream somewhere in the middle where I was supposed to be going home via late-night train and then heading somewhere else - work? Appointment? Visit family? Who knows - the next morning, but there was also a gig on that I really wanted to see.
I think I ended up making the unrealistic decision of going to the gig anyway (despite it most definitely being pretty much over by the time I got there, I guess maybe I just wanted to socialise) and then trying to get where I needed to be in time the next morning. Definitely seemed directly inspired by certain common, real-life stressors of mine, heh.
There were various surreal shenanigans at this dreamt-up train station, including a rather unpleasant part where I was taking my time getting on the train when it started beeping, meaning its departure was imminent - and then as I tried to rush through the doors it was like I was swimming through molasses or something, even getting just pulled backwards cruelly by some unseen force.
That happened a fair few times before I finally made it aboard, I think. Gee, thanks brain. ::)
Spoiler: Make-believe space marines (click to show/hide)
Post by: Yoink on July 15, 2019, 11:12:00 pm
So, there was this terminally ill man nearing the end of his days. He seemed to be loosely based on someone I know IRL but have never been close with, sort of like a reverse stepfather - that is, the father of my older half-siblings.
I don't think I was close to him in this dream, either, but for some reason he requested that I came along with my half-siblings to spend time with him in his final days. Who was I to deny a dying man his wish?
So I went, and it was as bleak as you might expect despite the guy putting on a brave face. I was surprised at how devastated I felt about it all, I was railing against the failures of modern medicine for allowing this to happen, occasionally fighting back tears, that sort of thing. I don't remember that much of the dream, but you get the idea. Sad stuff.
At one point, though, we were all sitting around in a more light-hearted mood, having a rare non-illness-related conversation.
Somehow, we'd gotten onto the topic of amusement park rides, and the sick guy was telling us that he couldn't stand the sensation of being carried.
One of his sons said, "Well, we'll have to arrange for yours to have some wheels, then."
Y'know. Referring to his coffin.
Shocked laughter burst out after a brief silence, punctuated by a "fuck you!" from the dying man before he too joined in the laughter.
Other than that the dream was all pretty sad and it has kinda fucked up my mood for the day even more than it was likely to be already, but I'm glad there was at least some memorable humour in there.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on July 16, 2019, 09:24:40 am
Post by: Cthulhu on July 22, 2019, 10:35:04 am
Set your alarm for 90 minutes before you normally wake up, try to get 6-7 hours of sleep before. Dont get dressed or turn the lights on, chill out on a chair, browse twitter, and vape. That sounds weird, but it works. Nicotine is kind of a stimulant and a depressant at the same time, and if you hit it hard in that fifteen minutes before you go back to bed I think it wakes you up enough to go lucid without making it hard to sleep.
Go back to bed while your head's spinning from the morning nicotine rush and think about lucid dreaming, visualize it.
Post by: scourge728 on July 23, 2019, 02:15:20 pm
Post by: Imic on July 25, 2019, 01:20:46 am
Post by: Rolan7 on July 26, 2019, 12:24:19 am
I realized I was dreaming, but wondered if I was visiting the place as some sort of astral projection. I explained all this to the priest, who expressed a preference for not being a figment of my imagination.
I told him I earnestly hoped so as well.
Edit: I lucid dream relatively often, but this is also not the first time I've confronted a dream-character with their own... immateriality? And been desperate for their reaction.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 26, 2019, 12:40:21 am
The other friend had been swimming the wrong way, losing track of which way was up, and with new direction and a little more power from their friend, they were able to kick their way up against the river's lower current. The perspective changed at this point to only focus on one of the boys, as the other friend was shouting to just keep kicking as the two held hands fiercely and swam to the river bank - so close, yet kept so far by the current.
Eventually they make it onto the riverbank, at which point the hero kid goes looking for the "friend" who pushed them, but he runs away. The last friend meanwhile begins crying and she starts saying she should've dived in or thought of some other way to help, to which the POV character pushes themselves off the muddy riverbank and replies;
'Don't say that, it makes it sound like I'm dead, but I'm still here.' She remained to watch the sunset until the hero friend came back with some police and they all went home, but the POV character was left alone.
Puzzled, the POV character was startled into action with the appearance of some ghostly apparitions. They were elongated, like a person had been stretched out, and they caught the moonlight as it shone through them. At the end of each long arm, ending in sleeves which entirely covered their hands (it was hard to tell if they had hands at all), two long chains dangled from their ends.
Seeing such a startling sight they ran away as fast as they could, the apparitions clearly trying to corner & apprehend him, like a beast being hunted. Yet the kid knew the area as a local only could and so could always just barely keep one step ahead. Crashing into one of the apparitions, it swung its chains at him, missing barely. The chains wrapped around a street lamp in the narrow alleyway, realising it was stuck, the kid ran up to the angelic apparition and stole a sword from its scabbard, shanking the thing.
The angel went poof, leaving behind the chains, which the kid used to swing from building to building, closely pursued by the rest of the hunting pack. The kid was not as good nor as fast at climbing as the lanky angels, and they would steadily gain ground on him. At one moment an angel managed to wrap its chain around the kid's right chain, but the kid just let go of it and let the angel fall. It hit the ground but seem unfazed, climbing back up immediately.
This war of attrition continue with the kid losing his sword and his last chain, but as he jumped from building to building he began to grow more aware that this was extraordinary feats of athletics from someone who just nearly drowned, and he wasn't even the slightest bit tired even after he was exhausted from the river. He thought this as he scaled down the side of an apartment building, confirming his thoughts completely.
Morning had broken by the time he reached the shopping complex. There the angels blended into the crowd of humans, and the kid set about looking for anything to use to defend himself. One angel grabbed the kid but got stabbed for his troubles, but the arrival of four more sealed off every route of escape - except jumping over a balcony. The kid reckons they can jump off the balcony and grab onto the side of one of the railings and hopefully not fall to their death, but one of the angels successfully grabs him. He uses a can of deodorant and a lighter to persuade the angel to drop him.
At this point the kid falls four storeys onto the ground but is shocked to be completely all right, despite every survival instinct kicking in to try and find a way out. Along the way down the kid notices two demons hiding in the crowd, but the demons don't intervene to help or hinder him, they just observe. The kid steals a watergun and runs into a little organic bakery, filling the watergun with organic oil whilst barricading the front door.
Outside the bakery an angel and demon are talking about the kid learning that gravity didn't hurt anymore, and the angel is accusing the demon of telling the kid that, while the demon said it considered telling the kid - but the kid discovered on his own. The angel continued by saying that one of them had to take the kid, to which the demon said the shadow parliament obliges.
Cut to the kid flammenwerfing the demon with the organic oil thrower, but the demon is almost completely unaffected by the fire, and begins strangling the kid. The kid stabs the demon in its left eye, to which the demon laughs and says it still has its first & third eye (it opens its third eye at this point). From there, the perspective changes to a second demon. She tells the first demon that it's eye for an eye and pulls out a stiletto dagger, taking the winded-kid and placing him against a mirror, which she called a glass. Yet rather than stabbing the kid's eye out, she stabbed the demon's third eye, making it inconsolably pissed off.
The two ran away through the store's back door whilst a small host of angels and demons kicked through the barricade, much to the alarm of the shoppers.
Post by: Rolan7 on August 03, 2019, 10:00:47 am
The game was Starship Troopers but without the sci fi (so just fascism) and was actually a dream I had just finished. I had been an eager soldier just out of training, taking a long train ride to the front, when one of us died to an equipment malfunction. We had to return home and attend a funeral where a propagandist lauded our comrade's many victories against the enemy. At the end, agents roamed the pews confiscating notepads and laptops, trying to catch people who'd dared to take notes on the lies. I managed to hide my laptop just in time but they were on to me.
But yeah apparently (in the next dream) all that was an FMV game, Hbomberguy starred in it, and Retsupurae riffed it, and the Algorithm did something really perplexing with that data.
Post by: Superdorf on August 03, 2019, 10:15:19 am
Senders of chain letters.
Pooh would hunt down the chain-letterers, slaughter 'em... then he would cut their fingers off and stuff 'em into the fluff of his left ear as trophies.
That... that was a long night. And a strange night.
Mostly a strange night.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on August 03, 2019, 12:37:35 pm
Post by: Yoink on August 03, 2019, 12:54:45 pm
This guy, who I believe was my son-in-law or some shit, got home with his kids after having stopped at McDonald's or something to get food and their raucous behaviour completely destroyed any hope I had left of getting some work done. Also, that dickhead had apparently misappropriated a bunch of my pages (not sure if they were actually my writing or resources I'd printed, but it was infuriating either way) for his own stupid purposes, which was the last straw. So I decided "fuck it", stormed out, got in my car and drove to the nearest McDonald's myself, where I ordered... a bunch of stuff, probably involving hash browns, and had a fleeting-yet-pleasant interaction with the cute gal who took my order - a brief glimpse of friendliness in this harsh and uncaring dreamscape.
Then I got my food, left and went on my way. This city I lived in appeared unlike any city I can remember being in IRL. It was beautiful, for one thing. Tonnes of old buildings from various eras when architecture was still worth a damn, in a wide, hodgepodge variety of styles that somehow all meshed together very nicely, though perhaps with a slight preponderance (I can't word good right now I'm half asleep, wtf does that even mean) of imposing, harsh buildings of dark stone.
I was walking along admiring all this when it occurred to me that I'd been walking for a bloody long time and I began to wonder if the dream was maybe glitched or something, when it hit me that oh shit, I drove here didn't I? Not exactly walking distance, either, apparently.
So I turned around and began hoofing it back towards the damn Maccas to get my car, but before I could get there I was woken up.
So yeah, that was a bit weird.
Anyway I'm about to go sleep again now so maybe I'll dream some more stupid shit.
Post by: Rolan7 on August 04, 2019, 04:16:31 am
IRL we met 6 random people at the event and they
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 04, 2019, 06:14:38 am
How does one occupy half of a spatial dimension?
Post by: Rolan7 on August 04, 2019, 05:35:28 pm
Example of a Doom cacodemon, gore warning (though it's blue blood): https://orig00.deviantart.net/b44c/f/2015/215/1/7/hellcaco_sprite_sheet_by_omegalore-d943qna.png
As you move around such a 2.5D sprite, they "rotate" by jumping between the limited set of sprites. It's a very noticeable effect but it can be nostalgic sometimes.
Point was the massive crowds of people at the mall yesterday felt kinda illusory and artificial. Speaking with individuals made them "become" real to me. Nothing super insightful, but the visual metaphor was neat in a trippy way.
I was kinda surprised to see my post though. I only got 4 hours of sleep last night and I apparently woke up 1 hour in, posted that, and went back to sleep. I sorta remember but not clearly. Probably because I was very busy after I woke up, which causes dreams to drift away even faster than usual.
Post by: Yoink on August 11, 2019, 07:46:09 pm
Post by: Dunamisdeos on August 12, 2019, 07:00:37 pm
I remember barely anything of what I believe was a rather long and detailed dream, but I do know that reggae punk seems like a pretty solid idea.
reggae punk seems like a pretty solid idea. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RR26J-dDzc)
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 12, 2019, 07:42:03 pm
I thought the link would lead to an example of Reggae punkI remember barely anything of what I believe was a rather long and detailed dream, but I do know that reggae punk seems like a pretty solid idea.
reggae punk seems like a pretty solid idea. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RR26J-dDzc)
Post by: Dunamisdeos on August 12, 2019, 08:21:31 pm
I thought the link would lead to an example of Reggae punkI remember barely anything of what I believe was a rather long and detailed dream, but I do know that reggae punk seems like a pretty solid idea.
reggae punk seems like a pretty solid idea. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RR26J-dDzc)
[ohmygod.wav intensifies]
Post by: Autohummer on August 14, 2019, 03:34:27 am
I found myself a NATO peacekeeper patrolling Mufasa's kingdom with as a squad of four. HQ called in, saying that Mufasa the Lion King needs a ride to see the vet, and I was to drive a humvee with my team to pick him up. HQ reminded us that we were dealing with royalty and so must behave ourselves.
I drove to the rock where the King showed Simba to his animal citizens and three of us played with little Simba a bit as our medic helped his father climb onboard. After checking to make sure everyone has fastened their seat belts, we set off to the vet waiting at the base. On the way we drove down a cliffside road, I saw a glowing, yellow thing flying out of the trees at my direction.
"RPG!" I screamed and severed hard to evade the rocket.
Meanwhile, the camera switches to Fang's perspective, as I see him putting down a smoking RPG-7. He waved a hand-sign and his hyena insurgents ran at the humvee, which was blown off the cliff.
When I came to, my entire squad was dead except me. Mufasa was crushed under the wreck and was bleeding profusely. I tried to do first aid, but I lamented to myself that I was not a vet. I fished around the wreck and found a half-broken radio to call for CASEVAC, my only response was a few garbled words about HQ being under attack and the rest was unintelligible hyena noises. Then Mufasa bled out.
It was then I thought it might be prudent to look around. The hyenas surrounded the wreck, and were hungry for flesh. All I had was a Vector .45 with no spare mags, so I shot some hyenas, and ran downstream along the river with more hyenas chasing after me. Then I woke up.
Last night's dream was simpler. I left behind a bunch of tortoises after eating at a restaurant and had to go back to pick them up, but along the way I kept on finding out that I had left behind more tortoises than I first thought.
Post by: scourge728 on August 14, 2019, 10:55:07 am
Post by: Autohummer on August 15, 2019, 12:59:59 am
Is Fang from some lion king spin-off, or did you mean Scar
(checks wiki) good work, subconscious, you managed to mix references so well that I have no idea why Scar changed his name to Fang. Seriously, subconscious, how did you come up with Fang?
Meanwhile, no dreams today but a complete blackout, punctuated by WhatsApp notifications.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 15, 2019, 07:20:12 am
Post by: Eric Blank on August 16, 2019, 12:24:10 am
Post by: Yoink on August 18, 2019, 08:26:06 pm
There was magic, violence, banishments, resurrections, reconnaissance, infiltrations, dreadful losses and hard-fought victories, and of course the occasional hapless mortal getting caught up in it all.
I wish I could remember more, but I think I'd already forgotten most of the details when I awoke, needing to pee and by the time I'd answered that call of nature, alas.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 18, 2019, 08:37:29 pm
Don't remember much, but I had a fascinating dream involving demons/immortals and possibly those who hunted them, and the ancient, secret struggle between various factions of such.What if you think about this post tonight, maybe your brain can continue where you left off?
There was magic, violence, banishments, resurrections, reconnaissance, infiltrations, dreadful losses and hard-fought victories, and of course the occasional hapless mortal getting caught up in it all.
I wish I could remember more, but I think I'd already forgotten most of the details when I awoke, needing to pee and by the time I'd answered that call of nature, alas.
Post by: Yoink on August 19, 2019, 12:27:01 pm
I'll give it a shot, though. Thinking of it now and about to sleep. Here goes nothing!
Post by: pisskop on August 21, 2019, 05:54:05 am
I've always placed high -but not the top- of every test/lottery/ranking I've taken part in, and I've always dealt with people who place higher than I do in ways that are less than ideal. I've never tried to be the best at anything, but to have a dream in which I feel inferior, or am forced to recognize my own failings is never a good feeling.
Post by: pikachu17 on August 21, 2019, 12:23:20 pm
Then I was fighting a ninja on a castle using what was basically airbending.
Then Space-Godzilla arrived and I had to flee from him into space, and then use my airbending (somehow.) to knock Space-Godzilla into a giant prison. I recall both the first and second occurrences of this part of the dream; The first time was much more scary, feeling like I was one desperate airblast away from death; The second time was like, "Oh, better knock SpaceGodzilla into the prison quickly." It was like the difference between playing a horror game for the first time, and speedrunning it.
Then after that the space-prison was invaded by parasitic aliens, and I was a crazy badass old man from a non-existant Markiplier LetsPlay. The first time I had this dream I basically had a cutscene of Markiplier's end of the story, while the second time around I skipped that cutscene, and I woke up before I could meet Markiplier's character again.
Why this dream reoccurred I have no idea.
Post by: Rolan7 on September 04, 2019, 02:56:56 am
I was abducted by the Dark Brotherhood (of The Elder Scrolls) to play Pokemon GO competitive battles so as to lure more people into their ambushes, somehow.
Silly, right?
Spoiler: CW: syringes, drugs (click to show/hide)
I've had so many disturbing dreams, but this is one of the few where I woke up actively terrified. Breathing fast, unwilling to risk going back to sleep.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on September 04, 2019, 09:31:24 am
this is so stupidOdd
I was abducted by the Dark Brotherhood (of The Elder Scrolls) to play Pokemon GO competitive battles so as to lure more people into their ambushes, somehow.
Silly, right?Spoiler: CW: syringes, drugs (click to show/hide)
I've had so many disturbing dreams, but this is one of the few where I woke up actively terrified. Breathing fast, unwilling to risk going back to sleep.
Maybe they were having you place lures at a Pokestop near their location? Mugging IRL happened sometimes when lures were placed at abandoned gas stations. Luckily, dreams tend not to continue where the previous dream ended, so tonight might not be as terrifying.
Post by: Autohummer on September 04, 2019, 02:29:09 pm
Nightmare #1
Spoiler: blood and gore (click to show/hide)
Nightmare #2
I forgot most of what happened, but in the end of that dream I lost many important files on a computer with an OS that looks like Ace Combat 5's menus.
Nightmare #3
I find myself in a city that is about to be engulfed in a tsunami. People are running everywhere in panic. I buy some emergency supplies at a convenience store and receive a clockwork silver coin as change. I pocket the coin. I join a pregnant woman and her husband as they sought safety. They suggested going down near the seaside, I told them that is the worst place to be and pointed at a high hill, on top of which is an extremely tall skyscraper, which is a "Zen Buddhist Church", although the front entrance looks more like the Floating Torii at Ryukyu. We go in and the people inside let us and many other refugees take shelter in the heavily-fortified building. However, as we go up, we find we have been led into a trap, where we had to perform increasingly difficult tasks in order to continue. I woke up after having to run from buzzsaws.
Post by: Bumber on September 04, 2019, 04:16:52 pm
However, as we go up, we find we have been led into a trap, where we had to perform increasingly difficult tasks in order to continue. I woke up after having to run from buzzsaws.
Was it a game show?
Post by: Autohummer on September 05, 2019, 01:14:22 am
Post by: Yoink on September 05, 2019, 05:37:18 am
Different parts of what was probably the same dream, but they're all I recall.
Post by: SquatchHammer on September 05, 2019, 02:07:47 pm
Had a weird fucking dream.
Quick back story, last few weeks I had watched a ton of anime and a few Japanology YouTube videos (a show about Japanese culture) mainly because I finally was getting in a better mindset of late.
So in the dream I was working at an engineering firm as a prototype machinist and we just got a contract with a Japanese firm to build a couple of things (I don't work at an engineering firm FYI). I originally was delegated to the menial jobs for that project, which I didn't care because it had to be done. After a few meetings between the two head engineers from the Japanese company and the team working on the job I suddenly was able to do more. I figured it was an increase of pace in the timeline so didn't think much of it.
Now the dream fast forwards a bit to where the two companies had merged and I was one of the few machinists left. Most of the others could not handle the culture gap and just rather make parts. I liked what the job entails either way and stuck it out.
Now I am working under the supervision of the Japanese engineer who was the original designer of the project. He was surprised by my knowledge of both my skills and of Japanese culture. Apparently not many American machinists he has meet even watch anime let alone know a basic knowledge of their culture.
Near the end of the dream, I got in an argument with a lower level engineer that was sore about me being so heavily involved with his supervisor's project and couldn't understand why his boss liked me so much. He goated me into a little political talk which he was surprised to hear my thoughts. He wasn't expecting someone to look at politics as an abstract thought instead of being a personal thought which would bring about an emotional backlash. I was talked to by my supervisor after and I did admit I was a little pissed about the guy trying to get a rise out of me. I just want to get the job done correctly and the understudy hated my guts.
Come to find out the supervisor was saying praises about me to the other engineer about how I was able to do more than an average machinist and for a random American that was able to understand how to handle the Japanese mindset. That's where it ended but I had a feeling that I was about to ask the other engineer exactly how he felt about me and why he wanted to fuck with my job when we were in it together.
Only reason why this dream made me go wtf was how realistic it felt.
Post by: SquatchHammer on September 21, 2019, 03:47:16 pm
The dream started with a little blur but it cleared up to where I was in a massive gathering for some reason. I felt like I wasnt supposed to be there since there was a ton of celebrities even though I was invited. I was just wandering around the place when I had encountered Bill sitting next to a small woman talking about something. Well he grabbed my hand saying I know you and we had met before. His demeanor was different, it was almost like Dr. Strange mixed with Keith Ledgers Joker. I was panicking that I never met Bill before until I remembered it was a chance encounter that I seen him in Lansing at a sci fi convention (this never really happened irl but it was a weird dream) and made an impression on him.
At this point, his lady was starting to sound a little bored and a little frisky for Bill so we parted. The dream had suddenly switched over to my place and around the neighborhood where there was a huge amount of jewellery, artwork, and various other items strewn about while Bill was going from person to person telling them what to do.
He comes up to me and states he needs to start packing for a trip and needs my help with getting all this stuff ready while in the background his mistress is giddy with seeing all the jewellery and other high value items. I yelled at her to come to her senses, that Bill was only using her and would not care if she dies.
She just giggled and ran off to another pile to inspect it. I myself had suddenly figured out how and why Bill had amassed a large collection of stuff was due to he was the thief the world was looking for but also figured out that he manipulated people through their personalities to make them do what ever he wants. I was the only one to be able to break the spell.
By that time, a police helicopter started to fly overhead with a sniper (looking back on it, it was literally a wtf moment because why would they send just a sniper). He started to try to shoot Bill to incapacitate him. I dived for cover but his mistress, probably just completely gone in the head by that point, had just walked in front of Bill while the sniper shot. I didnt see it but I knew that she was dead because how she just fell in front of me, I only saw her legs but no one falls that hard conscious. I was in a rage now since I had feeling for her and grabbed Bill and dragged him over to me yelling at him why he do that. He was surprised how I broke his control over me and then he realized something. He said that due to my self esteem, confidence, and feeling of self worth was so low that I was able to convince myself that why would someone like Bill would even think of needing my help. (Those three are still a big over all problem in my head but not as bad as it used to be.) That point I started to ballroom dance with him to get him in easy window for the sniper to shoot him. I was in so much pain of loosing his mistress I didnt care that I could be shot as well. I finally led him through dancing for the police to get a clear shot if I wasnt standing in front of him. I gave them the signal it was okay to shoot through me and they did. Thats when I woke up.
Post by: §k on September 23, 2019, 07:58:05 am
So I had the weirdest dream last night. It was about how Bill Nye the Science Guy was the greatest and most wanted thief in the world.
We might say this dream is Freudian.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 23, 2019, 11:37:24 am
Post by: Haspen on September 26, 2019, 01:23:28 am
This time I was in the neighbourhood, when some black kid stormed the local assembly place of sorts, and proclaimed himself the new God. That of course incurred lots of 'boos' from local, properly-Christian people, so his follower-group-of-thugs quickly asserted his dominance by copious use of shotguns against the civilians. This being Poland, it had plenty of effect.
He then declared that we will be his 'Noah' people, and he mentally caused a terrible storm that flooded the world.
What I assume was 'few years later', we were now living in half-flooded apartment blocks, connected with each other by balconies, repurposed pipes and pontoon bridges. There was no government, only the Kid God and his police state, which murdered dissenters and burned books to keep information from the masses. I was helping some foreign guys living with me scavenge for supplies - first some food, then some bullets (which turned out to be damp and useless).
Then I was talking with the Old Master about all the flood and how to stop the God (the kid, that's it) and his oppressive police-state. He told me to look into old struggles of worker class and bourgeoise (??), but before I could ask him to clarify, there was an unannounced search raid by the police (the Old Master quickly fled, while I was caught).
Unfortunately in the backpack, I was carrying lots of books, so the police lieutenant told me to pick my favorite author (I picked some manga translator, apparently?) and we ventured to the nearest un-official bookstore. There I had to point out all the books of the author (he had vast portfolio, from hentai anime, to light novels, to some medieval story translations hardbooks), and the lieutenant then pulled all the books i pointed out of the shelves and onto a big pile.
I assume there was going to be book-burning, but my alarm clock woke me up.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on September 27, 2019, 04:06:03 am
Post by: Yoink on September 28, 2019, 07:19:07 pm
Like, it seemed to me as though the damage was irreversible, there was rubbish absolutely everywhere one looked, it was basically time to give up on the place and leave it as a monument to waste, but to my amazement I saw a brave soul going along with some high-tech trash vacuum and realised people were actually gonna try and fix this.
I went up to talk to this person, whom I quickly realised was a female and a highly attractive one - who seemed to be regarding me with the same practised disdain I am usually treated with in such situations, although considering the horrible, almost apocalyptic mess she was trying to deal with perhaps she just didn't really have time to talk. *shrug*
Anyway! I was asking something about the cleaning equipment and what they were supposed to do if they accidentally sucked up these little animal feeding devices at ground level around the park (where we were).
I can't remember her answer (I don't think it was a big a deal as I'd imagined), but as we spoke, with me proceeding to offer praise for taking on the impossibly daunting task of cleaning things up, a bird approached her.
I think it was either a cockatoo or a pelican or something in between, I dunno. It came quite close to her - I believe she paused to feed it something? - and it was all rather cute, the two of us humans definitely shared a nice little "aww" moment, although after a moment I noticed a glint in the bird's eye that I didn't like.
In fact, its whole body language seemed to become rather aggressive. I was juuuust about to say something to warn her once I finished my queue of things to say, but before I could finish whatever drivel I was going on with the bird suddenly plunged its sharp, vicious beak into her lovely, defenceless, inexplicably-not-housed-in-sensible-enclosed-footwear foot.
She screamed and sprang backwards, but the bird pursued her as though in some kind of blood rage. I scrambled to do something to help, but before I could react the bird had struck again, this time pecking her on the hand.
Perhaps it was the evident urgency of the situation, with her seeming to be in mortal danger at the hands (claws? Beak?) of this crazy bird, but my rescue plan was perhaps not all that well thought-out.
I grabbed the nearest thing to hand - another, slightly smaller bird, a seagull I believe - and smacked this bloodthirsty avian assassin as hard as I could with it.
This did indeed drive the creature off, but now we had a new problem and one I was to blame for - two birds in various stages of borked and doubtless requiring veterinary attention, and as for the girl, well, now that her moment of mortal peril had passed she was free to glower at and berate me for such a thoughtless act.
Great. I mean sure, smacking birds with birds kinda went against the whole trying to clean up the recently devastated environment thing, but I feel like I did the best I could with what came to hand, y'know?
Maybe she just didn't like needing help. Fair enough.
Anyway, the dream ended there, with us making vague plans on what to do with those poor birds (one of whom had a visibly busted wing rendering it unable to fly off and GTFO) as dusk rolled in across the park.
Tl;dr, the city had been covered with trash and I got talking to this cute volunteer making an admirable effort to clean things up when suddenly she was attacked by a crazed pelican or some shit and in the heat of the moment I swiftly beat it with another bird and probably irreparably damaged whatever microscopic chances I may have had with her, considering we were out to save the planet and now had two broken birds for the price of one.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on September 29, 2019, 12:03:14 pm
Post by: SQman on October 01, 2019, 03:19:19 am
It started with the Skyranger dropping the squad, including a MEC trooper, on a moving train. The MEC then proceeded to punch a "deep one" that was actually a TFTD gillman off the train, then the squad got inside. There they discovered a corpse of a woman, and then the central commander asked if that was the person they were looking for. A woman, most likely the head scientist, explained that it was likely one of many clones of the famous bioenhineer, and that DNA samples from the clone would help XCOM find the original.
Later it all moved to a container ship that was under attack by aliens. A MEC trooper was fighting a huge fish-reptile monster (tasoth?). He managed to knock the alien down with his kinetic strike, but couldn't finish it off. I had him just toss the unconscious monster to the sea and call it a day.
Then a stat screen like that from original X-Com appeared, presenting results of rhe mission. There was more, but I don't remember.
I played X-Piratez before sleep, so I know exactly where all that came from.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on October 04, 2019, 07:57:56 am
Post by: ggamer on October 04, 2019, 09:08:51 am
I find a room and lay down, trying to nap for about thirty minutes. Before I can, one of those acquaintances goes into the room next to mine (I had left the door open bc I was so tired, I guess) where another person is sleeping, and they start having sex. Loud, obnoxious, filtered through bonkers dream logic sex. In my dream before I fall asleep the last thing I think is that as soon as we land I'm getting a new fucking house, cause this bitch is being sooooo inconsiderate.
I wake up in a daze, noticing I had slept for about four hours. I start to notice that the daze has more in common with when you're about to pass out from blood loss than just waking up, and I look down. My left hand is mangled, the thumb is swollen to two or three times its normal size, and my index and pinky look purple and raw, like they're frostbitten. I go outside to tell someone about this, and we're back on earth. I ask one of my friends how we got back and he said "I dunno." "Man, what the hell does that mean?"
"One of the rooms was damaged, now it's not operating properly. Professor (college prof) wanted to run the repairs, but none of us would respond so she brought it down using the automatic systems." "What does that mean for us?" "I dunno."
And then I woke up! That's right, my dreams are feeding me fucking gainax endings now :'(
Post by: Rolan7 on October 04, 2019, 10:55:37 pm
She shook her head, which surprised me, but she seemed interested.
"Well, it's great! Until the dream ends. That feeling on waking up... Having a connection like that, it feeling perfectly real, and then realizing it never existed- it hurts. Almost physically."
The thought somehow hadn't even crossed my mind. I was just using it as a metaphor.
"I'm not afraid of that with you. I know we're going to be okay."
We smiled and walked on.
I woke up groaning, trying to say something, memories floating away. I didn't know how the dream ended, just what I had lost. Again. How had I not seen it?? How could I fall for it again? I am skilled at recognizing dreams, I just hadn't wanted to see. Disgraceful.
I was in a room with several children, their father sitting over me with a smirk. Waking me up to help with chores. Apparently I had been sleeptalking, saying her name... He said it back to me, mockingly, but I can't remember it now.
The rest of the dream isn't really relevant. Mostly involved taking care of these kids (little cousins, I think) who were pretty awful, but nothing extraordinary. Later (realizing the dream) I chased/was chased by a bogeyman through a dark decaying structure, where doors opened into solid rock walls or dark cramped packages. Eventually I woke myself up, having had time to think about that feeling I've loved and lost in so many dreams.
It's not a realist relationship, after all. It's not something that would be healthy with another person. It's a true unity that only really makes sense within one's psyche. A self-acceptance.
Post by: Yoink on October 05, 2019, 12:20:40 am
We didn't ask too many questions (we were on holiday) and piled into a van with him and set off. We traveled through a semi-rural mountain range and reached our destination - this old-looking, moss-covered stone structure, like some kinda temple or fort. Apparently it had been converted into a base for insurgents of some kind, and all of a sudden K had us suiting up, arming ourselves with an arsenal that had apparently been in the van this whole time and following his lead to infiltrate the place.
Our stealthy infiltration had... various levels of success, but bottom line is we made it inside and were able to paint accurate coordinates to call in an airstrike on the base. There was actually a large courtyard inside the structure, in which were various (also very old) buildings built out of wood and decorated in an intriguing traditional fashion. I'm not sure if they'd been a market or what, but now they became the scene of various running gun-battles.
Anyway, we fought/fled our way back outside, miraculously without having lost anyone. As we neared the exit, at one point I stopped in this spot where I could see into one of the main corridors leading outside through this screen of foliage, which looked kinda like Old Man's Beard or whatever it's called (you know, that weird dry dangly stuff that grows on certain trees in certain climates?).
From this position I was able to not only cover the others, but gun down three hostiles at close range as they came sprinting down the hall after us.
After we were out and scrambling into the van, somebody radioed whoever we were working for with the co-ords and almost at once an aircraft shot by overhead and a single bomb came down, slamming into the compound with devastating and spectacular effect. The ancient, moss-choked masonry crumbled in parts, and when the dust cleared I realised I could see the wooden structures inside still standing. I pointed this out, thinking it was a problem, but according to K our aim was to destroy the rest of the complex without also destroying those, ostensibly since they had some great historical or spiritual value - and weren't of much use to the enemy, anyway.
We sped off, exhilarated with victory. Chattering excitedly, I asked (somewhat belatedly) if we were, in fact, getting paid for what we'd just done and K said yes, we were heading back to receive our pay now. I was pretty stoked about that, since it meant that we were literally now mercenaries! How badass.
As we made our way back down the mountain range excitement died down a little, though the group was still in a great mood. We passed a little cluster of ramshackle stores and my eagle-eyed gaze spied what appeared to be some VHS tapes! We stopped the van and got out, unarmed and peaceful this time, to investigate.
We wandered into this little open-air store and I went straight for one of these wire baskets where I'd spotted the "tape". To my disappointment, it turned out to actually just be the artwork from the VHS version of some obscure foreign film printed on an abnormally large, strangely square DVD case. I flipped through a stack of different DVDs and it was the same story, no actual tapes to be found. Damn.
Oh well, we still enjoyed ourselves perusing this weird little mountainside shop and its selection of films, wares, snacks and pop culture-shock. As we lingered around a bit longer I spotted someone kinda familiar enter the store. "Is that Christopher Walken?" I thought to myself.
As it turned out, yes it was. Not sure what he was doing in that neck of the woods since I was either too shy to ask or didn't think to, but he did chat briefly with our group and seemed like as awesome a dude as you'd expect. Then a bit later he was attempting to buy a bulk amount of the weird films on offer (it was like, 30 films for $30 or something, I guess it was a special deal aimed at tourists spending dollars) but to the consternation of the shopkeeper he had a 31st film that he also wanted to chuck in, whilst still only paying the $30.
This shopkeeper was not having any of his attempts to haggle. There was a bit of confusion for a while, and to my dismay I didn't have any money with me that I coulda loaned him (this 'mercenary blowing shit up and getting paid' business was great for more reasons than one - such as, I was broke). He didn't have any more foreign dollars with him, either, and I don't think any of us had much in the way of whatever the local currency was. So, that was a bit disappointing.
We all left, I think Mr. Walken said his goodbyes and went to get more cash out or something (or perhaps he just bought the 30 films and called it a day? Can't remember) whilst the rest of us strolled towards the van, passing a variety of intriguing shops and restaurants way out here on this dreary, drizzly mountaintop. Pretty sure the ground was unpaved, too, just dirt and gravel.
At that point I spotted something rather unpleasant, though perhaps not too surprising in a little village such as this. Up ahead of us there was a dog going about its business, fairly cute apart from the horrible, ragged growth of unspecified skin hanging from some point on its hindquarters. As I watched, to my horror, the doggo casually reached back, took this flap of flesh in its mouth and gave it a thorough, evidently rather satisfying gnawing. Eurrhghghghhhhh.
I was thoroughly disgusted and went to point this out to the friend I was walking with (let's call him G). Pretty sure he'd already seen it as well but we had a good, gross-out laugh about the spectacle. "Oooh," G said, assuming a gruff, comical voice for the dog, "that's right, I left somethin' tasty in muh back pocket there, mmmmmmnomnomnom."
Laughing, we made it back to the van with the rest of the group (me making vague, easily-forgotten plans to come back and browse that DVD selection more thoroughly when I had money in my pockets), everyone got in and we set off, back down the mountain to get paid, and at some point I woke up.
Tl;dr: a friend tricked me and a bunch of other friends into joining him on a military op to infiltrate and destroy some insurgent base and a good time was had by all, oh and on the way back we met Christopher Walken in a stall selling bootleg DVDs.
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Post by: Eric Blank on October 06, 2019, 10:24:41 am
Post by: Enemy post on October 06, 2019, 02:47:39 pm
Post by: Telgin on October 07, 2019, 08:51:32 am
I never did figure out what was going on exactly, and I don't think I ever encountered Dr. Wily.
Post by: Yoink on October 08, 2019, 11:42:56 pm
Anyway, then the whole thing seemingly couldn't handle the speed it was at and started spinning wildly out of control, like a pair of giant vehicular nunchaku. I watched, awestruck, as it flailed along this large road, somehow not hitting anything, until one 'carriage' tipped over, spilling its contents across the road and taking the rest of that section down with it, then the other half, which had veered over into the oncoming lanes (apparently this dream was set in America, or somewhere else where folks drive on the wrong side of the road), crashed viscerally into some unfortunate vehicle. Much chaos was had. Then I think I either woke up or went back to whatever I'd been doing in the dream beforehand.
At some point, actually it may have been immediately before I found myself observing the above scene, I'd befriended this couple and was hanging out in their place where they lived with a bunch of other folks. I'd stayed there for a while, for some reason (there'd been a lot going on in the dream earlier that I can't remember), until it occurred to me that I was probably overstaying my welcome and/or cramping their style despite how chill they were, and I become anxious to leave.
Could always visit them again, after all.
I quickly got my stuff together and put my shoes on before saying some goodbyes (I might have said I'd be back later after getting some stuff done) and left. It was only once I was outside on the road that I realised I was wearing slippers instead of my shoes. After some hesitation (I think I considered my chances of making it through the rest of the dream without proper shoes) I turned to walk back to the house - and then, I believe, was when I saw the combi-zine speeding along.
There was another dream, the one right before I finally woke up, but I don't really remember shit except it was long and quite dramatic. There was this close-knit group of family (and possibly friends) undergoing various trials and tribulations. May or may not have included people from the earlier dream, can't say for sure.
There was a lot of weird, probably fascinating stuff that I sadly don't remember well enough to describe, but I believe it ended with one member of the group, who'd lost his arm somewhere along the way, accidentally blowing up/electrocuting himself, his wife and another person who'd been helping them in their efforts to reattach/heal his arm.
I think they'd even kidnapped someone and chopped off their arm as a replacement?! I don't know, maybe they just considered it which is crazy enough.
I think the dream was following some other character when they received the news about those three dying, at which point they went "well WTF happened?!" and the dream went into a flashback, but at the same time the flashback still seemed to be malleable, like events weren't set in stone.
Not sure how things were looking when I finally woke up.
Post by: scourge728 on October 09, 2019, 12:33:15 pm
(apparently this dream was set in America, or somewhere else where folks drive on the wrong side of the road)Fun fact: 69% of countries drive on the right
Post by: Rolan7 on October 10, 2019, 05:35:37 am
Like, even though it was immersive (heh) 3D, the "wreck" I was swimming down to had very specific, "hidden"-yet-highlighted airlocks designed to keep players from flooding the wreck. I cycled into one that seemed particularly hidden, entering a small dry room with a notable-looking generator device. Before I could get a good look I heard voices further in, sighed and approached - it was my dad and his SO, having lunch and talking plans.
The goal of the scavenging-race was to activate certain consoles for your faction. I was playing Railroad, he Brotherhood and she Institute, but of course they were working together heh~ I joined them and we chatted a bit, sharing what we'd already explored nearby while pretending to be competitors. I assumed they'd already claimed this wreck, but turned out the target had eluded them. I acted casual and left the way I came, back to that generator device, and this time found the switches to activate it for the Railroad.
I was nice enough to go back and tell them, which got me some insincere hostility as I cycled through a particularly immersion-breaking airlock (for such a wrecked ship) and continued the race.
yeah IDK just some wholesome "Fallout 4 but multiplayer and deep water mechanics", that was fun.
Edit: I had an NPC companion but she wasn't really a character, she was unknowingly a synth and I kinda joked about that with the Institute player in front of, well, it. Sounds a bit callous but this was *very* obviously a video game. I was acting semi-IC and talking excitedly about the NPC like a favorite pokemon, and it wasn't coded to join PC conversations.
Post by: Yoink on October 10, 2019, 10:13:08 pm
One part I do remember was where myself and at least a couple of other people arrived to investigate some spooky old abandoned house that we'd been drawn to somehow throughout the dream. As we were wandering through the different buildings on the property I heard a shrill yelp, and looked over to see our dog (based on my mother's IRL dog) sprinting towards us in a panic. I was terrified that she might have been bitten by a snake way out here in the middle of nowhere.
As it turned out, though, her assailant came pursuing her out of the grass - hot on her tail was a very angry wombat, of all things. It seemed like it planned to take us all on. Luckily I was able to drive it off by hurling a huge copy of War and Peace at it with considerable accuracy.
Why I happened to have that book on my person at the time, I have no idea.
I thought this was amusing so I stopped to try and get a photo of how the book had landed.
Another dream (possibly linked to that one) I was watching some film/show in which the main characters were travelling to investigate some spooky abandoned place, similar to the one in the above dream. I can't remember exactly what their deal was, if they were paranormal investigators or what, but it seemed as though they were filming a sort of documentary (maybe just a home video/video log kinda thing) of their experiences as they traveled.
Also, I believe the place was somehow linked to (a dark chapter of?) their past, like they'd grown up there or something? I don't know, sadly I've forgotten most of it but it was all sinister and fascinating. Pretty sure they'd been drawn there by some sinister, supernatural force, as well.
I do remember that one of them was apparently played by Noel Fielding, and that when they finally arrived and were searching the place, some sort of ghostly creature, probably a manifestation of whoever/whatever had been luring them there, took shape in the room they were in and, before they could react, struck down Noel Fielding's character with a swipe of its claws before vanishing, killing him instantly.
That was the end of the episode/movie/series or whatever, and I remember being keen to see where they'd go with the next one.
There was another dream in which I and someone else were playing some game in which the player sailed around on boats. That's it, that's pretty much all I remember. There was probably more to it, we probably traveled places in said boats (maybe it was even connected to other dreams), but I don't remember.
Finally, there was one other dream, I think it was actually earlier on in the night, where I joined some large, oddly secretive group of people that played some sort of wargame. I was inducted and about to start my first game, with the whole group hanging around watching despite it only having two players or so, when the dream ended.
Oh, and I'd taken up another hobby: making DIY stools (the seat kind). In fact I was sitting on one as I made ready to play, with another one beside me. I wasn't too sure how structurally sound they were, but damn they looked pretty cool.
Post by: Superdorf on October 11, 2019, 09:39:23 pm
Anyway. I'm in the passenger seat of this red convertible, riding with family, and I see some kind of aircraft overhead. It's big and triangular, sort of like an F-13-- for a moment, I think it is an F-13. Then I see how it moves.
See, this thing doesn't whiz along like a jet. It swoops. It wheels from side to side, up and down, soaring like a kite. As we get closer, I realize two things:
- The aircraft is far closer to the ground than I'd realized
- and it's made almost entirely of pink Styrofoam and packing tape.
It's got these two blue engine-looking things on either side made of some kind of light shiny plastic, four propellers to an engine... but the rest? All Styrofoam.
So. We pull over to the side of the highway, gawping at this uncanny contraption, and it spots us. Suddenly it swoops down, sailing towards us-- I stumble out of the car in a daze-- it lands on top of me, massive thing, size of a trailer truck but light-- and I kid you not, it starts licking my face like an excited puppy. Somehow. With a chrome-plastic tongue.
I shove the Styrofoam dog-plane off me-- it's still wagging its rudder like mad-- and the pilot hops out. Bald guy, big round aviator glasses on his face, short with a fleecy leather jacket over his shoulders. He recognizes us... I've never seen him in my life, but in the dream somehow he was familiar. The pilot invites over to his house, to recover a bit and catch up on things; a "long time no see" kind of deal.
We find ourselves in the pilot's living room. It's a fancy affair-- high in the air, with tremendous plate-glass windows surrounding. We sit ourselves down at the guy's coffee table...
...and so help me, Donald J. Trump walks through the living room door.
I wake.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on October 12, 2019, 08:42:12 am
I was looking at a window and saw a tiny moth with a broken wing. I let it crawl on my thumb, and two large green caterpillars crawled out of it. The moth was smaller than my fingernail but each of the two caterpillars were the size of my entire thumb. I don’t remember if the moth survived this or not. The caterpillars took small bites of my skin, so I was about to go outside to search for leaves for them but as I was heading outside I woke up.
Post by: SquatchHammer on October 15, 2019, 04:34:47 am
It all started out as a friend of mine was begging me to sign up for the choir class even though I am a Senior and they have an abundance of Seniors but not enough under class men to join and figured if there was enough people in it now there would be the middle school kids that are on the fence would join thinking it was a bigger class than it would be for them. So I reluctantly joined and apparently the teacher was out with the main group was traveling through various states for competitions to get college scholarships for the students which ended up with the few of the kids that were late signers just to sit in the classroom with a sub that did not teach any of the material nor helped us with practice. It ended up as sorta of a study hall/ fuck off hour till the main group came back around mid November. The main teacher was annoyed that the sub did nothing with us and had to have a steep learning curve with the new students that was not with the teacher.
As for me, I found out why my friend had head hunted me into the choir class. He knew of a girl that had a huge crush on me but was in the AP course work and had no time to really get to hang out with me. So they came up with if I'm in the same class as her, I could hang out with her. The girl in question was tiny, like her temple was about the same height as my elbow and she could hide at my side facing it but had the personality and force of will 3 times her size but was very adorable in her demeanor. She had come up to me and without missing a beat told me why she had my friend to get me to come into the choir, in which I was shocked to the fact that she actually likes me that way. I had asked her what made her like me at all and her answer was that I almost always had a serious scowl on my face and looked serious but was always kind to everyone I know. She thought I was unhappy and she wanted to be with me to bring happiness to my world. At that point she glommed onto my arm in which she found out how mouse like I am when I''m around women and how easily she could just pull me around because she had a hold on my arm. She knew that I was strong but she was surprised how gentle I was with her and protective of her. I had fun in choir even though I got someone who loved me even though I though I wasn't a good person for a relationship. Through both class and after school, I tried to hang out as much as possible with her in the various ways I could and she appreciated it because she had really no free time due to her class load. A few more things had passed but I was waking up about that point.
Post by: Yoink on October 17, 2019, 10:22:41 pm
One of my friends seemed to be a successful musician and another had a limp and walked with what appeared to be a pimp cane.
Now, I don't remember much of our itinerary, but I know for at least a couple of days we were staying by this particular (night?)club, possibly in some attached accommodation, and each night the group would get pretty loose amongst their party facilities.
Not sure where in the world we were, but I remember the club (and most of its management) seeming particularly Japanese. It seemed like a pretty cool place to me but at the same time it was weirdly run down. There were some disused dancefloors and/or private rooms in this courtyard between the main building and our accommodation that were used as storage.
A couple of friends came in from where they'd been having a smoke out the front, talking about some strange goings-on they'd seen in the courtyard, peeking over the dilapidated wall.
I think the staff had stored some stuff we'd broken during one of our visits, but there was something spooky about how they'd done it - I think the stuff was actually facing towards our rooms, almost like it was watching, but in such a way that you couldn't see it from our rooms.
The staff apparently caught them looking and expressed mild displeasure, which considering how polite they were was almost shocking.
Anyway, I don't remember anything more about that. My friends came in, met me at the bar just inside the front door, we discussed it briefly and then went further inside for another night of delightful chaos.
Other bits I remember here and there: one of the additional friends the dream dredged up from the past was actually an old school friend of mine and another friend who's still in my main friend group.
Back in highschool we were basically a trio for a while. Having the three of us reunited meant, rather believably, that our collective sense of humour became even more lewd and juvenile than usual.
Another, more recent friend (the one with the pimp cane) would make an exaggerated display of being disgusted with the crude jokes we'd come up with so frequently. It was all good fun.
Another thing I remember is that there was at least one member of our group that I was attempting to flirt with. Not sure if she'd been with our group all along or if we'd just met her whilst on holiday, but thankfully I don't think it was anyone I know IRL - I don't need one of those kinda dreams, haha. Though come to think of it, I think one of my old crushes was there. I know a friend of hers was. Hardly surprising given there were various folks I haven't seen since highschool, but still.
Can't remember the details of my attempt but I believe I was making a bungle of it, as one would expect. She probably didn't even know I was interested in her. Pretty sure the undercurrent of resulting anxiety was there, still detectable beneath the joys of partying.
One more moment I remember involved some other group we encountered briefly at the club, as they were just leaving. I don't know if they were British or American, but in either case they spoke English but with thick accents and a bunch of weird words for things.
This one girl came towards the couch I had recently installed myself on, apparently to grab some things she'd left there. She had some difficulty and asked me something about her "bun", which was kinda bewildering until I realised that she was referring to a hair accessory (something we'd probably call a scrunchie) I had inadvertently sat on. Awkward.
At some point towards the end of the dream, we (I don't know how many of us, some folks might have had to go their separate ways) left in a vehicle, driving along this large and interesting road with shops and stuff on either side.
Apparently we were in America, or at least that's the vibe I got from what I saw. I was thinking to myself that I really would like to visit the US again IRL, and it was around then that I woke up.
Maybe there wasn't much substance to this dream (there's a fair bit I've forgotten, probably some juicy details), but it sure did make me miss my friends, specifically the main group who were featured in this dream. Haven't seen 'em in a while.
Post by: Kagus on October 20, 2019, 02:26:05 am
Suppose that's for the best, all things considered.
Post by: Egan_BW on October 25, 2019, 05:02:03 am
It was what felt like prehistoric times, the camera zoomed to the top of a giant tree, where a little shaman creature declared to its little shaman creature buddies that, in order for life to thrive on this planet, they would have to create a planet-sized mass of water.
So they did, summoning a giant mass of water which crashed down, turning several mountains into gravel under its weight. When all had settled, there was an ocean in front of me, with the only remaining land being a distant cliff face with a few surviving mountains clinging to it. I could see signs of settlements on top of the cliffs and the mountains, and rows of mushroom-like shelves of rock jutting out of the cliff.
Some time passed. I watched boats drift past in the water until I realized that two of the boaters were calling out to me. I was sitting in the rusted hull of a boat, missing its motor engine. The boaters, a woman and a humanoid robot, offered to give me a ride. They asked how I'd gotten stranded there and I realized that I don't really remember anything other than the vision of the water coming down.
The woman boater took me to some kind of department store, where a floating robot tried to sell her on a small white plastic trashcan, recommending that we take it home and "plop babies into it". The boater took the trashcan, probably to get the robot to go away. Then she went through a door and waited outside, presuming that she was using the restroom. A man walked up and asked what I was waiting for, telling me that actually the door was a stairwell leading up to a movie theater. So I walk up, but it is very dark and becoming crowded in the theater, and I can't find the boater. I close my eyes, think about adjusting them to the dark for a bit, and then locate the boater's voice among the crowd. I go down into the rows and sit next to her. As the movie is getting ready to begin, I get a sense of foreboding. I say that one more layer will be fine, but much more and I worry that I'll never get back to reality.
Then what appears on the movie screen was the start screen for an old 4-player beat-em-up. I realize that there's no way for everyone in the audience to participate, and people begin to complain about this.
Then I woke up.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on October 25, 2019, 08:13:04 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on October 26, 2019, 11:14:21 am
Post by: Yoink on October 28, 2019, 11:33:38 pm
The three of them went to a market, split up, and then she spotted someone she recognised from the past - and he saw her, too. She fled through the market and he gave chase for a bit (I don't think with violent intent but idk), before bumping into her friends who were also looking for her, a bit worried since she'd disappeared like that.
Don't remember exactly what happened but basically the three of them went looking for her for different reasons (maybe the unknown guy introduced himself as a friend of hers) and somehow it all ended in a shootout, in which the stranger died and one of the two friends accidentally shot his bosom buddy at least once, before being so wracked with guilt that he shot himself, too.
This turned out to be a rather premature reaction, considering at least one of the gal's companions survived, and so I'm guessing it was either the guy he shot or someone else entirely. Weird dream.
There was/were some other dream/s too, that involved family members and pets and swimming pools and confusing public transport, but I don't really remember enough for them to make sense.
Funny thing, though, is that shortly after I woke up my mother called me for some reason, and one of her cats was hanging around the phone and wound up trying to bite it when she heard my voice.
Both of 'em were in the same dream!
Post by: Iduno on November 01, 2019, 08:01:25 am
The ones I remember involved memories of abuse from either parents or supervisors. Kind of graphic, so I'll just avoid the details.
Post by: itisnotlogical on November 02, 2019, 01:08:50 pm
It's fitting that they picked so close to Halloween to begin haunting me with the ghost of cult classic French cartoons.
Post by: Iduno on November 03, 2019, 11:32:14 am
You are all welcome for this important transmission from the dream world.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 03, 2019, 11:36:08 am
Post by: Trolldefender99 on November 03, 2019, 06:42:51 pm
Weird dream but did kinda make me laugh when I woke up. I did watch planet of the apes (the new one) last night.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 03, 2019, 06:46:10 pm
Poop throwing primate got elected in 2020, frees gorillas and other primates in the US, helps invent formula to become super smart and earth turns into planet of the apes. Still was considered a better president than what we have.It is already a planet of apes, humans are a species of ape
Weird dream but did kinda make me laugh when I woke up. I did watch planet of the apes (the new one) last night.
Post by: Trolldefender99 on November 03, 2019, 06:49:23 pm
Poop throwing primate got elected in 2020, frees gorillas and other primates in the US, helps invent formula to become super smart and earth turns into planet of the apes. Still was considered a better president than what we have.It is already a planet of apes, humans are a species of ape
Weird dream but did kinda make me laugh when I woke up. I did watch planet of the apes (the new one) last night.
Yeah we are just more evolved and managed to get technology. Its just a dream though from probably watching planet of the apes. It still made me laugh. But yeah if hypothetically planet of the apes movie actually happened in real life, the future wouldn't probably look really that different than it is now.
Post by: Rolan7 on November 04, 2019, 04:18:55 am
Before going to bed I found out she had a dream about me sneaking into her room, with my mom/her daughter in law (they haven't spoken in a decade) and mom and I said mean things about her. I've tried to be patient and comforting about her nightmares, we keep the blinds closed so the people with ladders can't get to her 5th story window (blocked by tree branches) open it (only openable from inside) and rearrange her furniture.
Sorry, that's just... where she's at, and it's a dream so it counts. She's surprisingly chill about it, she just insists that it's real. And that I snuck a girlfriend over the other night, ha. And then on a night I wasn't there, I brought my mom I guess. "Why would I bring my mother here, gma?" To meet her neighbors, apparently. It's dream logic. She can barely hear a word we say to her directly, yet/so she manages to hear all these fantastical things - always from her bedroom at night.
It's extra scary since I've had such vivid dreams, which sometimes feel extremely real. Even when I notice the illogic and lucid dream. But anyway, the dream *I* just had...
My dream started based on our family reunions, and focused on my uncle's son who I knew a bit better than my uncle. We always had a picnic lunch out in the hilly country where they lived, and that's how this was. Very pleasant memories. There were some bits about certain classic video game consoles - big boxes of old carts and 3 1/4" floppies, a restored pinball machine. A little muddled but mostly accurate remembrance.
My gma (other side of my family but shh) was there with a plate of food, looking and acting like she did 15 years ago. She smiled comfortingly and said she still had good days. As if I, a naive overly-honest child, was acting worried about her approaching old age.
But then she was in her present state, and she had just *repeated* those same words, trying to comfort current-me.
My cousin was there in his grown state, back from the Army. We're not very close anymore, but he let me hug him and just... sob for a while... I hadn't really done that yet. I took my time, and also recounted a timeline of where I'd lived (which included two significant stretches of living with gma and her husband). It's also just kind of a fucked up timeline so I guess I cried about that, too. Also regret for not being closer to my cousin and his father.
We walked down a river together.
Later he and I were playing orks in Fallout 4 and got chased around a vaguely familiar post-apoc house by a lumbering boss ork, who kept tearing the place apart. no not super-mutants, that would make sense.
Post by: Egan_BW on November 04, 2019, 04:26:19 am
Post by: Yoink on November 04, 2019, 09:02:17 pm
Had plenty of deep customisation, varied characters and the ability to zoom in to an over-the-shoulder view to line up their shots, possibly even shooting in real-time, I'm not sure. I should have started writing this down as soon as I woke up, since now I've forgotten some details that made the game even more of a thing I wished existed.
My squad was infiltrating some enemy bases. It got pretty violent. I believe we wanted to stop any of them from escaping to spread word of who was responsible for the attack. There was a brief chase through some bush/forest in order to prevent a couple of them getting away - the character I was controlling hopped on a convenient motorbike to catch up? I dunno.
There was plenty of rewarding progression, as well. You could choose different skills/traits for your characters as they gained experience, I believe, as well as picking different hats for them. Oh, and there was a lot of loot to be had after we cleared out the base. Like, it seemed almost ridiculous and/or unbalanced, getting all that useful shit after lucking our way through a single battle.
That's about all I can remember, I'm afraid. *shrug*
Also, the night before that I had a weird dream in which, at one point, I was renovating (or planning to renovate) some run-down little apartment/unit block into the ultimate party house. The main thing I remember was having to put in a lot of doors, especially since there was a toilet/bathroom on every floor. Eventually I got sick of having a door to the bathroom in the same spot on each floor, so one of the toilets had no entrance inside and was instead accessible via a rope ladder hanging out from a gaping hole in the building's wall. I dunno, man. It seemed cool.
Later in the dream I was with my dad, and reading a newspaper. I came across this colour-printed illustration in the paper, a painting of some grim near-future scene in a post-apocalyptic Korea - or so the accompanying caption said. It was a chillingly beautiful scene, with crumbling sections of highway still rising starkly in the background, and ranks upon ranks of abandoned, ruined cars closer to the fore, still positioned in lanes as though making a desperate attempt to flee from whatever had caused this devastation.
Everything was being steadily reclaimed by nature. I showed the image to my dad, and he said... something.
This was two nights ago, who knows. I'm amazed I remember this much.
Post by: itisnotlogical on November 05, 2019, 05:03:32 pm
Post by: Egan_BW on November 05, 2019, 10:50:50 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on November 07, 2019, 06:50:02 pm
Meanwhile everyone, literally everyone, is mocking me constantly. I can have no respect even from family.
That dream has me in a bad mood for days.
Last night's dream was nice though. It was about being a Rebel Alliance fighter based off an island on Earth, trying to hide humanity's origins from the Empire. The island had an immortal witch that looked like a kooky Maleficent who hid in a cave with her artifacts she slowly collected over the millennia using undead constructs. But we stumbled in accidentally after a fighter crashed in a lake outside, and thankfully she didn't want to kill us but instead joined us as long as we tolerated her eccentric kleptomania of anything with any possible value like coins, intergalactic credits, fuel cannisters etc. And so the empire now had to fight hoards of undead and mind controlled salamanders (from the lake outside)
I then rescued a guy that was totally drunk from gangs of mercenaries working fort the empire. This guy took the form of Chris Pratt and was basically Starlord, selling us weapons and shit. I escaped in a cloud car, and then a FTL shuttle later. But he didn't get along with the militants we had working for us as infantry, who also didn't get along with the zombie queen, who were all about to blow up and kill each other shortly after I returned. And that's about where the dream ended.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 07, 2019, 07:22:35 pm
I have that dream all the damn time. The dream makes me feel like I have to go back and finish high school and every other class I ever failed before I'm allowed to progress in college, but the only way I can afford it is using financial aide to attend both high school and entry level college courses simultaneously, so as soon as I get out of the high school for the night I drive like a madman to make it to my chemistry lab, then go to work because I have to pay for all this out of pocket even with aide.You could/should make a movie out of this, it sounds cool
Meanwhile everyone, literally everyone, is mocking me constantly. I can have no respect even from family.
That dream has me in a bad mood for days.
Last night's dream was nice though. It was about being a Rebel Alliance fighter based off an island on Earth, trying to hide humanity's origins from the Empire. The island had an immortal witch that looked like a kooky Maleficent who hid in a cave with her artifacts she slowly collected over the millennia using undead constructs. But we stumbled in accidentally after a fighter crashed in a lake outside, and thankfully she didn't want to kill us but instead joined us as long as we tolerated her eccentric kleptomania of anything with any possible value like coins, intergalactic credits, fuel cannisters etc. And so the empire now had to fight hoards of undead and mind controlled salamanders (from the lake outside)
I then rescued a guy that was totally drunk from gangs of mercenaries working fort the empire. This guy took the form of Chris Pratt and was basically Starlord, selling us weapons and shit. I escaped in a cloud car, and then a FTL shuttle later. But he didn't get along with the militants we had working for us as infantry, who also didn't get along with the zombie queen, who were all about to blow up and kill each other shortly after I returned. And that's about where the dream ended.
Post by: Yoink on November 11, 2019, 12:57:25 am
At least, I think it was a record store... it sold a fair bit of music, but it was laid out more like a small supermarket.
Anyway! The performance was amazing, as one would expect, though oddly enough Elvis had swapped out a guitar for an electric bass.
Hearing the intro riff of one song played on the bass instead of guitar was fantastic, and kinda made me want to run out and learn to play bass at once. Kinda like Motorhead but less shit.
Not sure if it was an actual Elvis song or just one I dreamt up.
After he finished playing I think those of us in the improbably small crowd even got to chat to him for a bit. Some of us had a bit of a look through the music for sale, and I was pleasantly surprised to find a very kvlt assortment of old-school black and death metal on offer, some of it on CD and some possibly on tape as well.
Even more amazingly, the King was into that shit as well! Or at least appreciative of it, despite how different it was to his music and how new it probably was to him.
Good times.
In another, earlier (I think) dream, all I remember is that I was playing some multiplayer, team-based game with absolutely amazing sword-fighting controls. I mean, since this was a dream it was basically just dream-me wielding a sword (I think most of the weapons were sabers and cutlasses and such), not actually using a controller, but... man, it'd be great if a game could somehow replicate that, y'know?
I guess in reality it'd have to be done with some fancy VR setup and probably full-body mocap suits. Hmmm.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 11, 2019, 07:52:11 am
I was working at a place that built human like robots. I was one of the humans who would focus on teaching human behaviors. One time, when I was trying and failing to explain the purpose of emotions to one of them, someone led us to a conveyor belt and stuck us to it. I saw the third robot in front of me get crushed by the side walls, and I started to panic. I tried to leave, but I was electrocuted for trying to move. So was the robot in front of me, as he commented thst I had a heart rate and shouldn’t be on the disassembly line. He shouted ERROR, which caused the conveyor belt to stop. The human who strapped us to the conveyor belt came by and commented on the pain faking, at which point I took his hand and put it near my heart, ensuring thst he realized I was a human. “Do robots have heart rates?” I asked him. He said thst they didn’t and unstrapped me from the conveyor belt.
TLDR: I was mistaken for a defective human like robot after failing to explain why humans have emotions to a human like robot and was about to be disassembled
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 12, 2019, 12:37:23 am
I then got a second knock on the door and opened it to find a giant copy of my right hand, complete with its scars, and it challenged my left hand to a thumb war. Neither side won before the dream abruptly cut to me running through a hotel with implausibly supernatural skills of evasion and shenanigenary, with some crime boss trying to murder me whilst I played dice games with the other hotel inhabitants. In the end I managed to roll snake eyes and win a vast sum of money, which I split 50/50 with the crime boss to make him calm down. This seemed to work and then the dream ended
Post by: TD1 on November 12, 2019, 05:54:16 am
I had a dream last night.A psychologist would have a fieldday.
I was working at a place that built human like robots. I was one of the humans who would focus on teaching human behaviors. One time, when I was trying and failing to explain the purpose of emotions to one of them, someone led us to a conveyor belt and stuck us to it. I saw the third robot in front of me get crushed by the side walls, and I started to panic. I tried to leave, but I was electrocuted for trying to move. So was the robot in front of me, as he commented thst I had a heart rate and shouldn’t be on the disassembly line. He shouted ERROR, which caused the conveyor belt to stop. The human who strapped us to the conveyor belt came by and commented on the pain faking, at which point I took his hand and put it near my heart, ensuring thst he realized I was a human. “Do robots have heart rates?” I asked him. He said thst they didn’t and unstrapped me from the conveyor belt.
TLDR: I was mistaken for a defective human like robot after failing to explain why humans have emotions to a human like robot and was about to be disassembled
Post by: Rolan7 on November 12, 2019, 08:21:52 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 12, 2019, 08:46:17 am
I've had robot dreams with similar themes, though usually less tragic (I have bad dreams too obviously, just not usually where I'm an automaton).I was not an automaton, I was a human who others thought was an automaton because I had trouble explaining the purpose of emotions to automatons.
Post by: Iduno on November 12, 2019, 09:24:46 am
Anyway! The performance was amazing, as one would expect, though oddly enough Elvis had swapped out a guitar for an electric bass.
Hearing the intro riff of one song played on the bass instead of guitar was fantastic, and kinda made me want to run out and learn to play bass at once. Kinda like Motorhead but less shit.
Motorhead but less shit sounds like something I'd be into. Or Gwar but actually good.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 12, 2019, 12:09:06 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 13, 2019, 09:22:28 am
Last night I had a dream where I built a synthetic human body that would grow as a human would, and I put the AI I was working on inside it, and raised it as I would a child. It learned many things about humans from school, unfortunately the humans figured out he wasn’t like them, and treated him differently because of it. At one point there was a shooting, him being made of metal stood in front of the door and took the bullets until the gunner had to reload, at which point t he walked up to the gunner, took the gun and bent it u til it broke. The gunner ran off, and the students praised him for saving them. Unfortunately, now the staff figured out he was a robot and he was expelled for not being a human. He came home and asked me “How am I to learn about humans now, since I’m not allowed to go to school?”
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 14, 2019, 01:40:10 pm
Post by: itisnotlogical on November 15, 2019, 01:05:26 pm
Do I have some unfinished business from high school or...
Post by: Iduno on November 15, 2019, 01:34:18 pm
Another dream about high school. This time my last day of high school is on Halloween, featuring a number of characters from later on my life. Everybody's dressed up as Mei from Overwatch or Donald Trump. Nobody cares about the lesson because everybody's trying to upstage eachother with their costumes. Class is out and I try to get as many pictures of my classmates as possible, but nobody's around anymore. Mom keeps calling me. I fell asleep in the library watching a video about a frozen blended pumpkin drink. I wake up and mom is still calling me. Then I actually wake up.
Do I have some unfinished business from high school or...
https://youtu.be/cOv3A5yhw5U (https://youtu.be/cOv3A5yhw5U)
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 21, 2019, 03:15:33 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on November 21, 2019, 05:18:51 pm
Post by: Iduno on November 22, 2019, 08:39:58 am
Post by: SquatchHammer on November 23, 2019, 01:10:09 am
It started as I was testing a new Milling machine for my work. It was weird due to the fact that there's a control seat on a servo arm that moves to where ever you want with the machine having 3 spindles and two axis rotation table. On top of that the machine was 4 stories tall and had a 30ft square work area. Along with the weird machine, since it was a Japanese machine tool manufacture, it was in a classical Japanese meeting area. The table itself was at kneeling height with pillows with back supports on Tatami mats. The primary colors of the room was lacquer black with red. All designs are of dragons with metallic layering. Bonsai trees and various other decorations everywhere and this place is in America.
I had a few other personnel from my company with myself and the Japanese company had the America management team there for the sale. The meeting had concluded with me telling them what I loved about the machine and what I would have liked to have changed, like the seat not to snap to the locations but to move more slowly. The Japanese personnel was surprised in my manners and gestures. I was starting to become uneasy with a pair of eyes watching me that I cant tell where they are looking at me. The building itself was in a shopping mall that was built in the shopping arcade style.
Both of the companies personnel were going to a restaurant for a celebratory dinner and along the way I got distracted and lost. By the time I noticed that I was lost, I was just circling around a point. No matter what direction I went, I was going into the same spot. In order to make sure that I was not going crazy and was just directionally challenged, I had starting to scuff the floor nearby the walls to make sure it wasnt noticeable to anyone but me. Turned out I was correct that there was something keeping me going out of the area and I finally just was like fuck it and went to the nearest employee only door and ducked through it when someone was going out of it.
At that point, I was walking down a hallway that was a typical building hallway that suddenly turned into a Japanese style hallway. As soon I came across a door, I went through it. Turned out to be a full garden with a hot spring. In the garden was a young lady that was about enter the hot spring part of the garden still robed but was very surprised when I opened the door. I was also surprised because I didn't know what I was going to see.
I said "Sorry miss." A quick bow. "I wasn't trying to intrude into your sanctuary but I got lost and now I am just running around to find my way out. Is this a shoeless area?"
She nods still in shock there's me in a collared shirt and black dickies with my "nice" work boots standing in front of her. I remove both my boots and socks and tie them up in a way to let them hang on my neck and keep the soles up to keep anything from dropping. I was feeling extremely embarrassed for even intruding in her garden. I think she was going to smile at the fact I must have looked ridiculous because I was acting really shy, when (as the best I could figure) an evil spirit that was watching me had formed in front of me just when I was about to exit the garden.
Evil spirit> "Well, you first intrude in my area and now you intrude into her's. Why do you have the tendency to find yourself in places you shouldn't be in...."
Me> "What area?! Well her's, I can't argue but I was just trying to get dinner with my coworkers and the other guys. I wasn't trying to intrude on anyone. I just got caught up in a circular path that I felt there was really no where out. So let me guess, were you the reason why I was like a rat in a maze and had no exit?"
Evil spirit was clapping in a condescending way.
> "What a smart boy. I was the one who was keeping you from leaving the area. You should not have come here."
Me> "Well, what am I supposed to say to my boss 'I cant go to the demonstration to the machine you're about to buy that I would be working on because a magical ole hag is going to trap me for trespassing when I dont know why I was trespassing. Sorry for the inconvenience, I just dont want bad ju ju messing my uwu.'
At that point, the evil spirit's face contorted and attacked me. I don't know how or if there was a fight but I didnt really "see it" in my dream.
When the fight had ended, I was checking to see if the young lady was hurt. I was surprised when she was happy to see that I had fended off the evil spirit to the point where she was holding me.
After that, I don't remember what else that happened. It was more of a fuzz.
Post by: Yoink on November 24, 2019, 11:49:37 pm
Yeah, going bald is worse than being bald. You have to do something with the hair you have left so it doesn't look terrible, but you can't make it look good.You need to embrace it, work it into an overall look of skeevy badassery, like the mullet guy in HEAT.
I had at least one really cool dream last night. Unfortunately I don't remember very well now, but in the first/main one I was playing some survival-type game with a bunch of friends.
You know, survival games, where you schlep around the wilderness trying to scrape together enough materials to build tools and then gradually progress from there? Yeah, except in this one I was playing with a group primarily consisting of IRL friends.
It'd be pretty awesome if I could actually make this happen, but I doubt most of them would be interested... some of them are gamers and one guy I used to play Don't Starve with, but I can't see it actually happening. Trying to organise that friend group is like herding cats at the best of times.
Anyway, this game was definitely inspired by Soulforged, considering some of the items even looked the same, but it was a lot more fast-paced and, well, 3D. For most of what I remember it just looked real, but I think the dream jumped between different perspectives/graphic styles at least once.
Uhmm, what else do I remember... not a lot, really, but later on in the dream when we had a pretty good li'l settlement built up, a couple of strangers appeared on this tiny island nearby, having just washed up/spawned in there.
I was instantly mistrustful. I can't remember my exact reasons (I think they looked pretty shady), but I felt like they were likely to bring outside diseases to our colony, or cause other trouble.
At first I was in favour of either just leaving them there on the tiny, mostly barren island) or allowing them across (can't remember if we had boats or a makeshift bridge like the one I saw in a game last night) only to spear them to death, but I eventually relented and went along with the others' plan to allow them over - but I went and grabbed one of the precious iron spears of which we only had a couple, just in case.
As it turned out, though, one (or two?) of the beings on the island was/were an adorable dog-like creature(s), which I promptly began fawning over and trying to befriend.
The one or two scruffy humans that came with them I mostly ignored, haha. Can't remember how that worked out for everyone, since I think the dream ended around there.
I do remember a much later dream snippet which I initially thought was a continuation in the same game, but now I was playing some zany top-down, shoot-'em-up dungeon crawler, possibly with bullet hell and roguelike elements.
Don't remember much about it except it was multiplayer and I at one point got a bit lost and nearly died after trying to solo some scary room full of bizarre monsters.
There was a lot more to the game; exploration, interesting characters, an in-depth system for leveling up and what-not, but sadly I remember no more than the vaguest of impressions.
Post by: Telgin on November 24, 2019, 11:56:33 pm
Unfortunately, he escaped somehow. I don't remember the details, but I remember being really mad and shooting at him, and threatening that if I caught him again I'd shoot him 70 times instead of putting him in a pizza oven next time.
Post by: IcyTea31 on November 25, 2019, 05:36:01 am
Post by: Rolan7 on November 25, 2019, 08:00:17 am
"purify" people with a sledgehammer
Wander a government office in Britain looking for change, which you dump into a gumball machine to pay some specific tax. The tax collector scoops the change out of a horizontal slit, much of it falls on the ground.
Be Starlord from Guardians of the Galaxy, the player has to defeat that one devil princess from DND who's in a long-term relationship with her father. I have not seen Guardians of the Galaxy. She hunts the player around a bizarre alien puzzle world which involves items falling on your head so you can carry them places. She looks cute and harmless but don't trust her, obviously.
In other words, a surprisingly direct homage to Pathologic
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 25, 2019, 08:23:12 am
Post by: Egan_BW on November 25, 2019, 05:33:00 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 25, 2019, 06:22:19 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on November 25, 2019, 07:10:47 pm
It's a survival-horror in a town beginning to experience a plague. But combat is super difficult, you're usually supposed to avoid it and talk to people. You're (probably) a man of medicine after all, and are trying to find a cure or at least vaccine. Unfortunately people lie constantly for their own agendas, you're usually scraping coins together just to eat enough to survive the day, and the game keeps throwing mean curveballs at you. The two main character's you aren't playing as a total dicks, but in order to survive and save the town you almost have to be a dick yourself; the difference is you can be competent about it.
So yeah - purifying plagued people with clunky melee
Trying to scrounge money and work with a really, really incompetent local government
And everyone's lying to you while you do weird puzzles. The game is very trippy and moody, particularly as the infection spreads.
Post by: JoshuaFH on November 26, 2019, 08:22:17 am
But anyway, I came to talk about a dream I had:
There was a large theme park like place, and in the middle was a large unused section of it. There was a weird contest to decide what the theme was going to be for this new section, and people would submit their ideas. A lot of people put in a lot of awesome, cool ideas with a lot of effort put into them, one person though just made a slipshod camcorder recording of me as I tell the person "Hey, stop it, stop recording me!" and this shaky, shitty footage was sent into this contest... and it won. So then the theme park becomes "Joshua Land" or some shit, and I become famous overnight for this idiotic recording that is now a viral sensation, complete with theme park rides and musical numbers that all don't make any goddamn sense. The dream closes as I explore the new Theme Park, just gobsmacked at how moronic it all is and how nonchalantly it encroaches onto my life.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 26, 2019, 11:33:20 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on December 06, 2019, 07:50:36 am
To avoid double posting
I took a nap at around 15:00 today and dreamed thst I was driving a car or truck, (can’t remember which), but I would also teleport to a bike behind it, then ride the bike for a bit, then teleport back into the vehicle. This process repeated for a while on an empty road before I woke up at around 19:00
I took a nap from around 11:00 to 16:00 on the 11th of December
The dream involved having the family over for something, likely Christmas, I remember that there was a father and his kid from Russia. (I don’t think I have any family from Russia IRL) and I remember asking them to teach me a bit of Russian(I don’t know any Russian)
Post by: Yoink on December 12, 2019, 05:44:17 am
It sounds ridiculous, but it was really classy. Things may have been all or partly in black and white, I'm not sure.
Also I think various other folks/elements from the main dream I'd been having were incorporated into the dream as well, including whoever had told me about this old brand of gum to begin with.
Post by: SquatchHammer on December 14, 2019, 10:08:12 am
It started out stating that the world that the dream was in was an attempt of a quantum pocket dimension that is used for a real life MMO style of world. People could come and go as they wish and have no fear of a permanent death or dismemberment but pain still occurs. Within the first month there was three factions of players formed, the first was the Roleplayers. Then the Power Gamers and last was the Adventurers in response of the power gamers.
The Roleplayers were the first to convert the world into a independent nation due to the shear amount of people that want to live in a magical fantasy world and not have to deal with the other world. While the Power Gamers were the second "faction", it was more of a mix of loose alliances than a cohesive nation. The fact that Power Gamers were the second is due to the magical system. Any and all spells are found, used, and reappears somewhere else in the world, much like how the dragon balls in the Dragon Ball universe works. Since that was the rules of the magical system, people started to hoard the spells and use them sparingly. It was the power gamers that found out that one could use the magic spheres as a power source for other spells and magical devices. Thus there was a boom in the search of said spheres.'
The last of the groups to come about is the Adventurers. They came about due to the call of exploration and want to be able to have a force to dissuade attacks from the power gamers. For the most part, the adventurers used the cities and towns that the roleplayers had built to get supplies and a way to find the various dungeons and ruins that are sought out by the adventurers. They did use the various magical spheres but not the same way as the power gamers. They do sometimes work for the power gamers by finding the used spheres that were used and lost.
Near the end of the world set as a game that would transition to an independent living world, the company had instated a balancer to the system. The persons that are the world balancers were called Jesters. They went around and finding all the magical spheres that were the most hoarded and overpowered and keeping them away from the general population.
At this point is where I finally was a part of this dream. The first thing I had seen in the dream was my family was killed and the town I was in destroyed by two people. One of them was a power gamer and the other was the Jester. At that time, the Jester was the only one who was the last of the world balancers that kept inside of the world and was not universally loved. I was one of the survivors that had sworn to kill the Jester and end the reign of terror that she had wrought upon anyone who come across her path.
The dream went through a kind of sequences almost a montage of me trying to find the Jester while becoming an adventurer to pay for the search. I finally found the Jester and was about to kill her. When I had ambushed her and almost to the point of killing her, I saw that she was actually crying and I had to stop. I asked her if she was scared of dying and that was not the case. She was tired of being alone, hated and was happy that someone was about to kill her to put her out of her misery. She did not want to become the Jester but had to because the last Jester was mortally wounded in front of her and transferred both the powers and responsability of a Jester. She was tired of being attacked by everyone and just wanted to stop suffering. Right then, I dont know why I did this but I had threw down the dagger and hugged her. She was stunned and was not prepared for it started to bawl.
From there, the dream went into a sort of flashes of the various adventures that we went on and finally finding someone else to take the roll of the Jester. Near the end of the dream, we were having fun in an inn and the former Jester was about to leave forever when I grabbed her and pressed my head against her stomach and said that I can't have her go anymore. I dont know what to do without her and that I need her to be with me. She was stunned that I have fell in love with her and was grateful that I had told her before she was about to leave. Apparently she was going to leave because she felt like she wasn't needed in the group anymore and just wanted to live peace. She was extremely happy that I loved her because she fell in love with me when I held her in my arms when we first met.
And that is when I woke up. I feel like that there would be more to it but it was an interesting dream.
Post by: wierd on December 14, 2019, 01:58:34 pm
It was a passive-viewer type dream-
The crew of the original series star trek had entered orbit around a mysterious planet, which they found was inhabited by the descendents of a nortiorious gang of space pirates. The inhabitants were trying their best to make a life on an "extreme conditions" world, with temperate weather, but very high winds, and otherwise very extreme weather. The people were very tall and very strong; able to walk about completely unphased in essentially gale-force winds that were blowing the enterprise crew around in the kind of dramatic style that only that series could depict. The local vegetation was likewise adapted to the weather, and showed little to no ill effects, as well as the architecture, which I can only describe as 1980s suburban single family dwellings, but completely immune to high winds.
The inhabitants are interested in leaving the planet, but the extreme conditions make it impossible to launch traditional spacecraft. Captain Kirk is in discussions with their leader at the end of a cul-de-sac along with Bones and Spock--
Meanwhile, one of the crew (a very shapely female redshirt african american, but NOT uhura) snaps under the stress, and plays some 80s music (I have heard the song, but cannot find the track, otherwise I would cite it) featuring the lyrical phrase "Come on baby, dance with me!" with female vocals from her oversized bulky tricorder, before using an oversized bedsheet and some rope to create a makeshift parasail, and take off like she is skiing down a domestic avenue, and soaring over the tree-line doing a mid-air dance routine.
That's when I woke up wonder what the f*ck I had just experienced.
Post by: King Zultan on December 15, 2019, 08:11:53 am
Post by: Rolan7 on December 15, 2019, 08:27:02 am
See, the whole place was themed around transit. Everyone was constantly traveling, in various directions, but without any sense of final destination. And it was beautiful! Long white walkways curled through the sky, almost like a water park but with Apple's smooth "minimalist" shapes. Very un-natural and featureless. Impressive though, even beautiful - if only in scale.
The first problem took the form of a cluster of ramps going up to different levels. They originated at the same point, initially like a stalky plant about the width of a person, before each stalk curved away into a ramp. It was a bit non-euclidean, but it was also simply difficult to use. I had to pull myself a few meters up it before I got to a walkable level, and even then I was stooping at first.
That happened a few times actually, walkways not having enough headroom. They were clearly supposed to be paths, but then another walkway would be joined from above in such a way that it felt like the bottom of a stairwell, where you couldn't keep going without awkwardly climbing around the corner.
It got more explicit, almost like a game, in an area of light-bridges which required specific timing and possibly step combinations. Falling wasn't so bad, but it was eerie - kinda like Minecraft, there turned out to be a soft "bottom" where everything got really dark for a sec, before teleporting us back up to try again. It was eerie since everything was so cheerfully bright other than that.
Well, after a bit of that, I and some other humans managed to communicate a little with the Entities. A mix between demanding an explanation and begging for mercy, heh, since we had no idea why any of this was. That's when it turned out to be a misunderstanding, probably. Communication was difficult, they didn't think the way we do. But progress was made.
...Oh what the frick, I nearly forgot the worst part, which was me and a family member fighting over like... nothing. Trying to reconcile but being unable to. That sucked.
Later I was flying a prop-plane through a forest with a girl I know. It was fun dodging through the trees, though I kept thinking I was going to crash! It kept getting more difficult, and I think I was losing consciousness for brief moments. But unlike before, we were actually going somewhere - didn't know where, and maybe we... weren't supposed to be? Ha, I think we had escaped... And perhaps the Entities were trying to pull us back in some way. It became very difficult to see out, and we were spinning, but I tried to use the dials to level us out. We stopped spinning... but we were pointed down. Grey smoke resolved into dark ground.
Crashing was unpleasant, but we "lived" and were viewing a map. We had traveled ".2cm", just a smidge on the map, but it was progress. We'd "discovered" a new landmark, represented by a vaguely-Mythos squiggle, and could now navigate to it. That was a victory, heh! And I woke up.
Post by: Rolan7 on December 22, 2019, 08:26:31 am
Fortunately it was a groundhog day scenario, where I and another heister remembered everything. Our "leader", a nerdy mastermind like the one in the show, hilariously remembered nothing - which was interesting because we suspected him of being deceitful. The heist was supposed to be bloodless, but there were signs he was sacrificing civilians and maybe even team members.
I and the other heister (a woman my age, that's been a dream-trend a lot recently) watched our decoy van crash and explode like in a movie. We were unimpressed, having been through all this before. But this time she noticed someone try to crawl out - obviously, there wasn't supposed to be anyone inside. My jaded character didn't care that much, but she was *furious*, and her idealism was contagious. We decided to intentionally fail the heist until we worked out all the mastermind's deceptions.
Of course this had the macabre issue of making sure to die, not be captured, in order to reset the time loop. I'm not going to go into detail about that. At one point she was dead, and I was walking the streets kinda procrastinating the reset, thinking. Being inspired by her noble sacrifice, gripping a piece of brick with her name on it, promising to get to the bottom of this in her memory. Receiving a message from beyond- "Away From Keyboard" (I never thought I was in a dream or a game this time, so I didn't understand until now)
There was also a bit where I was cornered in a Waffle House, but the Professor had arranged for secret apartment to be built above it... somehow. I escaped by emerging from there, dressed as an eccentric tech giant, complaining about all the noise. It worked.
Skip forward to a pretty funny segment of the mastermind professor, completely confounded, sprinting to his double-extra-secret safehouse in a panic. All his backup plans had mysteriously failed, and nobody was answering their phones! And when he got to the secret door in the university sub-basement, we opened it for him and smiled daggers.
There was also a dream where me and some other students were protesting a sexy philosopher king, of an Egyptian persuasion (Stargate??) but then war came to the castle and he protected us. Um, that's probably enough said about that.
My friends and I were somehow visiting my first home, which IRL was bought and heavily remodeled. In the dream this involved shoving the original version up on a nearby hill, where we were observing it through a window. Its design kept changing drastically as I remembered it differently. Eventually the barn was kinda hanging off the attic, suspended in the air by a network of rickety-looking beams. Piles of fascinatingly ancient stuff (original computer manuals, glassware, bicycle parts...) lay on pallets in the air. Enticing, but terrifying to imagine climbing to. Fortunately it collapsed under its imbalanced weight. "Oh no Rolan, your old home!" "Nah it's okay, now we can actually reach all that cool stuff!"
Post by: Rolan7 on December 24, 2019, 07:49:53 pm
It was still totally opulent and decadent though. A bit too much so. He wanted to throw me a [party] to meet some people but I rolled my eyes and told him I was trying a "cleanse". He threw it anyway and it was actually pretty nice, though I just watched it while playing the original Civilization on my laptop. Very snug, good time (:
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 24, 2019, 08:54:02 pm
Post by: Bumber on December 24, 2019, 10:59:52 pm
I slept from 10 P.M. to 6 P.M.The next day? Or did you manage to sleep backwards with one weird trick?
Post by: Cthulhu on December 25, 2019, 12:43:00 am
When I WILD/Out-of-Body, I'm always ripped out of bed into a sort of between-space. It's completely empty, surrounded on all sides by a pinkish twilight sky, it looks a lot like when you fall through the level geometry in a videogame and it's just skybox all around. It's full of howling wind, that picks me up and throws me around. I usually keep my eyes closed through here though, to avoid accidentally opening my real eyes before I'm fully in the dream. Eventually I'm dropped back into bed, now in a dream. My house is always identical to my real house.
Outside is a giant maze of suburbs. Weirdly, while it doesn't match the real suburbs outside my house, it's always the same in the dream. When I've jumped up into the air to see farther, the suburbs go for miles in every direction, but there's a few discontinuities, like an area full of McMansions with swimming pools, and the periphery breaks down into a dismal rural area full of dilapidated farmhouses and long roads, more like where I grew up. I've explored this area the most, and gone into several houses. There are almost never any people in them, but there are occasionally people outside.
More interesting are the sub-levels, which are where I really want to explore, they feel like gateways, to a deeper level of the dream or to something else, and seem to be testing my will to pass through them.
There's the sawmill, which is sort of behind the dream landscape. I can't walk or fly there, but if I draw a door on a wall and push it open, the sawmill will be on the other side. It's got concrete walls and dirt floor, as well as particle-board partitions dividing it up into a sort of maze. It's full of dead, mutilated bodies. When I first saw it, I instinctively thought of it as a sawmill, even though it doesn't really resemble one. There's something in there, patrolling or guarding it, some kind of monster. I haven't seen it, but I could feel it, and the trick about dreams is that if you feel something in your gut, it's automatically true. If I want to see what's on the other side of the sawmill I'll have to get past the guardian (you see what I mean about a test?)
The other sub-level is below the dream, underneath the floor. If I find a tile floor, I can pull it away in sections, and underneath is a blackish red liquid. It's warm to the touch and very deep. I've stuck my arm in it but I haven't had the balls to dive in yet. There are stone structures floating in the depths, but I haven't been able to explore them and I don't know what they are. This is another one where if I want to see where it leads, I'll have to swallow the fear and dive into an unknown, dangerous place.
One of these days I'm gonna do it. It's not like I'm in any real danger, but fear is a really powerful thing in dreams. The dream is your own thoughts, so it conforms to your expectations. If you let yourself get scared, the dream will give you a reason to be scared.
Post by: itisnotlogical on December 25, 2019, 01:05:26 pm
I was either playing a Christmas-themed hidden object game, or literally was the protagonist. I would solve one puzzle, but then it gave me two more puzzle solutions. So I'd go solve another puzzle, and that one would give me five more keys. By the time I finally gave up and stayed awake I had dozens and dozens of items, and was moving so fast between puzzles and hidden object scenes that I was physically exhausted IRL.
Post by: Telgin on December 27, 2019, 10:38:31 am
Anyway, I remember that we were on some kind of important mission to blow up a UFO and that some woman was an important hero character like John Connor. She ran off to the UFO, and I got a popup notification in my head / vision / HUD I didn't know I had that she'd been killed and that the mission had been failed. Then I tried to shoot the UFO with an RPG I was carrying, but it was like a spring loaded Nerf weapon with a plastic warhead that just bounced off of the UFO.
Not sure what happened after that.
Honestly, a pretty typical dream for me, with video game elements and weapons that don't work properly. The only thing that was off was that it was Terminator instead of Aliens.
Post by: Iduno on December 27, 2019, 11:12:53 am
Sitting in a movie theater, just watching the weird things that go on in dreams sounds awesome.
Post by: itisnotlogical on January 02, 2020, 01:50:01 pm
A girl I had a gigantic crush on in high school started flirting with me, but I flashed her my wedding ring and she thankfully backed off with a minimum of embarassment. Then Aelita from Code Lyoko (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Code_Lyoko) (not the actress, the character) was there and gave me an autograph where she misspelled my name, replacing my last name with "Esquire" despite sounding nothing alike.
Then it was morning, a lot more of my current friends were there and also ProJared. My current best friend and I started talking shit about him before he walked into the room and I felt the need to apologize in a weirdly intimate manner with a lot of back-rubbing and other really weird touching. Then Mom made wonton soup and Jared started picking the wantons out with his hands, quickly and violently like a bird picks fish out of water. He'd take a bite or two of a dumpling, then drop it back into the soup. I found my lost autograph from earlier, given to me by another girl I'd crushed on in the past.
And then I woke up.
Post by: §k on January 03, 2020, 10:59:11 am
Post by: Iduno on January 03, 2020, 12:41:59 pm
I was holding a tiger cub who bit onto my hand and the mother tiger was charging to us across people. It was like in a huge lobby of a mall. The cub's biting felt very real, as if a cat were biting my hand during the sleep. There is no cat in my home though.
I need the salt.
Post by: bloop_bleep on January 03, 2020, 02:51:57 pm
There is no cat in my home though.
None that you know of.
Post by: Yoink on January 06, 2020, 07:39:54 pm
Some woman who'd entered the scene (whether she'd been picked up in port recently or what I do not know) went into the bridge/some important room with an older, seemingly rather easily-led male crewmember and seduced him - but not only that, during their very noisy tryst, she used these tiny items that were meant to power (or power up?) the ship to instead enhance the experience.
Some other gal, who I think was also part of the crew, sat outside and tried not to die of laughter throughout as she ostensibly kept a lookout.
Shortly, various members of the crew were being sternly told off by... something, possibly an AI or robot that was in charge of certain aspects of running the ship, such as utilising those power cores or whatever, which this being was now angrily berating them for losing one of. I'm not sure if they were magic, machine or tiny pockets of some rare resource, but in any case they were highly valuable.
The next scene I remember, the ship was docked with another, similar ship (they may have been docked all along but I don't know) and two of the crew, main characters, were preparing to invade the other ship - in hopes of replacing the thing they'd lost, I believe.
Various other folks were there to see them off, some wanting to accompany them, others wanting to get their hands on some crazy weapons from the armoury, such as some kind of badass "fire swords" - but they were informed that said swords couldn't be taken from storage unless one actually had recently experienced fire.
The lead of the boarding party (duo?) however, who had suffered the brunt of the telling-off, quickly armed himself with one. Can't remember exactly how the dialogue went, but one of the two was puzzled by this, like, "How did--" "You/we were fired, remember?", or vice-versa - either version followed by a groan of pun-realisation.
Then, they boarded the other ship at last.
Waiting for them was a rival crew member, who I believed had been an established character in the dream in his own right.
He stepped forward, armed with a sword of his own to face the attackers - and their leader suddenly threw himself to one side, unleashing some telekinetic power of his (powered by science, I think) to throw their opponent backwards into some electrical components of the ship that he was standing by, where he was swiftly and violently electrocuted to death.
I was shocked, from a narrative perspective, at this established, relatable character being snuffed out so casually, but the boarding duo were already pressing onwards, out of the engine room and into - - -
...At that point I was woken up. Sorry.
Anyway I'm going to go wake up some more now, so hopefully this recount actually makes sense, since I haven't proof-read it.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 06, 2020, 08:38:56 pm
Post by: KateyKitsune on January 06, 2020, 10:32:26 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on January 07, 2020, 08:03:20 am
The last was most interesting. The two players were wizards, one red and one blue, who flung bits of fire or cold while running a gauntlet (third person camera) of shadow-creatures. Flinging the wisps felt very natural, good VR.
In the last level there was a strange primordial, formless creature who befriends the team. Whichever wizard approached it first determined its form, and automatically assigned it a fire or ice themed name. A Moltres or a Milotic appearance-wise, though the names were more arcane. Whichever the choice, at the end of the level it unleashed devastating elemental power which defeated the shadows, but covered the world in ice or fire. A different kind of Armageddon.
My brother wanted to move on to a different game afterwards, but I felt like there was something more. I found a hidden unlocked single-player mode, only for that last level, where the player can switch between fire and ice Ikaruga-style. When I approached the elemental this way, I wasn't in a rush to name it. I listened to it.
Then I was the elemental, guiding this wizard through a puzzling maze. I wasn't bound by a name or nature, which let me use all sorts of different abilities to make paths through the obstacles. My favorite was a sort of dimensional doorway I could open up, with stars inside. There was no apocalypse at the end. I think there were books.
Post by: CABL on January 07, 2020, 08:35:24 am
Post by: Iduno on January 12, 2020, 10:37:18 am
There was other stuff about a hotel, and a lot of toys in the front yard, but I think my brain was just trying to link a bunch of dreams together semi-coherently.
Post by: Superdorf on January 12, 2020, 11:15:03 am
I had a puppy, and started scratching the head of a cat (once I made sure it was okay with being scratched). Then I felt a bump on the arm I was scratching the cat's head with, as another cat sate down to get scratches, and I had to find a way to give 3 animals scratches with 2 hands.
That's adorable. ^-^
Post by: Dunamisdeos on January 13, 2020, 06:37:48 pm
Remember that time the Flying Dutchman stayed at Spongebob's house? It was like that.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 13, 2020, 07:28:01 pm
I had some goddam what the fuck oh shit fever dreams while I had the flu last week. 103-104 fever is fucked up folks.So did your dreams involve the Flying Dutchman or did O misinterpret the metaphor? Hope you get better
Remember that time the Flying Dutchman stayed at Spongebob's house? It was like that.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on January 14, 2020, 03:55:14 pm
I had some goddam what the fuck oh shit fever dreams while I had the flu last week. 103-104 fever is fucked up folks.So did your dreams involve the Flying Dutchman or did O misinterpret the metaphor? Hope you get better
Remember that time the Flying Dutchman stayed at Spongebob's house? It was like that.
It's this scene :3
https://youtu.be/dtXOMldpQVw (https://youtu.be/dtXOMldpQVw)
Post by: McTraveller on January 14, 2020, 04:07:57 pm
Post by: King Zultan on January 15, 2020, 02:17:19 am
I had a dream where cheese was eating cheese. Specifically something like a slice of cheddar eating a little cube of something like cream cheese.Cannibalistic cheese, it is terrifying.
Post by: Rolan7 on January 15, 2020, 07:49:18 am
Then I was playing a combination of Minecraft and Pokemon. Except the Pokemon were little hordes of guinea pigs (I has a guinea pig). They felt *amazing* to stick my hand in, warm fuzzy adorableness, but I could also throw any object to them and they would swarm and devour it for component parts. I think the crafting was going to involve "evolving" them by feeding them different scraps from the shattered temple.
There were local aliens in the temple but they considered me a potential help, so they were operating like tutorial NPCs.
Post by: Cyroth on January 15, 2020, 08:28:19 pm
I was just dreaming that I was dreaming that I was dreaming that I was dreaming, several layers deep, waking up every time when I noticed there is something wrong about the scene and getting weirder with every step.
Woke up and saw light comming through the blinders, bedside clock told me I overslept for 8 hours. Panicked I grabbed my smart phone trying to figure why the alarm didn't go off. Wait... hadn't I replaced that model with another one six or so months ago?~
I jumped awake and hit my head on the underside of the top bunk and my sister yelled at me because that woke her. What. I had the top bunk when I was a kid and I was was bunking with my brother, sis had her own room~
Woke up, everythings dark. Clock told me I needed to get up in 30 minutes. I reached out to turn on the small bedside lamp and looked into the ceiling mirror. Thats strange... wasn't my gf supposed to be visiting her parents until Saturday? No wait, thats her FF14 avatar, she isn't Miqo'te* in real li~
I wake up yet again and everything is normal. Been awake for 30 minutes now and I'm still not entirely sure this is actually reality this time. Brain, why?
*not that I'd actually complain if she was Miqo'te in RL. I mean, come on. Catgirls.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 15, 2020, 09:05:12 pm
Post by: Bumber on January 16, 2020, 12:39:12 am
I am responding, so you must have typed this in reslity
That's exactly what an Inception would say! We need to go un-deeper!!!
Post by: Iduno on January 16, 2020, 09:18:37 am
Did that wake you up?
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 16, 2020, 10:45:43 am
Yes, speech alone will not convince you of reality. If you know you are in a dream, you can do things you cannot do in reality. If you are in a dream, it would Be possible to phase your hand through a table instead of touching it. If you touch the table and it feels like a table, you are likely in reality. Another test you can do is attempting to bend a pencil without breaking it. Another way to test reality could be to start thinking about different places, if the thinking doesn’t bring you to that place, you are likely in reality/ I notice that in dreams things I touch seem...less real, transitory. It’s like my sense of touch is dulled. If your sense of touch is as it would be in reality, it is likely you are in reality.I am responding, so you must have typed this in reslity
That's exactly what an Inception would say! We need to go un-deeper!!!
Post by: King Zultan on January 17, 2020, 07:39:51 am
You seem to have different experiences than I do, because if I punch a table it feels like punching a table.Yes, speech alone will not convince you of reality. If you know you are in a dream, you can do things you cannot do in reality. If you are in a dream, it would Be possible to phase your hand through a table instead of touching it. If you touch the table and it feels like a table, you are likely in reality. Another test you can do is attempting to bend a pencil without breaking it. Another way to test reality could be to start thinking about different places, if the thinking doesn’t bring you to that place, you are likely in reality/ I notice that in dreams things I touch seem...less real, transitory. It’s like my sense of touch is dulled. If your sense of touch is as it would be in reality, it is likely you are in reality.I am responding, so you must have typed this in reslity
That's exactly what an Inception would say! We need to go un-deeper!!!
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 21, 2020, 10:45:55 am
Post by: Yoink on January 21, 2020, 09:57:54 pm
Spoiler: First dream (click to show/hide)
Tl;dr: shady character with bionic hand sells box full of the Virgin Mary's blood donations to the head of a nunnery, is sent to rural church in town where thinly-veiled Doc & Marty ripoffs live. Also, pirates.
Second dream: uh, I'm pretty sure there was one I planned on putting here, but I seem to have forgotten it entirely meanwhile. Whoops.
Spoiler: Third dream (click to show/hide)
Long-forgotten perpetrator of heinous crimes serving out stasis chamber sentence in some kindly lady's living room, is let out for lunch with guest and pursued by vampires/is a vampire/has nothing to do with vampires/idfk.
Post by: Iduno on January 22, 2020, 09:06:40 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 22, 2020, 09:30:34 am
Post by: Bumber on January 22, 2020, 07:02:46 pm
I can't remember if he was a mass murderer, a serial killer or if he shot a popstar, but in any case it was something abhorrent enough to get him locked away forever
Vampire slayer?
Post by: Yoink on January 23, 2020, 08:52:22 pm
Maybe the people he killed were all actually bloodthirsty vampires, yet he was locked up for all time since the legal system didn't even accept the existence of such creatures.
Anyway, I remember part of a couple of new dreams from last night, but probably not enough to make them interesting. I typed up part of one, maybe I'll do the rest later but who knows.
Possibly the highlight of them all was in the third dream - the rudest waiter of all time. He definitely thought the job was beneath him, and whenever anyone dared to get his attention to demand a status update on the drinks he was meant to be bringing them he would smash whatever glass he was carrying and storm off.
Later on, much to the surprise of the party, who had been dealing with his shit for a while, possibly even on multiple occasions, he started acting polite and helpful.
All eyes, even those of the normally reserved and aloof members of the group, went to see who warranted such treatment - it turned out to be a young guy in their group, who in the course of whatever went on in this dream (pretty sure he fell out of a plane at one point and was saved from drowning by dolphins) had acquired not one but two cute female admirers, one of whom was currently trying to make herself comfortable on his lap.
Much to his embarrassment, since this was right in the middle of whatever dramatic, regal dining room they were in - I have vague impression of dark, carved wooden surfaces, gloom, the glow of a fireplace and general elegance. It probably didn't help that the other gal was sitting right beside him, as well.
Not sure if the surly waiter was hoping that the dude's game would rub off on him or if he was simply taken with the girls (I think they were both new to the group), but in any case he even offered them cream with the drinks they'd ordered and asked what else they might need.
Cue much eye-rolling from the older members of the party, and a heightening of the guy in question's embarrassment thanks to the added attention.
Other highlights from last night's dreams include some kind of dormitory cat relay and a beat-down of an attempted rapist, that I believe later on lead to a dramatic kung-fu brawl in a courtyard that resulted in multiple deaths.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 03, 2020, 03:29:35 pm
Post by: nenjin on February 03, 2020, 04:17:00 pm
I'm in a big house. The house is owned/controlled by criminals/thugs. I don't know why I'm there, but I know I need to find a guy.
Also in the house is a RL coworker of mine. She's kinda fiery IRL. So I ask her "Where is the guy, what did they do with them?"
And she kind of rolls her eyes and gives me some non-responses until eventually I'm like "Seriously, where is he?"
So she says "Ok. Go to a bathroom in the house that looks like [some description of bathroom features I don't remember.] Look in to the mirror in the bathroom. Squint with your right eye and look in to the reflection. You should see in the reflection his body underneath the floor where they buried him."
I tried it in the dream for a few minutes without success, then I woke up.
*spooky ghost noises*
Post by: Egan_BW on February 04, 2020, 06:24:09 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 04, 2020, 06:42:14 am
Post by: helmacon on February 08, 2020, 05:21:15 pm
There was a group of us walking along this huge cutout (like, an area by a river that drops down from the road via a concrete slope) but this one was huge, like 50 meters across, and had another concrete slope on the other side, so it was like a little artificial valley.
The grass was very green and soft, with rich dark dirt underneath. Several pairs of train tracks ran through this valley, and the gravel underneath their tracks spilled out to make the shore of the river bank. It was midday, clear and sunny, but not hot, and you could hear birds chirping.
We walked for some time, and eventually the cut out turned away to the left and underneath am overpass. There were fewer train tracks here. We were far from the city. In front of us was a massive concrete slope (like the one under an overpass, but with no road/bridge above it.
One of the members of our group, am old old man, started telling us this is back where workers who built the trains used to live, and they used to climb this slope every day. They would mine the gravel back on the other side of this.
The slope is huge, like a mountain, or the side of a canyon. We start climbing, and for some reason everyone is giving encouragement to the old guys son (still a rather old guy himself, with a silvery beard) that today would be the day he beat his father to the top.
The climb is hard. The incline is at least 70 degrees, and the surface of the concrete is liken loose cloth. You have to take a handful of it and pull it taut to pull yourself up.
The old man's son is actually fairly unconcerned with beating his dad, and brushes off the encouragement, pontificating on the view instead. His dad is likewise unconcerned with the idea of a competition. They are both from the workers that used to live back here. This climb the rest of us see as terrifying and adventurous is nostalgic to them. Us younger generations just don't understand.
I am climbing hard to keep up with them, the veterans, and we have left most of the other group behind. Some of them are beginning to turn back down there, satisfied with their day trip, safe near the bottom. Those of us up here did not come for a day trip though. I risk a glance down and the world spins. The cutout is far below me and the winds push me against the slope. Despite the cloth like nature of it, it is still concrete, and my hands are scraped and rough. My muscles ache from the climb, but there is no easy way down from up here.
The old man's son stops to give me a smile from under his grey beard, encouraging me. We press on. A little bird lands on his shoulder for a moment, before diving out into the wind again.
The old man has reached the top ahead of me, with a few others. "Look!" One of them exclaims, "the shadow, it's..."
I am so close now. My muscles are burning, and my hands are cut. To fall from this height is certain death. I cannot give out.
With one final effort I reach the top. There is that terrifying moment where the slope above me is gone, and I have nothing to cling too. Where I must push down to hoist myself up like climbing onto a roof. My arms are shaking as I do so, and for a moment I fear they will give out, but then someone seizes my arm and hauls me up. I'm safe. I made it.
I look up to see the other side and I lose my breath again. Rolling green plains spread out beneath us, a wide river cutting through them, and what I think for a moment is the shadow of this ediface ripples and moves.
It's a heard of... some kind of creature!?? There are thousands of them down there, black as shadow. Birds are flying in V formation across the scene, but even they are below us up here. The winds push against us, and I can hear the faint echo of a guitar on them, with the smell of food. Like hearing a concert from a dozen blocks away.
We are all exhausted, but the view fills my heart with awe. The other side of this slope used to be a mountain, but it was broken down for gravel, bit by bit, by the workers to fill under the train tracks. Now, it's just this this monument to labor. Two steep cliffs, with a small clearing up top. One side concrete, the other natural rock face, just as steep.
I feel good, like when you finally catch your breath after a long run. The air is cold and clean.
I relax for a moment, and the dream begins to melt. The whole slope flops over and we all cling to the side, screaming, hanging onto the concrete fabric, dangling over the earth miles below.
Someones grip slips, but my view of the fall is interpreted as the whole thing flops back the other way. It's a smaller flop, the thing is rightening itself, but there force of it flings me off of it out over those great green planes. I squeeze my eyes shut as I tumble through the air, but when I open them, I am awake. This strange and beautiful world is gone, and the people I met, who felt so real and deep are left behind in it.
They felt like real people. Like they had thoughts and actions their own I could never dream up. And the world, it was beautiful, and surreal, and it felt very real as well.
I genuinely miss that place. It was only an hour ago, but it felt more real that much of what I do awake. I wonder if it was..
Post by: helmacon on February 08, 2020, 05:28:30 pm
Like the dream was a test, one I almost passed, but at the last moment I failed, and I lost something wonderful back there.
Regardless, I feel better this morning than I have in months. I feel actually alive, awake for the first time in months, but there is a longing in my soul I don't know how to reconcile now. I miss what I saw in that dream...
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 09, 2020, 06:26:06 am
So with 5 big bottles of vodka I run up to the escalator leading up to the 5th floor. Looking down I see the first floor is a scene of pandemonium, just full of zombies moving up to the 2nd floor. As I look up to the 5th floor, I see people running down the wrong side of the escalator screaming about zombies. "No fair" I thought, seeing all of our supplies cut off by ridiculous sums of zombies. Seeing no time to escape and zombies running down the right side of the escalator whilst I was still stuck on the wrong side, I grabbed a kid with bodacious curly hair and leaped off the escalator onto the one below, moments before we were both grabbed by damn zambies. Also all my vodkas shattered on the floor, but that didn't matter anymore.
With zambies attacking the 4th and 2nd floor we went to the 3rd floor and bolted for the shop farthest away from the escalators, taking over a small Japanese store full of cooking utensils & sauces, quickly pulling the curtains down and pressing the button to lower the metal shutters. With the four of us inside, the sounds of carnage outside, we desperately hoped none of the zombies would wander through the paper-thin curtain before the metal shutter SLOWLY finished lowering.
After a painful 10 seconds, the shutter lowered just fine. Then the zombie horde started wailing on the shutter, and the shutters were buckling like a fence in a tornado. Luckily the store had a fire-escape so we all bolt. Problem is, all of the doors are not fucking labeled and there are multiple doors, so it's like walking through a maze of doors. This is a problem because the zombies sound like they've broken into the shop and there are zombies everywhere else in the mall, so we're half expecting to find them in the fire escape stairway too. When we come to a fork in the hallway, half of us decide to take the door to our right, the other half keep going forwards.
The door to the right goes down a staircase, which I hope means bringing us closer to ground level and out of the fucking megamall, whilst I worry the fire escape going forwards is just going to lead to more zombie'd stores. As we go down the staircase for a bloody long time, the sound of zombies behind us, it becomes readily apparent that we are not on ground level, but really far below it.
Fear that we were walking deeper into a dead end, we pressed forward when we saw signs detailing this was a shelter - dreams of strong doors, supplies for years.
Quickly we open the door and one of my friends and the child I nabbed quickly jump in. It's apparent there is only space for two, at which point the "shelter" ejects through a tunnel into daylight like some yellow UFO pod. Quickly climbing through the claustrophobic tunnel after my friends, I arrive at ground level to find they are long gone, and there are zombies everywhere. The zombies are kept at bay by a robot and an ayyylien, who explain this is all just population control measures and that my friends would be safe. We however, were on our own. The two left us and we quickly scurried away to hide from the zombies.
Our efforts to hide went exceptionally well, especially after we found a lot of the zombies had no eyes and needed to hear you. That is when my colleague loudly announced they can't see us... And so they did. Queue great running through the city until we reached the forest, exhausted but very alive
*EDIT
Tonight's dream I had whilst listening to the sounds of the storm outside, all in all, it was a really good night's sleep. I dreamed I was on the alien's world with the rest of the humans who had been taken from Earth, where we were all waiting in what looked like a giant, pristine and sterile airport environment. Tons of sleek white material that felt ceramic to the touch on every surface, with very few edges to speak of in the architecture - they did like their smooth surfaces.
We were being processed very calmly by an AI kiosk who was rather excited to see us, who it described as "new items." I told the kiosk I did not want to be described as a new item, the kiosk queried why not? Because it was an item and happy to be one. I said nevermind. The kiosk gave me a bunch of clothes which all turned out to be a school uniform, one you might give to juveniles. I asked the kiosk if it knew the difference between adult and child humans, the kiosk said no.
The kiosk explained that the ayyyliens did not have culturally significant stages of development; juvenile spawn were treated as unready adults. I replied that perhaps the kiosk did understand after all! The kiosk replied, that it was unsure what I meant. Nevertheless I explained to the kiosk that the clothes it had given me were meant for a child on Earth, which the kiosk said was a problem, as it had only made school uniforms. Millions of them.
I soon saw what the kiosk meant as I entered the post-processing atrium of the ayylien airport into what amounted to an ayyylien duty-free shopping and leisure area, where I could see thousands of humans mingling amongst the ayyyliens. Some were ancient, some were very young, babes even. All were wearing the bloody school uniforms. I joked with this one lady that it had a very humbling effect, like a great leveler. The ayyyliens themselves were curious of us, as we were of them. As far as I could tell they did not possess eyes, or at least anything I could discern as eyes.
They were tall with white, leathery-skin. Some of them had a blueish tint to their skin, whilst for others their skin was purplish - like the colour of veins under an albino's dermis. They had four orifices in the lower-middle section of their head; all four were used for smelling and breathing, but two also doubled up as primary and secondary mouths. They were arrayed like a T-shape:
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They also had two mammal-like ears recessed into their head. Their hearing was supposedly amazing, with a retractable membrane for when we got too loud for them :[
I later learned from them that they possessed a tonal language. Their language consisted entirely of vowels, with the differences in tone being extremely important. Stressed, unstressed. Long or short vowels. The melody they formed being the thing which captured the meaning. This made translating what neither side of us recognised as words very difficult, but the kiosk tried its best to help. Wandering more still, I found what looked to be some kind of recreational garden, densely spotted with these sharp, triangular pillars that reached from floor to ceiling. They stretched on for as far as I could see, disappearing into a forest of obelisks. When the wind blowed through the sound it created was like a music box made of pipes, the wind catching on each pillar and resonating in the spaces between them. The kiosk began explaining how the pillars were singing the story of the ayyyliens constructing the airport, which sounded very mundane. But in the wind - how beautiful the melody was!
Eventually they let us loose on their planet. I myself chose to reside by an artificial canal that was full of what approximated a frog and thousands of tadpoles. I am unsure if they were related to the alien reproductive cycle, because one of the aliens was swimming in the canal, half-submerged, evidently guarding them. Perhaps they were pets? Livestock? Unsure.
I sat by the canal with the pleasantly warm sun overhead. Eventually the alien came closer to inspect me and I offered my hand to them as a handshake - they just booped by finger with theirs and retreated back to the middle of the canal. Later they sat by me and tried to speak, as did I. I tried my best to copy the sounds they made, not knowing what I was saying, knowing only that I could convey the intent to communicate. The alien seemed pretty expressive for a creature without eyes. After they returned to their frog canal I watched for a while longer before the dream ended
Post by: hops on February 10, 2020, 08:47:25 am
To prove it to her, I tried to spy on it while it is distracted. I entered and adjoining building and tried to astrally project through the wall to see the Melancholy. I found myself at a Dream Club instead. This is where people come to have fun by shaping their shared dreams. Its popularity has even eclipsed virtual reality.
Post by: Yoink on February 14, 2020, 06:49:38 am
I leapt up like some ungainly seal-type creature, grabbing for the tasty projectile with my mouth, and wound up with it somehow balanced on the side of my face. I kept my head at that unnatural angle as I sat back down, the cookie still perched there.
Can't remember quite what her reaction to this display of silliness was, but I don't think it was entirely unfavourable.
...That is the sum total of what I remember from last night's dreams. I'm sure there was a lot more, since I believe I didn't get a whole lot of undisturbed sleep, but there you go. Actually, on that note, I think I might place a notebook nearby when I go to bed shortly, that I might scribble up a quick recount of my dreams should the mood take me in the morning.
Edit: P.S. Woody Guthrie sucks.
Edit2: oh wait, yeah, at some point I also dreamt that an old favourite band of mine had reformed and were releasing an album. That was a bit disappointing to wake up from, haha.
Post by: Pancakes on February 14, 2020, 10:46:32 pm
It's been a while since a dream confused me so much.
Post by: Telgin on February 16, 2020, 01:09:14 pm
I ended up landing it in the parking lot of the airport, missing all of the parked cars through clearly impossible means, all while cars proceeded past the plane on the roads as if nothing was amiss.
I never saw the president, so I guess I was just repositioning the plane or something.
Post by: Imic on February 17, 2020, 03:04:59 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 17, 2020, 07:11:34 am
My dream was a completely fake LastWeekTpnight episode where the narrator talked about a guy who asked for numbers but the *correct* answers were part of zero, so a number greater than zero was o
Post by: Egan_BW on February 17, 2020, 07:57:07 pm
I dreamt last night that Toady posted a critique of GaW. This was treated as a normal thing, as though Toady just went around posting critiques of Forum Games all the time.That would be fun and also terrifying.
Toady senpai notice me.
Post by: Rolan7 on February 18, 2020, 11:37:24 am
Much more pleasantly, I dreamed I was piloting a little spaceshuttle on Luna, along with a lot of other people. It was a very tricky and seemingly realistic experience, kinda Kerbal-like but with more fuel. Eventually I landed such that it was like laying down in an empty field and staring at the starry sky.
The feeling of vastness, of being unanchored, was present but bearable, and the view was worth it. Earth was in the center of my vision, full of detail, as were various slowly-drifting lunar satellites. Habitats with modular agri-domes connected by tubes. Their motion was almost imperceptible, but they seemed to rotate for "gravity". Smaller satellites, or ships, adjusted orbits occasionally for unknown reasons. It was kinda Kessler-esque, and part of why our jobs as pilots were difficult. I was able to see a little parallax when shifting my head back and forth, so some of these things weren't all that far away.
I was discussing all this with other pilots over the radio, when I noticed a planetary body emerging from behind the Earth. Initially I thought it was another moon somehow, but obviously it had to be much larger than Earth even though it appeared much smaller. It was lush and green from what I could tell, possibly of a single artificial biome. A "gaia world" without even oceans, very unnatural.
I'm probably being too analytical and it was supposed to be a second Luna-sized moon, and it being so visible was just dream-logic. It was a little eerie, though. Reminds me of the dreams where I'm on Earth but a planet or gas giant is slowly filling up the sky.
Post by: Bumber on February 18, 2020, 12:46:03 pm
Initially I thought it was another moon somehow, [...]
Spoiler: So what you're saying is... (click to show/hide)
Post by: Rolan7 on February 18, 2020, 09:33:30 pm
Heyo!Spoiler: So what you're saying is... (click to show/hide)
And it was rad as hell, but probably too rad, it was scary. Grand emptiness, celestial bodies threatening Earth. Typical stuff, but maybe I can't even, for just a little while??
And the headshaving thing. Like... nn.
Dreaming is awesome and I'm glad I do it, but it sure comes at a cost.
Post by: Yoink on February 19, 2020, 05:16:13 pm
Unfortunately I don't remember more, a lot of interesting stuff went on in that dream.
One other dream-snippet I remember was a guy playing some fiercely competitive Battle Royale game. Not sure if it was a stream or a recording or what, but I was watching. A teammate of his had just been gunned down and he (and his remaining teammates) knew the killer was still lurking/camping nearby, waiting to catch them out.
This dude crept up to the scene, prone, then dropped a gas can (PuBG style) before casually dropping a primed grenade (certainly not PuBG style, where you can only throw them) and moving to crouch on his friend's body, acting as though he was trying to hide by clipping through the corpse.
The camper quickly gunned him down from where he waited just a short distance away, then rushed over to loot the bodies. He was bobbing up and down grabbing stuff as the spectators watched, then suddenly exploded as the grenade went off.
I'm assuming he was the last of his squad (or this game worked differently to the average IRL Battle Royale game), since he died immediately - and promptly began a vitriolic outpouring of rage through the voice chat. It was pretty funny.
I believe there was still at least one other enemy remaining, but I woke up before the protagonist's squad could win or lose the game overall.
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 19, 2020, 07:36:37 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 19, 2020, 09:53:51 pm
Dreamed I fought the law, and the law, won. It was musical and everything. What was cool was that I was fully immersed in the bizarre dreamscape, I genuinely felt I was going to be imprisoned in a musical prison for the next 11 yearsisn’t the human mind wonderful?
Post by: JoshuaFH on February 20, 2020, 01:45:59 am
Now there's a whole slew of new levels I've never played before, and I'm just ecstatic at this revelation, I want to explore everything! My cousin though, is totally expressionless throughout the entire dream, he behaves like he's seen and done this a million times, and it doesn't warrant excitement.
(Side Note: This is something I grotesquely hate; whenever I'd go to a Friday Night Magic, almost everyone there has been playing the game for decades, and literally nothing surprises them in the slightest anymore. They just want to play the game in a professional, efficient way; and for a relative newcomer like this I can't help but interpret the attitude is callousness towards a newcomer, and towards any attitude of fun and spontaneity which is what I really want out of an environment like that. Back to the dream...)
So we're playing the game in a kind of coop setup (something that should have tipped me off that this was a dream) and he makes a beeline for a level in this Underworld where you can easily exploit the enemies to get a lot of lives or points, and he just keeps doing that over and over and over. I'm exploring this Underworld very excitedly, and I find that there's a secret that leads to another new section of the map: an even deeper underworld underneath the underworld.
Now, I'm basically in the game, and my cousin is still faffing about abusing the game mechanics somewhere. I see though that the game's map just keeps going deeper down, and there's a literal stairway to descend. *I'M* going down the stairway, and it leads into this area that is almost totally dark and filthy with refuse and what looks like millions of bodies of leeches, toads, and some creatures I couldn't recognize, all of them covered in a thick, oily black substance. A large tortoise with a human face was loitering around the top of the stairway, and it tumbles down the stairway into the mess waiting for it at the bottom. I'm paralyzed in fear, standing on the stairs between the bottom and top, trying to take everything in. I'm looking around as hard as I can, and I can only be amazed at how amazingly, finely detailed everything is; I was certain I wasn't in a dream, because EVERYTHING JUST HAD SO MUCH DETAIL, I could see everything down to the smallest grains of dirt, to the individual drops of grime and sludge, just everything. There was really only one thing to do at this point, I was thinking, and that was to continue progressing downwards, to see what's hidden in this hidden underworld. I wake up at this point.
I was just really startled at this bizarre dream that began as a corruption of one of my favorite games.
Post by: Yoink on February 20, 2020, 05:38:52 am
I often have dreams about/inspired by videogames, I wonder why that is...
Dreamed I fought the law, and the law, won. It was musical and everything. What was cool was that I was fully immersed in the bizarre dreamscape, I genuinely felt I was going to be imprisoned in a musical prison for the next 11 yearsSomething like this (https://youtu.be/lhBdyL2Py-s)?
Post by: Kagus on February 23, 2020, 08:35:02 pm
I, however, was on the floor and using my special vision was coordinating the efforts of our anti-badguy police force, which was comprised of a small dog and a hairless cat.
Badguys would show up as a red blip on my vision, whereupon I'd have to point them out to one of the officers and get them on the case. However, this wasn't the bad guy's first rodeo, and he'd picked the mite character... A bloodsucking little bastard whose blip was a single red pixel, and thereby nearly impossible to see.
After struggling massively (the cheeky bastard even tried latching on to officer dog at one point), we got a hot tip from one of the dinner guests that the mite had reattached himself to a bite site on my dad's ass. I said "What? No, that's just the redness from the bite, it's not...", and then the mite started running. I'd been outdone by someone who didn't even have badguy-vision.
The cat player had, meanwhile, made the smart decision to change his officer character to Mite-hunter, which was... Dunno, some sort of tiny spider? Something like that. Came equipped with a teeny tiny section of clear plastic tubing that I think was supposed to help hunt/trap mites in some fashion, but we never figured out how to use it in a sensible fashion.
The mite managed to get away, but he couldn't have gone far... We scoured local terrain (I must have been just scooching myself across the floor on my stomach, looking under tables and desks and such), bit came up dry.
On a hunch, I checked out one last place... The right cheeky bastard, he'd gone back to the bite site right under our noses! I immediately pulled Mite-hunter into action, putting him down next to the mite and waiting for him to orient himself enough to figure out where the bad guy was.
Finally he caught on, just as the mite was trying to make his escape. A titanic battle of wills occurred, but the mite was no match for the specialized equipment and training or the Mite-hunter... He was eventually locked down, overpowered, and strung up. A menace defeated.
But wait! While the two of them were tussling, another mite player had spawned right underneath them! Disoriented after spawning in, he took a few moments to realize where he was and what was going on. "Bogey on your two Mite-hunter!" (which I now realize I'd gotten backwards, and the enemy was actually at 10 o'clock... But luckily the Mite-hunter player was apparently as much of a dumbass as I was at dispatch, so he caught on and went in the right direction), and he took off after the foe.
The headstart wasn't quite good enough to save him from the wrath of the Mite-hunter, and soon we had another bad guy drained and strung up. Officer dog congratulated us both on a job well done.
I sat back in contentment and thought to myself "Oh, how the mite-y have fallen...", at which point I think the utter stupidity of that pun woke me up.
It's 2:30 AM now that I've finished writing this. What the actual fuck.
Post by: Rolan7 on February 24, 2020, 02:00:29 pm
Spoiler: Background, CW on this entire post: lethal self defense with guns (click to show/hide)
For some reason last night I dreamed about being in a shootout in an apocalypse! I had a pistol (not a revolver, oddly/sadly) and I wasn't expected to reload it, just do my part. Which was brutal.
It was supposed to just be a negotiation with some rivals, but the person we were talking to flashed a coded signal I picked up on. We sprinted to cover behind a barn, like 5 of us vs 7 of them. Harvey (from Stardew Valley) didn't quite make it, I wanted to drag him behind the wall but he went unconscious way too fast and they were still shooting.
Long story short... I got a couple flesh wounds but barely felt it due to shock, and I shot 3 people before I ran out of bullets. One of those *definitely* died, because I got the drop on him and aimed and... Most of us survived, and it was fucking awful.
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 25, 2020, 06:13:43 am
Lmao yes, I'm the confused dude in leatherDreamed I fought the law, and the law, won. It was musical and everything. What was cool was that I was fully immersed in the bizarre dreamscape, I genuinely felt I was going to be imprisoned in a musical prison for the next 11 yearsSomething like this (https://youtu.be/lhBdyL2Py-s)?
Post by: McTraveller on February 25, 2020, 01:13:35 pm
And we were running, and ran into a barn serving as a garage, but in the back of the barn there were Doors You Don't Open. Because we were fleeing, we went through that set of doors... I remember tripping in the dream, and just staring up at the ceiling, but being a young kid was terrified and started screaming. There weren't any creatures or anything in the dream - just going through Scary Doors and tripping.
I was actually screaming in real life; my wife had to wake me up.
Post by: Yoink on February 27, 2020, 06:45:14 am
It turned out to be some sort of apartment, I think, a large one filled with rooms leading into rooms, a seemingly ridiculous number of rooms for an apartment or flat.
Our guide was leading us cautiously through these, apparently hoping that the actual owner of the place was away.
Suddenly he stopped, stared at something out of our view, then turned and ran.
Shortly we were all running, as quietly as possible whilst still keeping a good pace through this bizarrely laid-out apartment.
Then, from a doorway or room to one side, evidently either roused by the noise of our passage or commanded by their master to prevent our escape, came a dog dressed in bondage gear??!
I know it was wearing a ball gag, at least.
I dunno, that was fuckin' weird. I think there was some explanation to why that was a thing, but I'm assuming it boiled down to the owner of the apartment being a huge creep.
Anyway, can't remember if or how we escaped or not. *shrug*
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 28, 2020, 03:37:56 am
Post by: Rolan7 on March 01, 2020, 07:22:24 am
CW: Hugging
I'm back at college and I meet this tall, surprisingly athletic guy with a heavy british accent. We hit it off somehow, flirt a bit - he's very intelligent and somehow has time for me, and even goes home with me 8)
So there we are alone in my childhood home, and I'm about to drop the ball and suggest Stellaris, but he goes in the bathroom and keeps casually chatting. He comes out, we're about to embrace and my mom comes home :o
I'm mortified, he seems amused. I send him upstairs as I greet her around a corner, and say I have a friend over. She understands exactly what's going on and awkwardly congratulates me :-[. I scream internally and head upstairs.
Now, the acoustics in my childhood home were... not great for privacy. Fortunately I have a secret garden up there (yay dreams) complete with a babbling brook. It's dark and a little eerie, a little fey, a lot romantic really. The mood returns and we just embrace for a while. It's weird how muscular he is, that's not generally my thing, but it's paired with this patient, gentle, academic mind with a hot British accent. I guess he's some ideal British exchange student, ANYWAY hugging him feels really really good, aaaand...
Oh look it's my dad, swimming in a lake. Along with half of his friends. And they're waving to us. aaaaaaaaagh
So fuckit, we go swimming, and that's basically that. But it's still fun, and it's *okay*. There will be other opportunities, and in fact my date and I fall asleep on the shore together. I "wake up" with him in my arms, realizing that this has all been a dream, and it's... disappointing, but very impressive. We have a beautiful night-time view of the University below. There are three huge marble pillars, each carrying a glyph of frustration. I get up and collect my phone, carefully, desperate to photograph them for when I'm actually awake. But the dream crumbles as I remember that it doesn't work that way... The visuals will only ever be for me, and I'll only remember if I write down what I can.
The last one said (translated from concepts) "dang phones".
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on March 01, 2020, 08:09:55 am
Post by: Rolan7 on March 01, 2020, 09:03:27 am
"Frustration over trying to preserve dreams", maybe. Seems like a common enough concept.
But I don't think they had an actual fixed form. When I try to focus too hard on letters or numbers in dreams, they always start to shift nonsensically. The words can be read, but not the letters. I don't have very clear visual memory anyway, even when I'm awake. I remember what happened, but only broad strokes about how things looked. I don't know what color his hair was - or even if it had a color, if that makes sense.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on March 01, 2020, 09:33:57 am
Post by: Yoink on March 01, 2020, 08:41:52 pm
Funnily enough, most/all of those friends do live together IRL, and I have spent far more time there than at my dad's place (I used to live there, even), but the dream decided to use a reskinned version of the latter instead. Whatever.
Now, weird thing was, we'd recently had to bury some pets (I don't think they were based on anyone's irl pets, which is nice at least) in the backyard, and apparently the house was in something like one of DF's reanimating biomes.
Not quite as severe or dangerous, but apparently if left unattended little bits off of dead things could come back and wriggle around disgustingly.
Apparently we/they had also been living in the place long enough to have the equivalent of a whole childhood's worth of dead pets, you know, assuming the children in question lived in one place for the duration of their childhood and had parents who kept buying them pets.
This led to an issue, as I realised during the dream - if we were gonna dig any more graves in the backyard, we'd start hitting stuff already buried. That, in addition to being horribly disrespectful to the dead, would lead to li'l bits of them coming back to live and making a nuisance of themselves.
I suggested to my friend (kind of the ringleader of the group in most ways) that we could stick the pieces in a sturdy plastic bag (a JB Hi-fi bag, specifically, came to mind) and just throw them out elsewhere, an idea he found kind of amusing for its mischieviousness, but ideally I wanted some way of telling where things were buried, such as grave markers.
Seriously, it seemed like all these pets were just buried willy-nilly across the slopes of the backyard, rather close to the house too - though who knows, perhaps the lower reaches were already occupied.
...Can't remember quite how the dream ended, I seem to have been forgetting stuff rapidly since I awoke. I know I accidentally dug up some dead dog from its very shallow resting place (or maybe it had already been exhumed by some lazy cunt who hadn't gotten 'round to burying it again), which is what prompted most of the earlier discussion.
Not sure how we'd gone through so many pets. Perhaps some of them were actually old ones, buried by previous people who'd lived there?
I believe the reason we'd had to bury multiple critters at once was some weird mechanic inspired by The Sims (which I've been playing, though I don't have a pets expansion), where Sims who've started their life at the same time progress through ages and cark it within days of each other, too.
There was a lot more to the dream, unsurprisingly, including a bizzaro public transport mission (always an exciting and/or stressful dream element), at least one oddball character and some joke I wanted to record here, but I've forgotten it all at this point.
All I can say is, I hope none of my friends' pets (I don't think any of them actually featured in the dream, these were a fictional ones iirc) plan on passing any time soon. :(
Or family's, or anyone else's, for that matter.
Post by: nenjin on March 05, 2020, 01:36:43 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on March 14, 2020, 10:06:38 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on March 15, 2020, 01:31:10 am
Post by: Rolan7 on March 15, 2020, 01:37:28 am
Dreamed night before last about declogging my sink, because it's been a whole thing and also adulting sucks.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 15, 2020, 11:21:44 am
Post by: TD1 on March 17, 2020, 04:56:47 pm
Who can take people complaining about vinegar on chips seriously? Or indeed credit their intellectual capacity?
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on March 17, 2020, 05:20:23 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 17, 2020, 06:59:33 pm
Well this justifies Brexit in every way, shape and form.It comes as natural as seagulls on chips, it's clearly the way God intended
Who can take people complaining about vinegar on chips seriously? Or indeed credit their intellectual capacity?
Post by: pisskop on March 17, 2020, 08:23:49 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on March 21, 2020, 12:42:59 am
Every song from here (https://youtu.be/9Ux2ZxSXePs)Reminds me of trying to fall asleep last night after being nearly unable to for a few days, and seeing the dreams when I closed my eyes.
(Don't watch more than like 1:30 of this if you want to keep that nice feeling).
And I did feel better last morning, whatever happened. In the interval.
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Post by: Naturegirl1999 on March 22, 2020, 10:42:28 am
Post by: Yoink on March 22, 2020, 05:42:34 pm
Can't remember who was playing but there was some weird dream shit where I was in the bathroom and, on a poster for the show, the front-women of two or three of the bands were somehow animated and talking to each other. Or maybe I was just hearing some on-stage banter from the other room and imagining it. Also, they appeared to be dressed kinda like burlesque dancers for some reason. Talked in an old-fashioned style too, I believe?
I think I liked one of the bands and decided to purchase their music immediately, and upon going to their label's Bandcamp on my smartphone which was apparently working (possibly the most far-fetched part of the dream), I took a look at the label's "buy full digital discography" option which the site likes to shove in your face.
To my surprise, it was actually affordable - and it included a lot of music! Even some from favourite bands of mine, like Holy Serpent!
This is rather odd, especially since the label in the dream was Poison City Records, which I'm pretty sure only do punk music IRL.
The strangest part was definitely that much music for just $24 or so, though. Also, I believe The Smith Street Band were involved at some point. I doubt they were playing the gig but I may have just heard a song of theirs somewhere.
Can't remember if I snapped it up during the dream or not, but I'm sure I planned to. There were enough good bands I already knew in there to be worthwhile.
Also some new little cafe/restaurant was being opened by a friend of ours, probably vegan/vego and probably somewhere near the venue I was at earlier in the dream, but I think the dream ended before I could actually order any food - I was in the bathrooms for some reason, having spilled water (at least I hope that was water) on some belonging of mine and deciding to give it a thorough blasting in a hand-dryer. Maybe it was a shoe. Or a shirt. Certainly not something you'd want soaked with water.
Oddly enough I may have skated to the place, either that or there was a skating scene with some other, more coordinated character.
Oh, and two of my friends showed up with coffees they got for free. One of them had actually been given the coffee, whilst the other friend pretended to take another one by mistake thinking the offer extended to him as well.
Pointless detail, I know, but it led to some amusing convo's in the dream.
Edit: last night/this morning's dreams were pretty all over the place from what I remember. At one point I was walking along a street somewhere filled with heartbreakingly gorgeous old buildings, and I'm not sure if I was somewhat intoxicated or if I was just far better at expressing myself than in real life, but I started looking at them as I passed and gesturing wildly, shouting things like "OH MY GOD THAT BUILDING IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL" or "UGH, LOOK AT THAT PLACE, IT MAKES ME WANT TO BITE MY FIST AND SCREAM!"
I do love old buildings. Honestly, I kind of wish I could do that sort of thing for real. Self-expression is not a strength of mine.
Next I remember, I was at a party with various friends both real and dreamt-up. Things were going alright, but then one person (an entirely fictional person as far as I know) started telling me I ought to call it a night and turn in, that I'd had enough to drink. That would be highly annoying at the best of times, but the kicker was that this twerp was far more visibly drunk than I. They even handed me a scribbled note that was messy and misspelled almost to the point of illegibility.
This continued for what seemed like quite a while, then later I had had enough and began mocking their wholly unappreciated efforts to my closer friends, rather loudly and most likely within earshot of everyone at the gathering (it was a small group). I think this caused some considerable unpleasantness, at least for the person in question and folks who might like them enough to feel bad about it, especially when I started reading the aforementioned note aloud, being sure to emphasise its all-'round shittiness.
Later I remember them (the annoying person) showing/giving me some weird folder or scrapbook filled with various photographs and birthday cards they'd given me and shit. I think their earlier behaviour was a manifestation of some kind of obsession they had with me? I dunno wtf their problem was but the feelings (assuming they were positive) were certainly not reciprocated.
Last I remember of that gathering was things having calmed down from the earlier hard-partying, people sitting around quietly talking on low stone walls on a street somewhere in the very late dark of night, and me discovering, to my dismay, that I was somehow feeling too sober to easily participate in any such conversations and desperately wishing somebody had a beer left to give me.
That bit hit kinda hard. Moments like that are nightmarish irl.
I believe there was something later as well, closer to me waking up, that I remembered at first and meant to include here, but in the process of getting out of bed, going to take a slash, and getting distracted by this and that before getting back and starting to type this I seem to have entirely forgotten it, whatever it was.
In closing, I shall leave you with this message from the cat, who likes to sit on a tall piece of furniture next to this desk and uses my laptop as a stepping stone:
b lll'
"Epowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww07
Post by: Rolan7 on April 01, 2020, 08:00:46 am
But... oh jeez, this was all very heavily inspired by how much Morrowind I've been playing, my character was destined to be *the best* student and ascend to demigodhood... of study. I was directed to "spin out" of the main dance in representation of some sort of martyr's death death in battle, but apparently my character studied the battle so well *while getting killed* that they were able to bless their fellows with strategic insight. I did this by becoming a constellation, which in dance terms meant slowly circlestrafing the rest of the dance group while making really indulgent poses to communicate wisdom. Morrowind is *weird* like that.
Ohno suddenly the vampire from earlier leapt through a stained glass window! It was absurdly fast, basically ninja-slashing through the dancers, but I was able to juuust barely parry it because I(my ancestors?) had been cursed with semi-vampirism earlier I guess! It was faster and stronger than me though so I leapt up some geometry and out the broken window. It followed me out into the moonlit hills, periodically dashing through me but being warded off by well-timed blocking with my dagger. I think it was even getting hurt, but all it needed was one good hit on me. Fortunately I kept it away long enough to find the quicksave button!
Definitely a safe situation to quicksave in /s... but actually I felt pretty good about my odds. Woke up though.
Post by: Yoink on April 01, 2020, 06:10:59 pm
Marc Bolan was kind of a fuckin' creep, though. I suppose that's fairly believable? Maybe that's unfair to his memory, idk.
Post by: itisnotlogical on April 10, 2020, 11:38:54 am
Anyways, it turns out the school is caught in a Groundhog Day time loop where the evil teacher turns into some kind of demon and destroys the school with fire and lightning, killing all the students in a rampage. Once the fireworks begin, every student aware of the time loop just goes off and does their own thing at a mall. I steal a bunch of ice cream sandwiches from a store and start hanging out with some guy at an arcade. We play some weird fusion of skeeball and tic-tac-toe and throw the ball so hard that it bounces off and interrupts some nerds playing an old card game.
Then the teacher comes and kills us all END
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on April 10, 2020, 12:25:08 pm
I had a dream that I was in a typical American school, ruled over by an evil teacher that tormented and physically and sexually abused students. I develop a crush on one of my classmates, which one of the other female classmates doesn't like so she passes me a note, only for me to assure her that I'm married and won't act on my crush anyways. I also reveal that I'm almost 24 and still in high school for some reasonyour dream is interesting, I don’t think I’ve had time loop dreams yet
Anyways, it turns out the school is caught in a Groundhog Day time loop where the evil teacher turns into some kind of demon and destroys the school with fire and lightning, killing all the students in a rampage. Once the fireworks begin, every student aware of the time loop just goes off and does their own thing at a mall. I steal a bunch of ice cream sandwiches from a store and start hanging out with some guy at an arcade. We play some weird fusion of skeeball and tic-tac-toe and throw the ball so hard that it bounces off and interrupts some nerds playing an old card game.
Then the teacher comes and kills us all END
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on April 10, 2020, 08:20:51 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on April 11, 2020, 11:45:14 am
As if to appease my sensibilities, my aunt to my left was somehow turning the remains of her chicken wings into a gravy for later. I was quite hungry and my own meal was late, so she let me have a wing. Much of the dream was just me slowly consuming a chicken wing, while waiting for my chicken breast to arrive.
Oh huh, I clearly remember being misgendered twice when the meal did arrive. That's usually not a thing in my dreams... I think the server didn't like me for some reason, and that's why my meal was late. The dream ended with my dad quibbling over the check as I tried to separate the meat from the bones.
Post by: pikachu17 on April 12, 2020, 03:10:39 pm
I dreamed of eating at a restaurant with family. Quarantine is truly messing with me, I would not normally fantasize about such a thing. I am generally uncomfortable with sit-down restaurants, not to mention family socials.What did the dream-you think about being misgendered? Did they not react to it at all?
As if to appease my sensibilities, my aunt to my left was somehow turning the remains of her chicken wings into a gravy for later. I was quite hungry and my own meal was late, so she let me have a wing. Much of the dream was just me slowly consuming a chicken wing, while waiting for my chicken breast to arrive.
Oh huh, I clearly remember being misgendered twice when the meal did arrive. That's usually not a thing in my dreams... I think the server didn't like me for some reason, and that's why my meal was late. The dream ended with my dad quibbling over the check as I tried to separate the meat from the bones.
Post by: Rolan7 on April 12, 2020, 03:16:27 pm
Edit: Put another way... I think what surprised me is that I was trans in that dream, instead of just being in a comfortable no-issues body like in most dreams.
Post by: Xantalos on April 14, 2020, 05:49:38 pm
Not sure exactly what that means. Certainly came out of nowhere.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on April 14, 2020, 05:55:54 pm
Hello thread that I haven't visited in over a year! I dreamed ... I forget most of it, but the one bit that stands out in my mind was that I was trying to have a conversation with this one karate teacher I know when I suddenly began growing acid-filled blisters on every surface of my body, including the inside of my mouth and throat, rendering me incapable of talking or moving without difficulty.Did you perchance view the Corruption IC thread at some point? There is an enemy that is composed of blisters
Not sure exactly what that means. Certainly came out of nowhere.
Spoiler: plague walker info includes picture (click to show/hide)
Post by: Xantalos on April 14, 2020, 06:08:45 pm
Post by: Dunamisdeos on April 14, 2020, 08:48:50 pm
And then I went and shopped for witching boots for the rest of the dream. I woke up when I found some that looked good.
Post by: Rolan7 on April 16, 2020, 12:31:29 am
I drift back and I'm going to college with clones of Hamilton and Franklin. I'm in a boring class and start telling my diary about it, but somehow the teacher clones the page and after class tells me it's going in the school Bible for all posterity to laugh at. I sneak to the surprisingly unguarded Bible, it has a collection of yellowed pages next to it, but the top one says that the threat was a prank for underclassmen and to please not vandalize the Bible. I meet up with Franklin and Hamilton and tell them about how the university "tried" to prank me. We share a laugh as we go down to the waterfront to solve a mystery.
I actually remember the mystery, it involved video of a thief on horseback disappearing into a sheet of rainwater in the crumbled archway of a ruined bridge. Franklin very proudly eureka'd the whole thing, explaining that the horseman had simply ridden into the rainwater, stopped, and dismounted. He's run off with the loot, leaving the horse there being rained on. This was brilliant somehow, you had to be there.
We looked out into the water for a while, so tired. Franklin and I realized we were dreaming. I tried to hold on, but we weren't real, just artificial constructs, and I briefly woke up for real again.
I'm sitting in a middle school classroom next to a large, shy kid who needs my help with social stuff. A real kid from my past. It's a rather contrived story about how I might have been his friend. In real life I was... not, something I've long regretted. One interaction was that a kid in class forgot what a boomerang was called, and my friend said "It'll come back to you" without meaning it as a joke. I congratulated him as if he did it on purpose, and people laughed at his joke as they got it. He was somewhat overwhelmed by the attention but appreciated it.
I'm always pleasantly surprised to hear wordplay in a dream that works in real life, which of course alerted me to the fact I was dreaming and kicked me out. Frustrated I tried to relax and fall asleep again.
I was in a diner out west, sipping coffee. It was nice. I was finally asleep, and I knew it, and while the dream was boring I knew I was resting. I made some sheep appear briefly, they winked away. Boring, but nice. Which of course couldn't last. There was a building feeling that something was wrong in the real world - but I resisted it. I remembered how hard I'd been trying to sleep, and tried to hold on, but there was a rush of air and feeling of vertigo as if from reality. Cursing, I jolted myself awake- so I thought. This time I "woke up" in the same diner still, but had no time to think as cowboy-themed bandits drove up to the store in SUVs. I ran outside to avoid them but was too slow, I had to lie on the ground and play dead. The leader decided I wasn't worth killing, the rest just laughed and assumed I was dead.
There were a couple local dogs which they "looted", ordering the dogs to eat me. The dogs were... still just friendly local dogs, and sniffed at me, but this satisfied the bandits who drove off. I got up, dusted myself off, and comforted my ego by petting the good doggos. Eventually woke up for real.
I went to bed *three hours ago* (plus half an hour to write this). I'm worried I'm feverish, but hopefully it's just that I had more sugar than usual too late at night (apple juice). Frankly, getting a full night of sleep has just been difficult for somewhat obvious reasons. Feels like I can't stay asleep for a full five without almost staying up the previous night. Alcohol helped at first but then just made it worse, as it does.
Ah well, here we go again.
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 16, 2020, 04:22:33 pm
Post by: nenjin on April 16, 2020, 04:36:04 pm
I dreamt that I was driving like a 1990 Ford Bronco, with a friend from high school who was a hellraiser, and my brother, as we all pal'd around back in the day.
It was weird though, driving around and looking at things was like a graphical glitch in a video game. The street "texture" was instead grass, and all the trees that are usually along the side of the road were in the middle of the road but you could drive straight through them. There's various grumbling and complaining about this reality from my two passengers. And my friend, who is a very large man, keeps putting his arms and hands up in front of me so I can barely see what I'm doing.
Then some other American make offroading type vehicle pulls up next to us and my friend is like "Oh you can't race him, he'll crush you."
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 19, 2020, 08:30:55 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on April 19, 2020, 08:54:23 am
Post by: Iduno on April 19, 2020, 08:35:57 pm
Thinking back how did I not piece together that I was dreaming?
Because, in dreams, you just accept everything as making sense. Like when that chair talks to you, it's because it's your parent.
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 20, 2020, 04:42:49 am
We search around the floor we're on, which was floor 10 to 13. Floor 12 did not exist, floor 10 looked like an ordinary hotel floor from the early 19th century complete with confused guests and caretakers, but floor 13 appeared to have no roof - instead opening out onto a vast expanse of cosmic dust, a gigantic multicoloured nebula. The floor was large but had limits defined by what appeared to be calcified organic remains, like a vast coral or jelly entity had once lived here and since become fossilised. Several towers ringed the floor symmetrically, with portals leading out to various different scenes, one of which led back to our lifts. We chose one which seemed fairly normalish. It had blue skies, no blood rain, and dropped us safely on top of a hill overlooking an ocean or a lake. The hill facing us was covered in castles & towers, and was ringed in clouds that were shaped like the hagia sophia. One of the guardsmen was surprised to get a vox signal and radioed for a large aerial pickup. The other inquisitor and I argued about whether we should close down the gate or not, all the whilst everyone else played football or I spy
Post by: Imic on May 09, 2020, 04:15:09 am
Post by: Rolan7 on May 09, 2020, 01:21:16 pm
I'm not merely joking. Last night was
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on May 09, 2020, 01:21:59 pm
Can relate, my parents were pillar men and I had sleep paralysis.bizarre is a synonym to strange, why strike it out?
I'm not merely joking. Last night wasbizarrestrange. Not as horrifying as it sounds, though.
Post by: Rolan7 on May 09, 2020, 01:25:02 pm
I struck it out to "not" make the reference, while still making it ;)
Thinking about it: If I just said it was bizarre, it would have looked like I was only making a reference. I wanted to make it clear that the night really was bizarre.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on May 09, 2020, 01:31:38 pm
Because the "Pillar Men" are from an anime: Jojo's Bizarre Adventures.Ah, ok. I haven’t seen that, and didn’t get the reference. This show has been talked about here for a while, maybe I should give it a watch
I struck it out to "not" make the reference, while still making it ;)
Thinking about it: If I just said it was bizarre, it would have looked like I was only making a reference. I wanted to make it clear that the night really was bizarre.
Post by: Rolan7 on May 09, 2020, 01:39:39 pm
Warning though: Nazis, Nazis being gruesomely and graphically killed in drawn form, exceptionally beefy people striking poses, and loud music. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwsIHG-vLOQ
Oh huh - I've been binging Dragon Ball Z Abridged... That's what my parents were! Not pillar men, but just DBZ-style heroes. That explains why things weren't awkward or horrifying (I like-like the pillar men).
The sleep paralysis and fake-waking-up still sucked but it could have been worse.
Post by: Eschar on May 11, 2020, 10:48:00 am
"Apparently we're not supposed to deliver Magnus directly to the Palace."
"Then who's coming to get him?"
*pillar men theme starts playing, Fabulous Custodes appear*
*Inquisitor is inquisiting a lady about the "false message from Terra*
"Somebody help me!"
*pillar men theme starts*
"Someone deliver me from this nightmare of a conversation!"
*pillar men theme starts playing*
"No! Not the strippers!"
Post by: Rolan7 on May 13, 2020, 08:23:49 am
It was more of a Stellaris dream, really. Still not mechanics-accurate, but it was a dream.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on May 13, 2020, 12:11:32 pm
Post by: Uthimienure on May 20, 2020, 07:35:17 am
I literally just started crying as I typed this. There is meaning in this for me, evidently... I must ponder it.
Post by: Bumber on May 21, 2020, 07:52:04 am
Last night in a dream, everyone I knew was dying. It was as if instantly all oxygen was gone and we all lived just as long as it takes to suffocate.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnMAxANavKY
Post by: Uthimienure on May 21, 2020, 10:53:08 am
Last night in a dream, everyone I knew was dying. It was as if instantly all oxygen was gone and we all lived just as long as it takes to suffocate.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnMAxANavKY
Haha! That's relevant.
After pondering, I discovered the answer to my dream's meaning: 42
Post by: JoshuaFH on June 08, 2020, 02:35:45 pm
The dream ended with my going to a Christmas party, but I was just wondering around, looking at all the decorations, lamenting the loss of my future.
Post by: Rolan7 on June 08, 2020, 04:20:40 pm
I dreamed I was part of the alt-right and it was hard to leave. There was a rich heiress who was supernaturally comely.
Later there was a pair of monuments: a ziggurat and an office park.
I secretly bowed to the ziggurat as I approached the jobs
It didn't change anything.
But I did change a little - very little- later in the dream.
*knife*
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on June 08, 2020, 05:07:50 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on June 08, 2020, 06:37:31 pm
That was reality
The dream was basically the same thing, the two of us playing Ingress through an east-Asian market, hurrying from location to location. It was good. I liked being a good heir.
He expressed regret that my Pokemon GO avatar was currently female. That he wanted to spend more time with me, but that I was too dedicated to the Agenda.
And I wanted to stay with him but he left- I wanted o stay with him but some little detail was keeping us apart.
Post by: MorleyDev on June 13, 2020, 07:35:26 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on June 13, 2020, 09:04:34 am
Post by: Eschar on June 13, 2020, 12:42:42 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on June 13, 2020, 01:12:35 pm
((I understand the reference))
I don't think I shrank, just got lighter, so thinking about it now, whatever was in the pill must have been lowering density, though my size didn't change. Now I'm wondering what the pill in the dream might have been doing, perhapsitwas replacing my insides with a less dense material? I remember the container was blue with large yellow font that said "light" on it, with other words that I now can't remember. Maybe if I think about that dream, my brain might continue it when I fall asleep?
Post by: Egan_BW on June 13, 2020, 02:40:12 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on June 13, 2020, 02:51:42 pm
Becoming lighter feels like a precursor to a flying dream, or a similar idea. I've had dreams where I was so light I could bound into the air and even drift upwards if I focused my mind just right. It wasn't that I was strong or propelled, just nigh-weightless. Heh, almost like a feather.
I don't remember managing to return to a dream on following nights (though some dreams have a strong deja-vu feeling so maybe). But focusing on an idea like lightness can potentially affect a dream, yeah! I usually find that dreams are randomly pulled from my thoughts throughout the day, rather than right before falling asleep, but it's worth a try.
Post by: Egan_BW on June 13, 2020, 03:06:18 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on June 13, 2020, 04:06:09 pm
My "flying" dreams don't involve any feeling of weightlessness, but then my version of flying is lame and almost useless as a mode of locomotion. I just jump, lift up my feet, and slide frictionless through the air like a foot above the ground.frictionlessness can be useful in different situations, as then there’s no friction to limit speed, the problem will come when you need to slow down, you’ll need something to stop your momentum
Post by: Egan_BW on June 13, 2020, 04:49:14 pm
Post by: Bumber on June 13, 2020, 05:16:12 pm
In my dream there was a talking animal, can't remember what animal it was, and I took pills that made me lighter at the talking animal's request
(https://media1.tenor.com/images/6634c76adc7cea948d4ab37670b9d5af/tenor.gif)
Drugs are bad, m'kay?
Post by: Eric Blank on June 13, 2020, 06:26:25 pm
By frictionless I more mean travel at a fixed speed regardless of other factors. No speeding up or down, really. And also only at a fixed height above the floor.
I recall a similar dream once. It was largely about trying to actually fly with a glider. My dreams have been weird lately, I think it's mostly my meds
Post by: King Zultan on June 14, 2020, 07:42:38 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 14, 2020, 08:58:45 am
Upon stepping on the hook, I was flung into the air with great speed, holding on for dear life. Behind me the eel thing grabbed onto my leg, stinging it with great lingering pain, but also trapping itself on the hook. I was being used as bait to someone else's great fishing line. In my pocket was a very small knife; I jammed my rod into the chain to help me hold on, whilst I used my teeth to very painfully pull out the pocket knife from its handle. With the small 6cm blade, I stabbed the thing's pseudopods until it let go of my leg.
Eventually the eel and I were dropped on a slate-coloured rocky plateau, caked with brown dust, sand and mud. I made a fairly soft landing, the eel was greatly weakened on dry land, struggling to support its own movements. It flopped about menacingly but was easy to avoid. Eventually the eel was grabbed by a large hand, and placed in a cooler that was larger than most human houses.
The hand itself had thick, muted green skin, six fingers in a concentric arrangement. Its skin was textured with lines, much defined by the huge scale, as if I were looking at the rocky plateau.
The creature looked much like a human, only it had two huge bulbous eyes on either side of its face. Each eye contained multiple layers of eyes, which all darted about the place with different coloured irises. When they all focused on me, all of them formed up creating a kind of rainbow effect out of two super eyes. The thing also wore a really stylish purple robe with popped red collars. Really complemented its skin tones, brought out the colour in its eye-rings.
The creature apologised and gave me its name; every time I called it by its name the name changed. So I'll just call him squidgardo here. Squidgardo offered to kill me as I was in great pain, I declined this generous offer and called him a massive cunt for using me as fishing bait. Squidgardo said it was ok because the eel he (maybe she?) caught was more intelligent than me, but I disagreed, as it clearly fell for a baited hook. Squidgardo said lots of intelligent things fall for stupid tricks, which I didn't disagree with.
Eventually I convinced squidgardo to help me, but they did it their own way. Using their magnified rainbow eyes, they used these sharp rods to pin my right upper leg to the plateau. I protested, but couldn't stop my leg from spasmming even without the rods in place, so I just waited. Using a huge pair of oversized tweezers, they clamped around my right lower leg and manipulated it with the force and restraint a human might express when manipulating the lower leg of a bumble bee. Then, using a huge pipe, they applied a great deal of ointment on the stinging-blister marks where the eel had grabbed me.
Whilst this did soil my trainer and trouser leg, the pain stopped and I regained use of my leg. I freed myself from the rod-pin, and asked squidgardo where were we. Squidgardo said when we were, where we were, didn't really matter. I asked squidgardo what they meant by that, and they said we have met before, will meet before, and in future we have already met. They explained using a cube that looking at each layer of the cube does not refute the existence of all other layers; the cube exists always, no matter what layer you are on. They then split the cube into a hypercube which flashed a ridiculous sum of seizure inducing colours at me, stating this was the same with time. Eventually I managed to argue with squidgardo until they finally started investigating where we were.
They soon concluded that we were standing in the palm of their hand. I was incredulous and asked how we could be standing in the palm of their hand; the plateau soon skyrocketed up revealing that we were indeed standing on the palm of squidgardo. Trying and failing to understand how squidgardo was carrying me and squidgardo, squidgardo tried to stop me from screaming in fear by appearing in smaller and smaller scales. By the time whole swarms of tiny squidgardos were asking me "is this better?" I told squidgardo to please just go back to a similar scale as me. They retorted that I found that more intimidating than larger or smaller forms, I agreed but said at least I don't have to strain my neck and eyes as much looking up/down.
At that point squidgardo deposited squidgardo and I back on the boat, with a normal-sized cooler box which contained the eel. The eel was now much smaller than me, but squidgardo told me not to touch it without gloves as it was still very venomous. Squidgardo started rowing with two paddles, I started rowing with a kayak paddle, and the ocean started to go completely still, with fog over the ocean. Squidgardo commented on how beautiful the ocean was like this, I commented that I've only ever seen the ocean this still before and it always means there's a massive storm coming.
At this point in my dream it cut away, almost as if to another dream entirely. I was wandering through a desert library, completely exposed to the elements. Most of the books had been tremendously damaged by exposure to sand, wind and sun, but I found that by digging deep you could still find perfectly preserved books. The more I dug deep the older the books got.
At this point in my dream it cut away, and I was looking for some tea or water in a city where the people had no faces. This didn't bother me though, as I felt comfortable there. The city was built on the slope of a mountain or hill, as it kept going downwards.
Then I woke up very thirsty
Post by: Uthimienure on June 14, 2020, 10:57:05 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 14, 2020, 11:07:17 am
I wish my dreams could be recalled so vividly as yours, Loud Whispers, but they usually fade from my consciousness quickly upon waking. Only a very few remain in my memories for long.Remembering dreams is something you can practice. I used to be terrible at remembering them, but I would get into the habit of writing down my dreams after I woke up and then reading what I wrote at the end of the day. Keep doing it and you don't even need to write them down to remember
Post by: Telgin on June 14, 2020, 12:03:21 pm
This is probably a metaphor for something.
Post by: Eschar on June 15, 2020, 11:59:38 pm
Post by: pisskop on June 25, 2020, 08:40:31 am
knowing the context of what this all means, its easy to see where Im pulling this from; though Im quite worried about dreaming about it.
Post by: Rolan7 on June 27, 2020, 07:35:36 am
I also dreamed about a spontaneous commune like the CHAP? It was pretty idyllic, everyone was gathering for an outdoor picnic. It reminded me of a music concert in atmosphere. I was trying to contribute in some way but I was pretty overwhelmed and everything seemed to be working fine. I noticed at least one fellow introvert nerd keeping busy on some technical reading despite the crowd. I kept finding quarters discarded on the ground and trying to contribute them.
Sorry if too political, I literally just woke up and I'm more amused than anything.
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 27, 2020, 07:54:29 am
Post by: Rolan7 on June 29, 2020, 05:28:30 am
Well I managed to fall back asleep anyway and had a little nightmare about stopping in a rural area for supplies (sort of place my extended families mostly live). I accidentally entered a busy community center and my eye was caught by a bulging stack of pamphlets about the evils of gay marriage. I took one of course, only to find the inside covered with a lengthy handwritten personal account by a local of just how sinful a local gay couple had been. Not exactly in those words.
I try to take a picture with my phone but when I look back up, the pamphlets have been removed and I'm getting all sorts of stares. Instead of leaving I approach the leader (judge? mayor? reverend?) as he hides the pamphlets in his desk and smirks at me. I ask about them and he starts spinning me a story about a couple of undesirables he was forced to marry.
I rather snarkily start guessing at what made them so undesirable - were they burgulars? Druggies? He and an assistant are leading me over to a window, and the place is transforming more and more into a church. He just looks out over a sunny meadow with a smile and says they're no longer a problem.
Edit: Earlier I was trying to cook breakfast but the kitchen had too many refrigerators, and my housemate had left them all running open.
Also I made a youtube video where I recited a Nazi speech as part of a parody and then realized how bad it looked out of context. Mmph.
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 29, 2020, 08:21:17 am
Post by: Rolan7 on June 30, 2020, 03:28:43 am
I was giddy with excitement and fascination, bounding about the quiet young man while loudly enthusing about the place. Very American-tourist, very anxious filling-the-silence and playing-the-extrovert. Soon he gently informed me that that was, ah, not really the done thing. Which seemed obvious in retrospect. My embarrassment didn't last long, though, as we walked together. It wasn't awkward science that filled our surroundings, but a spectacle of quiet sounds. Distant padding feet, the ticking of glass windows in the sunlight, his breaths, the breaths of the building... we shared pleasant small talk, practically whispering, speaking no louder than necessary but perfectly audible. Even the click of my phone's power button echoed pleasantly as I took pictures (trying to photograph my dreams is remaining a theme, I notice).
Eventually I became aware, with an oddly visual precision, of his heart rate. It would rise and fall depending on what he spoke about, and I was welcome to observe his emotions in this way. Like watching facial expressions I suppose, but that's never been my thing :P More of an audio observer. This whole place seemed almost designed for my sensory comfort, in retrospect. We walked close though we didn't touch, and he made an oblique reference to the situation being quite romantic. I confirmed this with equal subtlety, my heart soaring an appropriate amount.
We were moving into a more heavily populated area, a subway station I think, and the dream dissipated for some reason. I didn't feel the pain of loss like with most romantic dreams. I'm just not sure why I woke up at 4AM, but it made it easy to record, and I appreciate that.
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 30, 2020, 06:20:12 am
Feeling braver from the victory, I sought to gather more information. I removed the sheet and unlocked the door, which at once flung open, forcing me to backstep. The skinwalker's meat essence had remained outside, and now the thing flung itself at me. It was bisected by a single strike of the axe, yet the upper half with its bloodied arms and head continued sailing onwards like a vehement missile. With no time to pull up my axe, I cut at it with my shortsword, with the rest of it burning away in the warded zone. I considered moving out of my room, however I could tell that there were more skinwalkers waiting in ambush on the staircase. Closing my door and reapplying the locks and blockade, I moved cautiously to my window to gaze out. Remaining unseen, I saw on the street level that the meat and skin had started to take over the city, and the skies were forming dark clouds. I gathered what I could and opened up a gate, even as the creatures started breaking through my ward. I made it through my gate and closed it, just before a nuclear explosion tore through the other side.
My new surroundings were bright, green and blue. I saw mediterranean sands and pebbles everywhere, and with my spear in hand I ran after the nearest person I could see, a figure who was a distant object atop a coastal cliff. They ran away from me, and realising how hostile I must've seemed, I put away my spear. Following the trail of the person I found myself in a village, where everyone spoke ancient Greek. I lamented that I had forgotten all the Greek I knew, and even the Latin, and so did my best to masquerade as Hermes or Nemo by doing a few tricks like walking on light or summoning objects from nothing. This helped me to communicate intent even without either of us understanding our respective languages. They fed me and gave me wine, and when I slept I had terrible dreams of the future. When I awoke I realised I was in the past, and that I had the chance to make changes to try and stop the future from being overcome by those things. I also left a note and reminder to any of my colleague administrators to update the wiki of changes to try and resolve this end and rendezvous should there be any administrators in a nearby timeline.
Making my way along the coast of asia minor, where a goat herder guided me through to the even remoter past, I happened upon the mightiest Kingdom upon the Euphrates. The King of Kings resided there, full of monuments to his vainglory. I stormed past his guards with my radiant spear and laughed at him for twenty minutes straight, because he thought his little town of 10,000 people was the best thing ever. I told him his little town wouldn't even populate a single borough back where I was from, but of course he didn't understand anything I said, besides the vicious laughter. He, his queen, his slaves, his guards all stared in disbelief at what was transpiring, until the King decided to apprehend me. The bravest of his guard cautiously approached me, so I shone great light and skedaddled in the confusion. I watched him remotely, only intervening whenever he had to make a ruling on some matter of court, there not yet being a codified system of law. Any time I thought he made a bad call, I would intervene. The first time, he was ruling on a custody battle over the ownership of a slave family; I was sitting amidst the benches of courtiers. I started screaming angrily through a megaphone whilst shining incandescent white, before disappearing in a flash. This unnerved the King, who didn't get the right message, as he still awarded the slaves to their deceased master's wife, instead of setting them free. So I continued to pester him; showing up screaming and incandescent at any inopportune moment. Whilst having sex, whilst going to the loo, whilst eating, until he was jumping at shadows. During a particularly harsh famine, the King elected to give his grain seed to his townspeople, so they could have seed to resow next year's harvest. In response to this decision I went fishing, and showed up in his court giving him loads of fish, all without screaming or glowing. The King responded well to the carrot approach, and the people enjoyed having food, so all in all this worked out well. Through constant encouragement eventually the King settled on a decent enough moral code of law.
I missed the King's funeral as I went straight to his son's time in order to ensure he kept up the family tradition of sagacious and wise adjudication. When I showed up one of his assassin's shot me in the fucking back with a bow and arrow. His son doubted my divinity, claiming me to be nothing more than a trickster. To his credit he was completely correct, but my god what a hubristic arsehole he was being. His assassin's arrow pierced my clothing and hit my right lung, mortally wounding me. I managed to escape and contact me on another timeline, bargaining with a younger me to take on my responsibilities before I expired. My perspective changed to the other timeline version of me, who was me except lacking the memories of his dealings with the first King, and an arrow through his lung.
I checked the weather forecast, waiting months for a particularly stormy day. The people meanwhile thought I was dead (kinda was), and wondered what would happen next. Over time normalcy however, returned to the town, until the stormy day arrived. I used a giant trick of light and smoke to appear as if I was an asbestos-red skinned giant, yelling at the top of my lungs as the storm wreaked havoc, with booming thunder, tumultuous rain and forking strikes of lightning as my punctuation. When the whole sky is blue-black in the midst of day, you know something's wrong. Still lacking any common language, I point an oversized holographic finger at the King, whose men try in vain to slay a projected image to no effect. The people of the town took this image to heart, and tore the King to pieces. I actually felt I had severely underestimated how ominous and overawing the image was, and felt I had seriously fucked up because the city was in riot, with Dagonites and Urquains killing each other in the street. Thinking how I could possibly unfuck the mess I had made of things, I looked for someone who seemed neutral and level-headed, finding a carpet-weaver who was calm amidst the storm and was trying to stop the fighting.
As dramatically as my human skill made possible, I clapped my hands together in time with the thunder, and shone a spotlight on the carpet weaver. I then took someone else's golden scepter and gave it to the carpet-weaver as some sort of symbol of divine office, something that just exudes a generic sense of office. The people listen to this sparkly carpet weaver and begin rebuilding the clusterfuck, only I find out later that the nile Kingdom is invading because they stole the King's sceptre. So I go over to the Nile Kingdom where I find out there was one of my fellow administrators, however the trail to finding them goes red when I discover they accidentally edited themselves out of existence. My dream ends right around the time when I try to restore their existence by figuring out what changes they made to the Nile Kingdom that undid them
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on July 01, 2020, 09:31:28 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 03, 2020, 05:05:07 am
Post by: Bumber on July 03, 2020, 04:00:44 pm
I then missed a delivery parcel three times in a row because the Royal Mail insisted on running as fast as they could away from my door
I misread this as "the Royal Maid".
Post by: Egan_BW on July 03, 2020, 08:36:54 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 04, 2020, 04:05:11 pm
I misread this as "the Royal Maid".Royal Postal Maids: A gross ineffective misuse of talent, failing to deliver your mail since 1807
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on July 04, 2020, 04:12:58 pm
I dreamed I died in vain fighting an attack troll trying to save one of my comrades. I then missed a delivery parcel three times in a row because the Royal Mail insisted on running as fast as they could away from my doorWas this connected? Maybe you were undead and the postal person was scared of you?
Post by: Bumber on July 04, 2020, 04:16:08 pm
I misread this as "the Royal Maid".Royal Postal Maids: A gross ineffective misuse of talent, failing to deliver your mail since 1807
"Your mail? You'll have to catch me first, your majesty!" *giggles and frolics off at high speed*
Post by: Telgin on July 05, 2020, 03:31:44 pm
I remember my family and I had plans to use Scratch and Grounder from Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog as flotation devices, but while climbing around on the outside of the cruise ship we saw a bunch of life boats out in the water. Apparently, they found some extras that didn't belong to Chuck Norris, so we were fine.
Post by: Yoink on July 07, 2020, 09:29:46 am
A teenage boy in high school joins an elective ballroom dancing course (with an attached, inter-school competition at the end!) in the hopes of getting laid. At least, that's his goal to start with - no doubt he discovers a passion for dance (or at least the meaning of friendship or some heartwarming shite) along the way and the dance contest becomes a nail-biting struggle for glory against some other school of budding professional dancers who have been training for their whole school lives for this moment and were not expecting any meaningful competition from this ragtag team of plucky underdogs.
See? That rambly run-on sentence just goes to show, this stuff writes itself. I'm guessing it's probably already been done. At least once.
Post by: Akura on July 10, 2020, 04:34:48 am
Then I got home, which was a much different home that where I actually live; the bedrooms and bathroom(s) are upstairs, whereas my house on has an upstairs bed/bath that requires going through another bedroom(not mine, thankfully) to reach. I came upstairs to find my stepdad replaced the entire bathroom, wall and all, with a single shower with no wall facing the hallway. That is, you could see everything. And for some reason the asshole decided on a transparent shower curtain.
Post by: Bumber on July 10, 2020, 11:00:37 am
Bizarre one that I remember most of because it happened just before I woke up. I remember coming home from work, and along the way I saw several badgers - might have been exceptionally large honey badgers based on coloration but I don't know. They were black with a white stripe going down the back and were the size of an average dog. I know I counted at least 8 in all, appearing individually along the drive.
Any mushrooms and/or snakes?
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on July 10, 2020, 11:27:39 am
Your quote made me remember this (https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=&ved=2ahUKEwiR8rz-jMPqAhWWWc0KHTIHDXgQyCkwAHoECBIQBw&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D6joOVjEemh4&usg=AOvVaw2Ag0gQRai9UeXB25CbSK3o)Bizarre one that I remember most of because it happened just before I woke up. I remember coming home from work, and along the way I saw several badgers - might have been exceptionally large honey badgers based on coloration but I don't know. They were black with a white stripe going down the back and were the size of an average dog. I know I counted at least 8 in all, appearing individually along the drive.
Any mushrooms and/or snakes?
Post by: Eric Blank on July 17, 2020, 05:08:21 pm
Anyway, while he's fighting with our tiny roommate who is in the industrial oven she fits inside of because she's like 4'5", who is rearranging it to bake cornbread when he wants to bake more bills, I have to help the kid in the backyard who has pissed off the dog. His cousin has also dressed him up like a pinata by glueing multicolored leaves to him because it's fall suddenly, even though it was july ten minutes ago.
My dreams have been acid trips lately send help.
Post by: Rolan7 on July 19, 2020, 12:33:06 am
I was back in school with a good friend of mine, and money was a big issue. Fortunately this reality was similar to The Sims, and he noticed that he could expand our dorm room... a lot. And then rent the space out to people.
I forget what I was doing, I think I was enmeshed in some semi-romantic drama. It was somewhat notable for being a dream where I wasn't the main character.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on July 24, 2020, 12:55:50 pm
Post by: Eschar on July 24, 2020, 04:25:01 pm
It was either last night, or the night before, but my dream consisted of a dream, then trying to write the dream on this thread, but I kept falling asleep and dreaming, and I was trying to write the dream in the Dream Thread, but each time I entered, something changed, extra search bars, icons that weren’t there before, etc. eventually I woke up
Trying to use computers in dreams never goes well for me.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on July 28, 2020, 11:18:49 am
Last night I dreamed that my mom tried pulling out my teeth because they were sharp and cutting the inside of my mouth.
Post by: Eschar on July 30, 2020, 08:47:13 am
Design and draw a flail gun. No flares, flails.
That's it, that's the dream. There was some sort of competition, pencils, and graph paper, and you had to draw a gun that shoots flails. Sticks, chains, spikeballs, the whole ordeal, and now I'm trying to figure out how you solve such a physics conundrum. Man-sized trebuchet? Drum magazine? Crossbow, hand crank? Cannon, and damn the stick?
Just add [AMMO:CROSSBOW].
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on July 30, 2020, 08:51:12 am
Post by: Rolan7 on August 06, 2020, 06:46:30 am
I woke up from that a full hour early because I have to be somewhere at 9 (and I fell asleep when I wanted to!) Once I realized the time though, I fell right back asleep and dreamed I was telling my dad all about the first dream. We were waiting in a hospital lobby to pick up my gma. Her assisted living center recently had a Covid outbreak IRL, but in the dream she was just fine and getting discharged.
When my alarm *still* hadn't gone off, I got another little bonus dream where I was trying to find a chicken I'd recently adopted. I was living up in the mountains again, in a friendly vertical rural town. There were feral cats *everywhere*, lounging on people's chicken coops, and I got to pet a few. I was heading down a hill towards the river where the chicken often hung out, but saw a big brown bear walking along the river so I backed off. It didn't seem to be concerning people though. A sheriff/park ranger came up the hill and met me, and we laughed about the bear.
Then he said my dad had hinted at an unwanted lodger or something, and asked me if everything was okay. I remembered that, yeah, I did sorta have a manipulative potentially-criminal boyfriend hiding in my room. He had been threatening me with some blackmail, but it was just one of his crimes that was barely connected to me. It was more annoying and sexually disappointing than scary. I knew I ought to turn him in, but I really wanted to find my chicken first.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 06, 2020, 11:21:08 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 08, 2020, 03:44:09 pm
Post by: nenjin on August 11, 2020, 10:23:57 am
It starts out, my friend and I are in an old, dirty city. (Why is it my most memorable dreams always have a city setting?) I want to say it's like Cincinnati, Ohio. I came to this determination in the dream. Lots of old, rusted ironworks everywhere like bridge trestles and stuff.
For some reason, we descend into the sewers beneath the city with a group of people like we're on a tour. (Again, my most F'd up dreams always seem to take place underneath cities.)
We come upon a chamber with some furniture set up like a hang out spot. In a moldy easy chair with yellow and brown plaid 70s upholstery is a goth kid. They've got long black hair hanging over one side of their face, and their one visible eye looks like it has those shitty Halloween contacts in, milky white with a black cat's eye.
And to the group I'm like "This is a goth kid. I used to hang out with Goth kids back in the day, sometimes in sewers" like they're an animal in a zoo and I'm the tour guide.
The goth kid begins to stir, and we notice they're in bad shape. There's like a bloody lesion around their neck. And as they start to move more, we notice more corruption on them. Their arm just kind of detaches like an overcooked chicken wing as they try to stand. We're all caught between feelings of revulsion and pity. They look like they need help but there's nothing we can do for them as they're literally rotting away in front of us. As they start to move toward us we begin backing away.
And that's when they slough off the last of their flesh, and beneath is a massive, grotesque spider. (For the record, I have a bit of arachnophobia.) We start fleeing but one of us (neither my friend nor I) don't make it and the Goth-sewer-spider catches up to them and, I imagine, devours them.
We flee back to the city streets but the weird train does not end there. We have a convention to go to, a political convention. It's right across the street from the sewer entrance but it takes a minute for us to locate it, and we almost mistakenly believe the entrance is back near the sewer we just exited (which we have no intention of going back to.)
The convention is set in a dumpy hotel with yellowed, smoke-stained walls. Inexplicably, it's a low-key Democrat convention. I know this because Hilary Clinton is in the crowd near the front, very low-key just there. There's some presentations that I felt had content but I don't remember clearly. Then at some point, some democrat political operative or senator makes some comment to me like "Nice of you to show up" or something like that in a really snide and condescending tone. I grab them by their blue tie, yank their face down to mine and hiss in his face "The party is doomed, and you're the reason for it" then let them go.
The meeting breaks up and some more psuedo-magical-dream stuff happens as we try to navigate our way out of the hotel, much of which I don't remember.
Now, maybe I'm sequence breaking my dream here, but after we leave the hotel, my friend and I are back in the sewers, except this time it's a big expansive vault. And we're engaged in some kind of mashup of Holdfast: Nations At War (basically period 18th century warfare) and Vermintide 2. He and I are both manning cannons but eventually switch to infantry, and I remember "holding the line" at a set of iron bars making a doorway, using a halberd to swat away waves of enemy soldiers to keep them away from the rest of our troops. That's why I say it was a mash up of the two games, because there were Napoleonic soldiers just piling through the doorway like they were rats in Vermintide, and me just cleaving through the lot of them with a Halberd.
Guess I'll add this to the pile of fucked up dreams I can actually remember.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 11, 2020, 11:40:14 am
Post by: nenjin on August 11, 2020, 11:41:16 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 11, 2020, 11:43:56 am
"Active dreaming" seem to work for some people but I've never had any luck with it. Dwelling on something when going to sleep does not produce dreams about the topic, for me.Same here, though it would still be interesting to figure out what thinking of another’s dream will cause your brain to create
Post by: Rolan7 on August 12, 2020, 02:29:27 am
Initially I was just hanging out with my brother, but happened to see my reflection in a wall mirror... except it was facing away, I was seeing my back. It took me a couple seconds to realize what this meant (I don't remember), just in time to turn to my brother and see something that shocked me "awake" with a piercing screech.
Breaking through the sleep paralysis was extremely difficult, and my room was wrong. It was more like a hotel room, and the door was hanging open in the gloom. I felt my laptop but it was far too light, and the cord had wrapped around my next several times. I removed it in a panic, crawling to my feet. I couldn't remember what my home was supposed to look like, or what this place was. I was whispering for help, wondering why nobody was investigating my screech. I considered the possibility I was still asleep, but everything I touched felt so real. I just couldn't remember...
Then I found a room full of mannequins on beds, which convinced me I was asleep. It was creepy as hell and extremely frustrating though. I started hurtling them around, trying to will myself awake. It didn't work.
There was another mirror. My reflection was correct this time - actually quite an ideal version of myself - but I barely had time to look, as there was someone about to grab me from behind. I dodged and turn, only to see one of the mannequins lying on the ground much closer than it had been. I glanced at the mirror and, sure enough, it shifted closer and wore a different face.
I finally managed to nope the hell awake at that point. The podcast I'd fallen asleep to had ended (why did I think that was a good idea??), but only about half an hour had passed since I'd looked at the clock. So exhausted I dropped straight into REM I guess. Welp, back to sleep - with no podcasts or bright screens this time.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 12, 2020, 02:35:45 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on August 12, 2020, 03:55:18 pm
I have no idea where the mannequins and mirrors came from besides pent up body issues, plus Fallen London I guess. In fact being stalked by entities with... familiar and shifting faces is a pretty old nightmare of mine, just not for months.
Actually it makes plenty of sense. I hung out with the old Skype group again the previous night and early morning. Explains the amnesia, the confusion, the stumbling around... the fear of a social group, true faces obscured. Partly paranoid and partly justified. What a mistake that was.
I think I ended up sleeping from 5 to 7AM in addition to that cursed half hour. stupid lawnmowers. I won't have trouble falling asleep tonight though, should be easy to reestablish my schedule naturally.
Post by: nenjin on August 12, 2020, 04:03:47 pm
Last night I also had really intense dreams again and they came on quickly and strong because I woke up from them only after an hour or so of being asleep.
I don't have as much clarity on this as the last dream but....
Basically I was driving, heading toward a well known intersection of my town. But across the intersection, the road twisted in unnatural, impossible ways. More disconcerting is that there were like...lights everywhere, that looked like little Jack O'Lanterns drifting to the ground. These glowing jack o'lantern lights were present somewhere throughout my entire dream.
I have a lot of car-related dreams and semi-nightmares, and they're usually about being unable to control a vehicle on impossible, rollercoaster like roadways.
This was different. I knew I couldn't drive these dream streets. So I stopped. I had my mom with me, and I think my brother. We stop off at what I remember being like a drive through diner like Sonic or something like that. There's two women there. Something something sex was somehow involved in maybe fixing my car problems, but it didn't happen. So I return to my vehicle and try to start it. It starts shaking and vibrating to the point it's literally coming apart, the actual paint of the car starting to flake off in to little particles. The tremors become so intense I think the whole car is going to explode. I get out. Maybe it did explode?
My mom then comes driving up in like an old mid 70s full size white sedan, like the big old Lincoln Continentals or w/e. Only it's beaten and dirty and rusted to shit. We're suddenly in her garage as she's pulling in, and she almost runs me over, to the point I have to dive to the side to not get hit.
Then, with the logic of dreams, we're suddenly back in the parking lot. Behind her big boat of a car, somehow, she's towing what looks like a mid 80s Toyota Supra or a Celica, a car I loved from my teenage years. I guess I'm driving this now! But I get in to it and it starts doing the same thing, vibrating, shaking, disintegrating all around me.
Things are blurry beyond that but basically the rest of the dream become this almost Halloween theme'd apocalypse.
What's so disturbing to me is I was dreaming my ass off but I was super close to the level of wakefulness at the same time. I woke from this dream almost immediately into full wakefulness. Not like a startled nightmare wake up but almost like a light switch had been flipped. And I hadn't even been alseep that long. That is not normal for me at all.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 12, 2020, 06:23:21 pm
Post by: nenjin on August 13, 2020, 09:31:36 am
Post by: Rolan7 on August 13, 2020, 10:19:44 am
Driving dreams be like that, yeah. Some metaphor about being out of control. Usually I'm being driven by someone else (something I'm uncomfortable with IRL) but sometimes I'm falling asleep at the wheel. Yours of the car being in disrepair, even literally falling apart is an interesting variation.
I kinda dreamed about my Skype group again but in a much better headspace. We were getting ready for a Pokemon tournament/convention, and I was nervous and wanting to ask so many questions about how it would actually work. What did I need to bring? Social/event anxiety, but this time around they were supportive and reassuring (if a bit dismissive). It was pleasant.
Later I got to compete in an obstacle course with a Super Famicon at the end. It was supposed to be like that Olympic race where you shoot targets at the end, but I just kept rerunning the course part for a better time because... sometimes I feel like a fake nerd, heh. And sometimes I over-exercise to calm my brain.
(why yes that is my standard for "perfectly normal", everyone had the right faces as far as I remember~ Probably faceless, I just wasn't worried about it)
Edit (8/14/20): More mannequin stuff but not nearly as bad. Mostly dream was about Umbrella Academy inspired supernatural agents teamed up in pairs who occasionally mindswapped at random. If a pair of minds happened to stay together (despite being in new bodies) hijinks tended to ensue. That was fun!
Then it was more like Might and Magic 6, I was guiding a big tough half-demon heroine through a maze of flames. She had cool fire powers but everything was fire resistant, so it was a lot of MM6-style peekaboo fighting. Eventually we got bored of chipping down a big devil and explored down a less-on-fire corridor, sidestepping a dragon (probably a direct reference to a certain nigh-invincible gold dragon in the Temple of Snakes).
So we came to a spooooky room with strange angles. There was a spooky little girl straight ahead with the whole Japanese horror aesthetic, but she was just a distraction from also a pair of mannequins flanking the doorway. An old lady sitting to the right, and one on a funeral bed to the left. I wasn't particularly freaked out so the ambush failed, we just started clearing the room with little firebolts.
Of course it couldn't be that easy, could it? Thanks to spooooky reality warping, the firebolt attack instead became little spheroids of negative energy we had to hold right up to the sitting lady doll. It reacted really strangely to the sitting mannequin's eyes, and our hand got kinda stuck, and it was all so very spooooky, but we were winning and it was fine.
Dream conquered, in other words. They're usually not so bad when I'm able to face them head on. Here I am awake at 4 again, but this time I really can just go back to sleep.
Edit2: Holy cow I managed a brief nap where I was raising orphans in my childhood home. Naps are usually feverish when I can do them at all, this was pleasant. It was snowing and my hands were cold... or just numb?
Post by: Thunderforge on August 15, 2020, 01:41:55 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 15, 2020, 06:08:18 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on August 21, 2020, 09:14:53 am
Bonus: He hacked my eyeballs to have AR vision! I got to see cool minecraft blocks everywhere I went. He had me run into a wall of them to show my trust. It felt good to trust someone that much.
So yeah that was creepy in retrospect, but it didn't have some horrible twist ending. It felt more like a poorly written romcon than intentional. I think the eye thing was more from finishing Titanfall 2 a second time - that game puts a lot of emphasis on AR, invasive augmentation, and trust as a virtue.
I was just excited to get the API for my eyes and write myself some cool overlays, once he was finished augmenting my friend (a vampire?) so we could better fight Scarecrow. Yeah suddenly we were crime fighters in Gotham I guess. Fighting the master of nightmares, how nice~
Post by: Egan_BW on August 21, 2020, 11:28:18 am
Which I get. The one time I had sleep paralysis, I experienced a youtuber I like being a shitter. :p
Post by: Rolan7 on August 21, 2020, 11:44:48 am
Also I want to point out it wasn't SovietWomble,
also he updated a new video today and I'm legit feeling weird about clicking on it, maybe later
Post by: Egan_BW on August 21, 2020, 03:31:43 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 21, 2020, 03:45:35 pm
*EDIT
I dreamed my garden fence was torn down by a tremendous storm and in their place was a great hedge of bright green leaves, already unusual for the winter. Exploring the hedge my eyes were drawn to an archway, which led into a bright and idyllic garden with a huge house that looked American in construction, being a massive wooden structure painted white and blue with a large front porch and large french windows on the first, second and third floors. Nothing about this really made sense as it was clear I was no longer at home. I knocked on the door of the house but no one answered.
I left the way I came and returned with five other peoples. One was a white American clown in full clown regalia, one was a gothic fashion-inclined mongolian lady, one was a young pakistani man in loose orange overalls, one a tall yoruba lady in short shorts and the last was a middle-aged Tunisian man with a bald head crowned by hair. I had no names for these people nor did they for me, but it was evidently as if we had known each other our whole lives, as we explored the garden and the house with wanton abandon.
At a gazebo we basked in the cool warmth eating from a feast of foods set out before us. None of us had prepared the feast but none of us seemed to pay much heed to this, as we had found no one at all besides ourselves. The gothic fashion lady asked if she could have one of my pastries and I gave it to her, however she asked for more and I never saw her eat any. I kept giving, however, until we finished lunch.
We all fell asleep various places in this strange land. Some like clown fell asleep outside in the perfect weather, whilst others like myself went inside to sleep in one of the house's many rooms. Sleep was difficult as I was often awoken by the sound of howling wind or scurrying feet, yet it always seemed like whenever I awoke to see, outside was perfect weather and I alone was in the room.
There was no next day as it seemed the sun had never set at all. We all decided to reconvene at the gazebo but clown, orange and bald were all missing. Short shorts decides to leave whilst gothic and I look for the other three. We find baldy, but baldy is dead, stabbed with garden shears. Short shorts comes back saying the hedges have all moved and the way back is now literally a hedge maze.
We're all immensely anxious now that we're stuck in another dimension with a serial killer, and we stick together wherever possible. We eat together, at bathroom breaks the three of us check the room is safe before anyone uses it, we sleep in rotating guard shifts. When clown arrives we nearly deck him (admittedly killer clown stereotyping was at work) but clown had no idea what was going on, so we helped him up and told him what was what. We're still highly suspicious because someone had to kill baldy.
Gothic accuses clown and says we should get them before they get us. Clown legs it and a terrible fight ensues, in which all of us get stabbed apart from gothic. As I die, I see another figure - black white and blue approach, with long hair cast down. They were absolutely terrifying and fearsome to behold but I was immobile and dying anyways so I didn't really care.
I experienced a cut in scene back to the gazebo, as if nothing had happened. No one brought up what had occurred and we ate from the feast again, but it was clear people weren't acting the same.
The days repeated again and again, each time starting fairly inane and ending more and more violently insane. The clown became a killer clown, the shorts kept getting lost in the maze, gothic kept sowing discord, I became emaciated and cannibalistic, baldy became a killer yet was nevertheless always the first to die, and each time I would see more and more of the black, white and blue ghost - and each time the day would start anew and we would forget about what had happened, continuing the cycle.
During the penultimate battle, where I had formed an alliance with gothic and short shorts to fight the clown-bald alliance, clown was killed and eaten, upon which a baldy-gothic-shorts alliance formed to kill me. Ghost possesses me, and subsequently after I am Julius Caesar'd to death, my dead body arises and kills everyone whilst I watch on as a ghost. Eventually everyone is dead and ghost and I walk through time, where I see an endless corridor of my cadavers. I begin to understand how long this cycle has been repeating.
The cycle repeats instantly, only this time I slap everyone's hands away from the food. I tell them all we have to leave now, but gothic insists on having a pastry and no one takes me seriously. I begin telling everyone that this is another dimension and I have seen how many timelines we have repeated a cycle of madness, destruction and inescapable reincarnation, but by the time they listen to me it's too late, the cycle repeats.
The next time it repeats as usual, but when gothic tries to take my pastry I stab their hand with a fork. Not really believing anything I say but shaken and disturbed enough by this act of unprovoked violence they startle and head for the hedgerow exit. Instead of leaving I return to the house to thank the ghost for helping me escape, but I can't find them. I search for the exit in the hedge maze but can't find that too. Everything starts to become black, white and blue, so I set on a hammock enjoying the sun
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 26, 2020, 07:07:32 am
Post by: Yoink on August 27, 2020, 07:15:29 pm
...That's it, that's all I remember. Don't know if I was listening to a record, watching them live, or just hearing someone play a cover of theirs. I just know it involved Druid Lord somehow. Well, at least I can describe the dream in a sentence or two, so I don't have to sit for ages in a half-asleep daze struggling to record the whole thing before I forget it.
Post by: ChairmanPoo on August 28, 2020, 12:03:27 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 28, 2020, 10:34:59 am
Post by: Rolan7 on August 31, 2020, 08:05:52 am
There was a lot of stereotypical villainous banter. "They will rue!", etc. I was tasked with forging an arrow from raw materials: a plank from a special tree, cloth from a special hemp rug, and arrowhead from a special crystal. We had a day or two, but no expertise - I had to figure it all out on my own. In typical villain fashion I complained about this villainous task as I got started, striking a shard of crystal off and trying to tie it to a warped shaft. I began ranting in earnest, mentioning how I might have found this challenge an amusing diversion, before... my voice cracking a bit with unexpected emotion. The Overlord was standing over me, putting a hand on my shoulder as I trailed off. I was sentimental for the forces I had commanded. Mutated creatures which perhaps hadn't belong in this world, but surely belonged somewhere. I don't think he shared my emotion, but he respected it enough to acknowledge it and focus it. This was why we still had to win, he indicated behind his impenetrable mask. To make it all mean something.
(It felt a lot like Netflix's Castlevania. Down to being reasonably sure I was being used, but being fine with that.)
We took a break to check on the perimeter and collect a less warped sample of the special wood. The sky was dark red and stormy, wind blowing strong as we remembered the shining, righteous warriors who had tried to purge us. It was weirdly uplifting - like, where was their vaunted glory now? Their supposed superiority? Their age, and ours, was at an end. We wouldn't be around for the next world, but we'd have ushered it in.
(Bonus dream: I was back in school and strongly suspected someone of having time travel powers. I was about to ask her, but then I woke up instead :P)
Post by: WealthyRadish on September 01, 2020, 09:33:36 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on September 01, 2020, 09:41:35 am
I was rifling through someone's canned food, when I came across an enormous can labelled "Raw Cheese Concept". It's incredible that the mind can tell jokes to itself in a dream.this made me chuckle, sadly no dreams to tell
Post by: Rolan7 on September 15, 2020, 07:57:38 am
I was up in the mountains where I just helped my brother move to IRL. Mostly lying exhausted on the dirt of a ridge trail, sometimes rolling along it, sometimes just telekinetically dragging myself up and down its slopes. The soreness from RL is bleeding through hard, and my legs were too tired to stand, but it's a good ache. Or at least, one I feel comfortable wallowing in. Plus the mountain vistas and shady trees are quite peaceful.
Except that I kept finding myself with my mom or brother. She's trying to take me on a nice night out in a historic district of some town, explaining the lore as she loves to do. He's hiking the trail with me, enthusing about our vidya game interests. I just keep collapsing from exhaustion though. I guess it's all been a bit much, heh, though I feel satisfied.
...Okay, replacing a too-personal ramble: I try to convince them it's a dreamscape, they just think I need help. I point out all the things that don't make sense, they just shrug and keep encouraging me.
So yeah, mostly about the difficulty of disproving an absurdity, inspired by:
Observing a Flat Earther discord
serious inebriation and/or fevers
current events
Also the feeling of going down a trail just because it's there. Learning to find an odd tranquility in it being difficult, even painful... but as a result, questioning the trail becomes unthinkable. Like the dream characters couldn't perceive the absurdities, I never thought about leaving the dream's trail. Circumstances drive us to narrow our thoughts to get by.
Post by: Yoink on September 26, 2020, 09:11:38 pm
I think it was "dwarf" for a while there but now I'm pretty sure that one is unacceptable. Also it can lead to confusion on a forum such as this, ya know? "Little people" or "vertically challenged persons" both sound condescending to me. And as far as I know "midget" is still considered rude by most people.
Well, whatever such folks prefer to be called, the part of my dream that I remember began in a courtroom, with a scaled-down version of the judge's bench to one side of the normal one. A legal team, a disparate bunch of folks united only my their small stature as described above, shortly filed in to sit behind it as a case began to be tried.
It turns out they were there as like, a backup legal team. I'm not sure if their leader, who happened to be dressed in a very official-looking black gown, was actually qualified to take over for the judge if His/Her Honour decided to clock off work early for the day, but that seemed to be the case. Apparently they had paid a considerable sum of money to be considered as a replacement for the current case if one was needed.
Other than that, I sadly don't remember much about them. There was the one dressed as a judge, she was presumably the leader, but there were at least a few others huddled around the desk, talking in hushed voices as people began to file into the courtroom. Can't remember exactly what their deal was, but it was very interesting.
I don't remember what case was being tried, either, or whether they actually ended up trying it. All I know is that the dream went on for quite a while after the case with all sorts of action and adventure going on in various places. I think at least one of the aforementioned little legal team landed himself in hot water somehow and was on the run from someone or other. I really don't remember anything else, unfortunately.
I gotta get better at remembering my dang dreams, but at least I remembered that one scene in the courtroom.
Post by: Rolan7 on September 29, 2020, 07:40:25 am
I was a Soong-type android like Data serving on the Enterprise crew, though the ship was very different. Lots of balconies. We went on an away mission to present day Earth where Picard was weaving a mass transit bus through heavy traffic. The bridge crew was all tense/worried but Data and I were unaffected of course, and Data even decided it was a good time to share a question of morality with Picard. Something about artificial cybernetic life forms compared to gestalt life forms distributed over multiple bodies. I added my own observations. Picard somehow managed to avoid rear-ending a car that cut him off, and still managed to blow us off very politely.
He did ask if we arranged these conversations with some sort of silent wireless communication. I responded by complimenting his driving. This was supposed to be an attempt at humor by blatantly trying to change the subject, but I think everyone was too busy to notice. Except Data, who glanced at me. Either confused by my behavior or, maybe, attempting to send me a message.
Another dream with a similar theme on wireless communication, this time in the old X-COM universe sorta (but also like Colony which I've been re-watching). I was a researcher on the X-COM Files project but my role temporarily was to help prepare a new embassy for an... eccentric Russian dignitary. The embassy was a house I used to live in, of course. The dignitary was insisting that I move a couple of planters inside even though their wicker was actively dripping water, clearly outside-use only. With the help of his aide and many apologies, I managed to convince him to leave the planters until tomorrow.
Later during a party the aide told me the dignitary was concerned about the "waves" of the Hyperwave comm device we were leaving with the embassy. This was pretty clearly a ploy to learn about the tech we received from the aliens, but I just found that hilarious in light of the aliens' overwhelming power. I explained as best I could, describing how "waves" was really a misnomer, that it was more able entangled particles and technically instantaneous. There was certainly no EM interference to bother the dignitary, as if that was the problem.
The aide was stunned at how much I was sharing and remarked on how incredible this technology was, and how amazing the potential uses. I laughed hopelessly and agreed that the next few years would see everything change. After an awkward stare of non-comprehension I clapped his shoulder and added that a few things might even improve!
tldr; I was witnessing the formation of the Vichy governments under alien hierarchy, and the Russian government somehow didn't understand yet. Probably leading more to X-Piratez than Colony, but who knows!
Post by: Frumple on October 03, 2020, 07:06:46 am
No goddamn clue why they were in the same world or why the rabbit chick was intent on that, though. Definitely disappointed the dream ended before anything in particular actually happened, though. That would have made for either good poly romcom or good porn, one of the two :P
Post by: Egan_BW on October 03, 2020, 09:16:37 am
Try to get back to sleep...
Post by: methylatedspirit on October 05, 2020, 10:08:39 am
I've taken naps, started dreaming, then "woke up" in my dreams. My brain thought it was awake, I resume going about my day, then I actually wake up (usually from an alarm) and I'm hit with the realization that whatever happened before didn't happen in real life. It's an absolute mindfuck every time it happens, and I'm sure there's potential in that as a surrealist/horror concept. Can't remember a thing from those dreams; the sheer confusion wipes my short-term memory.
Post by: Egan_BW on October 05, 2020, 06:51:48 pm
The difference feels quite stark to me because as it happens I've experienced both in a short period of time... It's notable that when I finally actually woke up from the false wakeups, the way my room looked was totally different from how I had imagined it. When I woke up from the sleep paralysis on the other hand, I was seeing the exact same thing as I was before, because my eyes were open and I was seeing through them while paralyzed.
Post by: JoshuaFH on October 05, 2020, 07:09:44 pm
Post by: Rose on October 07, 2020, 12:13:10 am
Post by: Maximum Spin on October 07, 2020, 12:19:12 am
Now, when you woke up, did you wake up in the real world, or did it get a bit surreal by supposedly "waking up", but you're actually still dreaming, just your brain thinks it woke up?Usually, those happen because you woke up, but only for a moment. I get those frequently, often several times in a row. They used to be one of the few times I didn't know I was dreaming, but over the past couple of years I got wise to them, so now they're just incredibly frustrating. (I don't actually mind that much and think they're kind of funny, really.)
I've taken naps, started dreaming, then "woke up" in my dreams. My brain thought it was awake, I resume going about my day, then I actually wake up (usually from an alarm) and I'm hit with the realization that whatever happened before didn't happen in real life. It's an absolute mindfuck every time it happens, and I'm sure there's potential in that as a surrealist/horror concept. Can't remember a thing from those dreams; the sheer confusion wipes my short-term memory.
Post by: Egan_BW on October 07, 2020, 12:22:43 am
Post by: pisskop on October 08, 2020, 12:42:14 am
The worst part is all of it is happening now, and while I know the owners/higher management can grasp the concept, the people I work directly with . . . dont. The 'Head of Plant Operations' gets it, but also is happy to tell me to sell people un-tared paper. He understands why I record recipes down and save prior orders, but is also happy to not release the data about how much money I netted to me. He was happy to tell me that I could do what I wanted to in my department, but then was happy to let my worker get herself fired for backmouthing him over something as petty as putting her music on before the store opened. Is it odd that every single store manager Ive encountered all seem to have some combination of OCD, Spectrum behavior, or social malaise going on?
Dreams that mirror reality too much upset me greatly, because it implies my psychic energy is being tied down. I should be dreaming about vampires, or high school, or elephants, or something vaguely fantastical, not going to work tomorrow and explaining how people will buy more food when they see more food on display . . .
Post by: Rolan7 on October 22, 2020, 07:45:20 am
I dreamed I was driving home, sleep deprived, talking to a family member on my cell phone. There was some water ahead but I thought it was shallow enough to drive through. It was not. My car began sinking and my family member was still chatting away, and I was just groaning as I thought the financial cost of fixing this. I eventually bothered to undo my seatbelt, my phone floating away still running. Normally I would have been terrified of drowning, but I was just intensely tired.
I rolled down my (manual) window and got some air, looking at the pond I'd apparently driven into. Pretty high embankment. Stupid. I dove down to my car, it was pretty far down and had rather cartoonishly disassembled on hitting the bottom. Like some video game, but I didn't notice, just considered that I could at least pull the pieces to shore myself. I had to dive a few times to find my phone - the screen was cracked now, like in reality.
I don't remember the rest clearly, basically I was taken in by a nice family who lived by the waterfront and worked to eventually repair my car. I don't remember what made me wake up around 3AM- I think it may have been violent- but once I got my bearings, it was an intense relief to know my car was okay and I was home. I fell right back to sleep and dreamed of Minecraft projects or something :)
Oh right it was X-Piratez base building but from a first person perspective. Kinda cramped and feverish but intensely imaginary, in that way sleep can after staying up for too long.
Later analysis: One thing that struck me about this dream, particularly in retrospect, is that I was myself rather than playing a character. That's what made the crippling financial blow hurt so much. I was considering my real world options for this disaster.
It was a manifestation of a concern I've been trying to ignore. Once again I've been afraid to sleep because I know "I" have something to say. Thankfully, I've learned to listen and act appropriately to my subconscious concerns. spoons willing
Post by: MoonstoneFace on October 24, 2020, 10:42:51 am
The dream started with me in the TARDIS. It looked more like the inside of a lighthouse, round with white plaster walls and cheap looking pine furniture, but I knew it was the TARDIS. Some sort of Dream Knowledge, I suppose. The Doctor was there, but she wasn't one I had seen before because she was quite a bit older than the current one, and had different hair. She asked me whether I had an Uncle Leroy. I said no.
She pointed at a chair, which was distinct because it was of a finer wood than the rest of the furniture, and a bronze plaque was fixed to the backrest which said UNCLE LEROY. I do not have an Uncle Leroy in real life.
Then there was a dark stairway leading straight and steeply down. I don't know if it had appeared from nowhere or if it was always there. It was dimensionally unclear. I got the idea that Uncle Leroy, whoever he was, might be down there. I peered into the shadows and shouted, "UNCLE LEROY!"
Again, "UNCLE LEROY!"
I was about to shout a third time when I heard a tremendous noise. It was a scuttle made by something very loud, presumably with lots of legs, and it came from the direction of the stairs. It also woke me up. I remain confused.
Post by: dragdeler on October 24, 2020, 09:20:56 pm
So we were strolling around touristicly in some small town like we have them in belgium and britain and other parts of europe,where every street is narrow and looks like a dark alley because they weren't made for cars when they were made hundred of years ago. I was with one of my best friends, and two people we knew from highschool who weren't exactly defined but I can only think of two other people who fit the mold. They were ahead of us like scouting most time. Then we found (or I insisted?) on a place to eat I was pretty hangry I think. I think it was here that I lost consciousness idk it was a long dream, presumably this part just processed me loosing consciousness recently when my dentist gave me a second shot of lidocain.
Next scene Im in some appartement, I guess its night now, it is well established everybody had been super worried from me loosing consciousness. My friends are out, there is only one of the hosts is left with me, she told me a reason - I don't remember the wording of - why she hadn't gone with, I just remember it sounding kind of BS like I wasn't gonna faint again, but I didn't mind she was very nice and somewhat cute. Somehow the thing escalates into her wanting to have sex despite me being somewhat dismissive... I think I was worried she had a bf I didn't know about? Anyway I remembered we had ordered food before I passed out, so while we were getting intimate the holy quest ignited in me and I couldn't be dissuaded from going to get my food.
(this is more akin to my usual dream, i want to do something but can't because there is too much other shit I need to do first, though tbf its seldom the choice between two things i like)
Next scene I'm back at the restaurant, while I step in I see my friends in front of their mostly untouched meals and my dish already emptied (silly monkey-dwarf brain). So I loose my shit and start being really annoying and aggressive. I think the scene ends with my friend admitting they ate my dish and the thing fizzling out in everybody feeling stupid about their recent behaviour and kind of silent.
Next scene we are in some other apartment and it's super crowded there is like a big party, a host (from the first apartment iirc) comes back in from outside announcing discretly and sarcastically things are gonna get pleasant. Two huge men step in, they are threatening in size but also just plain fat, a bit like the black bodyguard from breaking bad/BCS (huwie?) I think one of them simply was that actor and the other one basically a white clone. They start bullying some guy like "did you call the cops stupid?" everybody is super silent and awkward eventhough the level of violence hardly exceeds hitting the guy with a empty plastic bottle. Anyway I feel it's about me, preparing to mouth off like "look I don't know what kind of operation you guys are worried about but if you think not calling an ambulance for randos passing out in the street is gonna attract less attention you are stupid". As I sigh loudly to get the attention before talking, I wake up drenched in sweat.
Post by: Bumber on October 25, 2020, 11:51:02 am
I decided to stay asleep and head home along what was an approximation of my old street, for the nostalgia factor. I had endless farts and was using them to propel myself at high speed through the air above the street. There was some kind of street race with sports cars going on, and I overtook them and passed the finish line (made up of those stanchion posts you find at movie theater lines) just before the leading car. Then I woke up and had to fart.
Post by: nenjin on October 27, 2020, 11:32:44 am
It's an odd and unhappy series of dreams.
The first dream, I'm by myself in a house or apartment. I hear on the news that a nuclear weapon has detonated somewhere in the US. The dream plays out like a dry, sad movie, like one of those unbearable movies made by Hollywood like it's normal life. I'm sitting around my apartment, worried about various things: nuclear fallout on the wind, how I will get food, will society continue to function, how's my family doing, what are they doing, should we consolidate for survival, all that stuff.
The second dream, now there are people around. But it's largely the same situation. Everyone is depressed, despondent, unsure if they should try to go on with their lives or if there is even a "life" to go back to. We commiserate, share our loneliness and worry as a group, experience some community. At some point I'm alone in my house or apartment, and some dudes come in clearly intending to just steal everything. I shout at them, two of them magically disappear. But one big oaf just keeps coming, with no intention of backing down. So I jump on him, and end up stabbing him multiple times with a pen knife until the collapses.
The third dream, I'm stepping out on to the deck at my mom's house and look up. The sky is a dark, dark blue at midday, like there's a film filter over it. And there, standing tall in the sky, is the mushroom cloud. I wake up immediately. Not like bolt upright in bed, but completely awake. It's about 5:30 in the morning, I've been asleep for maybe 4 hours. Getting back to sleep after that was tough.
Post by: bloop_bleep on October 27, 2020, 10:44:44 pm
I dreamt I was back at my elementary school and had too much stuff falling out of my backpack to leave class and go to the next one. Then I remembered I had already graduated college and must be dreaming.
I decided to stay asleep and head home along what was an approximation of my old street, for the nostalgia factor. I had endless farts and was using them to propel myself at high speed through the air above the street. There was some kind of street race with sports cars going on, and I overtook them and passed the finish line (made up of those stanchion posts you find at movie theater lines) just before the leading car. Then I woke up and had to fart.
Lucid dreams are nice. I have them relatively often compared to other people I've talked to.
Post by: Rolan7 on November 01, 2020, 07:28:15 pm
I wandered away at one point and got called back
At one point I was
enchanted by an
illithid
that was nice.
boss broke me out of it,on the whole I was a bad goon but it was a good dream.
Post by: Autohummer on November 02, 2020, 01:47:02 am
First, I sent the Funnels to attack and distract the Dementors, before charging in with the beam bayonet. I slashed one with it but it was stuck firmly inside its body, forcing me to leave the weapon behind. The second Dementor used the opening to attempt to suck out my cockpit, in response, I punched it in the face, repeatedly. The third Dementor was circling around to attack me from behind, and I called out for Ray to help, who fired at the Dementor enough that it broke off to chase Ray instead.
Noah radioed in, mentioning another battle involving the Getter Team, and that they will be retasked to reinforce us once they have finished on their front. Our mission was to hold out until they arrive and then eliminate all hostiles. Although Dementors were supposed to be immaterial in the source material, they seem not immune to conventional weapons here, although they were highly resistant to them. We carried on with the battle, defeating two of the Dementors between the two of us, and Shin Getter-1 arrived just in time for us to finish off the last. All this happened with the Main Title of Char's Counterattack as the BGM.
It is a pleasant departure from the usual helpless nightmares that I have, although in the awake world, I am the kind of person who detests Gundams as a tactical weapon and is a space fighter advocate. I suppose getting in the wrong cockpit for once is part of the fun?
Post by: methylatedspirit on November 06, 2020, 07:23:27 pm
Then the dream ended thanks to my alarm.
If dreams reflect one's true desires, then I'm not sure what to make of this. I'm a massive sucker for small computers, but only within a specific range of "small". Imagine a hierarchy of desktop computer sizes. In descending order, it goes "full-sized tower", "half-tower", "small form factor tower", "gaming Intel NUC", "Deskmini A300", "Standard Intel NUC", "Raspberry Pi in a case", "Those ultra-tiny PCs". My preferred size range is anywhere between "gaming Intel NUC" to "Standard Intel NUC" because they're in the perfect range to be small, yet powerful. To think that my dream seemingly wants me to get a Raspberry Pi is... interesting. What was I supposed to do with it?
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 06, 2020, 07:46:04 pm
Post by: hector13 on November 07, 2020, 11:32:00 am
I remember having this dream last night or the night before, but refusing to do the task and feeling guilty about having done that in this particular dream.
Post by: Rolan7 on November 08, 2020, 07:23:09 am
There was some bit about being stuck on the back of an out-of-control wagon and negotiating with some very polite, very naive bandit horsemen for help.
Then there was a bit about a nordic-looking dwarf returning from the Hajj, and having gotten lost, he took a while to realize he was home despite being the local lord.
So there he was holding a town hall to fix the county's economy, and the people were being... characters in a satire of questionable quality. When he mentioned commerce they all started loudly exchanging cigarettes. As he held his head in his hands, I leaned over to an advisor and asked if this was economic behavior.
Her: "*Laugh*, [reasonable explanation of how it technically is, but they've got it all wrong]. I am an economist actually, PhD"
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry"
Her: "I'm sorry?" (indicating she didn't hear me)
Me: "Me too!"
Her: *various noises of not taking the "joke" well*
Not particularly proud of this dream, but it always catches my opinion when I remember a bit of literal wordplay. Even something so weak. As if it's surprising to hear English in my dreams. Do I remember these moments because they involve actual words? This whole dream was about language and, being generous, wordplay.
Post by: JoshuaFH on November 09, 2020, 07:59:02 am
I then woke up and immediately thought "Jesus what a stupid boss that was!"
Post by: TD1 on November 09, 2020, 03:43:17 pm
I don't like having my neck touched, so when the weird speech pathologist lecturing the room went to nibble somewhere behind my ear, I cringed my way back to reality.Maybe the event was so stressful that you're now having an out of body experience, and the reason your neck is so tight is because it's still being nibbled
Like, I actually physically tensed up and it pulled me out of my sleep. Now I'm awake too early and my neck is tight.
Post by: King Zultan on November 10, 2020, 02:16:30 am
All the while I was thinking "This is the best and coolest boss ever!"Its weird how in dreams things can seem cool as hell but when you wake up you realize that it was the stupidest shit, why do dreams have to be so weird?
I then woke up and immediately thought "Jesus what a stupid boss that was!"
Post by: Rolan7 on November 13, 2020, 09:34:46 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 14, 2020, 02:09:11 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on November 18, 2020, 07:08:04 am
So then I was doing a reaction video of my own with my platonic roommate Nyanners?? Apparently someone... uh, maybe Pewdiepie, was giving her crap for enjoying too masculine a BK lunch combo, so we did some sort of weird skit about that. Our camera was being run by that one skinhead neofascist who's always sipping a drink but never actually drinking it - specifically the one that looks like Kane from C&C? i'm not sure why he was collaborating with us but after we ended the skit on a truly hilarious improv bit I can't remember, he chided me for disappointing his expectations. Apparently I was supposed to be "one of the good science lads" (meaning like Jangles, not like internet skeptics). As he left Nyanners and I were laughing at the word "lad".
I wonder if I'm watching enough Youtube
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 18, 2020, 09:42:03 am
Post by: Eschar on November 20, 2020, 02:09:49 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 20, 2020, 06:40:46 pm
... speaking of, Naturegirl, what was your opinion on Person of Interest?It was a triumph
I’m making a note here, huge success
It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction
Post by: Eschar on November 21, 2020, 02:49:23 pm
... speaking of, Naturegirl, what was your opinion on Person of Interest?It was a triumph
I’m making a note here, huge success
It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction
:-)
Glad to hear it
"and maybe, this isn't the end at all."
Post by: Ibid Straydrink on November 22, 2020, 03:54:23 am
Post by: JoshuaFH on November 25, 2020, 10:35:37 am
Had one of those weird "gay dreams" where you go down on your best friend.
Just a good ol' fashioned bro job.
I had a dream the other night that had a new, Junji Ito-esque creature, of people being possessed into eating metal and electronics, mutilating themselves to turn themselves into cyborg monster. That's the closest approximation I can give, given how trippy the dream was. My job was being an exterminator of these creatures, like Deckard from Blade Runner, wondering around the city and uncovering the seemingly normal people that are hiding their transformation into a borg cyber monster. It was a really cool dream.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 25, 2020, 11:08:19 am
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Post by: King Zultan on November 26, 2020, 02:16:58 am
I had a dream the other night that had a new, Junji Ito-esque creature, of people being possessed into eating metal and electronics, mutilating themselves to turn themselves into cyborg monster. That's the closest approximation I can give, given how trippy the dream was. My job was being an exterminator of these creatures, like Deckard from Blade Runner, wondering around the city and uncovering the seemingly normal people that are hiding their transformation into a borg cyber monster. It was a really cool dream.Reminds me of Tetsuo: The Iron Man.
Post by: MrRoboto75 on November 27, 2020, 01:31:40 pm
What is odd is I haven't really thought of this person in a good amount of time and they are basically out of my life entirely at this point, and usually if I have a dream of a romantic situation it isn't with a person in my life at all. It'll be some random person my brain made up.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on November 28, 2020, 05:59:40 am
Post by: MrRoboto75 on November 29, 2020, 10:53:15 am
Post by: Rolan7 on November 30, 2020, 09:35:01 pm
And in the end I still woke up at 4Am,
And then I had a daylight dream about defending my first home against a swarm of troopers with TWO SIZES OF WRENCHES.
It wasn't fair, yeah. That was the point.
And it continued on until I decided that reality was less shitty
Post by: Rolan7 on December 01, 2020, 12:17:11 am
I'm glad I dream.
The nightmares fucking suck sometimes, but it is generally better than what a lot of people have to deal with every day.
It's actually, usually, very pleasant. Or
Post by: SHAD0Wdump on December 11, 2020, 08:52:53 am
In this short segment of dream, my girlfriend was playing a Star Trek themed rpg videogame. The game used DnD character statistics and character creation. After being dumped into the game world and futzing about with controls captain Picard approaches her and initiates dialogue.
Picard's dialogue is... Unique. Most of what he says is literally the words 'jibber jabber' repeated over and over again with some actual words mixed in.
A moment later and Worf appears and the two proceed to heatedly exchange 'jibber jabber' with one another.
By this point me and my waifu are wondering what the flying feek is going on and I come to a terrifying realization...
Me: "What's your intelligence score?"
Her: "None! Oh god..."
Me: [losing my mind] "You can't understand them!"
Did I mention how this scene was fully voice acted? Yeah.
So here we have possibly the most beautiful way to handle low int score dialogue with freaking Patrick Stewart saying 'jibber jabber' seriously. I wish someone could make this a reality.
Post by: hector13 on December 11, 2020, 09:17:05 am
I’m pretty sure they also misspelled words in the dialogue for intelligence-challenged PC’s.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on December 17, 2020, 12:12:36 am
Post by: TD1 on December 17, 2020, 07:31:40 am
Post by: USEC_OFFICER on December 30, 2020, 08:37:10 am
I am not sure how a montage of a character's knees inspires one to fold a helicopter in half with a barrel roll, but even in my dream I was laughing at the absurdity of it. Being a dream the antagonist naturally managed to both survive the crash unharmed and escape arrest because Eva characters just gave up.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 30, 2020, 04:10:53 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on December 30, 2020, 04:32:43 pm
Post by: Caz on December 30, 2020, 04:41:55 pm
Also reminds me that I've not actually had a nightmare in awhile, at least not one that makes you wake up in "AHHHHHHHHHHH". Kinda weird since I usually have constant whacko dreams. Maybe cause I'm not sleeping as much or something? Idk.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 30, 2020, 05:27:32 pm
Oof, that's a rough one :(Was a pretty enjoyable dream until it ended, I gotta say the only dreams I don't enjoy are the ones where I dream a long-since passed deadline is still coming up
Had a dream that my parents grew long witches talons on their fingers and then ripped me apart. Wtf, rude?Every Christmas ever
Also reminds me that I've not actually had a nightmare in awhile, at least not one that makes you wake up in "AHHHHHHHHHHH". Kinda weird since I usually have constant whacko dreams. Maybe cause I'm not sleeping as much or something? Idk.Probably. I've noticed when I'm sleep deprived I will rarely get dreams, or the dreams will be low quality ones I don't remember when I wake up
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on December 30, 2020, 07:21:01 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on December 30, 2020, 07:41:24 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on December 30, 2020, 09:20:55 pm
My dream the other day started as going on a hunting trip with friends and getting horribly lost, winding up in a weird simulated reality game or something and getting even more lost, and then exploring some roadside ruins of an old elementary school and a fast food restaurant next door. By that time, myself and everyone else had disappeared and been replaced by a very curvaceous pair of ladies that looked like a rabbit-woman and a cat/fox-woman respectively, who got in a fight with a supernatural bigfoot thing that absolutely wasted them, and only later learned that's why the locals dont visit the elementary school. A pair of giant ponderosa trees came to life like as ents and wandered down into the lake, which the women pursued by running on the water before I woke up.
Additional dream this morning, my brother, my nephew and I went out to get ice cream, but the local ice cream shop was closed, and instead my brother wanted to go to this store in a trailer house, staffed by a single morbidly obese middle aged woman in a floral dress and slippers, in her living room, which smelled like dog shit, cigarettes, and B.O.. I left, but my brother insisted on staying and getting ice cream there. So I went to the local market, and proceeded to look for the frozen foods section, which had been moved in renovations. Other customers kept pestering me because they thought I worked there, because they recognized me from my time working there. Which was years ago, but small towns be like that. It was a stupid and frustrating dream and I never did find the goddamn ice cream.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 31, 2020, 06:17:56 am
I took a nap today, and the dream I had involved Bay12 being turned into a gigantic book that everyone with a Bay12 account was at, everyone in the same room, reading different pieces of the book simultaneouslySounds like something Michaelangelo would've painted. A gigantic angelic chorus of assorted forum users reading from the good raws to the big moistened frog in the rainy skies
Post by: Rolan7 on December 31, 2020, 11:48:58 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 31, 2020, 12:59:14 pm
There was a car ad with an enby wearing rainbow protective gear and a confident smirk riding a unicorn.Heckin cute and validpilled
Post by: ArchimedesWojak on December 31, 2020, 10:59:24 pm
I took a nap today, and the dream I had involved Bay12 being turned into a gigantic book that everyone with a Bay12 account was at, everyone in the same room, reading different pieces of the book simultaneouslySounds like something Michaelangelo would've painted. A gigantic angelic chorus of assorted forum users reading from the good raws to the big moistened frog in the rainy skies
i now know what im drawing next
Post by: Rolan7 on January 06, 2021, 11:29:12 am
I was so dang hurt and *furious*. Waking up it took a little while to remind myself that none of it actually happened. I mean, my cooking ability is a bit of a joke in my immediate family, particularly since I don't
I should really put some more effort into cooking, it's enjoyable and I've been proud of my food before. And not "ironically" proud of how low-effort I can make nutritious food. I've made some actual good-tasting stuff. And in reality, my family members love trying to teach me their techniques.
There's your third act happy resolution Ramsay, you condescending dishonest sadistic jerkface. Sorry, that was just a really unpleasant dream, ugh. I also flew a helicopter in a VR video game, it kept spawning far above the clouds due to a glitch but that was kinda fun. I guess the headgear from Sword Art Online Abridged was a thing, but I was using ancient modern-day VR technology because I'm so dang frugal. Lots of self-inflicted resentment and jealousy last night, yuck.
Wait actually there was a good dream previously, sortakinda. I got to be part of a big nonviolent political demonstration with a lot of other people and inspiring speakers. Of course people were touching shoulders and I remembered Covid and then the dream fell apart :(
Post by: ArchimedesWojak on January 06, 2021, 01:51:25 pm
I find the show anxiety inducing, manipulative, and often very cruel
may i ask why?
Post by: Rolan7 on January 06, 2021, 02:18:15 pm
I don't like people screaming at each other, particularly families, and I blame the show. That's the nutshell version.
Post by: ArchimedesWojak on January 06, 2021, 02:35:56 pm
Ah, sure. My answer isn't really appropriate here, so I put it in the Mildly Upset thread (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=155527.msg8231924#msg8231924).
I don't like people screaming at each other, particularly families, and I blame the show. That's the nutshell version.
oh ok
im a big fan of the show and when you said "I find the show anxiety inducing, manipulative, and often very cruel" i said to myself "Gordon Ramsay is not an asshole he is trying to help those people" and then i realize you were talking about the families
Also you think KN is anxiety inducing, manipulative, and often very cruel, Try Hell's Kitchen that show is a clusterfuck
Post by: Rolan7 on January 07, 2021, 12:06:08 pm
I was in a burger joint and a friend of mine won an argument against some punk kids a few booths down. After he left I got up and totally tossed my cup of ice water at them. I missed but pretended I hadn't, and they just looked on in amazement as I turned on a heel and glided away across the floor. I couldn't tell what exit I was looking for so I kinda glided around the joint for a while. Watching all the people bustling past outside. It was so awkward in a teen-badass way.
Then, I guess very related, I was in a mall and I found a free-use segway. So I got to ride that around for a bit! You know those dreams about being in a car and you can't slow it down? This was sorta like that except that it had a built-in speed limiter, so I just kept bouncing off walls in the side passages pretty harmlessly. I almost hit a romantic couple coming out of a bathroom together. I eventually figured out how to control my speed by leaning.
Not bad for a day-dream with leafblowers outside!
Post by: ArchimedesWojak on January 07, 2021, 12:10:33 pm
a romantic couple coming out of a bathroom together.
hmm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 07, 2021, 01:10:58 pm
Post by: Bumber on January 07, 2021, 02:23:22 pm
Controlling a segway by leaning...Happy Wheels 3D: Mall Edition
Alllllright. Welcome back to the only dream where you control a segway by leaning... It's Happy Wheels 3D: Mall Edition!
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 07, 2021, 02:44:05 pm
We’ll start this off with an impossible bottle run, the longest one we’ve done so farControlling a segway by leaning...Happy Wheels 3D: Mall Edition
Alllllright. Welcome back to the only dream where you control a segway by leaning... It's Happy Wheels 3D: Mall Edition!
Post by: King Zultan on January 08, 2021, 05:10:36 am
Post by: Rolan7 on January 08, 2021, 05:31:25 am
I was lucid dreaming in a cafeteria of full of... me's as kids. One had heard a Weezer song and now he was obsessed with that. Another was singing very incorrect lyrics to "You've Really Got Me" by Van Halen. basically there was a whole table of young teens sharing one hit wonders from the radio.
I was accompanied as I moved around by a pleasant high school freshmen who was insistent that we not going into dark or enclosed spaces where we might suffocate. Everything was super chill as long as we didn't do that, even though I was kinda digging the lucid dreaming and wanted to explore.
Around college there was a goth guy and punk chick hanging out, ending every single sentence with sexual inuendos and laughing. Oh how I've pretended to mature :P
There was another dream before all that, maybe connected. I was at a college-party, but like the cool grad-student one I got to attend once. It wasn't about alcohol in other words. I was sitting with this young woman and we chatting about all sorts of academic stuff, having a great time. I eventually wandered away because the socializing was getting a bit much, and there was a cute dog to pet.
And I pet it! Cute dog. Then suddenly I was play-tackled by the woman. Which normally would have freaked me out, I don't like unexpected touching, but instead it felt right. She hung on my back and we kept talking about all the cool stuff, being a little flirty now. And then I heard her subvocalizing to me. An urgent, constant stream of... unfiltered, uncomfortable, but important information. I managed to stand up with her still on my back, playing everything off like it was cool... nothing had changed... making our way casually through the crowd, the two of us, looking for a place to have a private conversation. But there wasn't anywhere.
I forced myself out of that dream, which involved breaking through 2-3 layers of "you're still dreaming and you can't move". I had rolled into a position where I was hugging myself and put an arm to sleep. I was pretty calm though, and almost immediately dropped back into the much chiller dream I listed first.
Wait, wasn't there a dream before that? Yeah... It was *another* social gathering, in a sprawling arcology. I was being shown how to play a board game where each player got 8 round stones, 2 sticks, and a helmet with slots to carry their defeated units. Which maybe continued to be useable from, er, heaven? The location was probably more interesting. I think it was an entire city, miles and miles, constructed several stories high in a living forest. So tree trunks were everywhere, and above was a thick natural canopy. A magitech utopia of games and academic pursuits.
At some point in that was when I went lucid, and managed to discover the secret to dreamflight - summoning that twist of the gut that happens when you spin in a pool of water. That memory of dizzy weightlessness weakens gravity, and then it's just a matter of getting some velocity and becoming a hanglider. While continuing to disbelieve the ground's power over you.
I also tried to call lightning on some trees but it didn't work, my heart wasn't in it. The forest-city was just a dream, but so cool!
Post by: Rolan7 on January 08, 2021, 05:37:07 am
In fact I meant to just jot down a few words about the cafeteria experience because I was so lucid. But I remembered more and more, heh.
Post by: Bumber on January 08, 2021, 02:47:07 pm
When comes the part where we run over a bunch of people with the riding mower all in glorious 3D?
https://youtu.be/PrZMlREG1qs?t=94
Post by: Frumple on January 08, 2021, 05:14:44 pm
Casually use the one weird trick played for gags (licking the tail, for some reason? Shown previously during approach on the stoic straight man mentor(dog) as a joke.) to make the big bad fall asleep during their evil monologue... and then promptly snap their neck like a dishrag and dump the corpse in a waste basket as I stroll out the room, main characters and supporting minions staring in confused shock.
Murdered a(n evil!) puppy to ruin a kid show plot. Have I been exposed to too many YA/juv book summaries...?
Post by: LilyInTheWater on January 09, 2021, 03:38:21 am
It's weird. Whenever I dream I'm in canada I'm in a fancy part of a city with hoity toity french cafes and lots of people in a bright area. I don't know why I dream that.
I've had a dream where I'm maskless in a public crowded mall and I flipped the fuck out. Like I was just walking around a public mall and noticed I didn't have a mask on. Immediately was like AHHHH why am I MASKLESS and felt everyone judging me even if they didn't have a mask on.
my dreams are like. bizarrely mundane. Until something weird happens in it.
Post by: King Zultan on January 09, 2021, 08:26:18 am
That's some trippy shit there, mower mouth mowing a brain.When comes the part where we run over a bunch of people with the riding mower all in glorious 3D?
https://youtu.be/PrZMlREG1qs?t=94
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 09, 2021, 07:37:57 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on January 11, 2021, 11:01:23 pm
People shrugged and shouldered their bikes. Such is cyclecross.
I prepared to make two trips, shouldering my bicycle (and ready to go back for []). Stepping out on the wood which extended out into the... void. Grasping - (I remember the feeling of holding on to the structure). Stepping further out, carrying my bicycle on my shoulder, and
just, being so untethered. Awash in an infinite sea. Clouds beneath me, grasping desperately to thin wooden rods.
Edit: Cyclecross is a style of bicycling where you switch between carrying your bicycle on your shoulder and actually riding it.
Post by: MrRoboto75 on January 12, 2021, 12:02:59 am
Edit: Cyclecross is a style of bicycling where you switch between carrying your bicycle on your shoulder and actually riding it.
Sometimes you ride your bike
Sometimes your bike rides you
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 12, 2021, 02:20:13 am
Also what do the brackets mean?
Post by: Rolan7 on January 12, 2021, 12:48:16 pm
Post by: Bumber on January 12, 2021, 04:53:55 pm
Later I woke up and the power had gone out. Only my clock remained on, with its battery backup. I had sleep paralysis with a sense of dread. Psych, that was a dream! Thanks, brain.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 12, 2021, 05:16:19 pm
A dream I had while dosing off involved somehow accidentally breaking 3 tablets including my own, and at one point accidentally destroying furniture while trying to fix them...I apologized a lot to the roommates whose tablets I broke, as well as breaking the furniture. Whenever I tried fixing something I somehow broke something else, I was crying and apologizing until an unknown person teleported to my dorm and said they’d take me home, then I woke up
Post by: methylatedspirit on January 17, 2021, 11:18:49 pm
Then I actually wake up after a few more cycles, and the first thing I think is: "Wait, is this still my dream?". I was flailing around, mashing my brain's buttons trying to get myself to move, and the fact that I actually moved how I expected meant that, no, I've actually woken up.
I can't tell what I'm supposed to classify this as. A dream? Too nightmarish. A nightmare? Not horrifying enough. Is this some kind of allegory, in that I'm gonna continue to go through the same routine over and over without ever noticing anything?
Post by: Uthimienure on January 18, 2021, 05:08:26 pm
Post by: MeimieFan88 on January 20, 2021, 01:07:09 pm
I had a dream that I was trying to fall asleep but couldn't. It was weird and kind of annoying.
Post by: Akura on January 21, 2021, 04:17:50 pm
I was a soldier fighting in WWII. We were defending some town from a German attack. A grenade goes off near me, and I get knocked out by the blast. When I come to, I discover that the Germans had taken over the town, and the only survivor from my squad was some dude who lost most of his limbs to the same grenade(and somehow hadn't died of blood loss, I don't know), while I'm otherwise unhurt. The Germans didn't know we survived, and it fell to me to carry the other guy and try to sneak back to friendly lines. And then I woke up wondering what the hell I was dreaming about.
Spoiler: Only interpretation I've come up with (click to show/hide)
Post by: McTraveller on January 22, 2021, 12:54:21 pm
Just to make sure I wasn't actually feverish, when I woke up I checked and was my usual 98.
Post by: Rolan7 on January 23, 2021, 04:00:10 pm
And the weird thing is I'm pretty sure it was inspired by these monstrosities: https://twitter.com/noeljaboy/status/1352563540821905408?s=21
They got me talking about recurring dreams of being adrift in vast spaces, and I think my brain went poetic with that concept. I could feel the ground just fine, but I was visually adrift instead. It was more strange than scary.
Spoiler: CW abusive childhood (click to show/hide)
Had another dream just now on the night of the 26th:
It was like going to the fair with my friends, except it was a futuristic space fair with aliens and synthetics. It was taking place in a VR game we were playing called The Outer Worlds, but the setting was more like Borderlands 3 with some aliens. (Which, like... there's a lot of stuff in the Borderlands universe which barely seems human).
I don't remember any combat, mostly we were just hanging out in the massive fairground. We had roles and there was a story we were supposed to be working on, like we were playing a TTRPG again. I was a rather small synthetic named D4MS3L, heh. A nice dream-mirror to playing as FL4K in BL3 before falling asleep. Both cases they/them.
I got separated and really lost, but it wasn't bad. Mostly just frustrating... I had been in the right place to continue the story, some sort of corporate office, but I couldn't find it again and my friends didn't seem to care about the narrative much. Ha, I remember trying to look up a walkthrough on my phone, but it kept identifying the songs my friends and I were singing. I had a cool vocaloid voice :D
Finally, despite *playing* a *robot* in a VR game, I quickly summoned and put on my mask when some green alien officeworker got too close in an elevator. I guess it's not the weirdest thing, FL4K behaves like an organic in a lot of ways in-game.
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 01, 2021, 07:57:11 am
Post by: Rolan7 on February 01, 2021, 10:13:57 am
My car would have taken a "dozen" trips but we had no budget for a truck, so we had to use his "van" (...ha, his name has a "van" in it!), a weird limo-length camper affair with a train-like joint in the middle. Don't ask how the case survived bending like that, it was obviously a custom job. It was going to be rough, it was going to look awful, but by golly we were going to move this pile of, again, unwrappped room temperature chocolate in used liquor boxes. I didn't have a mask moment this time, maybe because I was too busy trying to ignore the hygiene implications of scooping armfuls of warm chocolate bars with my bare hands for a kid's party.
Apropos to nothing I made a little progress de-cluttering my room yesterday, wooo
Also I dreamed about volunteering in Scouts along with that mechanic guy, though it was mostly chatting about camper vehicles and otherwise reminiscing with nostalgia goggles while driving through a beautiful mountain village.
I dreamed that I was in an old bookstore I used to frequent, one that did second hand books. It was in the old place back before it moved out of Greenwich, though it was more open ended and had been transplanted to the Southeastern coast where summer was shining. I was surprised to find copies of many books I had bought in the past stowed under a table, things like the Prince or the Oddysey with loads of annotations in my handwriting, but the notes were not notes I had made before. A store clerk I did not recognise asked if I needed any help, and I declined politely, showing I was just reading this huge old tome of an encyclopedia. As I recall it, the pages I was reading was on ants.Aw I miss old used bookstores so much! There were two in particular I really loved growing up. It was kinda neat finding some student's scribbled notes in a margin of a classic (though I would never do that myself!) but mainly I loved all the cheap pulpy sci-fi short story collections. Or occasionally a fantasy novel, building up a setting for a series which I (or even the world) would never see the rest of.
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 01, 2021, 10:39:40 am
Aw I miss old used bookstores so much! There were two in particular I really loved growing up. It was kinda neat finding some student's scribbled notes in a margin of a classic (though I would never do that myself!) but mainly I loved all the cheap pulpy sci-fi short story collections. Or occasionally a fantasy novel, building up a setting for a series which I (or even the world) would never see the rest of.It's the second thing I'll do again when corona's over. Just find whatever 2nd hand bookstores are still up and running and get back on the dive. Best part of the 2nd hand bookstores was finding all the old books no one else cared about anymore; old histories, canons and texts... And the out of print pulp sci-fi novels. Never did finish my collection of Alpha Centauri novels
Post by: Egan_BW on February 02, 2021, 02:22:15 am
(The other two options were "melt bad guy", which was 'worth' 1 point, and something to do with collateral damage which was worth 2. OONA STEALTH MISSILE was also worth 2 points.)
Post by: Rolan7 on February 05, 2021, 10:58:37 am
But then we went out walking in the surrounding forest after dusk. She showed us some trails we somehow hadn't seen before. We walked by pools of water where the tadpoles live, and came to a trail that wound down a ridge then back up a hill. It was lined with little light bulbs which turned on as we moved, lighting our way. I took some pictures with my phone but they came out blurry due to the darkness, but the dark canopy and something about the hill were very beautiful to me. It's an effect I get in reality when revisiting that area to hike.
It was nice, but I woke up with a mix of sadness and anger as my thoughts turned to 2020. I keep feeling very strong emotions when I dream, but hopefully they'll even out a little.
Post by: Magmacube_tr on February 05, 2021, 06:50:08 pm
I was in a building cobbled together by my mind, as I remember it having features from multiple places.
It was sunset, and the outside was a forest with a canopy so high that only grey haze was visible under it.
There was a flight of black marbel stairs. I started to ascend those stairs, up to a large balcony, where a very tall figure was there, staring at the distance. I froze in fear, and said "I don't want to see this dream! I don't want to be here! Wake up, wake up!". As soon as I uttered those words, the dream fell apart. I woke up.
Post by: Rolan7 on February 06, 2021, 04:30:34 am
Post by: King Zultan on February 06, 2021, 05:59:18 am
I have no idea what the hell brought on this dream.
Post by: methylatedspirit on February 06, 2021, 09:35:17 pm
I dunno if this is some metaphor for my projects; I encounter one hurdle and I just say "fuck it", then it just disappears from my mind.
Post by: Rolan7 on February 08, 2021, 07:11:02 pm
I left, and met my mom in a hall. She was dreaming too. She was carrying a pile of artifacts. We talked about how cool lucid dreaming is, and she asked me to carry one thing into the real world. I took it in my arms - it was large, perhaps a little spiny like a mine.
I tried to hold on to it, but I couldn't quite - it disappeared in my arms. Unsurprising. I felt it dissolve as the dream dissolved.
Of course, I was still asleep.
My brother beckoned as the reminder of mom's dream dissolved in my arms.He needed help with something. With what, I don't remember, only that he... I think he mocked my ethics a bit... but then he sidestepped into a bog.
A drowning-bog. I dove on the ground, dreamily unpanic-ed, yet desperate to get him out. I sought around, and found his hand. I pulled. I lost my grip, and shifted my body on the shore. I found him again, and did my best.
I lost him again and he
This is rough.
Post by: Egan_BW on February 08, 2021, 08:21:11 pm
Uh, I looked at my map and saw that the goblin nation was on the opposite side of the little world I was in. Considered going over there to confront the demon overlord, would have had to go through either human or dwarven controlled areas.
Spent the rest of the dream in a "room" inside of a gigantic tree, basically an elven skyscraper. I think that floor was being used as a warehouse because there was stuff stacked up. Talked to a dwarf who lived or worked there or something.
I think it was supposed to be in VR. Maybe something like VR Armok Vision? With the dwarf I could change different settings to show them as a sprite or as a 3d model. Pretty neat.
Post by: hector13 on February 08, 2021, 08:58:33 pm
Post by: Egan_BW on February 08, 2021, 09:24:26 pm
Also I wasn't the elf, just playing as them.
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 10, 2021, 05:19:29 am
Post by: Bumber on February 11, 2021, 03:14:08 am
Later, I was trying to carry minerals, wild berries, dice, and stuff while going down waterfalls and waterslides. They kept slipping out of my grip and getting washed away, as I tried ineffectually to recover them with a magic horseshoe magnet that helped me relocate the nearest item. I also had twin grapple hooks (like Terraria) to help move around rooftops, but ended up getting washed down the waterslides anyways. Worst part at the end of this dream was that I was caught in a loop going down the same three slides, without reaching the ground, like some kind of Escher painting.
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 11, 2021, 04:49:00 am
Post by: Rolan7 on February 15, 2021, 11:40:59 am
I "woke up" into a nightmare where I had gotten blackout drunk last night.
Spoiler: Some teeth horror (click to show/hide)
Fortunately I found a new door in my room that was letting the winter cold in. There was a snowman outside, and we never get enough snow for that (just ice), so I realized I was dreaming. That was a massive relief and I took a while to appreciate that no part of it was real.
I guess I'm changing my distraction-snacks though - celery and hummus sounds good. I guess I stayed up too late chatting with a friend.
(Also at some earlier point I was trying to visit a local park/museum, but of course it was closed. The way out went through an associated hospital, which I got lost in the corridors of, and I didn't have my mask. So I had to try to avoid all the very busy healthcare workers, who kept giving me looks of concern for myself and everyone else.)
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 16, 2021, 04:37:01 am
the look is a mastered art form
Post by: Rolan7 on February 18, 2021, 12:39:52 pm
Other than that, something about having to wear a hoodie/cloak everywhere instead of a mask. Some cyberpunk dystopia vibes, I think, involving anonymity and having to lower the hood in certain social settings. Probably inspired by lovely cold walks in my raincoat~
Post by: Superdorf on February 24, 2021, 11:43:15 am
I did not like the new tech. It kept falling apart when I tried to use it, USB cables coming open like the parts of a ballpoint pen-- and now, the skin of my three leftmost fingers had detached in the same manner. Three connected sheaths of thick epidermis, damp and clammy; I jammed the thing back into its place, hoping the dying skin would reattach.
As I was explaining the failings of the new technology to the CEO, my eyes turned to my left pinky (sheathed still in epidermis): it was bright, acrylic orange, a corporate logo shimmering over its surface. I knew it to be a camera, and found it repulsive. Try typing something, the CEO said-- though I heard it more as an intent than as distinct words. We'll troubleshoot.
I typed clumsy words, as best I could remember them. The lowercase "c" insisted on rendering as a c-cedilla, "ç". I typed out "Czechoslovakia"; the c-key seemed to behave itself-- but surely, I thought, this was not the proper spelling.
I saw the images from my pinky camera (why was my finger a camera?) appear on the screen, a greyscale grid; the CEO mused over them, not seeming to have learned much from the experiment. I considered the still-shot of my own typing, and felt a tugging on my arm; I looked down--
...a cheap plastic bandaid. Pastel blue, faint-colored flowers, translucent.
Oh, said the CEO, I can read your thoughts. That won't be a problem, will it?
That was a problem. I railed at the CEO, and at the immorality of his actions. He smiled, and asked: Really, what were you expecting?
I didn't have a good answer to that.
Why don't you pray to me, then?
I stared, incredulous.
Pray to me, he repeated, ingratiating, rat-like. I'm a god now, after all. Why don't you pray to me?
...I let a curse run through my head, as loud as I could think it. The smile faded from his face.
Fine. Be that way.
I peeled off the band-aid, but he'd hidden many more on my person. I leapt and battered my way through some pristine cyberspace, striking at his avatars; my relatives (fictional people, nameless) sat at a table and stared. I leapt past the table, took hold of my brother (a fiction)-- a hug goodbye, kind of-- and pushed him up and away, as I hurtled towards a window. I tore the frame off the wall, pushed through the screen. I jumped, buoyant, and felt reality returning as I did so--
...
Two tiny creatures watched from a flying car made from cardboard, as I careened from platform to yellow, metal platform. They knew what I intended to do. They knew it would probably kill me.
Post by: methylatedspirit on February 24, 2021, 11:57:45 pm
Post by: Sime on February 25, 2021, 03:17:17 am
I was lucid dreaming in Washington DC, doing a tour of the national archives which I thought was real. It was mostly boring, but it did have some details about a 2016-ish internet worm. Despite being lucid, I thought I had been here- but it was an imagined place.
I left, and met my mom in a hall. She was dreaming too. She was carrying a pile of artifacts. We talked about how cool lucid dreaming is, and she asked me to carry one thing into the real world. I took it in my arms - it was large, perhaps a little spiny like a mine.
I used to have lucid dreams almost every night as a teenager, to the point that it almost became distressing, but now i hardly have any. I wish that lucid dreaming didn't have so many bugs: Running is generally impossible, NPCs freeze, stop talking or give unintelligible responses when directly asked questions, places are unstable, text is gibberish, the whole experience is too short... Generally the best lucid dreams i had were deliberately induced by falling consciously asleep and done during the daytime when my mind was more alert. But it took a lot of training and had a high failure rate, with many attempts resulting me wasting an entire Saturday morning and falling fast asleep. I once had an incredibly vivid out of body experience. Other times there was hardly any visuals but a feeling of rapid movement that accompanied a tremendous high. I miss that experience more than actual lucid dreams.
Post by: Rolan7 on February 27, 2021, 11:18:56 pm
It's fascinating how much of that is very relatable, *used* to be relatable, or is just different from my experience!I was lucid dreaming in Washington DC, doing a tour of the national archives which I thought was real. It was mostly boring, but it did have some details about a 2016-ish internet worm. Despite being lucid, I thought I had been here- but it was an imagined place.
I left, and met my mom in a hall. She was dreaming too. She was carrying a pile of artifacts. We talked about how cool lucid dreaming is, and she asked me to carry one thing into the real world. I took it in my arms - it was large, perhaps a little spiny like a mine.
I used to have lucid dreams almost every night as a teenager, to the point that it almost became distressing, but now i hardly have any. I wish that lucid dreaming didn't have so many bugs: Running is generally impossible, NPCs freeze, stop talking or give unintelligible responses when directly asked questions, places are unstable, text is gibberish, the whole experience is too short... Generally the best lucid dreams i had were deliberately induced by falling consciously asleep and done during the daytime when my mind was more alert. But it took a lot of training and had a high failure rate, with many attempts resulting me wasting an entire Saturday morning and falling fast asleep. I once had an incredibly vivid out of body experience. Other times there was hardly any visuals but a feeling of rapid movement that accompanied a tremendous high. I miss that experience more than actual lucid dreams.
I used to be unable to run, even in "normal" nightmares. I think maybe it's still impossible to *flee* from things, but one can be like the wind, weightless, when it comes to moving forward (or even being an action badass, as a fun treat). I dunno - maybe I've gotten jaded to the body-horror monster dreams. Nowadays I feel more able to engage with the underlying psychological terrors my brain is trying to walk me through, which means the skinless horror sits down and starts asking for grandchildren or whatever.
Text being gibberish is a fascinating recurring thing, though weirdly not 100%! I was definitely reading things last night. But last night was weird in a lot of ways - I had a lot of pizza, and my subconscious reacted with a smorgasboard of wild nonsense. It's crazy how reliably cheesy pizza before bed makes me trip balls, and there are similar reports going back centuries. It's very unrestful though, like a fever and with constant interruption.
Places becoming unstable usually seems to happen when I try to force my will on a dream. I don't tend to do that often. The temptation is obvious, but it tends to be disappointing compared to leaving my subconscious in control. The world falls away in my grip, and I risk my subconscious being less "kind" next time around. The longer I put dreams off or interfere, the worse they get... It's better to play along.
Speaking of, I still freakin hate daylight dreams. Probably because they're the result of me failing to sleep, or actively avoiding sleep, because I'm having a particular mental time and am unready for another dream-lecture. And bam, I have a 30 minute dream that feels like hours and freakin sucks. "Lucid", sure, except that I'm too tired to know what's dream and what's glimpses of my room. So I basically hallucinate, in similar ways to sleep-apnia. Paralyzed in my room as people stand over me, that sort of thing. I learn nothing and it basically sucks in all the worst ways.
I mostly discarded last night's dreams as trash, but they largely involved a new modern-Doom game but with heavy RPG elements? I think because I was playing Dungeon Siege 1 before bed. See? Meaningless.
Also blah blah gender stuff, but it was super confused. It was either happening to a certain webcomic character, or I *was* them, and either way the big reveal was utterly wrong, and there was no coherent message. I was just high on cheese.
And some politics! Though, that involved backrubs and was very pleasant, and I cried but in a good way. I didn't know I could cry like that in a dream, new datapoint I guess. oh also I threw up on a jerk from my past, his reaction was *hilarious* (and was purely imaginary, thankfully)
There's a popular dream-like animation project called ENA. I've only seen this one video from it, and perhaps it's more dreamlike than the rest of the series, but it feels appropriate for this thread. There's a constant unease of riding the wave, trying to remain chill and cooperative so that things don't turn from weird to bad. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=juBv2XWnwt8
also I like Ena's vocal quirk and, well, otherwise dualistic nature :)
Post by: methylatedspirit on February 28, 2021, 10:32:49 pm
Post by: Uthimienure on February 28, 2021, 11:14:01 pm
The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful, and the lake calm. The weather was pleasantly warm and sunny.
I walked the wall, calling out to various groups of Roman soldiers to check on their progress preparing to defend the wall against an impending naval assault by Goths, which was scheduled for later that afternoon. The crowd of spectators was still thin but we were expecting more. I was dubious about the idea of Goths assaulting the wall from boats, which seemed ahistorical. "We're reenactors of history, not actors in some stupid movie," I had told those in charge. But they didn't care, they insisted it would make a good spectacle.
As I wandered along the wall and down to the shoreline at it's lowest point, it seemed fitting that I was the commanding Roman general and I was pleased with myself in spite of the absurdity of the reenactment to come. Then the dream ended.
Post by: TheSteppeWolf on March 01, 2021, 02:27:00 am
Weird dream.
Post by: Kagus on March 02, 2021, 02:54:00 am
I got to bed at a fairly reasonable time (for me), one that would allow for a decent 8-ish hours of sleep.
What followed was absolutely not that.
Aside from waking up a couple times with what I can only assume were heart flutters (easily enough remedied with a quick Valsalva), I also went through a good 4-5 short dreams consisting of me waking up in a dilapidated, broken-down version of my own apartment, exposed by large chunks to both the outside and to considerably more and more obnoxious neighbors than I actually have.
One involved running through some of the most aggravating (and changing) architecture I've ever seen while just trying to find my goddamn bedroom, another had my neighbor taunting and jeering at me through a crack in the wall until I finally snapped and started running after him, at which point I turned into a bat and he shrank and just started flying (presumably through the power of his Bill Bailey haircut). A third had me staying in my apartment and trying to sleep while dealing with a dog that was both highly incorrigible and kept changing breed. Eventually we settled down however, at which point it was a GSD and we cuddled up in bed together to fall asleep.
The closeness of love of being able to hug this big furry beast reminded me of my childhood pup, and I both sobbed in-dream and woke up with tears. That was also fun.
So, varyingly; I've woken up in rage, frustration, terror, and aching sorrow over the course of this night. And then my alarm rang for gym.
F%@$.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on March 04, 2021, 04:39:19 am
First day of fullmoon: Dream about overdosing on cocaine and facing the social judgement.
Second day: Dream of accidentally crashing and killing a person in a car, facing the social consequences and jail.
Felt distressed as fuck in those dreams.
Post by: Rolan7 on March 17, 2021, 02:09:40 am
I had the strongest sense that this was a repeated dream, but I don't think it was. I was part of a group of highschoolers in a somewhat authoritarian regime (common trend) where we got vacation in a VR wonderland. Most of the dream was interacting with my fellow students. I was pretty much like I was in high school - one of the several highschools - but I did moxie my way in with the popular girls for at least a little while. And pulled off a little no-consequence flirtation with the guys.
There was a sublevel to the sim which addressed specialist... vices? It had a vibe of being counter-culture while being a deliberate construct of the state. "What is up my fellow kids" and all that. But there was a cranky "NPC" down there who was obviously run by an actual person, and offered me something I actually wanted.
It was gender euphoria, again. Thanks subconscious <3
But the crazy part is, I only tasted it. I went back and tried to play more high school politics until the sun woke me up. In this dream, I cared more about having friends than about experiencing my best self.
"Don't believe in yourself! Believe in the me that believes in you!" - something I used to unironically live by, to the point that I had trouble accepting the eventual reversal (Gurenn Lagaan).
The caretaker didn't stop me, but it was there and I turned it down. Interesting scenario.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 22, 2021, 08:08:00 am
also I dreamed of dancing underwater with an electric groove. Was a good dream but I was thirsty despite the swim
Post by: Rolan7 on March 27, 2021, 09:03:15 am
IIRC there was a friend-from-childhood tomboy you get from the very start who was relatively strong (though fighting was basically just a delaying tactic, and she was normally expected to die during the first chapter). And later you meet up with a demure-magic-princess trope, who becomes a powerful but polite blaster with the Lucky trait. We still had to run from everything, but the two of them made it a lot easier.
Possibly inspired by me playing Skyrim recently and leveling up... irresponsibly, and thus having to rely on Lydia a lot. Because I die in literally two hits to certain enemies, who take up to 12 boosted fire bolts in turn.
A couple nights ago I had a variety of upsetting dreams about people seeing my messy room. In the worst bit I had my dad over, and then this random guy climbed a ladder up to my window and sorta grinned in like it was a funny joke. But then he looked behind me, frightened, and he started pounding at the window loud. And I got that familiar sleep-paralysis feeling that there was something juuust behind me, something I shouldn't try to look at.
eeee LW called me valid! And referenced a funny!
Not that I care, obviously, but heck :) It was nice at the time and it's still nice now.
Validation is a heck of a drug, huh
Dancing underwater sounds potentially really fun with dream-logic. Smooth and weightless, good medium for doing flips and stuff.
Post by: Egan_BW on March 27, 2021, 12:06:51 pm
A Japanese survival-horror, where a legitimate strategy was to spend your chargen points on "lucky" which would make your NPC allies a lot more resilient. More likely to survive otherwise lethal circumstances. They were waifu-bait of course, but it was possible to build a character around supporting and being saved by them.
IIRC there was a friend-from-childhood tomboy you get from the very start who was relatively strong (though fighting was basically just a delaying tactic, and she was normally expected to die during the first chapter). And later you meet up with a demure-magic-princess trope, who becomes a powerful but polite blaster with the Lucky trait. We still had to run from everything, but the two of them made it a lot easier.
Possibly inspired by me playing Skyrim recently and leveling up... irresponsibly, and thus having to rely on Lydia a lot. Because I die in literally two hits to certain enemies, who take up to 12 boosted fire bolts in turn.
Heck, I'd play the hell out of that game.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 28, 2021, 03:11:41 pm
eeee LW called me valid! And referenced a funny!yeaaaa get validated
Not that I care, obviously, but heck :) It was nice at the time and it's still nice now.
Validation is a heck of a drug, huh
Dancing underwater sounds potentially really fun with dream-logic. Smooth and weightless, good medium for doing flips and stuff.
Dancing underwater is great with irl logic. Lots of ways to generate resistance and spin in ways you can't in air
Today's dream was all about clearing out old radioactive junk that was being exported out from an old dig site. And when I mean old, I mean ancient. One of those "this is not a place of honour" kinds of deals where we were just scanning to see what was decayed enough to handle and ship off to a museum and what had to stay long underground. Most of the dream was just taking showers in protective suits
Post by: Tawa on March 28, 2021, 04:24:00 pm
main similarity i noticed between the one the other day and the one from years ago was that once i realized what was happening everything felt very slow and floaty, like i was walking on the moon or through honey or something like that. dunno why that is. regardless this time i woke up for seemingly no reason, which is a step up from last time, when in an attempt to conjure something in my hand i closed my eyes in the dream and then slammed them open in real life
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 29, 2021, 07:26:35 am
I woke up, feeling still exhausted and sleep deprived, so I went to the kitchen where too many people were talking about inane bullshit whilst I tried to fill a kettle with some fucking water to make hot water to make tea. I ended up stumbling through some chairs and a hoover to get there in the end. Only now I was confused as to whether I was awake or not.
I woke up, hearing my cat meowing outside. Someone had let him outside at 3:00 A.M. and so I let him back in. He happily ran inside to eat food but my other cat hissed at him. I went back to sleep.
I woke up, feeling still exhausted and sleep deprived, so I went to the kitchen where too many people were talking about inane bullshit whilst I tried to fill a kettle with some fucking water to make hot water to make tea. I ended up stumbling through some chairs and a hoover to get there in the end. Only now I was completely in the gaslit realm of delirium as to whether I was awake or not.
I woke up, feeling still exhausted and sleep deprived, so I went to the kitcken which was bereft of people, stumbling about through some chairs and a hoover to fill a kettle with some hot water to make tea. Then I went to work where I ended up losing £10 on expenses because I forgot to print a receipt. And that wasn't a dream
Post by: Akura on May 03, 2021, 05:32:25 am
Except, in real life I'm literally the only person in this house with full-time employment, and the production manager at work(who was on his way out after being promoted to store manager of a different store) told me I was one of the best employees he's ever worked with. So screw you, dream-stepdad.
Post by: ironsnake345 on May 03, 2021, 01:35:14 pm
Later that same dream, while we were having a fun day at the mall, we were approached by a certain pony princess, whose presence caused my new girlfriend's curse to activate and send her into a semi-aware trance of pain and agony. Thinking quickly and not-so-clearly, I responded by beating up said princess until she was no longer in our presence. Then, in a moment of clarity, I grabbed my still-recovering girlfriend, said we needed to go NOW, and ran for it. The rest of the dream mainly consisted of a car chase in which we got shot at a bunch by said princess' honor guard. We managed to get away and make it home safe, fortunately.
Post by: ArchimedesWojak on May 04, 2021, 07:04:54 am
I had a dream where suddenly I had a girlfriend, who turned out to be a Minecraft bee.
?
Post by: King Zultan on May 05, 2021, 02:28:23 am
Dreams be like that sometimes, one minute your with a girlfriend then suddenly everything is bees.I had a dream where suddenly I had a girlfriend, who turned out to be a Minecraft bee.
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Post by: nenjin on May 05, 2021, 04:27:03 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on May 12, 2021, 07:53:25 pm
We were hiking, like when I was young. But more like bounding along. There were steep cliffs everywhere, like there always had been in reality, but I wasn't afraid.
Well, yeah, I bounded a little too far. I realized my mistake too late and skidded along the dusty dirt, towards a very specific cliff-face we once *scaled*, and I then I was hanging on for dear life. Unlike most of my dreams this felt entirely real, and I was very afraid. I was sliding. I caught his hand, fingers straining. I tried to calm down, no long slipping farther, but my other hand couldn't find enough purchase in the dirt to make any progress up. He was talking but I couldn't hear, it sounded like the obvious things.
We were stuck like that, and I was so afraid to fall. I didn't dare readjust my grip, and even if I had, what then? Risk pulling him down too? Or what, stay like this until help arrived?
I honestly don't remember how/if it concluded just that I was breathing heavily when I woke up, annoying early.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on May 12, 2021, 09:07:45 pm
They'd never actually seen any of us before, so their dream just pasted things in. These included me as a Hippie Bus Driver, A giant grasshopper, Young Neville Longbottom, Emo Spider Man, and "The biological child of Ron Jeremy and Jack Nicholson". The last person was simply a formless voice from the back of the bus.
I drove them all to work on a greyhound bus and that was the dream.
Post by: RoseHeart on May 13, 2021, 03:58:26 pm
Post by: Sebastian2203 on May 23, 2021, 09:48:30 am
I am at this guys house and I am shit drunk and basically puking everywhere and I have no idea where I am.
And I do something embarrassing but now I have trouble recalling what exactly went on in the dream.
Then came the second dream in which I am driving a car and the brakes stop working.
Pedal for the brake feels like a sponge, the vehicle is moving at ludicrous speeds and I cannot stop it.
I cry and yell and no matter how much I mash it with my feet it just does not do anything to even marginally affect the car speed.
The car does not care about my intentions, it does not care about my life, it just rushes on forward.
I take corners at extreme speeds, wheels make those weird cornering squeaky sounds and everything in the car is flying.
Then finally comes a corner that I do not handle, I spin 180° degrees and hit a wall with the rear of my car.
I am extremely angry that my new shiny car is wrecked and I wish that this was a dream, I tell to myself if I close my eyes hard enough this will all be just one of those crazy anxious dreams.
And thank god it was. My eyes are closed IRL and I now feel I am still in my bed and this must be in fact a dream.
I now slip back into something between lucid dream and a consciousness. But not enough control to be really a lucid dream.
Post by: methylatedspirit on May 25, 2021, 10:19:31 pm
Post by: nenjin on May 25, 2021, 11:07:56 pm
Well, had that same dream last night, except this time I let a cat in and it had a....weird face. Not ugly, just strange. Then as I was petting it and fussing around with yet more cats, it suddenly morphed into like a cockatoo cat, complete with the head feather and beak. Very odd. I'm definitely not a bird person.
Post by: Uthimienure on May 27, 2021, 11:51:46 am
Verily, I do recall the dream,
Not at all.
Post by: Eric Blank on May 28, 2021, 01:03:45 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on May 28, 2021, 10:56:23 pm
He turned away from me, and I charged into him, knocking his frail frame to the floor. And as I stood over him, full of rage and knowing I'd done wrong-
Another person in our friend group grappled me before I could do more wrong. She tackled me against my dad's tech, and I stared her in the face and warned her not to damage his technology.
And she stared me dead on and
I woke up.
Post by: ArchimedesWojak on May 28, 2021, 11:19:22 pm
My previous housemate was giving me shit for not visiting my sick dad more. Over and over and over and I
He turned away from me, and I charged into him, knocking his frail frame to the floor. And as I stood over him, full of rage and knowing I'd done wrong-
Another person in our friend group grappled me before I could do more wrong. She tackled me against my dad's tech, and I stared her in the face and warned her not to damage his technology.
And she stared me dead on and
I woke up.
They say you dream in metaphors but i have no idea what that could mean
Go visit your dad
Post by: methylatedspirit on May 28, 2021, 11:31:16 pm
Post by: Sebastian2203 on May 29, 2021, 01:19:55 pm
I was doing dream things, and I suddenly realized that I was stuck in a dream, so I had to essentially wiggle my actual body into waking up. I think there were a couple of false wakeups too, as if the panic of realizing I'm stuck wasn't enough. At least I woke up (I hope), so it worked this time.
Sorry to bring you the news, but you are still dreaming pal.
Post by: Bumber on May 29, 2021, 02:58:30 pm
I was doing dream things, and I suddenly realized that I was stuck in a dream, so I had to essentially wiggle my actual body into waking up. I think there were a couple of false wakeups too, as if the panic of realizing I'm stuck wasn't enough. At least I woke up (I hope), so it worked this time.
Sorry to bring you the news, but you are still dreaming pal.
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Post by: WealthyRadish on May 29, 2021, 03:19:31 pm
I was doing dream things, and I suddenly realized that I was stuck in a dream, so I had to essentially wiggle my actual body into waking up. I think there were a couple of false wakeups too, as if the panic of realizing I'm stuck wasn't enough. At least I woke up (I hope), so it worked this time.
I've starting doing this more and more over the years (remembering while in a nightmare or otherwise unpleasant dream that you can force yourself out by trying to move). It can be a very jarring way of waking up, though; you might get a few seconds of full consciousness where you're nonetheless still totally paralyzed. That said, for me it beats a miserable half-conscious delirium.
Post by: Bumber on May 29, 2021, 05:39:11 pm
Post by: Bumber on June 07, 2021, 02:14:10 pm
Shortly after, I somehow ended up back in the mountain in the same predicament, because that's how dreams do. Ended up finding a Breath of the Wild shrine buried under some loose dirt, which led to another escape passage. Was making my way through it when I woke up.
Post by: EuchreJack on June 07, 2021, 04:21:44 pm
I was doing dream things, and I suddenly realized that I was stuck in a dream, so I had to essentially wiggle my actual body into waking up. I think there were a couple of false wakeups too, as if the panic of realizing I'm stuck wasn't enough. At least I woke up (I hope), so it worked this time.
Yeah, that sucks. It can be because you're waking up slightly before your body stops being paralyzed from REM sleep. Talk about body horror. It might be your meds.
On an equally bad scale is when I try to turn off the alarm, but it doesn't work. I keep hitting the snooze, I unplug it, I turn it off.
Then I figure out that I need to wake up in order to affect the alarm. I do, and there it is making all that noise.
Post by: hedgerow on June 07, 2021, 06:50:50 pm
Eventually landed on an underground beach connected to the sewer system where I could lay down with my legs out to the sands, the shore, which was narrow, and I did receive quite the job, so to speak.
Woke up and admired the bloom.
That was probably 2019.
Post by: King Zultan on June 08, 2021, 04:33:23 am
On an equally bad scale is when I try to turn off the alarm, but it doesn't work. I keep hitting the snooze, I unplug it, I turn it off.I've had dreams like that, pulled the battery out of the phone and it kept going off, then threw it out the door into the front yard and it kept going off, then I started freaking out because I kept hearing the ringing as if the phone was still next to me even though it wasn't. Fun times.
Then I figure out that I need to wake up in order to affect the alarm. I do, and there it is making all that noise.
Post by: nenjin on June 08, 2021, 10:21:21 am
Shortly before waking up, I dreamt I was crawling through a human-sized replica of the human body. So like I was crawling through waxy, rubbery tubes like ear canals, etc...all while someone is talking. I started getting claustrophobic at one point when I thought I was in the ear canal and ran into a wall of rubbery stuff that was clearly the only thing separating me from the outside.
Then I woke up!
Post by: pisskop on June 16, 2021, 05:19:34 am
Imagine he’s getting bullied by some soldiers. they shove him onto a corpse.
He rips out a dragon egg and they all side up and prepare to fight/enslave the baby dragon.
Cusco used necromancy to raise 2 charred skeletons because, of course.
Dragon is born, wisecracks a little like mushu. gets a conk on your the head.
then the dragon fights the skeletons. and then hypnotizes the soldiers. Uses snake hypnosis from disney movies. they surround cusco, who the dragon tries to beguile.
cucso, now a little llama/rabbit, asks for 7 gold coins to buy supplies to help the dragon escape the city. The newborn dragon says no, but here a 7 drams of snow, and that will be all the supplies they need to leave the city safely together and live in the countryside.
Cusco sputters a little and then asks the dragon if he’s telling the truth. the dragon responds that dragons are bound by their word. cusco asks of he’s telling the 100% irrefutable truth and will act to take his best interest at heart. Dragon says yes, cusco says ‘booyah’ and puffs back into a rogue, and apparently saves the soldiers while gaining a dragon slave.
🤔🤔 i mean…… not the worst dream?
Post by: methylatedspirit on June 18, 2021, 04:49:38 pm
I went into the first sub-room, and there was a bedridden elderly scientist who told me that I had to complete his life's work by carrying this large bottle of something to the end of the building. So I did. Carried this mysterious bottle through the building, got anxious when other people showed up, but otherwise wasn't interrupted. For some reason, it looked like a university campus as I got further along. Went through multiple generations of people; the people there got younger as I got deeper into the building.
Eventually, I got to the final stage of labs, and it looked about the same as the first lab. Had to find the thing that would accept my big bottle of fluid, which was just this machine. Poured its contents into said machine, it gave me some item that looked valuable but I don't remember now what it is.
I did some idling, going back to the elderly scientist who told me that I could keep it for myself. Then I decided to restart the scenario for some reason, but I didn't finish that playthrough.
Post by: Dunamisdeos on June 18, 2021, 05:22:01 pm
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So imagine a personality like Emperor Cusco as a rogue in a pseudo Dragon apocalypse setting with hint of asian influence.
This describes the outcome of most medieval strategy games I play.
Post by: Frumple on June 20, 2021, 02:34:19 am
goddamn dream brain, it's been a while since you pulled this shit
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 22, 2021, 06:44:35 am
Post by: Rolan7 on July 16, 2021, 03:48:43 am
It was several very intense vignettes since I stayed up till 6AM, woo. Odyssey To The West is pretty great though, I recommend it.
Mostly, zeppelins. My dreams always take something and twist it a little, and I guess when I saw Odyssey to the West's junkworld aesthetic, my subconscious saw zeppelins. Also, to be fair, the weightless climbing mechanic (think Prince of Persia or Assassin's Creed) and the theme of climbing in general - Yes, the dreams were about being perched up high.
Oh! I was with friends and family on a zeppelin, and we somehow crawled up to the top! Despite the gondola being fairly spacious, the fabric of the top had low pressure and we sank deep in it. Conversely, the engine had us shooting forward at a frightening pace. I was doing my best to hold tight to handfuls of zeppelin fabric, my friends and I laughing with excitement as the ground careened beneath us. heh, very much inspired by the game. That part of the dream was scary, but overall nice!
The last part, Minecraft-inspired, was about filling the sky with "zeppelins" which were each self-sufficient floating arcologies that produced resources. Hm! That's actually an Oddysey theme too, but also a certain Minecraft mod I'd been pondering (Environmental Tech).
Can't really talk about the middle part, it sucked.
Post by: Secretdorf on July 16, 2021, 09:55:12 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on July 16, 2021, 12:58:04 pm
I had a horrible nightmare about haunted house, things sliding off their places, scary baby coming out of nowhere, those kinds of things, woke up midnight screaming for a few seconds before realizing that it was all a dream.look on the bright side, you didn’t have to deal with mimics
Dream I had last night involved finding an old computer with various games, the Internet, and a Zoi Boy, which was apparently a system similar to the GameBoy that I might have had in other dreams in the past
Post by: McTraveller on July 16, 2021, 01:14:51 pm
The death star was destroyed by an army of Pew Pew clones.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on July 16, 2021, 01:16:27 pm
Post by: Secretdorf on July 17, 2021, 11:17:33 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on July 17, 2021, 01:06:28 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on July 18, 2021, 12:14:10 pm
They liked headpats! They also had four eyes, which wasn't clear until they were grinning up at me for more headpats. A small "third eye" and then an even smaller one where their nose would have been. It was kinda remarkable but still adorable.
I also got some freelance coding work from an older cousin, whose family was in a... small spiritual group (definitely wouldn't call it a cult, nooo). I think it was called Mixology, but it was about water-based computing using divine code. The reference book was a truly interesting mess of prose and soft rules. It didn't seem to be a precise programming language, yet the feeling I got was that it could actually work. With a lot of open-mindedness and tinkering, and probably some managed expectations. The "machine" itself was a stack of plastic and wooden boxes, about the size of a very tall person, with translucent rubber tubings running along the exteriors.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 18, 2021, 03:10:51 pm
I knew those two were guarding me because I was just aware and simply knew that I was in danger and this was confirmed by the arrival of some government bureaucrats chasing me down with suitcases and guns in hand. It was a very bizarre comparison between them and us. They were not handling the heat well in suit and tie. The Olmecs and I also looked all the same, whereas the bureaucrats were drawn from such a wide array of peoples that I could not tell what organisation sent them or what origin they were from. Their purpose was alien to me too; they said nothing besides a constant menacing advance.
Just as I instinctively knew Olmec and Olmec were my allies and the men in black and blue were not to be trusted, I also knew my purpose. My purpose in this dream was to be an aspiring soothsayer in service to a god I myself do not know, but in this dream I did. This god was the epitome of meekness and humility, and expected their soothsayers to be so too. Hence I could not resist the bureaucrats, but was reliant on the Olmecs for what I presume was technically permissable pacifism? I did not concern myself with the philosophical concundrums of what this meant, but instead steeled myself to make it to the temple with my conviction steeled, meekness unroused by action and my humility unsullied by pride. This god was not something I could see, but was something omnipresent - as if I had a distinct awareness that everything was a great blind amphibian thing constructed by tiny amphibian things. That a blind amphibian could see the future when it could not see the present made perfect sense to me in the dream; now that I am awake, I wonder why.
The Olmecs were stalwart guardians and helped me evade helicopter, car and receipt issuer. Our journey became easier as we ascended a mountainous slope which had many paths, through which we severed our trail from our pursuers. We descended rapidly down a strange spiral staircase deep in the mountain - no one seemed surprised that the spiral staircase opened into the skies above, defying all normal logic that to descend should not mean to descend above. At the bottom of the sky we found the temple. It was a large temple, though smaller than a cathedral, constructed from a grey ashlar I could not recognise. Rings of squares with many stairs led to the top of the temple; once more descending somehow brought me higher.
At the temple entrance the guards recognised us and bid us in; we had to be the ones they were looking for, because if we were not, we could not have found this place. Within, priests and attendants fed and gave water to Olmec and Olmec, whilst they watched me leave them in silence to an inner atrium. There one priest judged me as I chanted in my head "meek and timid", the priest echoing my thoughts as I realised with certainty that to be anything but meek and timid would be to guarantee certain death from our god's judgement. The priest was dire but understanding, reminding me that I did not have to do this, and that it was unusual for one so young to attempt this trial at all. I dared not look them in the eye and say no, because to respond at all directly to even the meekest of polite cautions would be anything but the meekest timidness.
Seemingly understanding my resolve, they gave way to allow me passage to the place where the ceremony would begin, and god would divine the future. There I sat and meditated whilst all around me many venomous snakes, centipedes, scorpions and beetles collected. Writhing, squirming and slithering, with my eyes shut I could visualise them everywhere. Yet only the one possessed by god would meekly allow me to kill it and divine the future. All others would at the first touch retaliate and kill me. My eyes never opened in the blindness could see as they did; and one shining snake, red, black and white stuck out to me. I reached for it and with the dagger beheaded it with one swoop.
Praying, I opened my eyes, shocked to discover that I had decapitated no mere snake. Instead what greeted me was a severed head, human but for many snakes on her head and a snakelike body. At once many questions fired through me piled one above the other. Had this been a person? Why were they part man and part snake? Why did they offer their head blindly and why did my hand cut so blindly? My doubts were not yet felt by the dangerous creatures still watching me but if I allowed my composure to deteriorate I would surely perish, and the temple watching on motioned me to continue. Prepared to divine from sacrificing a snake, I was not prepare to divine from sacrificing a snake-man. With hesitance overcome and self-disgust bypassed I opened up the upperbody from the back, removing the lungs, spine and other organs in that order. Bloody rivulets ran through channels carved into the temple floor, from which the creatures drank and feasted. This cleared a path for the old priest to check if my augury was correct. Then, checking I was correct, checking I was ok. These two things confirmed we left, the body left to the many servants of god.
The priest said how the augury revealed many people, telling Olmec and Olmec that they were the first two found, and it was no accident then that they were assigned to guard me, and in doing so bring them to the place of their revealing. They also chided them for not looking after their health better, as the augury revealed they were needed in the times to come, and their loss would be devastating. Rather sadly, the temple soothsayers all concurred that the augury said nothing about them, and this meant in all likelihood that their service would come to an end. I suggested that just because nothing was said about them does not mean they were doomed; but they said it wasn't at all bad news, it was just inevitable. They suggested I be grateful and look after Olmec and Olmec, who now seemed very confused that they were now to be protected by the one they thought they were to protect. We set out to ascend down from the temple to the mountain top when I woke up.
In the afternoon of that day from when I awoke, I called my mother who spoke to my sister over the phone. We spoke of many inconsequential developments in life, but one of the things that struck me was she said that night my sister had a terrible dream which disturbed her sleep greatly. In this dream she sat in a beautiful garden covered in white flowers, but a dark and large spider emerged, devouring each flower one by one. The spider then attacked her, taking off her head and removing her spine.
The other dream I had that night was one of the recurring dreams I've had a few times over the years, where I'm standing around my old haunts in the city centre when everything gets overrun by zombies/demons/whatever horrible horde. This time it was a horrible horde of ratmen, which immediately broke my immersion and caused me to realise I was dreaming. So instead of running from all the mortal threats I just *poofed* away from danger, consciously retconned danger and messed around, trying to summon super mega ultra chicken or jumping from fifth-floor stairwells just for funsies. Then jumping back up from the ground floor.
Three other dreams about searching for water but there was nothing else to those dreams.
Post by: Magmacube_tr on July 18, 2021, 05:26:48 pm
I like and play video games alot. I also love web surfing. So these, and therefore virtual realm has a large part on what I see when I dream.
I was playing Minecraft, but more like I was in it. I could see the inventory, the health, hunger and experience bars, yet my entire vision was the game. No screen outline in sight. First thing that caught my attention was that the sky was a little too purple and the sun was very small. I was off-put, yet curious.
I was wearing full iron armor, and carrying an entire set of iron tools. There was some steak, and a boat.
I was in an highly unusual flower forest biome, one that had a coast onto a seemingly infinite sea. It was somehow dimlit, yet still sufficently bright.
I approached the sea, and tried to see the bottom. I couldn't. The depth increase was very sharp, and my line of sight dissapered into a black void. ''Not normal.'', I thought, or maybe said out loud, I am not sure.
I put the boat down, then started to sail into the abyssal sea, and soon lost the sight of land. I sailed, and sailed, not seeing a single island, with the black gloomy and watery abyss under me...
...Until I grew bored. At this point the day was a starless, cloudless night with two giant moons, one bigger and blue, and one smaller and orange. The night was awash with pure white light.
I decided to just continue until I found something. That didn't took long...
A truly ginormous, swiss cheese mess of crude cobblestone and mossy stone towers and bridges that together formed an amalgamated tower. Innumerable of players roaming about on its insides. It far exceeded the height limit by a few thousand blocks and was a couple hundred blocks thick, thats for sure. It also extended downward into the sea, dissapering inside the void below.
I quickly moved under one of the larger bridges and stood there until they all slept to enter. (which doesn't makes any sense in-game.)
I could've stealthly entered the place, but, well, I just broke into it by digging two blocks. It was even more decrepid inside. Erractic and intersecting but always straight corridors, abundant straight, levelled or spiral stairways, tight intersections, small doorless rooms filled with mostly empty chests, broken walls, various broken or intact open or tube bridges, you name it.
I saw giant spacious and pitch black rooms with brown and red mushrooms growing on the floor. Mushroom farms.
I saw that all the space under the sea surface has been flooded, and mostly mined, possibly to recycle the stone. I didn't saw any cobblestone generators.
I did see a few oak tree and various crop farms on large bridges or towertops, tight chicken coops and a ton of monster grinders.
Yet I saw no metal at all. Not in the chests, or in the barrels. Only stone tools. They probably didn't have any access to metals and used whatever they could harvest from mobs, such as dropped iron ingots metal equipment or other drops.
This was a fallen society that was once surely much more advanced, maybe even more numerous.
Then the morning came and they started to wake up. I jumped from a bridge into the sea to not get caught.
The dream ended as soon as I touched the water.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on July 18, 2021, 06:20:12 pm
Post by: nenjin on July 19, 2021, 01:14:33 am
Crashed out today because the last meal didn’t sit well with me and sleep was pretty much the only escape I had.
So I took about a 2 hour nap and had really intense dreams.
Won’t document the dreams as that’s not really the interesting part.
What’s interesting was the setting: a house I have dreamt of many times. It’s been the setting that for many different dreams in my life time. There’s nothing particularly special about it. The layout might be considered unique, but it strikes me as an average mid-century home. But I recognized its features immediately. I have a lot of recurring settings in my dreams and I find that a fascinating mystery.
Post by: King Zultan on July 19, 2021, 03:31:22 am
trying to summon super mega ultra chickenIt is forbidden!
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 21, 2021, 05:56:29 am
It would've succeeded if only I had more card games on motorcyclestrying to summon super mega ultra chickenIt is forbidden!
Post by: Rolan7 on August 10, 2021, 04:27:05 am
Except I was handed a pistol, and had a second one in my pocket. I'm not sure why - just in case? I want to handle guns IRL but I don't really - and then there was a gunshot.
And one of my dad's friends quickly handed me a third pistol, before the police arrived on the scene and demanded that all weapons be presented up in the air. All arms, I guess. Well, I held the two guns up in the air, pointing up - I was innocent. And the weapons were taken and I was taken to the station.
A guy and gal cop, who detested me. Apparently someone had been shot. They thought I did it accidentally - *I* thought I did it accidentally. I apologized, I was fully honest. Then sheepishly mentioned that I ought to have a lawyer. But they just stared at me and told me that their friend was in the ICU thanks to me, and might not even live. And that I'd already given them more than enough. Which I had.
Don't talk to cops without your lawyer. They will lie to you because they think they're furthering justice. Even if you're innocent, don't speak to them without counsel.
Because, thing is, I'm pretty sure I didn't accidentally shoot their friend. I was just in the right place at the right time.
also, I had that third gun in my pocket that whole time, because bureaucrats are ironicallly terrible at procedure. I was looking for opportunities to ditch it - not to use it.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 10, 2021, 12:18:10 pm
Post by: Sirus on August 13, 2021, 10:49:32 am
I was a member of a clan or a corporation or a crime syndicate or something. We worked in this big futuristic complex that was dug in underground, and we had some sort of secret. I don't remember what it was, probably some sort of advanced technology.
A rival group wanted our secret, but thanks to politics of some kind were unwilling to just attack us for it. So every day they would send us a representative to make us an offer. And every day my group's leader, a woman who I thought of as my mother, would go meet with the representative and decline the offer. She never just said "no", she always had a good (or at least logical) explanation for why the deal was unfavorable. She did it this way so that the other group couldn't accuse us of simply refusing honorable negotiation. And so every day the representative would leave.
Then one day the other group decided that they were done playing nice. They infiltrated a spy into my group, and while the spy was caught thanks to some alert security guards it was all the distraction the other group needed. They came to us with one final offer: give them the secret, or die. We refused, swords were drawn, and suddenly the compound was rocked with explosions. The enemy had brought in their warship, and it was firing on the compound from above while sending in squads of soldiers to take the place by force. We fired back, but the warship had the advantage and took out most of the defenses. The ship stopped firing once the compound was nearly destroyed, not wanting to risk losing the secret.
Our soldiers were more than a match for theirs but the enemy seemed limitless. Our leader figured out that the enemy warship had a cloning bay that was reviving them as they died, and thus if we wanted to prevail we had to take the fight to them. Several of us piled into our own warship, safely hidden in an underground hangar, and we launched into the sky. Our ship was smaller but much more maneuverable, and the enemy only had a slight advantage in firepower. They teleported a squad onto the ship to try and take it, but fortunately we had expected this and had defenses ready. Eventually the enemy warship exploded and plummeted to the ground.
Things weren't quite over yet. Although the warship was destroyed, there were still enemy soldiers in the compound and some of them had even managed to get underground, still seeking our secret. We were landing and preparing to enter the final phase of the battle when I woke up.
Post by: Imic on August 29, 2021, 05:47:36 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on August 29, 2021, 11:11:39 am
My dream involved me being part of a gang and being sent through a forest to some rival gang’s base. Inside the forest were zombies, who I could somehow convince to not eat us and to help us instead, as we were going to kill as well. Of course my partner who was sent along was terrified both at the zombies and of me for being able to talk with them. My partner looked up a cure for those who are turned for in case either of us got turned. Apparently that cure had to be used in me multiple times, a side effect was that I hardly knew whether I was a zombie or human, so I just focused on suppressing zombie cravings around members of the gang I was part of
Post by: Magmacube_tr on August 30, 2021, 07:04:30 am
I was in this white, empty roomm Or a white void, I could go in all directions but never hit a surface. I didn't notice anything until I reached foward to touch any walls. It wasn't my hand. I saw a three fingered hand made of magma.
I was Magmacube. You know, my Websona/OC/figment of imagination. The floating whale-ine cube of magma with large eyes, sharp teeth, and three fingered hands.
It was strange. Like my hands were unconnected from my body, so I could just reach over far across this void without moving my body, and my hand would just float there all by itself. Hell, I could float anywhere myself. It's like swimming but without the weight and without actually moving at all.
After messing around a bit, I remembered that I always imagined Magmacube with the ability to echolocate, since he is supoosed to have cetacean features. So I made some ticking noises and waited for them to return or something.
The noises didn't came back. So I waited around, passing time with this cubical form. I tried to hear, smell, taste and feel. But there was nothing. Nothing except the smell, and the warm feeling of my own fiery composition.
I though why the sounds I made are yet to come back. Maybe this place was actually infinite? I couldn't tell. Until they did. It was like seeing outlines but they are all transparent. Like as if it is all clear glass but not there at all or something. You can sense the quantity of distance and shape, but like, its not sight.
This would be an interesting experience if it wasn't for the fact that this was not a sightline kind of thing. Like, I could see the entirety of the three dimensional surroundings at once. It was unbearable. The image was stuck on my vision even after the sounds had all returned.
It took me while for me to understand what exactly I was looking at. It was myself. In all directions. As if I was in a sphere of mirrors or something. All I saw was myself.
I just woke up at that point.
Lesson learned. Do not echolocate in the void. The sounds just loop around into you amd all you see becomes yourself.
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 31, 2021, 05:34:34 am
Post by: Rolan7 on September 13, 2021, 07:01:34 am
Not really an example because it was more like full-immersion VR as usual: I dreamed I was alpha-testing a new MMO which made the... interesting choice of being an over-the-shoulder simultaneous-turn-based tactics RPG. Each player had a semi-autonomous pet as a companion, and mostly just chose a move and action for themselves each turn - then every 5 seconds or so the commands would execute. This was being tested/demonstrated in a 20-player battle royale, and was obviously extremely had to predict. Via dream logic and some interesting attack-of-opportunity and advanced movements like "pursue" or "evade" it sorta worked! It also looked amazing, think like Black Desert Online or some other Korean MMO.
The punchline was that they were rolling out a separate mode where instead of a basic pet, you'd command 3 other party members who could fully level up in various classes. So you're building and "leading" a 4-person JRPG team in this confusing simultaneous-turn-based system, with some combo of healer/tank/control/etc. Total madness but it sounded amazing.
I was pretty crushed when I woke up and realized it was all a dream. I quickly recovered when I realized two things: Firstly I can just play TES:O or BDO again if I want to, I just don't want to. Secondly, this had been inspired by revisiting zangband before bed, which I can totally play and enjoy still. I'm just tickled that my brain turned an ancient ascii dungeon crawler into a modern MMO but (sorta) kept the turn-based aspect!
Post by: Rolan7 on September 18, 2021, 01:08:22 am
CW: Nothing particularly mostrous this time, but some animal violence
I was in my room fighting rats of unusual size. They had sharp teeth. I could punch them dead but more kept appearing. I punched one wrong, my hand was in its mouth, but I got my other hand in and... uh... performed a literal Doom 2016 finisher. Then I sat back against my bed, feeling the fresh possibly-infected scratches on my hand, and realized that this wasn't a normal night.
I was riding a motorbike in a forest. Dogs were chasing me. I kept having to dodge the trees and skid almost to a stop to change direction, and they kept nipping at my heels, but they were just loyal dogs. I couldn't harm them, I just had to keep going. For how long?
I... was on a beach? Oh! Yes, it was another MMORPG dream, set on a beach. What was the problem? Was there no problem? Was there a wave... of sand? Or just a wall - yes, a wall blocking the beach from the land, and mysterious ocean into the distance. It's the most recent of the batch, but I just don't remember. Just that it was one of those dreams where you think some of the characters are dreamers from the real world. One of those dreams where it's so sad to leave. There was more to that story, there were characters. So it goes.
Edit: No, I got to choose my name! My name is Roan, I remember now! So many looks of amusement and pride. Ha! We were celebrating many victories on that secret moonlit beach, with its dark water glimmering into the distance.
Post by: Magmacube_tr on September 18, 2021, 07:27:25 am
I was in a room. A living room with pale blue walls, outfitted with what was the classic furniture of Turkish homes in the 80-90's, dressed in winter clothing, that being a navy and baggy hoodie and jeans, and black socks.
There were high bottomed couches with curvy wood chasises carved in rounded lines, and unseparable cushions decorated with symetric, rather obnoxiously diverse flower patterns of all colors, all four of which were leaned against the walls.
A chandilier was hung high on the wooden ceiling, lowly glimmering with its rings of glass polygons that surrounded the lightbulb, giving the room a surreal quality. Bright white, yet weak and pale.
No tables, instead a plaid and wide groundcloth was laid square onto the center of the rooms also wooden floor, with a large, circular salver with engraved edges put onto its center, along with a small tray with narrow-bellied tea glasses with teaspoons inside each, and an overly designed porcelain holder filled with sugar cubes. Silvery salver was filled with untouched, ovened marrons, still hot, probably pulled ouy just seconds ago from the decrepid, ancient looking wood oven that still burned, with a simple, copper teapot on it, boiling tea bubbling and steaming inside, making the room smell a mixture of fire and pleasant black tea, with a bit of fresh snow. The air was heavy, but also comfortably warm.
There were also those classic, plain white and somehow always a bit filthy grey curtains covering the windows. I pulled them away to look outside.
The windows looked at a snowy, overgrown forest in the middle of a night. It was still snowing. But I somehow knew it was not an expanse. It was just a vision. A recording casted into the windows or something. It looked freezing cold.
I looked at my back. And realised that there were no doors. No exit. There was only this room and me.
I was, surprisingly, unfazed by this at the moment. I poured myself some tea, sat onto the groundcloth and began peeling and eating the marrons. The warm, sweet and creamy taste filled my mouth. Then I took a sip from my sweetened tea, its tamed bitterness clashing with the tasty marrons. It was perfect.
I felt content just snacking on this winter night supper while staring at the all encompassing void (I presumed) just outside the room. It felt normal.
I eventually ate and drank enough, and got sleepy. I laid on the largest couch, then closed my eyes. Then...
I woke up.
Post by: Rolan7 on October 14, 2021, 01:15:27 am
When I wake up too early at 5AM and have to take a day-nap later, apparently my subconscious can be very fricken direct.
I'd say naive, but it has a good track record. I think it was just being concise due to the limited time. I can dream so much in 30 minutes of sheer exhaustion.
It's better to work with it, I know that much. It can offer both abstract fears, and abstract delights.
I'd ask "is it me", but I don't think I would be asking that in the daylight. I would be saying it's a daemon, a muse, a plague. All in one.
Something to work with.
Edit: Oh, but, this is unrelated to my spirituality chat. It is definitely within my brain. I only wonder what extent it's "me". Sometimes, well - sometimes I get so tired that the lines blur.
Post by: Rolan7 on October 15, 2021, 09:48:46 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 17, 2021, 02:24:57 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on October 21, 2021, 11:41:24 am
So naturally the first thing I dreamed about was waking up. I was in the front of a lurching van, and was briefly very concerned until I confirmed that I wasn't behind the wheel. The van was being driven by a podcaster (yay parasocial dream cameos) but the back was filled with my brother and all his friends I don't know very well. There were hanging out and having fun as usual, and... while I couldn't remember... apparently I'd joined him on a road trip. That seemed reasonable enough to me, I figured just getting away from home for a bit had sent me into a deep sleep.
We drove around Winston-Salem for a bit, though later it was LA. I don't really know either, this was more like Asheville - a lovely mountain town (complete with precarious cliff-side roads which Mr Podcaster always seemed to barely manage the turns of). We made our way to some sort of civic building and the tone shifted - there were blue-skinned bureaucrats and green-skinned cops, and we were in a dream but *together* somehow. The bureaucrats were being performatively prejudiced against us, but that was just the setting of the thing we were playing.
There was so much detail, though. I remember trying to fill in an important sign-in sheet, but the steps were absurd. There were instructions to stand in a specific place a foot or two to the right of the unmoveable form. Being right handed, I couldn't quite lean over far enough to write with any accuracy, and there was a second platform in the perfect spot. So eventually I stood on that instead, surely confirming my status as a "bad sort". It was slightly angled and greebled but it worked. The instructions said to grab a chained pen, but the two prominent pen-holders were empty, there were only free ones... until I cleverly checked behind the counter, and found a chained pen that reached juuuust far enough. Nice try! Then the form didn't make any sense and I just wandered off, defeated by this minigame.
We assembled in a packed hall for some sort of pre-recorded comedy routine. It was dry British stuff all offered in a deadpan, yet the wordplay was good and I found myself really enjoying it. Everybody was giggling, though there were some shushes whenever someone actually laughed (breaking another rule?). Some people made a show of shushing each other in front of a microphone, filling the room with shushes and stifled laughter.
It was great, but I was feeling a bit oversocialized (and self-conscious) so I wandered off for a while. I started feeling tired again, and lay down on a balcony of some monument, looking over a town which I thought was LA but was definitely Asheville as I used to see it from a certain observatory. I took a nap in a somewhat precarious position.
To my surprise I woke up in the same position, still in the dreamworld. It was getting dark, and people were passing by me with looks of concern. They also looked far more real than before. I managed to stand up, noticing my forearms were quite badly sunburned, and I even had mosquito bites all along the inside. Someone said it looked real painful (and indeed it burned, but painlessly) and I forced a laugh and said I'd had worse. This was too confusing though, had I really gone on a trip? Where was my mask? "Your group left you. You shouldn't have wandered off" someone said. I tried to argue with whoever it was that this had to be a dream, but there were just so many details.
Eventually I looked up at the sky, now full of stars. For several seconds they looked just right, confirming my fears. But then I saw that the constellations were a little too regular. I could see all the Pleiades as if it were a chart, Cassiopeia was a *perfect* W... and slowly they became highlighted by glowing borders. I hooked an elbow around a railing, afraid that dream-logic was about to yeet me into this still very realistic sky. It was okay though. Now that I had proof it was a dream, I took a deep breath and woke up.
All that happened less than 45 minutes after my head hitting the pillow. I certainly feel recharged, after. I just wish I was able to keep this to a proper schedule again.
Post by: Frumple on October 22, 2021, 07:08:38 am
Once players had completed the pre-game area, they'd go to the 3d sports events, where each player would have their own ones to compete in for that round. On top of the events themselves, you'd also have the hero and villain groups competing in the spectator area, as the latter tried to cheat (to either boost an allied villain's performance or sabotage a hero's) and the former tried to stop them. The event I saw before waking up had a golf course in a glacier, with I think toad golfing as everyone else (I was piloting chun-li, wario was somewhere in there, there were others I'm forgetting) was piling into ice tunnels under the golf course in preparation to start fucking hard with either the golfer or the folks trying to do that.
It was overall hella' rad, with high octane platform exploration, regular fighting game brawls, and then mario party style interims with the weird minigame being more the side-game to a proper sports game on top. Looked like something that could legit sell well, like mario party crossed with smash brothers crossed with a metroidvania.
Post by: hector13 on October 23, 2021, 10:03:59 pm
I have been mildly ill recently, and consequently taking NyQuil to quell the symptoms long enough to actually fall asleep.
I didn’t take it one night and my brain evidently decided to do a mash-up of various video games I’d been playing, and I befriended a cheeky talking velociraptor that could go invisible while we hunted, and got hunted by, various things in a jungle for an indeterminate period.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 25, 2021, 05:22:59 am
Post by: Rolan7 on November 02, 2021, 01:27:39 am
Meaningless mounds of uneven grass covered in useless flowers. Preciously unique, guarded by my expanding machine.
Post by: Rolan7 on November 08, 2021, 03:37:44 am
One of the straps broke, though. I had to hold it to my face as I wandered through these vaulted corridors of stately architecture. Through arches, I glimpsed a couple of assembly rooms - what were they doing, packing so close?
So that's me anticipating my trip to DC tomor- er, today.
There was also a half-remembered bit with ambiguous lumps of specifically-colorful material, with emotive eyes. They swarmed around my hand and also each other.
"Oh, I'm dreaming about Steven Universe" I remember thinking. I haven't seen the show yet.
Post by: Bumber on November 12, 2021, 06:33:35 pm
A bit of a repeat (or just deja vu) - I was playing an idealized version of modded Minecraft, very 3D with dizzying heights and depths. Don't ask me how this was balanced or fair, but meteors were regularly falling within all loaded chunks. [...]
It's a metaphor for creepers. Thanks, Notch!
Post by: Schmaven on November 13, 2021, 08:56:23 pm
I had one where I had a group of people with guns trying to kill me. I was trapped in an old building with concrete block walls. It was mostly dark, but enough light to see, like a bit after the sun sets, and all the windows are open. I got trapped in a public bathroom, but somehow squeezed through some sort of HVAC hole in the wall and found myself on a rope bridge with wooden planks across the bottom. I started running across it, but another group of people with guns showed up on the other side as the first group followed me to the side I came from. Trapped in the middle now, I somehow created a portal to hell in the boards of the bridge. "They'd be foolish to follow me to hell!" I thought as I made my escape
I then found myself in hell. Everything was hot. I was immediately sweating. Around me were floating rocks, ablaze with fire. Instead of a horizon, it was just fire everywhere. Standing on burnt ground, I thought it actually looked pretty awesome. The flames were a nice orange with some blues and dark reds in there too. Then a 3-headed dog the size of a house charged toward me. I tried to run, but it bit me in half. Everything went black as my upper body was inside its mouth while its teeth severed my legs from me at the waist.
I then re-appeared in the same hell-scape, remembering all that had just occurred. I admired the beauty of the flames for a few seconds, then saw a giant demon, over 100 ft tall walk toward me. Instead of legs, it had 50 ft blades that it walked on. I tried to run, but it stepped on me, cleaving me in half from my head to my lower body, splitting me into left and right.
I woke up after that.
Post by: Rolan7 on November 13, 2021, 09:34:24 pm
Spoiler: Minecraft Talk re Bumber (click to show/hide)
On-topic, I think I had a drowning-related dream last night... but it wasn't so bad? It used to be the absolute worst kind when I was a kid. I remember last night swimming through a flooded area and reaching a room that was almost entirely flooded. Trying to slurp up a little air from the inches that remained at the top. But insanely, it wasn't a drowning dream. None of the terror was there. I have lost the details, but I think I accomplished something good? Not even that, I think I even expected to be rescued, as I... passed out, for a little while.
That is not my normal reaction to drowning/suffocation. Huh.
Personally, I'm interpreting this as a renewed
Post by: Schmaven on November 13, 2021, 10:12:51 pm
Spoiler: Minecraft Talk re Bumber (click to show/hide)
On-topic, I think I had a drowning-related dream last night... but it wasn't so bad? It used to be the absolute worst kind when I was a kid. I remember last night swimming through a flooded area and reaching a room that was almost entirely flooded. Trying to slurp up a little air from the inches that remained at the top. But insanely, it wasn't a drowning dream. None of the terror was there. I have lost the details, but I think I accomplished something good? Not even that, I think I even expected to be rescued, as I... passed out, for a little while.
That is not my normal reaction to drowning/suffocation. Huh.
Personally, I'm interpreting this as a renewedinner fireoptimism from my vacation trip.
That's cool, I've had previous recurring nightmare dreams become no longer nightmares too. I'd take it as a good sign as well
Post by: Bumber on November 14, 2021, 10:29:23 am
Post by: Rolan7 on November 14, 2021, 02:23:07 pm
My dad called me by phone. "I want you here at ten." "I, uh... *checked* but it's noon?" I had no idea where this was coming from.
*Loooong explanation of some weather thing, climate change, and a conspiracy theory*
"You mean 10 tonight"
*silence on the line*
"You know what, sure, fine" my frustration building, I've turned around. "Whatever. My favorite corner store closed, by the way?" "..." "Yeah, I guess it got bought by a chain. Exxon maybe? No... not Exxon..." I can't quite read the sign, because it's a dream. "..." "But sure, I'm bad at judging these weather things. I'll see you tonight." *still nothing but silence as I hang up, having convinced myself.
I reenter and move to the back room. Several big local guys are standing around the door, obviously considering taking some stuff. I push past them without a word and grab a case of my favorite beer. I spare them one glance before walking right out the back door.
I walk hard to burn my frustration off. I have to carefully step over a downed live powerline. On a nearby bridge a lady is helping her friend up off the ground, checking her for a concussion. Advising her to walk it off.
Post by: Egan_BW on November 14, 2021, 03:42:39 pm
No idea if that succeeded, but then I fake woke up and tried to explain the cool dream I just had to someone.
Post by: Schmaven on November 14, 2021, 05:01:27 pm
I dreamed of trying to kill a winged gargoyle-like werewolf with only a single silver staple. Since the monster could fly and a staple is hardly a weapon with any reach, I had to try to walk under it and get it to dive attack me so that I could thrust the tiny piece of metal upwards and stab it.
No idea if that succeeded, but then I fake woke up and tried to explain the cool dream I just had to someone.
Bummer that you couldn't see that through, I imagine it would have been an epic victory
Post by: Imic on November 20, 2021, 04:24:44 am
I needed to write this all down somewhere since otherwise there's no way in hell I'd remember this bizarre, confusing mess.
Post by: Rose on November 23, 2021, 05:28:17 am
Post by: martinuzz on November 23, 2021, 06:13:30 am
Post by: Bumber on November 25, 2021, 06:48:52 am
Always keep a nightstallion under your bed to distract the nightmares.
That sounds like a short-term solution, but a long-term problem.
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 25, 2021, 06:56:23 am
I resolved this problem by inviting a nightmongol horde to bedAlways keep a nightstallion under your bed to distract the nightmares.That sounds like a short-term solution, but a long-term problem.
Post by: Rolan7 on November 27, 2021, 09:00:44 pm
Their nails were *really* long though, and painted, and I immediately worried that I was doing something very weird. Which I was. I'm still not sure whether normal people commonly trim their nails using their other nails, like I usually do, but it was clearly inappropriate for me to do so on these manicured and painted nails- which happened to be attached to another person.
I think my goodwill was appreciated, though, despite the awkwardness.
Post by: Egan_BW on November 27, 2021, 09:11:21 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on November 27, 2021, 09:39:29 pm
It's not a particularly clean cut so I have to kinda rub at it for a while, cat-like, until the nail stops catching on stuff.
I also use clippers but it's just a thing I do when I'm bored and notice my nails are annoying me.
Post by: King Zultan on November 28, 2021, 04:18:26 am
Post by: Schmaven on November 28, 2021, 08:30:56 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 28, 2021, 12:09:25 pm
I thought ancient people would have just bit them off?Lord knows. Half the answers to "how did Ancient people deal with this" is that they didn't. Stuff like having to deal with dentistry is just not something humans had to worry about until they invented agriculture and suddenly had to deal with a regular diet full of sugars
Post by: Rolan7 on December 25, 2021, 08:30:33 am
I think we were allowed to deal with other patrons to get mixed powers, which added to the intrigue. I was building a mix of black and blue which were giving me edgy time-reversal powers. Like I could try a thing, then had about ten seconds to roll the decision back. It was a little abstract but a lot of times demons or visions would helpfully appear, giving me clues. There was something REALLY bad that could happen to me personally if I missed an obscure warning sign.
I had, unusually, played through the game once before. I was limited in what I was allowed to reveal to the others, naturally. I had played a white/bluegreen role before, subtly supporting a normal-appearing NPC with incredible end-game potential. There was something sinister about it though, particularly how I had to carefully hide my efforts from my fellow players. I was essentially playing against them despite playing a very "support" build. I think as a result we lost but I "won", which could be why I was the only repeat player.
My dad was around for this second round, which was... interesting. I think he was playing mono-blue and was in that awkward role of playing an advanced class as a newbie. He was doing pretty great at the meta though, being a bit humble and cooperating.
As the only veteran player, and everyone knowing that, I was in a weird spot. I was supposed to help the others learn how to play, while absolutely not revealing the actual victory goals or spoil the semi-random plot events. I couldn't tell them to cooperate, only be (and appear) cooperative and hope people emulated me.
The dream ended while building to something rough. The setting had switched from magical superpowers to more mundane team-building exercise, or well... Danganronpa, in some ways. Far from such an explicit killing-game, but people were really distrustful of each other. Dad and I were meta-cooperating which was definitely improper, but the others were too tangled in their own intrigues to really notice. And I still wasn't spoiling the "twists" for him. I was just getting really quiet and withdrawn, because we were about to face a challenge that I was phobic of. I wasn't actually sure if I could face it again, and my panic was unraveling the dream and letting me out.
He didn't ask what was coming, just where I had found the strength to persevere. And that sorta sucked because the answer was a certain something I was fully allowed to talk about, and had, but apparently I can't properly communicate it to him.
So wow... Sacrifice and its MtG-esque faction system, a little Umbrella Academy, and a surprising amount of Dave Strider doomed-timeline-skirting. Briefly my dad was playing as literally The Flash which uh, is... ironic. I also skipped a bit where we zailed the zee as a crew. Ending up on a literal roller coaster for the last part, but a roller coaster by the ocean.
I can't believe I would have forgotten all of this if I hadn't woken up thinking: "Dangit that game doesn't exist yet! Except wait... why was it so important that I was the only repeat player? That's from something real... oh wow, dangonronpa of all things. Dangonronpa with only five players but they stick around."
Post by: Rolan7 on December 26, 2021, 09:04:55 am
Well somehow, it worked. We trespassed at the mob safehouse until they captured us and drove us around, talking about villain stuff. We ended up around the base of a mountain the two of us enjoyed walking at, where we were rescued by a really confusing low-speed pursuit with car-hopping hijinks. It was clever enough that Legal Eagle did a video on it- yes, he cameo'd in my dream, doing an analysis of our rescue. <3
I guess under dream-logic it was a good plan because we were able to win the case! Things got a bit dark here though. The whole gunpoint thing had been rough, and my friend stopped associating with us (reasonable response). I had a hard time finishing the legal/courtroom work. I insisted on still taking walks up the mountain, remembering my friend and trying to work stuff. One day I was pretty sure I heard her walking the climb behind me. Near the peak I finally turned around - it was a mob fixer, apparently out on bail. We recognized each other at the same time. He toyed with me, asking for some cash or something, and I played along... letting me open my phone and call a random person on my contact list! It was my dad, and I had to talk over him quite rudely to let him know the situation. Apparently I was invited to another birthday party or something. The fixer was kicking himself for letting me get to the phone, because now he couldn't just kill me. Taking me hostage again was still on the cards though.
We changed scenes to the law offices for some reason, with police moving up the building to us. The fixer had a plan: if I was armed, the cops would kill me and he'd escape in the confusion! So he gave me his gun. I threw it out a window and got "captured" by a himbo in improper cop uniform. Foiled!
Everything was back to zaniness now. The fixer either used a ninja technique or just had two friends, either way there were three mob fixers with grenade launchers and... eevee cosplay. Like, vaporeon/flareon/jolteon jumpsuits, and they were shooting pokeballs. I borrowed my himbo's grenade launcher (similarly loaded for Ursarine) and we had an epic game of dodgeball. There were slow-mo mid-air pokeball collisions, they kept RP'ing that they had status effects for some reason, it was very silly. Eventually I managed to bop them with pokeballs and they turned themselves in because that's what conviction to cosplay is all about.
so yeah some tone shifts there. Even the worst bits were more "dramatic" than actually traumatic, though, since it was emulating mass-produced crime procedurals. They're soooo dumb and harmful to society, but my mom and I enjoy them anyway.
I know these writeups are poorly structured but I'm just kinda excited to be dreaming again, and writing them down feels really good for some reason. I think that trying to describe them for others helps me contextualize them socially, which is an important layer of analysis.
Post by: Folly on December 26, 2021, 03:08:36 pm
I took out my wallet and reached for my Visa card, but realized that I had been using it a lot recently, so instead I took out my Discover card(I don't own a Discover card in the waking world) and dropped it on the counter, asking the cashier if they take Discover. The Cashier agreed that they do take Discover, but then he reached under the counter and took out one of those oversized radiation suits, which he donned. The cashier then picked up a phone, a land-line, and spoke to someone in hushed whispers for several minutes; he never took his eyes off the card the whole time.
Finally he hung up the phone, went and got a sleeve of fries, and a cart. He put the fries on the cart, then very carefully picked up my Discover card and also put that on the cart. He wheeled the cart outside, to a small outdoor table at the far side of the parking lot. The cashier and I both sat down at the table, and he watched me eat my fries. When I was finished the cashier stood up and said "Thank you for choosing McDonalds, please don't come again". He went back inside; I got in my car and went home.
They never actually charged me. And I think I left my Discover card in that parking lot...
Post by: King Zultan on December 27, 2021, 03:18:19 am
Post by: Egan_BW on December 27, 2021, 12:25:19 pm
Post by: voliol on January 08, 2022, 04:12:45 am
The forums/Bay 12 website were also strange, at some point overloaded so I couldn’t open them, but when I did manage to with the layter it was like an infinite landscape, stretching away in a long strip like when you pass in with a train. There were some textboxes too, but they were seen in like planes in perspective, stretched away towards a vanishing point at the horizon. So I couldn’t read them. I felt the website was this weird because DF had been cancelled, and there was no point having it left. The forums were also weird, they looked even older (somehow) and were constantly a little too zoomed in. They had also been downsized, with only a few subforums (or threads!) all in all. Somehow I knew this smaller uglier forum was it having reversed to how ”it originally was”.
After many ifs and buts, I found something like a livestream with Tarn in it. In the game, Tarn’s character would move around, at first in a grid-based system, then in some kind of pixelly isomorphism. First he walked around in an overworld, with some goblins/orcs and having to flee from them (actually, this overworld/grid-based part might have been even earlier, and lead to non-related parts, with the DF theme later resurfacing). At this point I thought it might be DF, though the graphics were different, the concepts of following/fleeing from ’*’ glyphs on the world map still existed. In a later part, he walked in a pixel-art dungeon. It had elements that are not in DF, like televisions (of the non-flatscreen kind) that were ”psychic and caused by aliens” or ”caused by psychic aliens”. In this section, which looked like some kind of dump zone, Tarn’s character (who was increasingly ”me”) had to fight or flee from some kind of boss or special character, but I don’t remember what it was. I don’t think it was an alien, but something more mundane (for DF) like a goblin warlord. In any case this section ended with stepping into a helicopter, and getting out of there. I understood it as some kind of fast travel, since the parts between this section of the game and the next part were unfinished.
With the helicopter, tvs and non-grid based movement, I was now sure this was a new game. It was kind of unclear why, if Dwarf Fortress had transformed into this game after a change in development requiring it, or someting in DF development going wrong causing DF to be cancelled and this was a side project that was picked up instead. I flipped to the first page of the forum thread I was on, and concluded the new game was called ”BlauBlau”, though as the live stream was not finished people were not sure what it was about. I went back to the stream, and now it was 3D isometric, in a sort of blocky style. Tarn explained (or I concluded) that what was prieviously was a kind of ”loot round” and now that loot was used to upgrade/maintain our base. As Tarn’s character exited the base the perpective turned into first-person and the character fully into ”me”.
The base turned out to be a small outhouse, as I wandered around I found it was part of a Hotel Resort in the woods. The resort was a long white wooden building with a slight curve to it, lots of windows and maybe one or two floors. I wondered at first why the base was only the outhouse and not the rest of the resort, but the resort was dark with no one there, and I realized that was the goal, to be able to light up and use the whole resort. For now there were ”zombies” there. Then I saw the first zombie. The size of a small child, it was black and white (like marzipan dipped in chocolate). Its proportions were not really human, rather like a clay figurine, and it might have been hovering. Somehow it was oozing black goo. I slashed or punched it, and started to hurry towards the outhouse. There was another adult-sized zombie on the way, I slashed once, and then another more similar to a human. I fled into a corridor leading towards my goal, but they were onto me. There was a door, but to shut it I had to close a clasp, and the zombies were reaching in. I had to cut off an arm or something like that to do it.
The more humanlike zombie was smarter. It talked somehow, though it might not have been with words, and it might not have been more sophisticated than ”I’ll get you”. These zombies were not the kind that became weaker when damaged. Instead, their mutilated bodies would warp and stretch. They also knew this. Somehow the zombies had made a hole in the wall. They could not get through it, but the smart zombie put its face against the hole and its tongue stretched out and into the room. I cut it off. Then the smart zombie did something to the other, like cutting its head off. That way something new could warp and stretch from its neck, a warped skull thing, through the hole. This also happened to the cut off arm, flesh emerged from it, lumpy and red. At the end it also looked like it had a face (and not a hand). These two reached through the hole in whe wall, and expanded, spiraling out to fill the room and engulf me. The sound, and the horror, and the stretchy warpiness felt like they explained the name ”BlauBlau” (onamatopoetic rather than german). It was how it felt when that happened.
Then I woke up, and hurried to find up parts were not true, that DF had not been cancelled. Got a little stressed when someone (a spammer) had posted something in the announcement forums. But everything was well, and I started writing this down.
Post by: Magmacube_tr on January 08, 2022, 04:18:07 pm
Or when something extremely catastrophic happens. Like, an XK Class scenario.
Post by: Telgin on January 08, 2022, 05:31:47 pm
I never saw any terminators, but a strangely designed limousine drove up and for some reason I thought it belonged to Skynet. As I was running inside to warn everyone, Rodney Dangerfield climbed out and shouted something about getting no respect.
Weird how I "knew" I was in the Terminator universe without ever seeing any terminators or HKs, but a lot of my dreams are like that.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 12, 2022, 11:56:16 am
I descended down the many levels until I found the below ground gym/drama area. There I found an even older friend Faisal, who did not go to the school in my dreams. When caught by a particularly aggressive and acerbic PE teacher Faisal tried to take the fall for me, claiming it was just him there, but alas I got caught anyways. Instead of accepting his scorn, I grew incensed that he was using homophobic and racist language to denigrate my good friend, and stormed out to report him at once. Whilst he was flummoxed and tried to discredit us, I was too insistent that this be escalated that he was forced to run away. My friend Faisal walks away thanking me for having his back, when I thought just then, I don't think I was good enough. I realised then I was dreaming, and none of this made sense. Faisal walked away and when I looked to follow him, he was already gone. Everyone walked by in their usual routine but I was sure this was just a memory. I was sure I had not worn this uniform in many years, and cast its blazer away.
In previous lucid dreams I had always been able to shape the dream as I willed it, so I tested my boundaries - trying to forcibly change the scene of my room to another room. But I could not do it this time. Closing my eyes, staring at the wall and expecting to turn around and see the room I wanted, I was bound by the layout of the school I knew. I tried jumping to the other side of a glass window, even striking it with my hand - the blow made no sound, no movement or damage, despite impacting exactly as I thought it should. Everyone kept walking by me to their own expected routines, at one point I caught myself following a familiar classmate to their lesson only to scorn myself for falling deeper into this sleep.
Despite repeated stressful attempts, all attempts at controlling the dream beyond what I could move with my own imagined body ended in failure. I spoke to a man who seemed like an old English teacher of mine, one who passed away. On closer inspection they were not them, but were a mixture of faces of people I knew, and admitted they were not my old English teacher. I said I knew that too, but would appreciate it very much if they stayed with me regardless, as I was very lost and needed to get out of this dream. They agreed, saying they would very much like that too.
Not knowing how to control the dream's setting, I decided to set forth for the setting's front exit. It lay down a staircase from the hallway I was on, but the way was barred by a sorcerer. This sorcerer would not stop accosting me and trying to turn me back with evil spells, and seemed completely immune to all words, reason or violence. At one point I threw him down four flights of stairs, only to hear him get back up on the ground floor and resume his ascent. My companion at this point tells me he is a sentient magical weapon who can deal with the sorcerer, but if he takes the form of the weapon he will not be able to hold human form for a long while again. I ask him if he minds making the sacrifice, but he says he prefers his natural form, he just doesn't want to be left lying around with no weilder. Turning into a trident, I am worried for a moment that my friend is gone, but they continue speaking despite being a magic fork. Striking the sorcerer with the trident yields results; the sorcerer finally dies and I break his staff in two over my knee.
As I'm about to leave, I realise we're making a mistake. If I leave out the front exit, we'll enter a recurring nightmare I've had in the past. (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=115639.msg7904279#msg7904279) I don't know what form of armageddon it'll take, but leaving that way is always a nightmare to deal with, and I don't want to deal with it when I'm lucid but unable to change the scene. The trident and I decide to try another exit, and when we leave are pleased to find it's an ordinary day with the thousands of faceless business people going about their fake commutes. The trident asks me what next, and I tell him we're going to find a river crossing so I can go home and wake up. We keep following the river until I find a bridge and keep going until I hear someone coughing. I tell them that it's time for me to leave them, which is when I wake up
Post by: Magmacube_tr on January 17, 2022, 05:47:14 am
A realisation hit me. There was no sound. No wind, cars, people, footsteps, nothing.
I tried to stomp. I had no feet. No legs. I tried reaching out to the far distance, but I had no hands, neither human or cube. ''Is this real?'' I asked, and everything suddenly got brighter with an annoying, reverbed ping. For a moment there was only white. I slowly woke up, and my vision returned.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 21, 2022, 08:47:30 am
They shot my friend in the leg and dragged him off to somewhere meanwhile I received a beating.
They said the meth was very sub-par and basically dog shit so it was an insult.
They left me free but did not want to say where the body of my friend is, yes body.
I was so traumatized I frantically kept calling his phone in disbelief, hoping it was not true that he died.
I kept looking at this Facebook page seeing if any of his relatives were missing him and searching for him.
I kept stalking his social profiles, hoping for him to post something to prove he was alive.
Eventually I had to come to terms with crushing fact that he really is not answering my phone at all.
I rode a horse in wilderness and the horse stood up on its rear legs and threw me off.
I was left stranded in a forest. I climbed a hill and there was a church.
I could get inside and see they were having an open casket funeral of my friend.
Then I woke up, friend still alive. I guess my brain took some inspiration from Breaking Bad lol.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 23, 2022, 09:29:19 am
I drowned my car in a lake and some people offered to help me.
Next thing I see is a lot of blood and body parts floating around the car as I stand on the shore.
Alligator has apparently attacked the people who tried to get my car out of the water.
I saw some man carrying their blood soaked friend out of the water crying and desperate as a trail of blood followed them.
The time has somehow progressed and I was called a coward by a bunch of people, probably relatives of the deceased, for not helping.
I wonder what is causing this change in theme of my dreams. I never had such brutal scenery.
And top of that I was more concerned about my car being gone. Now I wonder if that makes me a bad person.
Post by: Uthimienure on January 25, 2022, 05:02:22 am
...snip... Now I wonder if that makes me a bad person.Only in your bad dreams, don't let it bother you.
Post by: Eric Blank on January 25, 2022, 05:48:14 pm
I then decided I needed to destroy all of these drugs, even though presumably they were from our own evidence locker. So I took them home and tossed them in the fire pit and burned the whole container.
Post by: Rolan7 on January 25, 2022, 11:57:54 pm
My mind often puts me in the position of a bad person, and helps me learn from that....snip... Now I wonder if that makes me a bad person.Only in your bad dreams, don't let it bother you.
Post by: nenjin on January 26, 2022, 04:18:56 pm
I was at home and there was a party. Except it wasn't my home. And I *knew* it wasn't my home. I live in a 2.5 room apartment, not much to it. But in the dream, it was multi-storied. Furnished with nice, classy looking stuff. One downstairs section vaguely was like my apartment, but not the rest. There were many people there I didn't recognize but a whole heap of people from RL as well. And I kept going around to people saying "This isn't my home. There's no way this is my home. This can't be my home." And everyone just seemed to be like ...."Ok, well, anyways...."
It was the oddest sensation. I feel like I was on the cusp of a lucid dream. I was 90% of the way there, realizing that where I was wasn't real. For some reason though I didn't breakthrough to a lucid dream. I suspect that if I had, I would have woken up.
It was so tantalizingly close but it slipped through my fingers, and my dream self eventually just went "Ok I guess this is my home."
Post by: anewaname on January 26, 2022, 08:40:22 pm
I dreamt that I was part of a criminal investigation and we could only make progress in the case using psychic rituals, for which I needed to get totally stoned out on some manner of drug. The only ones we had available that would work were meth and cochise. I decided I didn't want to be awake for three days straight so I snorted some powdered meth. This accomplished nothing.This reads like a "A Scanner Darkly" character (Phillip K. Dick). :p
I then decided I needed to destroy all of these drugs, even though presumably they were from our own evidence locker. So I took them home and tossed them in the fire pit and burned the whole container.
Post by: King Zultan on January 27, 2022, 02:15:42 am
And I kept going around to people saying "This isn't my home. There's no way this is my home. This can't be my home."You may tell yourself, this is not my beautiful house....
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 28, 2022, 10:32:16 am
And you may ask yourself, how did I get here?And I kept going around to people saying "This isn't my home. There's no way this is my home. This can't be my home."You may tell yourself, this is not my beautiful house....
Post by: Rolan7 on February 16, 2022, 10:00:45 pm
Usually this is just recognizing the media or events from my waking life which inspired the dream. I've been reading a lot recently, particularly a text-web-serial about superheroes, and it's given me at least two dreams. I tend to avoid the genre so it's different, in a fun way.
The first words I wrote in the dream journal were "I think I was a lesbian, unusually". :laugh:
Inspirations: A pleasant if nostalgic solitary valentines, a story about a teenager with superpowers called Worm (https://parahumans.wordpress.com/) [TW:lots of body horror, themes of offscreen sexual violence, many spiders and other insects], and ever-present family and face stuff.
Result, looong dream short: We were high school supervillains who held hands but drifted apart. Meeting again (under gruesome circumstances I won't be sharing) we became bitter rivals because we reminded each other of high school. We both got burned, literally, scarring our faces. We declared a truce and also got engaged. A conservative cop cousin of mine gave us a ride to the wedding despite disapproving of our relationship... because of our villainy, and specifically not the expected reason.
This is probably a mess, but I'm glad I wrote it down because I'm mostly into males and I so rarely dream male or female. I sorta forgot how nice it was to date girls asexually.
PS: As the dream was finishing up, a creeping horror started to consume the building (?) as we drove off. Fortunately I had signaled a local ork tribe to attack, and the two threats canceled each other. I think the deep analysis of that is that it undercut my cop cousin and that was very funny to me.
Also forests were a big theme? And wind? Those were my powers instead of bugs, whereas my gal-pal wielded technology and fire. A natural combination <3
PPS: At one point a mad scientist was giving me a ride in his glider. My seat was facing backwards and he was dodging through a thick forest. It should have been terrifying but it was incredible. he was still a jerk
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 17, 2022, 06:34:26 am
The next day I had four dreams. In one I had wings and could fly, though I spent most of the dream not flying. The one time I did fly, I ascended beyond the walls of this building, only to find there was nothing beyond the building - just a sheer cliff going down to a coast below, with ocean stretching on forever. There was someone climbing up the cliff; they slipped and fell, but were fine because they had a rope harness anchoring them to the cliff. I flew down to help them with the aid of peoples above.
The second dream people were coming after me because of my wings. I told them I did not have any, and they believed me, until one of them figured it out. I flew away angrily.
The third dream was a panic inducing dinner with the family. Deeply unpleasant. Didn't have wings either.
The fourth dream was spent searching for my friends in an abandoned underground building, full of millions of dusty old books. The light level was very low though, and I had only a flame-guarded lantern to aid me.
It has been a hell of a long time since I've had sleep good enough to dream with. That I've had so many in just the last two days is pure happiness to me. I've lived with two smokers for the last year and their constant nightly phlegm clearing exercises have ensured I have never had more than 3 hours a sleep a night, every night. Last night I went to sleep at 10:00 and woke up at 8:00. Tonight I will try for sleeping at 9:00 and waking up at 9:00. I have found it, at last
*EDIT
22/02/2022
Dreamed I was crossing the silver bridge, but the river Thames was far, far higher. It was so high that periodically waves would sweep over the bridge itself, though the bridge was still high high enough that you'd only soak your feet. Few dared to brave the bridge but I had no other way across, so I kept going with a small handful of other peoples. There seemed to be an insane tidal variation where the river would go from being nearly high enough to topple the bridge to being low enough that you could walk on the river banks. There we encountered the next problem - the bridge no longer crossed to the end of the river embankments. It stopped just 25 metres short of the end, where it had collaped vertically.
There was still a ladder on the embankment side, so you could climb down, run across and climb up, but you'd have to do it before you got swept away by the unstable tide. The first to go was some tall lanky blond dude, who we all cheered as he made it across with celerity. He was fortunate too, in that the tide was twice low, meaning he had no danger to himself. By the time the tide went high, he had already cleared the ladder up.
The second person had an even easier time, because people on the other side of the embankment started laying weighted mats to help give us more footing on the mud and shale leading to the ladder. I was the third, climbing down in a hurry, making my way across the mud just as one of the high waves started crashing over the river banks. I was almost at the top with the wave at my back, when the first and second person managed to grab my hands and pull me the rest of the way. I then joined them in making it easier for the rest to cross
Post by: Magmacube_tr on February 25, 2022, 04:51:41 pm
I was at... somewhere at first, it was more like a place I had been some long time ago.
It was like a city, but only as an endless labyrinth of backways and one story houses without doors and windows, some painted in a nostalgic, somber pale pink, others were all rectangles of bare concrete.
I wandered around this place for some time. But then it instantly cut to me falling from a height. I wasn't afraid for some reason. It cut off again, and then I was on a concrete flat in pitch black.
As I was thinking "well, this is a bit eerie", distant wailings started to echo from the unseen horizon, and I instantly knew where they came from then and there. Large, disfigured, shadowy humanoid beings which moved on uneven limbs. Their outlines became clear as they approached. They emerged from the shadows with their wicked sneers and lunged at me. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. And yet, the creatures couldn't catch me. Something pulled me back everytime the creatures reached out, just out of their reach. At last, I was pulled inside a void, and I felt the cut pulling me somewhere else entirely.
It cut to me being in a dimly lit kitchen, on a counter. And Tubbo was there, in pjamas, looking very sleepy, using a kettle at the other side of the room. It was his kitchen, I recognised.
I was apparently rather small this time too, since I was able to be on a counter just fine, more like a living box thing or such. Or maybe I was just Magmacube. I am not sure.
He didn't talked to me, or seemed to acknowledge me at all at first. Which made me a bit sad. He was maybe too sleepy to notice, I though to myself.
But my inner brat awakened at this time also, filling me with macabre glee. Gone was my fear of the beasts, initial confusion and sadness at not being seen by the internet celebrity. I could scare the soul and spirit out of this unsuspecting young Englishman. Or at least meet him.
As he was pouring the hot water to make some drink, I made my move, descending from the counter and onto the laminate floor, quickly making my way towards him. I stopped right under his feet, then gently headbutted him on his ankle. Then I looked up and smiled.
He looked down, and stared right at me, wide-eyed and frozen in shock. I said hi. He let out a yelp, backing off. I smiled wider, and he backed away even more panicked. I came closer and opened my mouth to speak, but he screamed at me and suddenly kicked me away. I flew across the room and crashed into a window, returning into the void for another cut.
But it never came. At his point the dream was wearing off, and the last thing I had in mind before I woke up was, "I could've taken a signed paper from him. Man, I am dumb".
Post by: Loud Whispers on February 27, 2022, 11:22:56 am
Post by: Magmacube_tr on February 27, 2022, 04:08:41 pm
I dreamed I was hastily shaving my face with my straight razor but for some damn reason kept clumsily sweeping the blade parallel to the cutting edge and not perpendicular. The result of course was that I cut my face repeatedly, leaving many many shallow red marks that hurt like hell. The next thing I knew I was at my local pub, where someone asked me how I got all those scars - because I looked like I'd spent a lifetime bathing in shrapnel from a Glaswegian bar. I told them I was just really shit at shaving and they laughed, thinking I was joking. I woke up and was glad to find my face unnicked
Oh god. This sounds like one hell of a nightmare. I hate when I cut myself with the razor.
Post by: lemon10 on March 03, 2022, 06:28:48 pm
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Two days earlier I had a dream where I was playing/was in Elden Ring and I started feeling bad and was like "Oh shit, have I already become disillusioned with this game that I have been waiting for for so long? Have I reached the point where nothing can excite me for more then a few days?" And then I woke up and went "Oh good, its just my stomach in actual physical pain" and was actually relieved. I was less relieved to have stomach pain for the next hour while I lay awake in bed though.
Post by: Rolan7 on March 09, 2022, 10:04:29 am
Last night I was back in college helping my dad with house repairs again. This time someone had a "pet" bobcat chained in their yard (it was beautiful, scary, and sad). The owner was elderly and it turned out she'd passed away... bit of a hoarder too. Thankfully I was still in college, and very pretty actually, and some foreign exchange students from class stopped by to offer me "compliments" in a language my dad didn't understand. It was inappropriate but welcome, and made the tedious work more fun.
Edit: A couple nights ago I was dreaming of some co-op game where I was a bear, my friends were wolves, and we were hunting together. My vision was greyscale except for animal tracks in the ground which were color-coded. So the dream was not just visual, it very specifically had color in it. I think my dreams usually have color but it's neat to have it confirmed.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 22, 2022, 06:17:15 pm
Yesterday's dream was a peaceful walk through a desert searching for water. Nothing much really happened there, it was just really nice, albeit thirsty dream. I woke up and was thirsty irl
Post by: Rolan7 on March 23, 2022, 01:38:14 am
The "faceless" apparition tends to be rather singular for me. I interpret LW's dream as him being saved from a terrifying horde by their subconscious, personified as a winking avatar with a bat.
My own subconscious only personifies when I try to avoid sleeping for too long. The longer I stay awake, the more vividly I dream. There's a dread that builds, becoming a vicious cycle. I can't sleep because I'll have to confront it. I can drink myself unconscious, but it only delays the inevitable.
But why am I so afraid of it? I haven't been, lately. Yes okay, it has plagued me, but only with problems I've tried to ignore. Money. Relationships. Gender stuff. It... cares about me. It pulls me back from depression and MAKES me confront what's important. I used to be so terrified of it, as I've written here years ago, but it hasn't tormented me in weeks.
A few days ago I stayed up too late for no good reason, and I slept only 3 hours. I knew I was dreaming, and I quickly realized I was too sleepy to wake up. After taking care of my cousins for a bit, I was ballroom dancing with various faceless figures. I knew that if I panicked, things would go very badly.
I locked hands with several partners and everything was very okay.
I looked into the face of my subconscious, and it was like a negative space. But there was no scream this time, no static. Just... the feel of its hands in mine. We danced. I relaxed. I woke up, as if I'd had 8 hours of sleep.
Music: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=82547.msg8361545#msg8361545
Post by: Magmacube_tr on March 23, 2022, 11:34:38 am
The dream started with a menu, with dream text on it that is there, but not legible in any way. I tapped a button, with my mind power apparently, then the game just generated its stuff instantly. It was all weird too.
On the center of the place was a large bright object (I assume a galactic core), which was orbitted by a dozen or so stars of various sizes. most were unary, but two were binary stars. Orbital routes were of various colors and were very prominent. No planets, or galactic arms were around. It was like a very cartoony depiction of a galaxy.
I had the option to place down a planet instead, so I did such around a yellow dwarf I chose. Planets were cubical for some reason, and each were Earth-like, with continents and seas, though the ratio did vary. I got oceanic worlds to desert planets. There was even a moldy-looking swampy one that disgusted me for some reason. I remember thinking "Eww, must reek of brine."
But I got bored of this eventually. So I reset the game, with sheer will again. A new galaxy was generated and I began to look around. I was looking for a red dwarf but found something amusing this time. A trinary star system, with a pair of blue and white giant stars orbiting eachother, and red dwarf orbiting their shared gravitational center.
"Wouldn't it be funny if I created a planet around these?"
I placed one planet down, and watched it get torn into a glitchy mess when it crossed between the central binary and the red dwarf. The game crashed.
I woke up.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 24, 2022, 06:56:00 am
No no, I don't like those dreams- oh, they were an antagonistic horde? That's interesting.It was unpleasant, weird, terrifying - and I had that terrible sinking feeling of "whelp this is really happening."
The "faceless" apparition tends to be rather singular for me. I interpret LW's dream as him being saved from a terrifying horde by their subconscious, personified as a winking avatar with a bat.Lmao this had made my day, shitposting once more brings victory
My own subconscious only personifies when I try to avoid sleeping for too long. The longer I stay awake, the more vividly I dream. There's a dread that builds, becoming a vicious cycle. I can't sleep because I'll have to confront it. I can drink myself unconscious, but it only delays the inevitable.I tend to have the most vivid dreams when I've been sleeping well. When I've been sleeping really well the dreams can even reach such levels of detail that it's like I'm telling a story to myself. Last night I dreamed two colony ship AIs were going on a date with one another, but the date was going really badly because one of the ship AIs had a little religion it shared with the human colonists aboard it, whereas the other AI was irreligious. The human technician warned their ship's AI to not bring up religion during a date but they made a light hearted quip which the other AI didn't understand was meant as a joke, because the religious AI was an older ship AI that wasn't programmed to emulate human emotions and look after their mental health as a friend. Things get heated and the younger AI asks, 'you don't seriously believe all of that, do you?'
The older AI said:
'response needed; not.'
Also for some reason, going to sleep dehydrated has a tendency to either give me bad dreams or no dreams. I still prefer bad dreams to no dreams, so I always try stay hydrated now
-snip-That's awesome, like realising you are at peace with yourself
I woke up, as if I'd had 8 hours of sleep.
Music: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=82547.msg8361545#msg8361545
"Wouldn't it be funny if I created a planet around these?"Did it get wrecked by the gravity wells?
I placed one planet down, and watched it get torn into a glitchy mess when it crossed between the central binary and the red dwarf. The game crashed.
I woke up.
Post by: Magmacube_tr on March 24, 2022, 07:38:03 am
"Wouldn't it be funny if I created a planet around these?"Did it get wrecked by the gravity wells?
I placed one planet down, and watched it get torn into a glitchy mess when it crossed between the central binary and the red dwarf. The game crashed.
I woke up.
I assumed so, just after I recollected the dream. It passed through two Roche limits at once. Maybe the dream game wasn't equipped to deal with that.
Post by: Loud Whispers on March 24, 2022, 10:50:41 am
I assumed so, just after I recollected the dream. It passed through two Roche limits at once. Maybe the dream game wasn't equipped to deal with that.The dream matrix is torn asunder
Post by: Rolan7 on April 03, 2022, 08:16:59 am
I had an oddly simple and lovely dream where I was in the home I'm moving to. A lot of my family and friends were over for a party. When I woke up, I was extremely disoriented.
I've remembered a lot of vivid, hyper-realistic dreams recently, but this one was a nice exception.
I wasn't archive-diving (this time), that just Firefox's suggestion when I type "dream" (expecting to browse this thread, a better archive than my txt files). I suppose I usually click through and make my reply, but it was interesting to get a blast from the past.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on April 03, 2022, 09:21:49 am
Post by: Frumple on April 03, 2022, 12:41:00 pm
eulogies start or whatever with the launch in the background, but. Problem part way up. It came crashing back down. Landed near the funeral, came straight at it (relatively slowly) as people were like, okay, time to evac. started moving away, crashed whatever is managed to just barely be redirected away from the gathering... but in the process it hits the casket, and shoves it off into the distance. space launch vehicle crashes to the ground then absconds with the casket+dead person
organizing next of kin kinda' defeated sounding just say, "alright, pack it up, we're done here. I can't top this. just go on home"
Post by: JoshuaFH on April 16, 2022, 10:14:49 pm
I was very intensely afraid in my bed. I could still hear the crying and wailing in my ears; and there was a little bit of light flitting through my window shades, confusing me and made me think for a moment that something from my dream had followed me to the real world. Here, 33 yr old man I am, resorted to hiding under my covers and trying to get my senses straight since I couldn't discern what my eyes could or couldn't see in the darkness under my blanket. It took me a minute to calm down and go back to bed.
Post by: Egan_BW on April 28, 2022, 12:12:39 pm
The moral of this story is that if you're my housemate I will not save you from the mafia, sorry.
Post by: Magmacube_tr on April 29, 2022, 07:21:44 am
The dream context was that this was race, and all of us would have to go through massive course, completely blind. Also that there would be no winners, or losers. Which makes it not a race. But whatever.
We waited for a few seconds, and I began to fill with excitement, Then wall I was facing dissapeared, signalling the beginning of the race. Everyone cheered and started rolling and I willed myself to roll too. My vision stood still as I rolled foward though, which was strange and convinient.
There was a wide down slope just after the box, which many of the other marbles were already rolling down on. Ther were also few holes and alot of nails on the thing, making it a parkour. I slid down, dodging the holes, and hitting alot of the nails. Some others did fell down the holes, dunno what happened to them. Eventually I came down on one of those places in marble courses where they spin and fall down a hole at the center. It was absolutely enormous, and just slanted enough that all of us were fast.
It was chaos. Larger marbles knocked the smaller ones out of course, which caused chain reactions of people all falling down the hole. I too was a victim of this. A large wave of people fell on me and knocked me in the hole.
The path beneath the hole lead to a flat area with a ferris wheel. A second path also came here from underneath the one I slid down on and people also rolled from it. They were probably the ones that fell down the holes in the first slope.
Again, it was pure chaos. The larger marbles couldn't get in the wheels small holes, and had to use an alternate path further down to get to the end. But most large marbles were bitter that they couldn't use the ferris wheel. They would sabotage the small marbles trying to get in, knocking them away from the holes, as if the crowding wasn't enough.
So I decided to ditch the wheel altogether, and just used the path made for the larger marbles. From then on, it was calm. We rolled through a series of branching paths, and reached the final flatw with the end distantly visible, where alot of other have already finished the race. I sped up a bit and crossed the finish line.
Then I woke up
Post by: hector13 on April 29, 2022, 12:32:11 pm
Then Jose Mourinho was water boarding Louis van Gaal on a pre-season training camp for Manchester United.
Post by: pisskop on May 01, 2022, 04:45:45 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 01, 2022, 05:05:12 am
The next day I saw things from the corner of my eye - strange ghostly things, which I ignored because I needed to finish my work before it was too late. Some old classmates asked me if I wanted to join them for lunch, if I had seen some odd stuff lately, but I brushed off both questions to focus on my work.
The third day all hell broke loose as hungry ghosts emerged from every doorway and window, ultimately hunting down everyone one by one. I managed to evade them for long until I got stuck in a corridor with hungry ghosts on either end blocking the exits. Then, I was killed.
The first day started again, only this time instead of going home I stayed overnight at the school. One of the hungry ghosts came out and I charged into her, smashing her through the glass portal on a fire-safety door. There were however, other hungry ghosts on the other side. Once more I was killed, once more I awoke in day one, but I felt distinctly more capable of rescheduling the day of death with the hungry ghosts.
The next cycle I spent memorising what would happen where so I could figure out what I needed to do. I would repeat the cycles until I was capable of speedrun any% groundhog daying day3 with everyone surviving without a scratch. When I had finally figured out the optimal route I spent all of day 1 doing exercise, all of day 2 resting, and woke up for day 3 with grand purpose and intent. Many would drown in the pools, but I simply locked the doors with a sign saying pool's closed for safety reasons. My bodybuilding friend was dissuaded from hanging near lots of heavy dangerous gym equipment by spilling all of his protein powders, leaving him with a mess that would take a very long time to clean up. On the stairwell I caught my friend who was about to trip and fall over, then I immediately ran to the science halls where I pressed the emergency gas shutoff. This went on and on until I was in the corridor where I first was slain, and the hungry ghosts are understandably angry at my intentions. I explain to them I do not intend to cheat them, or play with their emotions, but only to reschedule. I then invite them to lunch with many flapjacks and sandwiches I had "salvaged" from elsewhere, and they gladly accept. I managed to complete day 3 nonviolently with everyone being ok, and I kissed all the ghosts goodbye after we ate our sandwiches
*EDIT
Tonight I dreamed I spent two nights watching movies. The first night with many of my family and their acquaintances whom I much dislike for their needlessly spiteful personalities, but fortunately I was too tired and they were too drunk to cause trouble. The next day I watched movies at the cinema theatre with my friends; they were doing a promotional for a horror movie where if you found the spooky secret you'd win a small ticket prize. After solving the puzzle, with a minor jumpscare, I won the ticket inside a safe next to a fire extinguisher. There was a locked cabinet besides it that had a phone with an annoying ringtone going off nonstop, but it was then that I realised that phone was my own phone alarm and I woke up because the blasted thing was dodoodling in real life
Post by: Magmacube_tr on May 07, 2022, 11:30:52 am
I was on vacation with a group of generic friends to Turkey...
...As the sound of sword fighting came closer he turned on us, selling us out...
Sorry, it wasn't personal. I have my own skin to save, you know? It was either you or me.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on May 08, 2022, 04:35:03 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 18, 2022, 05:11:03 am
*EDIT 19/05/2022
I dreamed I was sitting in an open walled temple, with the roof keeping the scorching sun off my back. There was a hot and humid breeze, with many trees all about me, though there were few blossoming flowers. The sounds of birdsongs and insects were plentiful, and I was sitting cross-legged meditating, completely buck naked. The stone was cool and I was able to medidate peacefully, interrupted only twice. The first time a column of fire ants approached, and I set up a small moat of water to divert their course. The second time a monkey showed up, and I observed it before it lost interest and left.
Then a history teacher started scolding Hitler and Chamberlain for getting into a fight. I was very annoyed that the history teacher was assigning equal blame, when it was clear Chamberlain wanted to be no part of this. Hitler started screaming for Fegerlein whilst the history teacher said history assigns equal blame. Annoyed by this spuriousness, I sought to go back to my temple, but found it was gone. Angry, I smashed the window open with my chair, however soon regretted losing my composure. I decided that I had not smashed the window. Yet I also figured that I could not un-smash a window, or else that would be disrespectful to the dream. I spoke to myself, and argued I could not disrespect the dreamer, because the dreamer was also me. So I smashed the window again and left.
Seeking to return to my temple, I instead found myself walking down a dark and ancient forest, which was much too cold for my naked body. A column of Italian WWII soldiers rode by on motorcycles, though they were all black-and-white, like from an old film. They waved hello at me and bid me come with them, but I worried if I did, they would realise I was not Italian and shoot me. So I continued onwards, feeling more vulnerable and concerned that there was something following me in the woods. Always looking around so I could not be ambushed, I successfully navigated down the path until I emerged into a clearing.
After this, I remember speaking to two other peoples. But where I was, who they were or what we talked of, I can no longer recall
Post by: Frumple on May 22, 2022, 07:08:44 am
and i be like
why dream brain
why
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 22, 2022, 09:47:17 am
Post by: Egan_BW on May 22, 2022, 09:41:24 pm
Post by: King Zultan on May 23, 2022, 02:24:32 am
Post by: Quarque on May 23, 2022, 02:55:12 am
why dream brain
why
It was a warning. Never let your boobs deflate.
Post by: Rolan7 on May 23, 2022, 05:18:40 am
I guess even AI juveniles have to act out a bit :P
Later, human:
I had trouble parking my dad's electric car because it kept shifting itself into reverse, and later we had to power-walk out of a mall because someone walked in on our mom withdrawing cannibinoids from a safety deposit box. She escaped suspicion easily but my brother and I looked "the type" so we had to walk like we stole something (AKA in an unsuspicious way, blending with crowds). We made really good time, consistently passing by security guards right before they got the radio call. It was exciting, and all very silly since that substance is decriminalized in her state.
Post by: Frumple on May 25, 2022, 09:49:39 am
...
anyway, there's still enough time to add stuff to this afternoon's grocery pickup, so I guess I'm going to find out which one it is
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 25, 2022, 04:00:20 pm
*EDIT
26/06/2022
I dreamed I was diving, going far deeper than I had ever gone before. I went below an arch, expecting only to go 40m deep, but by the end of the arch I realised there was no more sunlight anymore. Besides the light of my torch or the light of phytoplankton, there was no other way to see, and I could no longer tell which way was up or which was down, or how to find my way back. As I was alone, I realised I was likely already dead, as I was far too deep in the water to surface safely anymore, and there was also a possibility that I had not dived too deep - but had actually dived into a cave system by mistake, in which case I would run out of air before I found the exit. Staying calm, I figured I would improve my odds of survival by swimming until I found a surface to navigate from. To my dismay, I found a mudbed and a trench wall. I knew I was deep, but this was obscenely abyssal. I did not know how I had not already passed out, but guessed I might have less than a minute before I lost consciousness.
But I was jolted from my thoughts by a mermaid. They could only be described as a mermaid, because they were both fish and manlike, though they were not pleasing to look at. They were bioluminescent, yet had the face of a terrifying aquatic predator, not too dissimilar from an anglerfish. The only difference between them and an anglerfish was that their eyes were wholly reflective, so when I shone my torch at them, it was like looking at silver mirrors. I pulled out my knife, which wouldn't have protected me all that much, but simply having it was enough to convince the mermaids to wait for unconsciousness rather than risk a cheeky slice or prick. I kept going, glad to still be conscious, but became distinctly aware that I was hallucinating things. A camp fire drew me towards it, and I swam towards it eagerly, stopping just short as I realised the insanity of fire underwater. I had almost swum into a volcanic vent, and the mermaids sang in what I couldn't tell was mockery or warning. I even began to wonder if the mermaids were trying to help me, and I had been fending away my saviours, but I worried too that this was a trick as well. Pressured by time, I released my weight belt and prayed I would not hit some cavernous ceiling, and would instead be borne to the surface. I was not looking forward to the ascent, as I knew I would probably suffer a painful death, but I hoped to escape this horrifying band of circling anglermaids.
When I released the emergency clasp on my weight belt, I plummeted down, deeper into the trench. Then I realised I had it wrong - my weight belt had fallen up, which meant that actually I was upside down. I wasn't falling, I was rising. Yet even with my limited visibility and disorientation I knew I could not have entered from the bottom of the trench. I would not have survived such an endeavour, even if it were possible outside of a submersible craft. Yet I was ascending, and much faster than the anglermaids could follow. I almost passed out but managed to stay awake in the shower of tickling bubbles. I emerged inside a semi-flooded temple and hurriedly clambered onto land before the anglermaids could nip at my feet. There was a mostly-intact roof above my head, though most of the temple's walls had collapsed, the signs of coastal erosion evident. The roof was held aloft by corinthian style pillars, so I thought it might not be too old a temple. Yet the figures on the reliefs had no symbol or character I recognised. There were many gods depicted, but they seemed more Egyptian or Babylonian than Greek or Roman, with lion-like bodies and human heads, or other animalistic chimerae. I guessed this place was either moderately ancient temple which had aged well, or else it was less than a hundred years old and had just aged badly.
I left the temple, seeing that I was on a very small island surrounded by the ocean. I removed my breathing apparatus, before quickly putting it back on in a panic. For a moment I thought that perhaps I was still hallucinating, and that I was still underwater. But carefully - I tested the proverbial waters, and realised I was actually back above the blue line. There was another land mass, much larger than the island I was on farther ahead. Yet the only way to reach it was by walking on a narrow sand bar connecting the two. The waves lapped over it, and I correctly presumed that the high tide would fully submerge it. Instead of crossing it quickly, I brought with me two large sheets of driftwood to walk across the sand safely, worried that I might get caught in quicksand and become easy pickings for the fish-people. Half-way through the crossing the sand bar was consumed by the high tide, and I paddled across on my wooden boards, my flippered feet kicking away the biting anglermaids as they tried their best to capsize me.
Making it to the other landmass in one piece, I removed my flippers and strung them about my neck. Though my tank was heavy, I kept it with me, as a good luck charm more than anything else. I could hear the sound of music and revelry, and I prayed this meant human civilisation, but nothing felt right about this. Keeping my knife with me, I pressed forwards, surprised to see a strange mixture of people wearing all kinds of fashions dancing around a fire that was being bellowed by a sawn-off plane engine, still attached to the wing it was cannibalised from.
I thought to leave, but the purple sky was turning to black, and no one seemed offended by my presence or my scuba gear, as there were alreaday people dressed in suits, in bikinis, in banana leaf, clown costumes or silks, and a whole host of clothes out of place and out of time. No one even minded that I bore a knife, and feeling no hostility, I put it away. I sat by the fire, but felt that something was eerie about all of this, and decided to leave. But for some reason I could not leave, and ended up staying for many years. I could only leave when a New Zealander and an Austrian arrived, and I hurriedly warned them to leave before they got too comfortable. I left, only now I no longer had my scuba gear. The two new arrivals had come here by boat, and I wanted to get to their boat to leave. They told me they had been sailing on the Eastern coast of America when they had gotten lost, and I criticised them heavily for relying completely on satnav. On the way through the jungle we were attacked by a gigantic centipede, and I saw my life flash before my eyes as I managed to pierce its head with my knife before it could bite me with its venomous jaws. After smashing its head with a big rock, all of its segments turned into crabs that scuttled away. The dream ended as I studied their log book to try and find out how they reached this place from the Western Atlantic, when I had gotten lost in the Indian Ocean.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on May 26, 2022, 01:44:44 pm
Its like a self-reinforcing loop now.
Sometimes it goes into excitement but it always ends up with me waking up at 2:00 AM.
Happens every second to third day. If I had a smart watch it would show my heart rate skyrocketing to 120.
I did the counting with a normal clock so I know its a 120 bpm.
I can be very well functioning, zero anxiety person trough the day and mostly worry-proof.
But at night I ruminate and think in a ways I couldn't possibly do during day time.
Its like my brain works at a different gear at that time. Processing everything that has happened and giving me a much higher resolution image of it.
New angles and more introspection that I would be able to do during my normal waking time.
Whatever.
Post by: nenjin on May 26, 2022, 01:57:56 pm
Not sure if I qualify that as a nightmare but I was happy to wake up from it.
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 26, 2022, 02:54:38 pm
Dreamt last night that I quit my job and was preparing to go work for the CIA.Get your classified dossier, handcuffs and suit and tie (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-CG5w4YwOI)
Not sure if I qualify that as a nightmare but I was happy to wake up from it.
Post by: lemon10 on May 29, 2022, 01:58:11 pm
I spent the whole last night dreaming about building cubes close together, sometimes very large numbers of cubes in squares, but also cubes in lines or individually.
Since I had a big headache/was extremely hot pretty much the entire time this was actually quite a bad dream, and even after I kept waking up to drink water or whatever the Cubes kept returning.
I knew there was some important context behind the Cubes and building them properly, but I never actually knew what it was.
Post by: Rolan7 on May 29, 2022, 02:28:19 pm
I guess my body is burning out the bad stuff via fever, but it takes a mental toll.
Anyway I dreamed I was in a superpower-setting and I got the ability to heal people by absorbing their wounds into myself as a mild full-spectrum malaise. Useful, and I'm tough, but obviously that's a bit rough. What's more, teams were sending me offers as if they were doing me a favor. Not rude but like... healing was a rare ability, I felt underappreciated. Particularly with the cost.
My form was also too feminine, to be honest.
Followed up with me "waking up" back at my dad's house and things being awkward and surreal because yeah, I've been a bit sick. Especially confusing when I woke up for real at my mom's house.
Post by: Rolan7 on June 05, 2022, 07:57:37 am
When I woke up I was in a cult in a convenience store in some small town and I couldn't find my pants. I wasn't really onboard but I knew it was a dream so I played along. We got led to a bare mountainside where we were supposed to start farming and stuff. Government planes flew overhead and bombed us a little before releasing paratroopers. The troopers were zombie soldiers, like wights. I think I managed to escape by ignoring a few bullet wounds with dream-control.
I was playing some immersive tactics JRPG, but then I was playing as the bad guys. Some sort of anime doomsday cult again (huh, theme?). The game started feeling too meta and real, and I got the fever-feeling that I needed to "win" in order to sleep peacefully. Edit: I woke up for real here but it was like 5AM so I drank some water and went back to sleep.
I was playing a much nicer JRPG alongside my brother and his discord friends who were playing other games. We were chatting about the characters, which were cool and which were annoying, and having a great time. One of his friends noticed that Kill James Bond had a scheduled update, which was important because (in my dream) my brother and his crew ran a live-reaction podcast for each KJB update.
That seemed kinda weird and I woke up, feeling much recharged. I've been staying up too late lately chatting with west-coast friends.
Post by: Magmacube_tr on June 06, 2022, 08:54:41 am
And in a once-in-a-blue-moon occasion, I was myself in this dream.
I jumped to take flight from on top of a very long set of stairs near my home. Then started to fly around the city, until it suddenly got dark. I looked up to see a concrete ceiling up ahead, all over the whole city. So I did what a reasonable person would do, and tried touching it. But as soon as I took one hand off the object, I lost balance and swerved to the right, and hit the ground in an enclosed space between buildings, bordered by wooden walls. I took flight again but did it wrong, somehow. I hit a wooden wall, breaking through it and onto a busy street filled with very fast cars. One car tried to stop to not crush me, but then the others behind just drove onto it, forming a pile of damaged cars that grew by the second. I tried flying again, but in the ensuing chaos and the sounds of glass shattering, I lifted way too hard and hit the concrete ceiling which made me almost pass out. I felt my body plummeting back onto the ground afterwards.
I woke up after that.
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 07, 2022, 01:26:09 am
Post by: nenjin on June 07, 2022, 02:00:34 pm
I'm sitting in my car in the neighborhood I grew up in, just a few houses down from my mom's house.
I'm camped out by my neighbor's mailbox, with the intent to steal their mail. I don't know why. It's all very cloak and dagger though. I'm watching the windows on their house with drawn blinds, looking for my moment to make my move. I see people behind the blinds peeking out, and then some teenagers exit the house and walk by my car and I decide now's not the right time.
I drive toward another house in my neighborhood, just up the street from my mom's house. As I drive by my mom's house I notice two police cruisers in her driveway. Without going into the specifics of why, I pass by this oddity and continue on.
I end up at a house where there are many people sitting in the living room watching TV. It has a vaguely commune feel to it (despite being in your average middle class American suburb.) The focal point of this gathering is a woman, a nerdy looking brown-haired woman with glasses. It's obvious she's the queen bee of this little group. Without particularly knowing why, I start getting "cult" vibes off this place and these people. The woman interacts with me and it's clear she uh, wants me to hang out. (I recall her licking the side of my face in my dream, the kind of shit weirdo serial killers do.)
Unnerved even more, I look to one of the couches and see a man sitting there who is sprouting mushrooms. Like, literally turning into a mushroom man. Unease becomes alarm and I realize I need to get the fuck out of there.
I fumble around gathering my belongings trying to look casual, like I'm not just about to straight up flee the scene. I leave without issue, and in the lawn and the surrounding houses I notice other people, armed with AR-15s stalking around the property looking very serious. In my dream brain I know they're clued into what's going on as well and are planning to put a stop to whatever it is. At this point I consider driving back to my mom's house and alerting the cops there that, not only is there a weird mushroom cult just up the street, but there's potential violence about to erupt as well. Then I wake up.
And a few hours later, in real life, this gets posted in Bay12.
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S266729602030015X#
What are the fucking odds. My whole day has been fucked up because of this.
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 07, 2022, 04:51:39 pm
Post by: nenjin on June 08, 2022, 09:44:21 am
Post by: Rolan7 on June 11, 2022, 03:47:15 am
We weren't out of the woods, though. We were out of immediate danger but adrift in alien space. We needed to jury-rig some repairs, to comms or power I guess. We needed to accomplish this despite the obvious Company loyalists (xenophobes), an amusingly villainous "secret" traitor with a mustache, and potentially less-obvious traitors on the team. Fortunately we had the Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who) to help us. The "secret" traitor wanted us to betray the Doctor to improve our chances of survival, but his plan was obviously ridiculous and he kept giggling mid-scheme.
Inspired by playing Starcraft 2 and Cyberpunk 2077 lately. I wish I remember what we specifically said about rebelling from the megacorp, it was very rude and inspirational.
Post by: Bumber on June 14, 2022, 04:28:51 am
Post by: King Zultan on June 15, 2022, 03:32:06 am
Apparently vampires and weremoose can be cured by a normal person biting them.The thing people have been trying to cure for centuries was right in front of us the whole time, what glorious times we live in!
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 27, 2022, 06:59:05 am
I do not know how to play the piano. An actual pianist was doing their best to teach me and I kept asking why they couldn't just play the piano instead of me, but they said their hands had just turned into marble and everyone was counting on me. There was even an entire orchestra of strings that were going to take time off of the piano so a single wrong note could throw off everyone. In the end I played an approximation of the song whilst the pianist handled the left hand chords, and almost every single key was the wrong note - but the audience didn't notice, and didn't seem to care, because the melody was close enough. That is until I reached the mid song and reached the parts I had not practiced, and when the entire orchestra looked at me expectantly, I passed out. This was because I had been cut on my arm, and only just noticed the grave blood loss. When I awoke the entire funeral was empty and I was warm and my clothes stuck to me, in the way that only dried blood soaked clothes can be. I found the knife and pressed my finger to its edge, cutting myself immediately. I thought this was a very high quality knife and decided to keep it. I tried to finish the song in the empty hall and still could not, but I gave it a good try nonetheless
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 12, 2022, 05:06:52 pm
Dreamed I was some mannish-looking lady traversing through Gehenna, except this Gehenna held very little in common with the New Testament's Gehenna. This one looked like Dante's Hell, but was populated by characters of a considerably more dharmic bent. There was no visible sky or stars, no sun or moon, and the only thing which convinced me that I was not underground was that there was an ever-present level of low light everywhere you looked. It was enough light that you could see colour, but the land was such a featureless expanse of black dirt, iron rich stones and ash. Only every now and then would I see the occasional brush of orange rock or red earth, or a place where the snow was falling black. I carried a quarterstaff which was an adequate defence against most of hell's denizens. Tall demons and hungry ghosts walked about carrying wicked spiked clubs, but they were too busy to pay me much heed. Spirits occasionalyl crossed paths with me, but were too caught in their own journeys or sorrows to notice me either. I was searching for someone - that I knew. I enocuntered something which looked like a tall woman swathed in blue cloth, but on closer inspection the mirage vanished as the pattern of the blue cloth woman was revealed to be the deceptive markings of a gigantic arachnid demon, who was coloured in bands of red, gold, black and blue. It hurt my eyes to look at it, but I dared not look away, as the creature was vast and I was likely to be vastly outmatched in speed or power, and so my only hope was to convince it I was more dangerous than I actually was. I was then somewhat disarmed when the spider-demon greeted me cordially, and checked a list with some incredulity, telling me that I should not be here as I was not dead yet. I said I was looking for someone, and would leave once I had found them. It scratched its chelicerae pondering, and asked if it could kill me so as to rectify the error. I said I could not allow it to kill me, as I still had work to attend to. I made to leave, but it continued to move and block my path, intent on obstructing me until I consented to death. A menacing wave of my staff however, and it bowed and let me pass. What a strange spider, I thought. The rest of the dream was spent beating back far too many cruel ghouls, who sought to eat my body and soul. I remember thinking it was very strange that I had managed to fight so many hundreds for so long a time and not feel any exhaustion, as I knew in any other circumstance my chances of winning against even just one would be poor.
05/07/2022
I dreamed I was part of an expedition in the antarctic, on our way to explore a cave said to lead to a subterranean earth rumoured to be a hollow earth. None of us were keen to die for so fruitless a cause, however we were all in a very difficult position. Our leader had been killed and replaced by the most violent in our group, and there was a mutual deadlock because he and two of his goons were capable of using violence to enforce their will upon others who could then be used against yet others. I was one such person being forced to keep order on the rest, and neither I nor the others could act alone, lest we be killed by one of our own team members. So together we worked on a conspiracy to launch a sudden coup, which would have metaphorically decapitated the goons by taking out their leader before they could act. With their leader dead, the goons would have no cause to continue violence, or continue the expedition - their loyalties did not run that deep.
The conspiracy however never did reach fruition, because we discovered that there really was an entrance to the hollow earth, where there was a tropical climate with dinosaurs and strange civilisations below. The only trouble was getting past the violently territorial penguins who sheltered atop thin ice - to disturb the penguins, or to disturb the ice was courting certain death. We had to proceed one by one, distracting the penguins with flashing light bouncy balls in order to make it past.
08/07/2022
Dreamed I was working in a place of death and mourning, with my job just being to maintain the shrines and burial sites. People tended to not last the night shift for some reason, the manager explained. I needed the money, so I wasn't too bothered. Whilst sweeping the leaves at night, a small palid child crept up on me, disturbing my cleanly swept pile of leaves. The noise alerted me and I turned around to see them standing behind me with a kitchen knife, smaller than my forearm. I gave them a cornetto icecream and they appreciated it, so I gave them another one. They put away the knife to hold two ice creams and were content to let me keep sweeping the leaves back together again. Going underground to vacuum the crypt, I was obstructed by a particularly tall ghost lady with fingers long and sharp like knives, whose skin was aflame with searing fire and screamed inarticulate murder at me. I felt this hostility was unwarranted and the fire was unsafe so I activated the sprinklers, which dampened the flames and swept away the crypt dust. Seeing the water pool in the crypt I decided to make the best of a mess and asked if she would help me bring the water upstairs to help water the plants. I showed her I intended to carry the water by hand, cupping my hands together to hold the water. She copied me and helped carry the water to the flowers instead of using her finger knives to fillet me, which was much appreciated.
I then dreamed I was at an old book store, or library, wasn't entirely sure what it was. But I was there to check out what they had, see if they had any rare tomes. The head of the book place was no doubt one of the muses, or one of the fates, because she seemed barely human and gifted with the powers or prophecy. She carried one eye in her hand which she saw with, and occasionally placed in one of her empty eye sockets, and laughed with glee at how I was welcome to pick any book - for the right book would find me, and tell me what horrible fate awaited me. I asked about the whole horrible fate thing, and she explained how the books always told the reader of the future, but the futures they foretold were always horrible demises. Being a brave and curious sort, I was much more intrigued than I was deterred by such a warning, and started perusing a book called Visions. On the front cover was a picture of a constellation of stars, with the stars connected by lines to form the image of a man whose mind has spread beyond the cosmos. Reading the pages however was just chapter after chapter of me with homoerotic undertones and suggestive content. I ask the book seller "yo you said this would be a horrible fate but this is just really gay" and she came over and read it with some surprise. "So it is," she said.
I then dreamed I was a newly promoted executive, on my first day of working with my peers in the C-suite. I had gotten in the way of some guy who was laying out a fruit platter and apologised to him before he apologised to me, then got into a massive argument with this soulless harpy about how executives shouldn't say sorry or thank you to people who are just doing their job. I was furious but mindful that I was clearly outnumbered and too underranked to make a point of it, so I began to plot how to remove all of them so I could seize leadership and make etiquette acceptable again
Post by: King Zultan on July 13, 2022, 04:42:48 am
Post by: Schmaven on July 13, 2022, 03:44:14 pm
Apparently if you get pulled over by the police in France they can punch the windows out of your car if you don't show them your mirage certificate.
That's 1 way to check if your car windows are indeed a mirage or not. Any non-mirage windows must be properly registered and issued their certificates of physicality. Strange rule, but the dream French can do as they please
Post by: King Zultan on July 14, 2022, 04:07:54 am
Post by: Folly on July 16, 2022, 12:53:39 pm
We formed a group, determined to survive as long as possible. Scavenging parties went out each day. Sometimes they returned with food and firewood. Sometimes they returned with nothing. Sometimes they did not return at all.
One day we came face to face with one of the harbingers of our icy doom; a titanic beast covered in scales, plodding through the snow on four legs, spewing an endless stream of frozen death from it's great maw. It's gaze gave notice to our little group, ever so briefly, before moving on. The beast cared nothing for such tiny mortals, and we knew that none of our feeble efforts could even hope to make such a creature flinch.
None of our scavenging parties returned that day.
When there were only four of us left, I worked up the courage to tell her how I felt. She said she felt the same. Finally, there was a little bit of pure joy in this wretched nightmare of a world. We both knew what was coming, but we would face it together, until the bitter end.
Now it was just the two of us, huddled around the last fire, watching what remained of our most precious possessions slowly turn to ash. Her hand fell from mine; I let it go, knowing that she had been gone for some time. The light from those final embers faded and the cold began to creep in. I realized that I had always known this moment was coming. I had been a fool to think that I could fight it. More foolish still to believe that I would not be alone when it came.
Still, I think that I accomplished all that I needed to in this life. There are so many memories, right there...but it's cold now, and I-
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 16, 2022, 02:53:11 pm
Post by: Schmaven on July 16, 2022, 04:53:33 pm
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Post by: Loud Whispers on July 24, 2022, 05:00:21 pm
26/07/2022
Dreamed I was fighting many demons with a glowing sword in hand, until my head was chopped off from a strike behind. My decapitated body swung around and felled this foe, and promptly picked up my head, which was only slightly concussed from the impact onto the floor, as I wore a helmet. I stapled my head onto my neck and held it in place for many days until it had healed, at which point I applied creams to reduce the chance of infection or terrible scarring. I then invested in a helmet which had a neck guard
Post by: Rolan7 on July 28, 2022, 08:05:07 am
My brother and I "borrowed" a couple of horses to fight animal abuse
I fell back asleep to return the horses because I thought it was real and I was worried about them
While returning the horses I was Raiden from Metal Gear Rising 3 (there is no 2 or 3).
We stayed too long and dawn arrived. After some awkward social stuff involving an early-morning bike ride, I was trying to get my brother out of the barn but was confronted by a nearly-bald pugilist. I refused to fight, barely breaking out of painful joint locks, until he realized I truly didn't recognize him. He was my former pupil, a cybernetically enhanced warrior-poet with a bitter grudge. He scornfully let me go while he gathered his team of quirky cyborgs.
So there I was, escaping the farm on the back of the barn which had transformed into a mecha, being strafed by flying cyborgs with very bad aim, trying to operate my phone-function without an XBOX controller. My ring finger seemed to be the key but I kept scrolling past a call my brother was having with our dad. The jist of it was "shit's fucked we're all gonna die" "yep Rolan really fucked this one up" "yeah let's see if they fix it again" (bro is cool about pronouns).
Which was nice of them and all, but I'd wasted so much time trying to figure out my systems that I was pretty sure I'd need to load a checkpoint. Behind the barrage of plasma explosions I saw an expanding dome of blinding white.
Post by: hedgerow on July 28, 2022, 08:09:07 am
Back when I was still a wimpier wimp, I used to be a daydreamer. It took me four hours to wash one set of dishes.
Reason was, I was born and raised during the early 2000s. So I was basically imagining my life all day.
So all, day, long.
4 hours to wash dishes. I might've racked up 2000 hours in childhood just fantasizing.
Then, at the age of about 13 or 14, it got much less dramatic, much less hopeful, mush less lusful.
And then at the age of 18, it disappeared entirely. I never could do it again without thinking about it hard, mindscape abolished.
And then at the age of 21... efficiency. Couldn't sleep but four hours every other night if I were brave, but only for a month, but it's efficiency.
And then, for some reason, I lost money. I was 25 at the time.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 31, 2022, 04:53:12 pm
Post by: dragdeler on August 02, 2022, 10:33:00 am
Post by: King Zultan on August 31, 2022, 04:04:59 am
Long story short I let some random ass kid and his dogs I didn't know get eaten by a semi truck.
Post by: McTraveller on August 31, 2022, 03:21:41 pm
It's now my new favorite dream. Previous favorite was Godzilla rampaging through Pittsburg while wearing a President Obama halloween mask.
Post by: EuchreJack on August 31, 2022, 03:56:32 pm
I dreamt last night that I was being coronated the Emperor of Space Japan. During the proceedings I couldn't find my suit, fought off an assassination attempt, and then immediately afterward I had to broker an economic deal with Thebes as well as remind Space France that giving them economic assistance was indebting them to me. I had to chastise the Thebes representative for wanting to use all the money to just buy his population food for a week, instead of investing it in infrastructure projects.
It's now my new favorite dream. Previous favorite was Godzilla rampaging through Pittsburg while wearing a President Obama halloween mask.
Sounds historically accurate...
Post by: King Zultan on September 01, 2022, 02:46:13 am
Post by: Magmacube_tr on September 01, 2022, 10:13:21 am
I am still deeply uncomfortable, and will be for the test of my life.
Post by: Magmacube_tr on September 01, 2022, 10:29:45 am
I got assaulted in my dream. It felt sexual for some odd reason, but all the other person did was force feeding me pebbles.Yeah, you totally dreamed that, you didn't astrally project yourself into the consciousness of my latest victim. Haha, do not try to recall any details about your totally imagined dream. :)
I am still deeply uncomfortable, and will be for the test of my life.
Oh yeah. Tooootally...
I know where you live now.
Post by: Rolan7 on September 06, 2022, 09:58:58 am
Edit: But there was also a flood. Did more of the ship deorbit? Yeah, it crashed into the ocean near us, and there was a wall of water. It felt like a wave, though, not awful like it should have been.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 08, 2022, 04:08:21 pm
I got assaulted in my dream. It felt sexual for some odd reason, but all the other person did was force feeding me pebbles.Were you stoned at the time?
I am still deeply uncomfortable, and will be for the test of my life.
Post by: Eric Blank on September 22, 2022, 04:21:40 pm
So when the tracks came off it kept rolling and then turned to the right on its own and I had to release the forward gas pedal, but I was struggling because I had almost been thrown off the side. When it finally came to a stop my brother and I tried to reassemble the track on the left side but got into an argument where he tries to get violent so I went to help my father instead, and we got the right tracks gears and locking pins reassembled, and just had to reverse it back over the track and reconnect it. We discovered one of the teeth holding the track together had rusted and snapped, so repairing it was impossible. The other track was a wash because the wheels had rolled over and destroyed some of the gears.
So we towed it over next to my house and parked it against the side. I don't recall what else happened.
None of the aspects of the function of this tank were as they are on any real tank I'm aware of. It was all weird and dream-logicy
Post by: Magmacube_tr on September 23, 2022, 04:08:33 pm
I got assaulted in my dream. It felt sexual for some odd reason, but all the other person did was force feeding me pebbles.Were you stoned at the time?
I am still deeply uncomfortable, and will be for the test of my life.
Hahaha, so funny.
Post by: Magmacube_tr on September 23, 2022, 05:16:11 pm
I remember being on a barren mountaintop paint red in a brilliant sunset. The mountain looked unnatural in a way I can't quite describe here or put into words. Maybe it was too round? Too bumpy? I don't know. There was no wind. No sound. I moved around, but no footsteps either. No such place exists to my knowledge, but I knew I was far, far, far away from home. It felt like another universe. The sky was completely cloudless was colored in an unnatural, dark pale blue that looked dully shiny, something like car paint.
I was in the middle on an empty road that stretched into infinity in both directions. Now I think I can describe the mountain. It was absolutely flat. The mountain was not a mountain, yet it had an observable, ascending elevation, so it was a mountain. Not like a slope, but, like, maybe a... anyways I just understood this while writing about it.
The setting sun was obscured by a small building. Light eminated from the shadowy building, creating mirages in my vision. It looked surreal.
I never ended up entering the building. It looked... uncanny. Unnatural. Utterly terrifying. Not as if there was a trap for me in there. I had the iniate knowledge that I was the only living thing in, well, some large diatance. It was more like something about the building itself. It was that the bulding defied... something. Euclidian space? Optics? Some other thing of nature? It was just a building, but my instincts screamed at me whenever I looked at it.
So I looked away. And into the road. Which stretched into eternity until it dissappeared from view. It did so in both directions. I knew from the dream context that following them would lead to nowhere.
So I was stuck. So I looked back and there was a stone wall of sorts, and on the wall were countless signs and posters which said things, none of which I could read because it was a dream. But I knew what they were for. I knew they were for anyone that found this place, that they said this universe was a, random, dead one among many others like it, with no meaning to its existence, and they said some very profound things about, somethings I can't tell. I don't understand those things, like as if the concepts and the language of them are just beyond my level of consciousness. But I know they exist and they are meaningful. I felt a great joy, peace and satisfaction from reading those. I had the answers. I think.
I looked at the building again. It still looked terrifying. But now that I knew what I knew, I could take it all and, and the scenery combined with the rays of the obscured sun and the weird blue of the sky made it strangely poetic.
But then it all abruptly ended. I woke up.
I don't know what that was. But it felt right.
I was content.
Post by: Rolan7 on September 27, 2022, 08:18:33 am
I wasn't in a huge hurry, mostly just having fun. Technically I had some sort of quest, inspired by reading Worm (chapter 26). There were these two people with end-of-the-world powers, and I had to find and... absorb, one of them? One of them was "awakened" and evil and hunting me, but probably too dangerous to confront. The other was innocent but too dangerous to allow to awake. One of those dark & gritty moral choice things that Wildbow loves to write.
Wildbow also likes twists. I eventually found the target, but he was already on the run (from the evil guy?). He pulled a gun and shouted "look out", and fired past me. I turned to look at the mook he just saved me from. There was nobody. There was a loud bang just behind my head and I woke up. well played, kid.
That was mildly unsettling but mostly I just appreciated the irony, and I fell back asleep. I got a vignette of my investigation where I assaulted a frat house for information. Using kung-fu (inspired by Kung-Fu Hustle and Heat Signature). It was very slapstick, and involved using small random plastic objects as batarangs to knock people out of the fight. I basically walked into a room full of very high college students and bapped them all to establish dominance.
unfortunately someone had called the police, and the windows were reinforced for some reason, so I forced myself awake rather than deal with that suddenly-serious situation.
Post by: Eric Blank on October 27, 2022, 01:34:53 am
Post by: TD1 on October 27, 2022, 02:37:39 am
My alarm went off mid-shave.
Post by: Loud Whispers on October 27, 2022, 05:36:16 am
Post by: Eric Blank on October 28, 2022, 01:54:07 pm
Post by: Imic on November 01, 2022, 04:06:28 am
The monster in question... was a giant maw in the ground. But instead of a stomach, you could look down into the pit and see hundreds of... limbs, each ending in a mouth. If you feel in, you would be eaten by one of the mouths, and you would fall into a vast throat, with the walls completely saturated on more long, tentacle like limbs, each ending in a hungry mouth. And when you got swallowed by one of those, you would enter yet another vast throat, surrounded by yet more mouths... I don't know when it was supposed to end, if it ended at all. I was the only thing to ever survive being eaten by it, since I had discovered it by turning into a rolling ball monster thing, exploring around the place, falling in, and getting spat out again, at which point the tourist trap was founded, and several visitors fell in by accident.
In the end, there was an earthquake, and the tourist trap, along with a load of people in the surrounding area, was swallowed up by the earth and the mouth, and it buried itself deeper underground in order to be left alone. The people who had built the tourist trap were arrested and imprisoned for life, and I had a really heartfelt moment with my Dad.
Post by: Travis Bickle on November 02, 2022, 04:38:15 am
I haven't had a strange or disturbing dream like this in quite a while, and strangely enough I didn't remember it until about an hour after waking up. Perhaps I just had too much Halloween candy.
Post by: TD1 on November 02, 2022, 01:48:38 pm
Sounds like it was a close shaveThat's the bald truth.
Post by: Rolan7 on November 13, 2022, 08:19:22 am
The traders breached realspace and entered a wormhole, and that's where the chase really began. It was a bit like Elite Dangerous interdiction - they were trying to guide/navigate the wormhole and shake their pursuer. The pursuer was also able to alter the course though, and potentially outclassed them. At one point he guided their path to intersect an orthogonal wormhole, a precision maneuver that resulted in a gravitational shock and ruined their progress.
As an outside observer it was like a horror movie, more interesting than truly scary. Also I'm losing my memory of it, but the wormholes were more about Nine Princes In Amber style dimensional travel than simple space travel. The traders and the pursuer were adjusting their "course" by describing their destination, like a competitive creative writing exercise (there are many tabletop god-games like that).
I also had another dream where I was back in school, this time a particular school with particular friends. We were all trans this time though, and
Post by: Sebastian2203 on November 14, 2022, 07:32:30 pm
I was able to be cloned. So if I died I would be instantly revived.
I had my Glock 17 at my side.
So I decided to try out how well the cloning system works.
I’ve put the gun against my temple and I started to think very shortly about what happens if the cloning fails and I just die?
What happens after death? Would I feel pain? Somehow I just pulled the trigger and it felt very odd.
It felt like a tickle that turned into a very spine chilling free fall that lasted only a millisecond. And I was instantly in my new body.
But somehow the free fall into darkness even with its short time felt like I fell an incredible distance into a bottomless pit.
Whole experience felt very vivid. And it bummed me out when I later woke up IRL.
I am not a religious person and I don’t believe in after life. But something something , imagine I just say something wise here. Because I don’t know.
I watched the movie Seventh Seal after this and I was bummed out even more.
Post by: pisskop on November 19, 2022, 05:57:03 am
A third one came in at some point in between the two. A real perky bimbo in a striptease outfit. She also shared my bed, but after she hid under the bed while the businesslike woman came back. The business woman complained of smelling strong perfume several times, and sprang from the bed when a phone vibrated underneath it. The bimbo was not seen, but only through force of will by the business woman.
Talk about monsters under the bed...
Post by: Magmacube_tr on November 27, 2022, 04:52:11 am
Post by: Schmaven on November 27, 2022, 08:19:10 am
I don't remember a thing. But it was fucking WILD!
Wake-induced lucid dream WILD, or just generally out of control fun/exciting wild?
Post by: Magmacube_tr on November 27, 2022, 09:12:14 am
I don't remember a thing. But it was fucking WILD!
Wake-induced lucid dream WILD, or just generally out of control fun/exciting wild?
Out of control wild. Complete pandemonium.
Post by: King Zultan on November 28, 2022, 03:13:00 am
Post by: Magmacube_tr on November 28, 2022, 03:59:22 am
It all felt so... bittersweet...
Post by: Rolan7 on November 28, 2022, 09:18:56 pm
I spent a full week at a family-ish get together with dad's wife's friends, and it was a good time. Compared to past years I did extremely well! I took some personal time here and there, but mostly I enjoyed the social immersion. I'm counting that as a success of certain personal improvements over the last 8 months.
Point is: I actively enjoyed socializing for an extended period.
Also I didn't ever get drunk (I'm uncomfortable drinking around other people) so my dreams were robust, affirming, and restorative.
The final night, I dream I'm running an errand for the festivities. I'm on a shadowy upper floor retrieving a musical keyboard. I find it, but take a minute - 30 seconds, maybe- to just breathe and relax. Preparing to return to the "dance". Not exhausted, merely preparing a second wind. I turn and-
It's hard to describe what was watching me. To every sense it's just one of the other guests, a very nice lady who in real life had been pleasant to me (perhaps irritated by oversocialization, I noted- a kindred spirit). "She" was offering to help me find the keyboard, in case I was having difficulty.
It had her face, but it wasn't her. It was the thing that lives in my dreams. My ally this past year. I stumbled under a psychic shockwave of dread, holding firm. I was so tired. So. TIRED.
Me: "Shut up. Shut the FUCK up."
It: "I... it's by the bed-"
Me: "LEAVE"
And it was gone, along with the body. I was lucid now. I remembered- I was trying to sleep, after waking up at 3AM with a big day ahead of me. I needed to sleep, I needed-
I felt unnaturally calm. Safe. The dread was gone. It was just me, at the top of those stairs. The party below, waiting patiently.
Unnatural. I was paranoid. Something was wrong, I had tried to wake up but I was still asleep. This wasn't real, the paronoia built. It was TRICKING me. This was like the old days, the nightmares. It was there! I could feel it, just around the corner- down the stairs-
"I KNOW YOU'RE STILL THERE"
A shadow in the staircase, now. Not approaching like in the past. Meek- confused? hurt? It moved away. like how I treat an anxious animal.
I woke up and immediately felt regret. Not fear of reprisal - I've been good, and this thing has only confronted me with my own problems which need confronting. I felt like I'd lashed out at a dear lover. In a very real sense I had. For all my growth, I guess I was still raw, yet that doesn't justify my reaction.
But everything is okay. That was night before last, and last night I faced my dreams sober and receptive, here at home. I got... superpowers and drama, with a mix of recent video games? Common, these nights. Safe. We're okay. I'm not yet practicing any established tulpa rituals, but I was contrite and it enacted no grudge.
We're in this together and doing so well.
Edit: Only 20 minutes had passed, it was still before 4AM. I had been curled in a ball, something I'd felt while trying to wake up.
When I did force myself awake, it was with a pleasant lullaby in my head. I held that gift while regretting how I lashed out.
I wrote down this second dream (the first dream was... generous and unlucid), then I read my book until dawn approached. I set out on a kayak and put a sylveon in a pokestop on a tiny island. Later I drove in the rain.
Edit2: When trying to fall back asleep at 3AM I had visions of falling asleep at the wheel, driving. I had been trying to relax and paralyze my limbs. It had been doing exactly what I'd asked for, and I was so... not cruel, but I had lashed out with fear and anger. It had calmed me and I had raged against that as a trick.
Post by: BlackFlyme on November 30, 2022, 06:08:45 pm
Optimized houses looked horrible, while having a nice-looking house made the game near-unplayable.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 01, 2022, 08:04:55 am
Post by: King Zultan on December 02, 2022, 05:09:15 am
Dreamed I was going to work but no one was willing to address why the sky was full of snipers in gyroscopes trying to snipe everyoneShh if you address them you'll get sniped, people acknowledging them is how they pick their targets.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 02, 2022, 05:52:58 am
Pascal's counter-sniper doctrine. If skygyro snipers are real and I acknowledge them, I may be sniped. If skygyro snipers are not acknowledged, I may be sniped anyways. So I dare to look up andDreamed I was going to work but no one was willing to address why the sky was full of snipers in gyroscopes trying to snipe everyoneShh if you address them you'll get sniped, people acknowledging them is how they pick their targets.
Post by: Enemy post on December 10, 2022, 12:04:11 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on December 10, 2022, 06:31:23 pm
I'm not sure what was off. I was looking for anything in-character to justify the fear I felt, but it all looked so normal. I was in my kitchen from years ago, clean and full of cabinets. Something about the cabinets. I touched one, and... I don't remember, but it revealed red writing all over the kitchen walls and ceiling. Was it blood? Was it even real? It might have been the illusion, and I may have been falling to my knees in a perfectly normal kitchen, trying not to look at the walls.
There was a knock on the door, and I think everything looked normal again. I got up and opened the door as far as the chain allowed. An elderly woman was there, confused, kinda bossy. Didn't she know about the superpowered serial-killers about? I almost laughed, too self-aware of the dream. OF COURSE she knew, she was one of them in disguise. A meat-suit probably. I tried to slam the door closed but it caught on her arms, which were unfurling like fleshy vines. Did I... reach out? Somehow our arms clasped each other through the doorway, and we were fusing.
I played a little horror game with my dream-agent and it was fine, actually. It was just a game, and I could have woken up at any time! It's truly interesting to me how much "body-horror" I dream about, when I don't watch that sort of thing in movies, but it's still an interesting concept I guess. A transhumanism thing probably. I'm *happy* that I dream about being people/places/things/odds-and-ends. And I'm happy that my dreams are... "curated" by whatever this is, because it truly seems to care about
Post by: Magmacube_tr on December 11, 2022, 04:44:00 am
Post by: Sebastian2203 on December 11, 2022, 11:46:28 am
Feels sad.
Post by: Rolan7 on December 16, 2022, 01:34:11 am
I did my best to salvage what I could, but the ceiling was collapsing. I was trying to drag out a few more special objects, but the doorway was collapsing. Dirt was being piled on, mixing with the water, and I had to try to squeeze out. They didn't care like I did.
Post by: Magmacube_tr on December 16, 2022, 03:55:58 pm
-I was a small child again. The house I was in was the village commute our family friends have in Artvin. And it looked like just like how it was more than a decade ago. A tall ceiling, bright but awkward lighting, and the constant smell of a cold night overladen by the smell of fire. It was filled with people I didn't recognise, but I remember seeing a very old lady among them that I only met once before she died. She was looking at me with an expressionless gaze, and only appeared at the edge of my vision as I was running through the crowd. Then I saw my youngest brother, who paradoxically looked as he is today. I was 7, and he is 11. He held my hand and-
-I was in a skyscraper at the dead of night, on some stupendiously high floor. It was dark. There was one of those empty spaces modern apartments have that go all the way to the bottom floor. I looked down and couldn't see a bottom, looked up and there was no ceiling. It was infinite. I-
Something was behind that concrete wall and was rapidly approaching, and it would eat me alive if it got to me-
-I woke up.
Post by: Rolan7 on December 24, 2022, 09:17:42 am
This time we would be bank robbers.
I just had to make sure the sheriff and deputy were on break. We knew their schedules from last time, metagaming, so I went to the diner. Sure enough there was the deputy. Arlen, I think? A large lady, overweight but with the strength to carry herself. She was chatting with the diner's owner, her friend, who was much more traditionally attractive if you're into that sort of thing.
We exchanged smiles and I asked about helping out. I may have layed on the charm a bit, particularly on the deputy (I wanted to confirm her schedule). Arlen reacted... warmly, considering I was a total stranger. I think she was politely into me which caught me off guard since I was relatively guymode (so I couldn't be attractive?? Hrm). She made me feel pretty (she twigged that I wasn't a guy! How?) but also respected. It was a surprise from this character I had dismissed last time.
Anyway I confirmed her schedule and left, agreeing to chat again soon. I think the diner lady was subtly cheering us on, haha. Good friend. I left feeling off guard but cheerful. Was I into her? Was she trans too? (clearly, but I often miss signs of that until I wake up. including pretty, soft facial hair)
I met up with mom and blah blah, we got to the safe. The alarm was blaring but we had several minutes alone and there was some trick to working out the code. I couldn't remember it though. I was... distracted. Conflicted. I convinced her to leave it and run. We didn't need to be villains, not just yet, I wanted to try another cooperative route. This tiny town had such interesting characters.
Post by: Magmacube_tr on December 27, 2022, 05:02:38 am
The first was that of a gray barren planet with rings.
The second was a yellow-gray one witu a hazy gold atmosphere.
Third showcased animals. The designs were amazing, and also quite simplistic, but felt alive (Of course, I mean. Because technically, they are my designs). There was this raptorial yellow creature with a pair of flaps under its chin looking over a sunrise at the gold sky. There was this giant, flatboard looking dark purple thing with two arms that emerged from sand.
Then the dream just cut to me trying desperately find hazelnuts in the kitchen, only finding sunflower seeds everywhere I looked.
Post by: MCreeper on December 31, 2022, 03:52:56 am
Followed by a nightmare? of Mr. Sacks, in a form of a jolly man in Santa costume who was jokingly shocked at my alarm, giving me a nice after dinner chat before being called off by a similiar
Oddly followed by a short train chase scene in a black-and-old paperish Last Express-like game.
Fitting time to have such dreams, eh? At least he didn't ask me to give him anything except a cup of tea. :-X
Post by: Rolan7 on January 01, 2023, 09:24:26 am
My Fallen London dreams were usually about goat-devils or the zee (and SUN)
I dreamed a movie about a union vote. The company representative was actually sympathetic and trying to help the vote pass, but the workers were... Scandinavian? They needed a translator and the translator took an impassioned, convincing speech and spoke it like a slow somber dirge. The Union organizer waited sadly in a little room for the result, expecting the vote to fail. And yet it passed! He shook hands with the company rep for TV cameras and they earnestly promised to build good cars (or work metal?) together while protecting workers.
I think that's what I subconsciously imagine Minnesota to be like? Wild when I so often talk to someone there
Also the ceilings were impossibly high for some reason iirc
Post by: voliol on January 02, 2023, 07:56:06 pm
Another scene involved lifting pigeons out of the apartment. That the window I released them out from looked vaguely like the one in the window scene in Inception was only coincidental, because it was really that of a real place I've been in.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 03, 2023, 07:37:15 am
Post by: King Zultan on January 04, 2023, 02:48:29 am
Post by: Eric Blank on January 04, 2023, 02:09:58 pm
It happens to me a lot. It's almost always my brother attacking me for no reason. Sometimes the dream doesn't end there though.
Post by: JoshuaFH on January 04, 2023, 09:31:28 pm
Seems to happen every time I'm in a stupor I refuse to wake up from. This morning was especially stupor-y.
Post by: King Zultan on January 05, 2023, 01:57:09 am
I have a bad habit of sleeping through my alarm clock as it beeps and blares. This causes the noise of the alarm to worm its way into my dreams.I hate when that happens.
That never works, they always beat the shit out of you. Even if you wake up from punching the wall, they still won in the dream and ruined your night.I'll just say that it worked for me last time I tried it.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 05, 2023, 04:53:01 pm
That never works, they always beat the shit out of you. Even if you wake up from punching the wall, they still won in the dream and ruined your night.Similar story with mine. Woke up in the morning feeling like absolute crap, like I hadn't rested at all
It happens to me a lot. It's almost always my brother attacking me for no reason. Sometimes the dream doesn't end there though.
Post by: Schmaven on January 07, 2023, 08:13:09 am
Dreams are weird.
Post by: Rolan7 on January 07, 2023, 08:46:31 am
Someone was asking about Fallen London and the Seven Fold Knock and I jokingly explained it as "Like shave-and-a-haircut but you use it on a particular door in the NORTH" and this girl was like "Haha, that's far too literal!" and I was like "O M G I'm tripping over all these dang metaphors and exchangeable notions!"
I think she referred to me as a gal, then corrected to "or guy or anything else", which didn't bother me. I was in a gal mood and I was being respected.
More importantly it was Christmastime and this chat is completely train-brained, so we picked the best Mall Santa to drive the "Polar Express" (some random train). The train wasn't meant to run on coal and was going the wrong direction through a switchboard but Santa magic (or donoteat01 just being good at trains) made it okay, we dodged and weaved through it.
Then there was something more metaphysical where the nature of someone's social media posts was able to reassure me that all would be well, all would be well, all manner of things would be well.
Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 08, 2023, 08:49:45 am
Mine mostly involve always something physical and far more simpleton it seems.
From what I am reading it seems like my dreams lack the sort of social reflection depth that I am noticing in this thread.
Keep on dreaming folks!
Post by: Sebastian2203 on January 12, 2023, 11:18:53 am
First off it started with me playing Space Station 13.
The view was your typical top-down perspective. Everything was cartoonish and gamey.
I started the round off as a traitor. (An antagonist role that allows you to kill/hurt players in this multiplayer space station simulator game)
I immediately accessed my invisibility cloak item and turned it on.
I also got my hands on some pistol.
I was being a jerk to people and generally pissing everybody off.
Stealing stuff, bumping into people or leaving banana peels on the floor.
I was thinking of a way to kill somebody just for the fun of it.
You know, they arent real. Its just another player. Thats how it felt to me.
When I was trying to rationalize, somehow, in a dream that why killing somebody would be fun.
I arrived to couple of kids sitting on a bench somewhere.
Suddenly, something with my perspective shifted.
Very dramatically I no longer found myself in top down 2D world.
My reality turned into 3D, first person view.
All the cartoonish details vanished.
Everything felt much more real.
More authentic but I was still somehow feeling like I was playing a game after all. But my feelings about it were uncertain or I was not really putting much thought into it.
The two kids in front of me were now very real with handsome faces in full youth.
They were blond and both had blue eyes, very innocent and cute.
I now, in the spirit of my inner gamer, raised my pistol. Which now in the real world became a Glock 17. (just like what I use at my job)
And aimed my sights at one of the children.
"Do you want to die?" I asked him devilishly.
He seemed to get up from the bench and stared at me shocked, wordless.
"Run in circles or die." I tried to play with him.
I hesitated pulling the trigger, not feeling any weight behind my decision but something strange feeling began creeping into me. Dunno how to explain it, felt very vivid.
The boy very cooperatively started to run in circles without a shred of disrepect.
I felt something change inside me. It was like I either forgot I wanted to pull the trigger for fun.
Or I felt something like empathy. Everything seemed more real and I suddenly did not want to just shoot somebody for no reason.
I suddenly found myself at a wedding.
With my father who I have not seen for a really loooong time.
My glock 17 still holstered at my waist, even thought I am wearing a wedding suit.
Somehow, and this is a common occurence in my dreams, I was able to fly.
I then started doing all sort of stunts in the air.
Started reliving the memories of my last wedding IRL. But the strange ability to fly and be everywhere at once.
When suddenly I saw a child on the other side of whatever place we were at, in danger of getting run over by a bus.
I was able to fly over there and snatch the helpless child playing in the middle of a road, unaware of the bus going at full speed behind its back.
Everybody seemed to be amazed at my saving effort but then my cousin pulled me close and whispered to my ear: "Why the hell do you have a GUN at my wedding?!!!"
Then I woke up in real life and felt pretty bad for pointing my gun at a child.
What the hell are those dreams man.
Post by: JoshuaFH on January 14, 2023, 08:44:10 am
It was just really freaky and unsettling. I wonder if it's the melatonin I've been taking recently...
Post by: Egan_BW on January 14, 2023, 09:40:12 am
Post by: Rolan7 on January 14, 2023, 04:56:38 pm
It was a movie my brother and I were watching (he's big into Star Wars) and we rewound a couple times. Quirky. (My impression on waking up was that Vader/Anakin was a trans man).
Post by: Imic on January 15, 2023, 05:19:27 am
In all my time living with my half-dad, I never once looked him in the eye, or got a good look at his face.
I also dreamt that I started a forum game here set in Middle Earth where a random human was hired by a Dwarf living in Bree to come with him on missions to explore ancient Dwarven ruins all across the blue mountains and beyond, with pictures stolen from the One Ring RPG books. I dreamt of this before I dreamt of my life as an abused nonbinary acrobat, but I'm still not sure how the real irl me making a forum game turned into an anachronistic medieval ish world with giant evil robots and an abusive half dad.
Post by: nenjin on January 15, 2023, 02:43:11 pm
My brain is like that with games I'm fully engaged with. It'll fabricate new idea, mechanics or interactions that don't really exist. Damn near drove me insane when playing Cultist Simulator, because I'd dream that I thought I had found the "answer" by some convoluted method, only to wake up and realize it was all BS. It would always leave me disappointed, on the spectrum somewhere near dreaming about someone who is no longer with you.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 18, 2023, 08:12:52 am
Post by: Great Order on January 27, 2023, 07:35:13 pm
I was at my gran's house for whatever reason (Except it wasn't *actually* her house, dream logic just said it was), along with my aunt and my brother who was actually Rick Sanchez. My brother burst into my room at one point while I was on the computer and pinned me down before stabbing me in the head with a small device, no anaesthetic or anything, I could feel it slice my head open then drill through my skull and go into my brain. It stopped and started a good bit, and eventually he left with a little blue microchip that contained a copy of my mind in it. Apparently he was planning on making clones of me.
Needless to say, I was upset with this. I'd been on loads of adventures with him (Apparently my mind decided I was Morty or something) and he was treating me like crap after all that effort. On top of that, he was deadnaming me. I'd had enough and decided I was leaving, but he caught me when I was packing (Which primarily consisted of packing up oranges. Apparently I really fucking like oranges) and threatened to do it again. I stopped packing and stayed for a bit, but lost my shit at him for deadnaming me later on, continued packing and left in a spaceship. He came after me with a much better ship, intending to use the device to completely remove my mind and put it into one of the chips so he could reprogram me not to run away. I managed to get away because some other ships came to reinforce me and I used that distraction to run. At some point I transitioned from being in a ship to walking around.
I knew he'd be after me, so I started to look for other people to help out. I accumulated a crew of random people and set off. Eventually my brother found me and there was a fight that he almost won, but I had enough people that we managed to restrain him and knock him unconscious. Once he'd gone lights out we set off again, although I was intending to find one of my brother's labs to do... something to him. I don't know what I'd intended, guess I'd have found out if I'd arrived there but I woke up before we did.
Along the way to the lab I got some more people in my little gang, including one guy who looked like a stereotypical ex-convict and was proud of it and a living statue. Eventually the road we were travelling on ended at a restaurant but I knew the lab was further ahead, so I thanked my companions and sent them off. I used the device my brother'd been trying to use on me on his unconscious body and left his body behind, snuck through the garden at the end of the restaurant, and set off into the muddy wilderness. Only thing I remember after that was getting a boat to get past a lake (Which smelled like diarrhoea, according to a person who was running away from it) and finding where the lab was located.
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Post by: Rolan7 on February 11, 2023, 09:32:32 am
Thursday night: Dreamed I was in college again, and I was skipping all my classes. Other than that one massive disaster hanging over me, it was a nice affirming dream with my dad. (I had just visited my dad and it went well, we cooked and fixed a dryer)
Last night: (I did some witch cosplay) Dreamed I was in the world of Sacrifice. An abhuman mage, bouncing from god to god and accumulating a diverse set of powers. They needed me more than I needed them, and I transcended the normal limits. I mastered all 5 colors of magic and repaired the riven worlds. (technically my costume was The Mage of Tarot)
Post by: Bumber on February 20, 2023, 03:24:16 am
Dreamed I was in Skyrim with my partner.
I dreamed I was in Oblivion (or Morroblivion mod) last week. I was gathering cooked rice that people had spilled in the dirt (near a lake/shore) and put it in a bag I had so I could turn it into restore fatigue potions if I found a mortar. I also found a fishing rod, which broke, so I began climbing buildings and trees with a pair of fishing hooks attached to strings.
Post by: TD1 on February 20, 2023, 10:50:12 pm
The exact details are hazy. I was in a cave complex, I was in a mansion, I was in a forest. But there was one common theme. A woman, who was a close associate, was hunting me. Part of her arsenal were these creatures with white, manic faces. Like masks painted mad. They could assume different shapes, and I eventually realised their forms reflected the recently dead. I thought I was capable of helping them, because they were suffering. I was not scared of them.
I had escaped the mansion and was in the cave complex. There were three masked figures, deformed and somehow different. These were profoundly sadistic, evil, and I realised they were shaped like children. There was nothing and no one else around, in stark contrast to the shenanigans I got up to in the mansion.
These child-like horrors acted differently to the others when I attempted to offer aid. I'd succeeded in the past, sometimes. The creatures disappeared for a time at least. But these just grew more disquieting.
And, as I failed spectacularly to help, I made eye-contact with one. There was a viceral reaction felt in my dream and real body alike. The eyes were like onyx, and I was being suffocated in their darkness. This was a moment which somehow stretched.
And suddenly I knew.
It had never been multiple beings, just the three before me. All my previous adventures and exploits of daring-do, they had been there. A note of unrealised Lovecraftian horror in my James Bond fantasy.
The eyes were drowning me. I couldn't breathe. I'd fatally miscalculated the situation. My breathing got tighter. And I knew what they were.
These were my own children. Unborn. A foetal evil, twisted to constantly hunt me. Somehow I knew the depth of their suffering. It was in those eyes. They'd wanted help. But I had been enjoying my adventure, experiencing what they could not. In front of them, over and over.
It had fully broken them.
This time, they would follow me even through the veil of sleep. I forced myself awake regardless.
There are literal tears in my eyes. I'm waiting for twisted white masks. But most upsetting is what I saw in those broken minds, that I could have, should have helped. And that I may deserve what is coming for me.
Post by: Great Order on February 23, 2023, 07:07:01 am
In the middle of the night, some rebels (who were some of my neighbours and people from my Jitsu club IRL) came into my room. I managed to hide from them, but heard them going through my bank statements and exclaiming about things I'd bought, including embarrassing stuff (Such as a subscription to a gay porn site for some reason. Even with full dream logic applying I had no idea why I'd done that). I got pissed off, understandably, and confronted them. I disappeared off for a bit, can't remember what happened, but I decided to contact a friend (Again, a guy from the Jitsu club) who was a reporter. I told them about all of it while the culprit was there, lots of arguing, eventually threatened to take them to court for mail tampering. That bit of the dream ended there.
The second bit of the dream was different and almost completely unrelated. I was watching a show of this while a the same time it was happening to me. In a car, had a police officer pull me over. Turns out they were actually a mugger. Good news for me, a panther came and attacked them. For some reason I didn't drive off immediately and waited until they'd almost dealt with the panther to do so. Then I wasn't in a car, it was a motorbike (My brain even called attention to the flaw here but I didn't pay attention to it). Driving away, almost escaped but the mugger had set up a trap which made a pothole appear in the road. The motobike went into it and flipped me and my girlfriend off (And I still don't have one IRL, wishful thinking on my brain's behalf). I set off running, but my GF had twisted her ankle and I couldn't leave her. Muggers caught up again, and despite being in a city with loads of people around, nobody helped.
Now I looked away from the screen (Since it was also a show, no my brain had no issue with this bit) and resolved to find a legitimate policeman. I headed off to where I knew there'd be one - My house.
There were police there, unsurprisingly because that article about the rebels looking through my mail had blown up and the police were telling people to not harass me. I told the first officer after a lot of telling him to listen because he kept trying to send me away, and him and another officer set off to find the mugger/muggee. We got a bit of distance, then the second officer decided to help me with my D&D minis, which I was happy for them to do. We discussed my D&D campaign and what my plans in it were.
The initial scene with the mugger played out again, dunno why, then the dream ended.
Post by: Rolan7 on March 27, 2023, 10:20:08 am
I had been here before, but I still sat on the ground to steady myself. My companion, a well-dressed rather boyish young man in a top hat, was having a worse time of it. I tried to stay calm and talk to him about the science of the artificial horizon, but he wasn't hearing me. Vertigo washed over me and I felt something crunch in my grip: my hand-mirror. It was bending and shattering even after I relaxed my grip, as if reflecting the artificial vista was overwhelming the thrift-shop bauble.
My companion was losing it too. He accosted a picnicking lady, accusing her of shapeshifting. She seemed annoyed but unsurprised- this was a common reaction. I reassured him, taking him by the shoulder and guiding/pulling him away. The bent light just does that to people. He trusted me enough to calm down, listening to me speak without hearing the words.
Though the bustling 19th-20th century streets were a different kind of overwhelming. At least there were no cars, but so many people. Not the single blob-like crowd in stock footage of Manhattan, but dozens of individuals everywhere I looked. All moving their own way. It was wonderful and overwhelming.
We eventually made our way to a Victorian theater/hotel to meet some family members and stay the night. The place was intentionally drafty, with no central heating, which I quite enjoyed. Everyone dressed up in thick period clothing and makeup and gathered together for low-tech party games.
(As usual, I didn't notice or question who my companion was until I woke up. The mirror thing just seemed random at the time. I think it's okay now, since I helped it, but I'm not used to it expressing vulnerability like that. I wonder how much of this was inspired by my Fallen London character experiencing death?)
(A few nights ago it tried an excessively hairy transmasc form, and this time I think only its clothing was male... we try things and sometimes they work, good buddy.)
This was all a nap. Mostly last night I dreamed about Lobotomy Corp after reading some LP of it, but there was ironically no body-horror XD Just frustrated obsession with the game mechanics. This always happens when I have trouble breathing, but I eventually woke up and used my inhaler.
Also heh: I just remembered looking at the vista and "remembering" having nightmares about it for weeks after my "last visit". I truly had no idea I was asleep, which is somewhat unusual these days.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on March 29, 2023, 01:15:36 pm
Edit to avoid double posting: I had a dream last night(this morning? I stayed up past midnight so I fell asleep technically early morning) the dream involved talking out loud about these small bees that lived in very small hives, there were lots of these light brown small nuts that the bees world eat and live in, and I stopped calling them hives when I realized they used the shell of these nuts as their shelter rather than making the shelter themselves, I was talking about what I found out, but there seemed to be no one there, I still talked out loud though, in case anyone listened. I'll probably look up and see if there is any nut that looks like the one in my dream, there might be one with a similar shape
Post by: Loud Whispers on April 19, 2023, 12:41:59 pm
Post by: Bumber on April 20, 2023, 05:38:59 am
small nuts that the bees world eat and live in, and I stopped calling them hives when I realized they used the shell of these nuts
beez nuts
got 'em!
Post by: Magmacube_tr on April 20, 2023, 06:18:22 pm
small nuts that the bees world eat and live in, and I stopped calling them hives when I realized they used the shell of these nuts
beez nuts
got 'em!
This is a certified Naturegirl Moment™.
Post by: Frumple on April 27, 2023, 06:25:01 am
Someone had somehow or another roped an adventuring party into watching a scuffed elementary school play. Started out with just them and a handful of kids doing the performance, technical difficulties and whatnot just got worse as it went along and more people trickled in. Ending was great confusion as the projected background goes completely off the rails and shows what looks like a cupboard full of corpses of identical, similarly young kids in nurse outfits... and then the world goes greyscale, and one of the nurse-things walks out from behind the screen.
Lights flick on, projector goes out, ghost-thing stays where it is. Jumpscare from hell, entire room starts screaming.
Punchline is the PoV character is some kind of barbarian equivalent. They're screaming in unison with everyone else, except it's a scream of unfettered rage as they launch themselves forward axe flying, shooting out like a rocket straight over the audience at the horror-thing, which promptly panics and flees back behind the stage area, barbarian rampaging after it trying to get a hit in.
Wake up as the PoV character started hacking at the wall the ghost-thing ran through.
... anyway, it was pretty great. Just realized this is something of a trend, as the last dream I had any recollection of, the PoV character walked into this creepy swamp area near a building, and as the general feeling started drifting towards nightmare territory, they whipped out a wand and staff and started raining hellfire and lightning on the surrounds, setting the creepy landscape and approaching horror-things on fucking fire. Metal as hell, it was. Mythos-swamp shouldna' messed wit' a witch.
Post by: Rolan7 on May 03, 2023, 09:48:12 am
It was back in school, and I was walking the halls. And I knew I didn't belong. I was turning hallways into walls as I walked, and I touched one and it was solid. Yet I knew it was just a barrier, a good one.
Hm... right. I also felt incredibly lonely, and cried, there on the precipice between dream and awake. But then I awoke, thought of my partner, and...
It didn't make everything okay, because there's a metaphorical distance, but I felt so alone a little while. I never feel alone when I'm awake. Why do I feel alone when I'm asleep?
As they/she would say: Interesting.
Post by: Rolan7 on May 06, 2023, 09:43:04 pm
There was a system of alchemical divination that was just, like, real. When repairing a device you could just... gauge the levels of heat and metal and (?) and plug that into a hard formula, and you WOULD get useful information.
Which was crucial to my IT/tech job. Except I (non-lucid) suddenly realized- wait, that's weird. Why would that be the case? Sure it seems to work, within reasonable tolerances, but... it goes against real-world physics and is primarily vibes based?? It's kinda magic! This is incredible, this implies that everything can change
Post by: mate888 on May 09, 2023, 08:34:03 am
Weirdly, by the time I was climbing on the outside of the building (all the windows had these shitty grates similar to those in my old highschool so I held on to those) I kinda woke up but not really. Like, I was aware that I was actually in my bed sleeping but I could still see, hear and feel the dream for a while, it was strange.
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 09, 2023, 08:38:45 am
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Post by: Loud Whispers on May 10, 2023, 03:38:00 am
Post by: King Zultan on May 10, 2023, 04:07:28 am
Three times as much horse packed into one horse. Twelve sets of legs, three heads, three tails, ability to squeeze under the gaps in your doors.I bet that last bit was creepy to see, a three headed horse coming out from under a door.
Post by: Loud Whispers on May 11, 2023, 08:40:45 am
Surprisingly not. Dream logic and all it was just assumed to be ordinary horse shenanigensThree times as much horse packed into one horse. Twelve sets of legs, three heads, three tails, ability to squeeze under the gaps in your doors.I bet that last bit was creepy to see, a three headed horse coming out from under a door.
Post by: Frumple on May 11, 2023, 09:40:00 am
Surprisingly not. Dream logic and all it was just assumed to be ordinary horse shenanigensThey do do that sometimes. It's like when they go surfing or bake a cake for the person they're wooing.
Post by: dragdeler on May 11, 2023, 10:37:14 am
Post by: Eric Blank on May 11, 2023, 04:51:17 pm
Three times as fast, too.
Truly the horse centipede cerberus is the worst form of horse. Hopefully those heads all have different plans.
I dreamed about making very tiny tacos on these 4 inch long tortillas. I could only have three and couldn't fold them because I put way too much onion on them.
I also dreamed my (or maybe not my) dad got murdered and I became a serial killer/assassin living in the woods taking out corrupt cops.
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Post by: Loud Whispers on May 16, 2023, 05:45:56 am
I am wood eels
Post by: hector13 on May 16, 2023, 11:32:18 am
There was a child giving out the Eucharist for whatever reason, possibly saying goodbye to people after church, and instead of saying “god bless you” they were very innocently and proudly saying “god damn you” to everyone.
Post by: Rolan7 on May 27, 2023, 08:35:07 am
I dreamed my "brother" and I were partying in a big, eerily empty city. We walked strange backstreets, staircases, and rode a fully automated metro. Mostly, we sang. Old pop songs that my brother and I sang as children becoming adults, when we felt cut off from everyone but each other. We were also casually half-naked, metaphorically all the barriers were down.
In this dream I didn't have to be on guard with him, or him with me. We were reconciled and things were the way they had been.
But this wasn't my brother. This was my subconscious passenger, my masculine mirror, rewarding me for staying sober and processing my feelings yesterday. I/we have truly grown as a person.
I also found a full day's worth of little teal pills on the ground and put them in my mouth, which got me lightly chided by him. But it was a dream, where we can have a little gender euphoria. As a treat.
Post by: pikachu17 on May 27, 2023, 02:33:45 pm
We were in farm purchasing supplies, but the farmer refused to sell us some special cabbages, so I secretly turned into a hawk and tried to fly away with a cabbage. However the farmer and his employees cornered me at a wall due the low ceilings of the farm. Then I tried to claw the farmer, but he caught my talon in his teeth and was Senator armstrong.
Then I possessed a little girl so we could escape, and decided to give her a dream so she thought she was just sleeping, but I couldnt think of a realistic dream to give her.
Then I was trying to enter a gangster's hideout where the entry fee was having to deliver some drugs, but I grew enraged at them not just allowing me to buy an entrance with money, they then kept adding more drugs to those I had to deliver, until I snapped and tossed them at the bouncer and left.
Then the dream skipped to me and my crew being in the hideout trying to find some Persona-style dungeon, where I discovered that despite intending to go to such dangerous places( a dungeon inside a gangsters hideout whose gangsters should hate me) my dad in the crew (that dude from Fast and the Furious) had secretly taken away my shotgun.
Post by: Rolan7 on June 12, 2023, 09:44:19 am
"Heya" I muttered friendily but apathetically
"...Hi" they responded in an airy, vibrant voice.
Then they leaned over to spray something in my face. It burned, mildly. garlic (or holy water?). Oh, an angel (half-angel? Aasimar?)
To be polite I stood and ran off with a half-hearted "oh noooo". I ran back up the stairs, away from my team, because the angel "got the drop on me" and could have been a lot crueler. Only polite to play along and let them keep the element of surprise.
I did drop a little glass vial as I rushed to leave, though, and it broke on the steps. It was like my E vial except it wasn't nearly so important, must have been some perfume or something. Oddly can't remember.
I got to the top of the stairs, which were almost flush with a sunny lake. I scooped water and washed my face in the sunlight. I felt pretty good about everything. I didn't feel ashamed, or like burning from the sun, or any of that... I just kinda enjoyed being a chill vampire mafiosa on a glimmering beach.
Post by: Bumber on June 16, 2023, 11:45:11 pm
Post by: lemon10 on June 17, 2023, 12:54:18 am
The other immortal agreed that this was indeed a very uncool thing to be trapped in.
I uh, never quite got why exactly he was doing it, although it seemed to me like the repeated eternal trauma had driven him insane. Or maybe he just wanted to take over the world or something? Dunno.
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Post by: Rolan7 on June 23, 2023, 09:54:51 am
Post by: Rolan7 on June 23, 2023, 06:29:20 pm
Last night I was at my godmother's house. I think it was bulldozed like IRL but maybe not. I was in the backyard, overlooking the big slope down to the creek. There was a cat. I descended a little, unsteady, to greet the cat (I met a friend's cat recently!!). It was off though. It hissed a little. It was tiny but it paced like a tiger. I noticed that patches of fur were missing, the poor thing was sick. Sick and dangerous. I spoke to it, and backed away, but the wet slope was slippery. I suddenly felt oddly afraid. I was in mortal peril, but there was some reason I was safe? [I didn't quite realize I was dreaming]. I tried to pull myself up the mud, but I couldn't, and my rib twinged in pain from a real-life bruise. The cat came closer and I warded it off with words and halfhearted kicks. I didn't want to hurt it... and I didn't, I woke up to thunder.
Three nights ago. I was navigating my birth city but in a torrential downpour. I was supposed to meet up with my dad, but certain things didn't work out. I grabbed the back of his car and skidded along the ground for a while, along the wet highway, then stood and beheld the knees of my khakis. Perfectly fine, somehow. I began bounding through the rain, weightless, almost swimming along the highways. I was lost and a little lonely, but I felt okay.
I sheltered for a little while in a dark house belonging to my mom. There was a computer, the only light. I typed a brief message, letting people know I was fine. I freshened up a little, but I couldn't stay. It was creepy with no one there, and I didn't belong there. I reentered the storm and was embraced by the rain, warm and comforting and dizzying.
I was back in college. No, I had returned to college. I was in a computer lab, again. All the computers were strange, and all the young adults were doing their modern things. But I still did okay, and I fixed at least one computer.
Didn't do my homework, though.
And I stayed there too late, deep into the night, unwilling to go home.
I woke up, in a dry daylight. In a corner of the university campus, on a thin camping mattress under the sky. What had I been dreaming about...? The semester hadn't started yet, so what was I doing here? I gathered my belongings but I was so confused.
I think I woke up, for real, but was intensely confused. I didn't remember my room. I didn't remember my *life*. Then my phone rang- my dad's wife. "No, no, I was awake... oh, tomorrow's a little sudden... we'll see..."
Post by: Egan_BW on June 24, 2023, 01:27:46 am
Accomplished by jumping up and then expending willpower to simply not allow my feet to touch the ground. Then I sorta... slide forward uncontrollably? It's not extremely useful to be honest, but it's fun.
Post by: Loud Whispers on June 24, 2023, 04:54:01 pm
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Post by: Magmacube_tr on July 06, 2023, 02:51:24 pm
This is definitely abnormal. But I was never normal in any regard, so I guess it is normal.
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 07, 2023, 08:49:49 pm
Dream ended in bed, sleeping with one eye open. Scary Jeff from the creepypastas was at the end of the bed but I jumpscared him because he wouldn't accept my offer to drink rum with me
Post by: Rolan7 on July 13, 2023, 08:00:18 am
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Post by: Rolan7 on July 17, 2023, 03:41:05 pm
I had another two straight nights of vivid dreams. Very different settings, but same characters, including Vera.
The question is, can I pull off the blonde highlights... I've already got the jacket, and I'm working on getting the muscles back! Soon!
Post by: Rolan7 on July 22, 2023, 01:49:50 am
So did the dark knight, and he walked with me and supported me.
We eventually arrived at a grove-ampitheater. There was to be a performance, but I got distracted lucid-dreaming and flying. This time I wasn't just weightless, I could hover- though height was difficult. I could almost reach the leaves of the canopy, if I emptied my mind juuuuust right. I kept floating a little higher with each go.
Post by: hector13 on July 22, 2023, 09:37:47 am
Post by: Magmacube_tr on July 22, 2023, 11:50:16 am
They all get weirdly sexual at some point. Not in a good or a bad way. It is just fuckin' weird. Like, the dream just detours from whatever is going on to show me some outlandish scenario that it then imbues with a sexual context- no not context- presupposition. Like as if I am already supposed to know why that thing is like that. I know it isn't. I think about how a somewhat cute guy getting eaten alive by some demented viscera monster isn't sexy whatsoever, while inside the dream. While running away from the same monster that ate the guy from before.
Post by: Lord Shonus on July 24, 2023, 07:48:30 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on July 24, 2023, 09:05:14 pm
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Post by: Rolan7 on July 27, 2023, 12:16:28 am
(I understand it on two very different levels, one of which is my dad's medical troubles and the other is a strange and now a little off-putting trend in my dreams lately regarding "my dad". Or sometimes "my brother")
Post by: Eric Blank on July 27, 2023, 02:45:51 am
It started out as a zombie horror flick, with a family trapped in a burning house surrounded by zombies. But then they were saved by Logan, as in Wolverine. And one other Xman. They took the family somewhere else. Meanwhile professor X and Ironman were getting help on how to solve the overall zombie issue. From Gandalf, from LOTR, who was going to take all the zombies to another dimension without the living because they were nominally intelligent and capable of being rehabilitated, just being bloodthirsty maniacs.
But before this was resolved it cut to Spiderman and Deadpool killing zombies and webbing survivors in danger and looters and gathering them up for transport. Transport was being handled by a cartoon giraffe thing who was flirting with one of the many spiderverse versions of spidergwen, taking people out to the desert to a secluded Mesa.
But then it cut to some city where a security guard trapped in a tower was getting bored and looked into a room with a bunch of sealed containers under glass, and opened one up. Someone yelled "no dont!" And everything exploded in orange mist. Steve Rogers was there and got caught in it.
Then i got confused by how weird this movie was and heard someone else awake in the cave-house. I tried talking to them, was going to ask If they were watching this shit too and what marvel movie was this, but realized it wasn't one of my friends, they were all still asleep. My father was now asleep in the cave house too on the sofa. Then in the hallway between rooms I was confronted by an old bald man who started questioning me about the movie, insinuating that I was insane and hallucinating. I was now in an office complex in a normal city. My mom came to pick me up and give me a ride home, and as i was describing what I had gone through to her, when I woke up.
I had really bad heartburn and had fallen asleep right after dinner, so I'm blaming this nonsense on that. It's barely 1pm now.
Post by: Rolan7 on July 28, 2023, 07:12:16 am
Sounds like you had a fitful nap, though. The stranger in the room sounds creepy, reminds me of a sleep paralysis apparition. Particularly with it appearing when you(r friends) were "asleep" in a dream.
Indigestion will trigger vivid dreams for me too, particularly during daynaps. Usually unpleasant, even these days.
I had an older brother who recruited me into a romcon-style plot to give a young lady a charmed life via hijinks. He was literally a guardian angel actually, though the theology was murky and he was still my brother (a part of me). He cheerfully explained that he was aware of the entire multiverse of possibilities in everything we were doing, and discarding the branches where things went wrong. I found that briefly shocking, but then decided it was comforting and there was nothing I could do about it anyway.
Besides, the goal was important. This lady needed a good start to life.
And it worked! Soon she was my age and giving a feminist/LGBTQIA+ lecture to a rapt crowd, as the angel and me listened in the lobby. I felt like we were intruding since I didn't "look right", but the angel told me I had nothing to worry about. It/he was exhausted though, which was remarkable since he'd claimed to have been through googols of possible realities weeks earlier and remained chipper and wisecracking. We'd been doing this for... months, and I guess even a timeless being was fraying a bit!
It made a little cocoon for me (subtlety!!) and I think I had dreamless, restful sleep for a while.
I even woke up briefly (for real), had some water, and considered writing this down. But I was *really* achy from some RL work, and it was before dawn. So I tried to fix my memory, and went back to sleep. Much more fitfully this time I think. I had a dream which felt like a continuation but it doesn't make any sense at all. Just doesn't fit. I'm blaming soreness and dehydration. Still, I don't feel right discarding data that doesn't fit:
Me and an androgynous angel were on the floor of a gloomy room, with Gus Fring standing over us. There were bullet casings all over the floor. We were so tired. I think Fring was God in this scenario? He was scornful of the angel and telling it to get up and clean the room. I was apparently expected to just lie there and heal.
But where was Vera- oh
oh
I really didn't get that until now
Anyway glad it (he? it-he? lol) stopped using my dad's and brother's faces, that was getting annoying.
Spoiler: frustrated analysis crap (click to show/hide)
Post by: Eric Blank on July 29, 2023, 04:34:05 pm
Post by: Egan_BW on July 29, 2023, 05:01:44 pm
Post by: Magmacube_tr on July 29, 2023, 07:44:31 pm
this is very sad
i cri evrytim
Post by: Rolan7 on July 30, 2023, 08:11:58 am
Then the patriarch of the group/family cuts in "Well yeah, I own those characters so I make the decisions". And everyone collectively is shocked at him, except her. Me and a charismatic nerd guy even say "What the fuck" in harmony. Others are looking around, silently "Are we okay with this? What do we do?", while the girl apparently thought that this arrangement was normal. Dream ended before resolution but clearly at least two of us were dedicated to fixing the situation.
anyway that's my misguided dream about the SAG-AFTRA strike I think. Or just a dream about RPG groups and patriarchy idk
Post by: Egan_BW on July 30, 2023, 12:27:39 pm
I haven't played minecraft in years lol
Post by: Frumple on August 02, 2023, 05:01:04 am
Viewpoint cut to outside the building: Pterodactyl Interrupt. It has these black oval looking things on the wings with a glowing green circle around the outer bits. It pulses, there's this wave of something, and then the ground starts shaking.
Social gathering thing is promptly disrupted by a stegosaurus going through the front wall as the first arrival of a murderous dinosaur stampede. Everyone panicking, half the attendants already dead, in response to someone saying "RUN!" someone else makes the pointed observation "Run where!?"
Perspective character character ends up deciding "maybe upstairs??". Beyond the clear impression that's not going to help because the building's going to shortly collapse due to dinosaurs crashing through it, this turns out to be an immediate mistake as some kind of raptor/dragon hybrid looking fucker is already coming down from upstairs. Wake up as toothy maw is coming straight for the viewpoint character's face.
... I'm not sure if it was worth waking up at 5 in the morning for that, but there's worse ways to get woke up early. Production values immaculate as always, premise absurd but awesome, easy 7 out of 10 as dreams go. Today's forecast: Rainy with a chance of dinosaur attacks.
Post by: Rolan7 on August 02, 2023, 10:01:59 pm
It was nice. I was still me, just with one masculine arm and one normal- ah, feminine- arm.
I also made myself weightless and hovered around the room for a bit, in a lotus position. Wheeee~
Post by: Egan_BW on August 02, 2023, 11:13:36 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 03, 2023, 12:28:00 pm
Post by: brewer bob on August 03, 2023, 12:48:44 pm
I knew it was a dream since my actual players would have just torched the whole nightclub instead of trying to find the individual heretics
Players are the worst enemy of the gamemaster.
Post by: Haspen on August 05, 2023, 03:14:30 am
So I was a soldier on board of Elf Spaceship because like other Humans I escaped Earth which was ruled by Pleasure Palace Corporation of space slavemaster Mongols ruled by a clone of Genghis Khan, all this explained to me by our Elf Captain in a prologue movie. Along with me were Blonde Soldier, Japanese Soldier, Afro-American Soldier, Arab Soldier, Red-Haired Woman (those were their names on uniforms) and Angry Lady Soldier (totally Ripley from Alien). There were also some elven soldier girls, everyone of them tall, with big tits and super long and pointy ears, because obviously.
Elf Empire was at war with Furry Empire so our spaceship was 'running' (not flying, running, I guess it had legs?) to a nearby colony bombarded by Furry Empire ships, but when we got there the colony was destroyed and we all said 'awwww' out loud. The Elf Captain then yelled through intercom that Ur-Quan (the bad guys from Star Control 2), the newest allies of Furry Empire were boarding the ship and we had to prepare for a fight, but while everyone had some sci-fi weapon I only had a hammer. I hid behind some boxes and hammered some Ur-Quan's toes to the floor while others were engaged in brutal laser fight. Then Angry Lady Soldier burst into the room with laser minigun and began shooting down every Ur-Quan and Afro-American Soldier had to help her keep the minigun steady because it was wobbling.
At the end of the fight only me, Angry Lady Soldier and the Afro-American soldier survived the firefight, so naturally we sat down amongst the corpses because elf maids (aprons and all) brought the dinner. Dinner tasted funny to me and I yelled at Elf Biologist seated next to me that he was trying to poison me, and it turned out his food also tasted funny so he counter-yelled at me. Then I had flashbacks? to the Titty Elf Doctor (yep) who was doing medical checkups on me and Elf Biologist had same dreams for a while so Elf Chaplain (like, Catholic, but Elf) joked that maybe she was Cthulhu spy, but then Afro-American Doctor (who was totally Dr.Franklin from Babylon 5) scanned us with his medical scanner and confirmed we were poisoned with 'boom particles', whatever they were, and these were used to 'boom minds' by the Cthulhus.
So me and Afro-American Soldier went looking for Titty Elf Doctor and we did find her in her quarters, naked and tied up to her bed but then Elf Captain yelled at us through intercom that Titty Elf Doctor was also in medlab at this very moment so we left Titty Elf Doctor as she were and ran to Medlab (which was right around the corner and down the corridor) and there was indeed Titty Elf Doctor, but with blue skin and face full of tentacles under her blonde wig. My soldier buddy grabbed his pistol, I threw my hammer at the Cthulhu spy.
Then I woke up :c
Post by: King Zultan on August 05, 2023, 05:51:48 am
Post by: Haspen on August 05, 2023, 05:56:47 am
Well that sounds like it was an interesting thing to see, to bad you didn't get to see how it ended.
Almost every dream like this ends on a cliffhanger, I think my subcounscious is just trolling me at this point.
Post by: Rolan7 on August 19, 2023, 06:58:16 am
Flash forward, I was someone else in the same setting. I and a coworker were dressed in hazmat suits with funky anti-invader weapons and a recharging shield system. We were methodically clearing yet another old building of invaders. The invaders were still all spooky and glowy red, but we were more scared of our boss. She chastised us for going too fast OR for going too slow- everything needed to be done by protocol. We were footsoldiers, janitors basically, mopping up an everyday hazard of modern life.
We didn't know what the invaders were, though, only how to purge them...
And as we exited through the lobby, non-combat teams entered to clean up the aftermath of our sweep. I won't go into details but it became EXTREMELY clear that humanity had united against the dimensional threat... into a soul-crushing authoritarianism with slavery. Transgender people were a particular target, and it was unspeakable what had been done. I was trans myself, still, but what could I do but continue to keep my head down and do my shitty job?
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 28, 2023, 08:37:26 am
Post by: Rolan7 on August 29, 2023, 11:01:20 am
(My dad's having a surgery today)
I was on a ferry boat with dad, his SO, and his mom (gma). We were heading down a river to The Big City where the best doctors are. Night fell and the skyline was incredible as we boated past it, skyscrapers right up to the shoreline. Some familiar looking, others with artistic or even unreal architectures.
I could tell dad was nervous but he was masking it fine, and I didn't know what to say (as always), so I kept gma company. She was... lucid. Some medical advance had recently cured her dementia. She probably didn't have long to live, but for now she was back. I caught her up with life events she had missed. She was willful and skeptical as ever... I see where dad and I got that from... but always with love, too. It was nice.
We disembarked and got on a bus. I love buses. Dad was walking just fine, actually, so I don't know what surgery he was actually getting in the dream. The city was beautiful and everyone was in good spirits.
We stopped arrived at a... hotel? Hospital? It was actually inspired by Bedlam as portrayed in Fallen London. A long term residence for eccentric people, with world-class service. A gilded sanitarium that didn't feel like a cage, at least in the dream. Very eccentric other guests, though. Perhaps I've been hanging out with particularly unusual people lately. I love the uniqueness of humanity, but sometimes it can be a bit much.
We took a fancy elevator, and... there were other people in it, but they weren't real? Were they literally cardboard cutouts? Yes sometimes, though I think they talked too. I keep thinking they were like shades/ghosts. The elevator ride was otherwise fine. It reminded me of a recent dream where I was trapped in an elevator that fell, but not this time. That wouldn't happen in such an expensive hotel. Everything here was fine.
And I got the feeling that everything was going to be fine with his procedure, too. It was going to be unpleasant, but not that risky. The important thing was to keep him distracted and reassured.
On waking, I felt pretty bad that I haven't actually been doing that.
But I've been ill and maybe contagious. I guess I should call more...
But we've been in touch today, a bit. It's going to be fine.
And they *really* need me early next week for a few days, and I'll be there then. It's a group effort. That's okay.
I would only get in the way right now, and not know what to say.
I told him about this dream where everything goes fine.
Post by: Loud Whispers on August 29, 2023, 11:07:20 am
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Post by: MrRoboto75 on August 31, 2023, 07:15:08 pm
Like, not in a sexy way, just being a couple. Nothing bigger than just hugging.
Post by: Rolan7 on August 31, 2023, 11:42:17 pm
Mostly I remember being helpless while forces buffeted me. Dreams of exhaustion, I suppose. Awful.
There was... an encounter, but it wasn't the persona I've been cultivating. It was that formless dread. From before. The- ha, the "lurking horror" feeling. I felt apprehension. And I addressed it with full confidence: "NO". I didn't insult it this time, I didn't truly reject it, I just... was too tired. Bound in coils of fatigue. I dismissed it temporarily, with the understanding that I will listen again soon.
Dreams of weakness continued... I was a samurai, facing my lord in battle over a matter of honor. I didn't even consider harming him, I only wanted to have a moment to say some last words- but he cut my outstretched arm, ignored my words, and cut my body. I fell, exhausted and depleted.
I woke up after only 2 hours, very upset and eager to live.
Post by: Rolan7 on September 16, 2023, 08:19:16 pm
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I almost forgot my dream but it involved coding (ai?) at my dad's, and in particular there was this purple gnome with a red + blue hat, a bi pride gnome. And me and Kot went exploring in our old basement as kids, I think they were the gnome now, and they tried to play a silly prank and scare me for Halloween and it was fun and we laughed and I woke up with a half remembered tune I don't recognizeOr
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One of my dreamlets was being a hamster, and a nice lady (romantic) was having me run through a little dirt tunnel. Which was scary but I did it because I trusted her and that made her happy (the trust)I'm still not a f'ing Lesbian, this was a dream it doesn't mean anything
Then I got stuck and held back panic because she'd get me out (she did) but I woke up and cleared my throat out
:biflag: :peevish: :karlach_BeOrBeWith:
Post by: Eric Blank on September 16, 2023, 10:18:33 pm
I dreamt last night I was preparing to go on a road trip with my mother, frantically trying to pack everything. There were Coyotes howling in the distance and the dogs were going ballistic. We never actually got anywhere.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 17, 2023, 05:53:40 am
Are you sure it was a dream?Sleeper agent phrase activated
Post by: lemon10 on September 18, 2023, 01:35:03 pm
Satan appeared and I prepared to fight him/escape myself, but he said we needed to talk. I was very suspicious and didn't trust him. Suddenly there was a loud noise, and light appeared from around the corner, I instantly knew it was a giant cycolpsian monster with a single giant eye that projected light. I didn't know what would happen if it saw us, but from how frightened Satan was I knew it would be bad. We kept a small building between us and it, moving to make sure it didn't see us as it moved around looking for us, eventually when it moved enough so there was a clear path for us to escape, and we ran away.
Satan was taking me to his real body, and I realized that he must be piloting his avatar, or he was someone else paralyzed and trapped in merely controlling the body.
We get to the suburbs and go into a garage. In the garage was a car, satan walked into the trunk, and a few seconds later I followed him.
Inside the car was Pickles from Bistro Huddy (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/t3j2krdCAQo). This was so WTF and out of left field that it instantly woke me up as my brain spent like 20 seconds trying to figure out where I knew pickles from.
Post by: Great Order on September 19, 2023, 08:17:49 am
Pretty much the whole thing was about a three way war between some sort of infectious, sentient and malevolent matter (Like, it could spread to any other kind of matter slowly including humans), some sort of vaguely benevolent plants which fell by the wayside fairly quickly, and AI which was either benevolent or malevolent depending on the universe.
Earliest thing I remember was where the matter won, which resulted in it taking over the universe and blowing it up. This resulted in the creation of a multiverse where the same conflict was happening in each universe.
In one universe, the AI was benevolent and helping humanity colonise Mars. The matter wound up managing to infect the planet which resulted in a fight between the two, and eventually the AI "won" because it found out you can slowly convert the matter back to normal matter by using ultra high frequency sound, so it started producing devices that created noise beyond the range of human hearing to fight it off. It didn't completely destroy it because it kept coming back somehow, which dream me thought was bullshit. The colonisation of Mars continued with the war moving into the solar system, and eventually the dream moved into another universe.
This time there was a house infected by the matter. It didn't seem too interested in spreading beyond the house this time, but there was a person living in it who was slowly getting more and more infected. It was letting them keep their form for seemingly no reason beyond finding it amusing to make them suffer. He'd go and meet up with someone who was simultaneously me, my aunt, and Nanny Ogg from the Discworld novels on occasion. For some reason being infected would make him shit, and I'm talking mounds twice his own size. Dunno what was up with that. At the end of the day the matter would kill him and in the morning it'd bring him back to life, none the wiser.
Eventually he started trying to fight back, and the plant thing tried to help. The matter, however, having taken over both him and the house, kept doing things like killing him with spiked tentacles and turning him into some sort of I-have-no-mouth-and-I-must-scream style blob monster. After a lot of fighting he eventually managed to upload his brain with the help of the AI, who would then try to fight the matter. It didn't work, the AI revealed its goal was to actually be the only thinking thing left in the universe, and a glass dome in the garden took off to try and infect the rest of the world. The plant took the person, who was now uninfected, and followed in its wake. The matter noticed and killed them.
Final one took place in some Simpsons/BG3 hybrid world. Homer was infected but knew the way of killing the matter by high pitched sounds, and was also trying to shut down the infected nuclear plant. However, there was someone else who was infected but unaware of it, and didn't realise the matter was manipulating his mind to make him stop Homer. Instead, he was forcing Homer to do other stuff at gunpoint. Homer, knowing that he couldn't get past him, made a series of metal slides and said he was working on a park. He got himself and the other guy to both go down the slide, which started to destroy the matter because it was producing high pitched squeaking sounds. Kept repeating this for a while.
The BG3 came in now, when a party of heroes tried to take out the nuclear plant. Had a monk (me), cleric, fighter and ranger. They approached the plant and found some ducks. Had a nice conversation with them until their heads came off and tentacles erupted from them. Then a massive amount of spiked tentacles erupted from around the nuclear plant, which was now at the bottom of an amphitheater-esque pit. Combat started, which went badly due to the party being both underlevelled and outnumbered.
Repeat the fight with the same results a few times.
Eventually I decided the party should just get out of combat, so after the first round I told everyone to dash and get away. It worked, but everyone was now infected with the matter. Best way to get rid of it was to head home, so I started up that way but the police were after us. The best way to get home was to go via the sewers, which weren't your standard video game sewers where there's loads of space, but instead tiny pipes that you could just about move up by shuffling. Halfway there the police followed up the sewers and we had to hide.
Like so many other dream, unsatisfactory ending, this is where I woke up.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 20, 2023, 08:49:17 am
The only problem was they told everyone the last instance of existence was billions of years away, so after the initial moment of excitement, people were once again forced to go back to their jobs to pay for the existence they already know is numbered. I lost my home in this dream, as a giant servant in the sky caused it to rain perpetual soup upon London, until the river burst its banks and overran everything. I joined an ark as a sailor, where the Captain was cruel and exactly like the bosses of the old ways. He did not let us drink the soup so I led a mutiny and murdered the captain by throwing him overboard with an anchor, drowning him in soup. The crew and I continued our journey, searching for the end of the soup, all the while devising new ways to eat it and cook it, or hunting the things that lived in the soup. The soup itself was a pleasant and lovely thing, but it nourished a great ecosystem of things that lived in it. The great beasts were not what we feared, but the small ones - that multiplied and proliferated their larvae in the nourishing soup. You really had to cook it otherwise the parasites would overtake you and make you into something more onion than man, but we also kept these onion-men as part of the crew, as they retained their wits and were otherwise upstanding sailors. Our ark gained a reputation as a den of soup cultists and ports feared our arrival, but fearing us was irrelevant as the soup was everywhere along the coasts and wherever our arkship could sail, there was soup.
Post by: King Zultan on September 21, 2023, 03:34:04 am
Post by: Eric Blank on September 21, 2023, 11:58:53 am
Besides the game, outside the house, which was not my house but some expansive 2 story mcmansion, the goat pen had attracted additional goats. There were now our 2 goats plus 3 more that showed up out of nowhere. They were roughly the same size and had the same color patterns as ours though. So I corralled all of them into the pasture. One was so small though it routinely squeezed through the 4x4in wire mesh to escape, and then back inside. It was untameable. The other ones kept trying to break out to be with it too. I had to go get them unstuck from the fencing when they got their horns trapped.
Post by: Laterigrade on September 21, 2023, 05:43:22 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 22, 2023, 09:11:38 am
Dreams where you sail upon a sea of good soup are always good dreams.truly nourishing for the soul
Post by: JoshuaFH on September 28, 2023, 02:34:47 am
Really spooked me, cause I have had recurring nightmares about spiders for all my life, and it felt like one of those beasties finally got out onto my wall.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 28, 2023, 05:27:52 am
Twice in my life I've had spiders do that horror movie thing where they descend on a single strand of web right in front of your eye in the middle of the night. Lucky for them I was awake otherwise I'd be a part of that statistical anomaly that eats a few spiders in my sleep every night
Post by: pisskop on September 28, 2023, 06:07:57 am
then they drag me out to their father and he asks me to help restrain their 2 worthless 27 and 28 yr old sons. i protest that im his daughter now but realize im standing up to pee and then dream me becomes suspicious about what the sister's motives were for sleeping with me.
what the hell.
Post by: Rolan7 on September 28, 2023, 08:38:05 am
I dreamed I was an actress in TOS Star Trek, and we (the cast) were watching/re-shooting the movies for some reason. New 3D imaging tech IRL or something. My character was kinda young and silly, but had a star role in the end of the first movie:
A tribe of amazons boarded the Enterprise because they considered my existence to be... mocking them. Both as a physically weak woman, and also as a "fake" woman. I had to resolve a dramatic standoff by disobeying orders and approaching the amazon line.
Defying orders proved that women in Starfleet had more agency than one might think based on the outfits. I brought my personal bow, showing that we still valued martial arts despite having fancy technology. And by offering myself as a sacrifice to end the conflict I showed that I had the force of will they expected from real women. Also a factor: I was crying a whole lot due to empathy for the fallen, which they didn't consider a weakness at all.
Hooray for cultural exchange :D The next movie was the crossover with Star Wars where Wedge Antilles tries to negotiate a peace accord with the imperial remnant known as Star Wars, led by Glass Vader. I had a bit part. Thankfully I woke up. Star Trek movies are truly hit or miss.
Post by: Loud Whispers on September 28, 2023, 08:40:38 am
2. Piss
3. Get out of bed
Post by: Bumber on September 28, 2023, 10:22:24 am
The plaster on the walls seemed to be glowing in constantly changing shapes, and they were distracting me from trying to make out the spider I'd swear was there.
Raw duplication?
Post by: King Zultan on September 29, 2023, 03:51:02 am
1. Wake up in the morningDoing those things in that order will probably not end well for your mattress.
2. Piss
3. Get out of bed
Post by: Rolan7 on September 29, 2023, 09:25:42 am
Anyway it felt really good. I REALLY need a haircut, this simple tail isn't cutting it anymore (ha)
Some old friends invited themselves in and I didn't have time to shave, but I was so happy with my hair that I didn't mind. One of them wandered into my room and that was a bit too much, but I calmed down because my room isn't so bad anymore (I cleaned a bunch yesterday IRL). He was also in a confused, dreamlike state. He kept talking about memory. I've been dealing with a couple of elderly senile people, but also younger people with different yet similar kinds of memory loss and altered consciousness.
Making small talk as I led him back to the rest of our group, I made small talk about Fallen London. It has a magic rainbow including irrigo, the color of forgetting. I used to be obsessed with it. I fake-quoted FL as saying something like "To forget, and then forget you forgot". Like when I used to fully black out, and be blindsided the next day. Compared to the more frustrating amnesia where someone constantly struggles to remember. Both are horrific.
As is having another glimpse of how my face *ought* to look, but having that inevitably fade away because my waking-mind can barely picture a mere apple.
oh plus I've been playing Cyberpunk 2077 again lmao. If you know you know
Post by: Imic on October 02, 2023, 03:14:10 am
Before I ended up in the city though, I had dreamt of another city which was fully modelled nstead of cgi. I built a built a house on the edge of the city where endless hordes of wolves and bears kept wandering around and my attemps to farm honey were met with constant struggle. The city itself was an apocalyptic catastrophe, ruined and filled with looters and scavengers and mutant monsters and so on and so forth. I've no idea how I got from this city to the other one lol.
Post by: Rolan7 on October 02, 2023, 07:43:24 am
Next night I don't remember except that it was frustrating. Probably another engineering-problem dream.
Last night... Oh, there was an outfit! A blouse that looked nice! That's pretty useful actually, I've pulled up some pictures that look similar while the dream is fresh in my mind. Yes!!
I had gone on some grand adventure (contemporary with magical elements?) with an assertive woman and some Jetstream Sam guy. I was hanging out with her afterwards, discussing motivation. The important theme of the dream. Mainly she was trying to explain the difference between Catholicism and Orthodoxy, via a funny diorama where the "Pope" had multiple crowns or something. The details didn't matter. She believed and I didn't, yet I was joining her faith anyway because... hm, it symbolized something. A purpose in life, a motivation. It wasn't *really* a Church though, that was a metaphor for the purpose I've been trying to build again lately. It was social but not authoritarian, and-
Ohhh. There was a part I nearly forgot, where I rested my head against someone's shoulder and just hummed noises. Wow. Yeah. That ties back to another dream, gosh. Uh, point is: community.
Anyway she and I were clothes shopping (this was unrelated to the blouse actually) and she found a wonderful shirt for me to try. It consisted of colorful rectangles of various sizes which fit together nicely but "randomly". She asked me to describe the colors for some reason. There was a lot of khaki, deep red-purple, olive drab, and... a little bit of playfully cheery purple. I identified it as mauve, but mauve was earlier, this was violet. Most of the colors were safe/camo, but this little violet strip represented Pride. She was telling me not to worry, she was buying it for me, and I was holding back happy tears.
I almost objected at the size but then I remembered that my shirt size is smaller these days~
Post by: Laterigrade on October 11, 2023, 12:52:44 am
Post by: Eric Blank on October 16, 2023, 04:14:37 am
Post by: Magmacube_tr on October 16, 2023, 05:18:18 pm
Like, I come close to realising that it is a dream, at least once every dream. In some long dreams, dozens of times. But each time I start to think about the unlikeliness, weirdness and/or impossibility of the events, my mind conjures a relevant thought, completely fabricates a very vivid memory, or just makes semi-random shit happen that halts that train of thought.
Like, for example. I was dreaming of preparing homework for an university course. Homework was to be sent digitally and involved drawing a painting and then describing it in English under multiple panels. I saw this, and started to question how drawing stuff could help with any of my general curriculum. I then answered myself with it being helpful for describing abstract thoughts in English better. O...kay? But I am already well versed in it, why do I need- Wait, which course is this work even for? I don't remember seeing anything like this before?! I take no such course!
Then I 'recollect' an extremely vivid memory where I was doing a very similar coursework "the previous year", with painting and describing it in text boxes and all, and that this course I am currently doing the work for is a continuation of that previous years course. That shuts me up and the dream continues until my alarm wakes me up.
What is this? And why is this?
Post by: zhijinghaofromchina on October 24, 2023, 10:11:52 am
Each time I got this nightmare , I felt like giving up all hope , really terrible.
My life in high school sounds like life in the hell , right? But without this life I would not become a well-rounded student in the ShanDong University .
Post by: Rolan7 on November 05, 2023, 03:27:56 am
A lot of people were screwing around with this new public good, racing and bumping each other's vines. Motorists amirite? Some were twisting their vines together as... a joke... Oh, my. I didn't get that before <3
Inspired by many hours on the road, thoughts of mortality and public works, and of all the memories my friends and I have forgotten. We (humans) curate what experiences we keep, though often subconsciously. Dreams/sleep are a big component of that. So is social media/phones
Later I was walking in that post-mortality world. Alex Jones was still around, preaching hatred in a West Virginia town I saw today. I crashed it in my underwear, in which I'm very clearly a woman. He sent someone to chase me down, but she let me go.
Spoiler: Twitter tragedy who inspired that (click to show/hide)
Post by: Laterigrade on November 05, 2023, 09:49:53 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 05, 2023, 11:22:28 am
Now there were a lot of us, so fish man had clever tactics. He wouldn't waste any energy - he would grab someone, throw a weighted net on them and then move on to the next poor chap. In theory you could free yourself before you drowned, but in practice not really. I got the impression all of the games were like that - the impression of "fairness" in that you could potentially clear everything, but in practice you were just praying the fish man targeted the guy next to you and not you.
No one wanted to be the first. No one wanted to be the last. We saw what happened to the group ahead of us; whether they were clever or dumb, fast or slow, the fish man was in his element and had free reign to pick and choose who to go for. In my group I ask everyone to listen to me before we suffer the same fate. I point out to them "look, they called this a competition but there are no rules against working together" and I suggest we all go in the water together and stay calm, link arms. We go in, and I spend the whole time telling people to stay calm as the urge to panic is pretty intense when you see the fish man coming for you. Fish man is trying to drag people away, to throw his net over us, but our combined power and mass is unstoppable. The most dangerous part neared the end where we had to break formation to actually climb out of the water, but the people who climb up onto land do their best to make sure no one is dragged behind and after threatening to drag the fish man onto dry land, the fish man panics and lets go of our last people. We make it across with no casualties, for the first time in the game's history. At this point some important looking people show up and begin discussing whether to give the fish man a spear to stop people copying our tactics, at which point the other important looking guy says "no, otherwise no one would pass. Besides, the audience loves this, it's novel!" And that's when I woke up
Post by: Rolan7 on November 09, 2023, 09:39:11 am
It wasn't the worst place to be trapped, a rainy dark image of my childhood home. I controlled my breathing and considered exploring the attic.
Same night: I was part of the 8-Bit Theater, Final Fantasy 1 team. Oddly I wasn't red mage, despite accepting the obscure fanon that she's trans. It wasn't clear who I was. We were at a different childhood home which had originally belonged to a great-aunt, though with many liberties. She was the villain actually. As we did the typical JRPG attacks, she monologued her plan about dominating the local homeowner's association, trading favors and bribes to get really petty considerations. And slighting her rivals by adjusting their trash pickup, that sort of thing. It would have been funny except she was a hell of a boss fight.
We got her down several stages, she was a reptilian dragon-like creature now. But we were tired and sloppy, and my teammates fell. I could rescue them, but first I hid behind a wall and tried to think. This felt impossible, even though we'd made progress. I felt utterly drained. I snuck out of cover and grabbed Red Mage's corpse (a hat- "dead" characters became easily-carried objects). I spat on my hands, wriggled them sidereal, and exclaimed "Life!" in hopes that I could BS reality into casting one more spell. Didn't work this time.
She had a little IT room to manage her corporate-level internet connection which she didn't understand and barely used, but enjoyed the status of having.
Out of resigned desperation I dragged myself to an interior balcony (liberties with the house layout- or maybe representing the time the ceiling fell). There were grandfather clocks up there containing rare DND source books. I shoved one over the edge. I couldn't even see whether it landed near her, but she stopped monologuing. I shoved down the other just in case.
I made my way down. She was like a draconic alligator, flattened and unconscious but still moving. I had an axe. White mages wield hammers and axes. I was the healer and the girl, of course I was. It was so heavy to lift, but I began doing what I could.
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 09, 2023, 09:47:53 am
Post by: Rolan7 on November 09, 2023, 10:07:18 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 09, 2023, 10:23:58 am
Hell yeah~ I was expecting the "Flat Fuck Friday" song but this might be better :PWe'll just have to mentally substitute the lyrics to flatigator with our minds
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 10, 2023, 05:09:21 am
Post by: Haspen on November 19, 2023, 01:56:24 am
The anime was called Nano Gundam but it was about cute and/or handsome assassin boys who were actually nanobot-powered clones of their original bodies. Public calls them 'nano-clones' and they can be recognized because their eye whites are light blue and actual irises are blinking LEDs. So first episode establishes this as 12 of them (implied to be more elsewhere) arrives at a space station. Fire Hair with Earring, Cute Young Blonde and Green-Hair Leader talk about their mission, which is to find a 'defective' evil nano-clone apparently owned by Evil Agency (as opposed to Police Agency they are working for). And indeed, when they go to sleep mode, an evil Cute Young Blonde clone wakes up in cargo storage. He slinks away and starts murdering random maintenance people and then escapes into station's commercial mall, and starts killing civilians. Cute Young Blonde (real) wakes up to internal alert and runs to the mall, and battles Cute Young Blonde (defective). Its awesome scene of fluid motions and limb-extendo-flailing because when your body is partially nanobots you can be basically flesh-bender. The defective Blonde seems to gain upper hand and dismembers the real Blonde partially until Fire Hair with Earring and Short Tanned Bald guy arrive, overpowering and eviscerating the defective Blonde, then burning his nanobots (tiny metal spiders) with lasers. Green-Hair Leader and others arrive at end and the Leader realizes that real Blonde is in life-threatening danger, so they put him in stasis pod and charter a spaceship to deliver him to Police Agency HQ.
Elsewhere, a balding servant meets with ominous, bearded, eye-path wearing man and reports that 'operation was failure'. This pisses off the bearded guy and he calls for Tall, Dark and Handsome guy to kill the balding servant (who turns to be head of clone research group), and he does it by tearing the bald guy's head off. Tall Dark and Handsome guy has light blue eyes and LED irises, so he is nanobot clone, and he kneels before the eye-path dude, who vows that he will restore Anezka (his daughter) and bring down Police Agency and its nanobot-clones.
The anime then switched views to a typical anime mansion in a snowy land, where a dark-haired girl on a wheelchair is sleeping. But psych, she opens her eyes, and turns out she is also a nanobot-clone because of the LED eyes. And this is how episode 1 ended.
I remember that I then went to Discord and yelled at Furtuka for not telling me about this series until now and he got angry and went to buy some popcorn apparently.
and THEN I started watching episode 2
it started with some old, muscular man in fluid tank. He swam up to a recovering Tall Blonde and Handsome nanobot-clone and absorbs him somehow, the two becoming basically a younger version of the old muscular man.
Then the anime switched to Police Agency station, which had a fluid tank (established as where damaged nanobot-clones are rebuilt) built under the ground of a greenery park, with small glass-covered dome where scientists resided. Cute Young Blonde was recovering there, along with Silver-Haired Tall nanobot-clone. The lead scientist was some young genius girl, very optimistic that 'she can improve the formula'. That's when Silver-Hair and Cute-Blonde wake up and emerge from the fluid, startling the scientists. The two then go on waxing philosophical to the chipper scientist girl, asking about life, their cloning, themselves, and if they are the same person after so many rebuildings, and if they are different people if they merge (and they do in front of her, making all sort of bone-breaking, flesh-squishy noises), or if they lost themselves or their 'souls'. This leaves the scientist girl rather depressed.
Another scene and some tundra-base at night is being approached by an army of grotesque Caterpies with glowing eyes, led by Tall Dark and Handsome nanobot-guy from episode 1. He smirks and vows that this time, they will obtain ALL the clone templates and go on conquering the galaxy.
And that's when I woke up >:(
Post by: Egan_BW on November 19, 2023, 02:04:04 am
Post by: Haspen on November 19, 2023, 03:19:13 am
Post by: Rolan7 on November 19, 2023, 12:12:30 pm
Can you even imagine
It's weird that I still can
Post by: Egan_BW on November 19, 2023, 02:20:25 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 19, 2023, 04:11:10 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on November 20, 2023, 06:05:12 pm
Post by: McTraveller on November 21, 2023, 07:25:57 am
(My wife punched me in my sleep, because apparently I was yelling... I remember I was yelling at the raptors in the dream...)
Post by: Rolan7 on November 22, 2023, 08:32:22 am
Suffice to say I advanced the Liberation of Night, by liberating biological sex. A wonderful gift many would resent me for, as the old world order crumbled. Intense, angry dream.
Post by: Eric Blank on November 22, 2023, 09:54:37 pm
Post by: Maximum™ on November 24, 2023, 12:07:56 pm
She is annoyed and puts in her headphones and we headed down a staircase to see what was happening when I noticed one gorilla was starting to threaten two chicks trying to hide so I tossed a rock into the parking lot behind the gorilla and it went that way before I hear the missus START SINGING WITH HER MUSIC BEHIND ME.
I cover her mouth and motion that she needs to shut the fuck up there is a gorilla RIGHT THERE and she's like even more irritated so I'm trying to hurry her back up the stairs to the truck so we can escape and wake up laughing at the absurdity and tension of it all.
Post by: MCreeper on November 25, 2023, 09:02:53 pm
Post by: hedgerow on November 26, 2023, 10:10:02 am
Those mischievous shadow raptors escaped their basement cages and were roaming around the house.
(My wife punched me in my sleep, because apparently I was yelling... I remember I was yelling at the raptors in the dream...)
I actually rolled off my bed frame once at 24 and that was the most earthbound dream I can recall.
Post by: Rolan7 on November 26, 2023, 10:54:15 am
The point was that I could be a positive influence and a role model without understanding everything, as long as I kept an open mind. Nice lesson. Now they needed help with sports, and I provided emotional support and warned against the dangers of overtraining.
They were going to be alright :)
Previous dream: Bill Gates had retired to open a retro media store, mostly a bookstore but with old video game cartridges. Being a dream, it was a dusty place and he was running it himself. I showed up with some nerd friends. We were impressed, and I was very glad that all these things were preserved, but I didn't find myself wanting to actually buy any for myself. Through shenanigans I had to pick one thing, and I ended up drawing out the decision.
There were Atari/NES cartridges, programming guides for dead languages, RPG source books, and everything Star Wars (I confused Gates and Lucas a little). I almost got a physical copy of the VtR Mekhet book, a personal favorite and fun read, but instead I embraced my queerness by buying a collection of short stories about bisexual stormtroopers/commandos.
(which... I think is real, sorta? I remember there being a collection of EU short stories which included a gay man serving on one of the death stars. But I haven't read it yet)
(I love fanfic about trans, especially NB, clone troopers in SW. There's a lovely amount of it)
Example (zero lewd, CW: aftermath of war) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20115925/chapters/47654023
Post by: Rolan7 on November 27, 2023, 08:02:28 am
But I was smarter than the corruption. I quarantined sections and purged systems and contained the spread. When I was successful, a team of marines and techs arrived and finished the project. They ignored me, just a maintenance droid, which was a relief. There was a massive sealed vault at the rear of the ship which had kept the core of the experiment clean. Now the door became permeable, and blind bulbous cat-sized creatures began sliding through it. They were the future of humanity somehow.
A memory fragment- scrollable like a braindance. A NASA astronaut in a greenhouse patching micrometeorite holes. She peered carefully at one, and silently two more appeared nearby. She turned and fled, moving deliberately in the low-gravity exosuit, shouting over the comm to her [sister]. Their commander was inside already but he was... a traitor? He had sealed the airlock and the conduit was losing air fast, I could feel it (I was breathing?).
(I scrolled back and forth, reliving the final moment. She was me. NASA had been monitoring the space lab from this outpost, but the megacorp had arranged this "accident" and killed me. And brought me back.)
I was a child riding with their father through country backroads at a breakneck pace. We were avoiding the road, in case any cops were still out there. The world was ending, just like he'd always said. funny, the world looked fine. The child's mother was on speakerphone, oblivious, whining and nagging. The father lied for a while, then flicked a switch and put a finger to his mouth. A chat-bot handled his side of the conversation now. I just nodded and rode.
We arrived at a dusty shack far from civilization. There were maybe 50 people, of all ages and walks of life. Many children. There was a plan, think doomsday cult. Reassuring voices bid me sit down in a chair. Far too reassuring, I craned my neck and saw one of the young children approaching and stammered and did my best to relax as she jabbed me. It wasn't nearly as bad as I expected, the anticipation's always the worst part.
There was a boy a lot like me, but with curly hair. And an actual boy, maybe. He was so scared but he didn't have a choice either. I got him to infodump a little which helped. I told him I hoped we would be friends in the new future and I meant it.
He didn't make it.
Most of them didn't make it.
A dozen of us made it, and we were having a party. A very diverse group of demigods, immune to the apocalypse, and ready to rule the new world according to our personal ethos. Mature lib types were particularly well-represented and buoyed the mood of tolerance and relief- there was plenty of room for the more regressive types to do their own thing, apparently.
One liberal matron tried to comfort me. She insisted that the boy had probably been trans like me, and liked this theory enough to only refer to him with she/her, and that of course I was taking his death so hard because "[he] was like you".
she was trying, I guess
It was deeply unpleasant.
The only other flaw in our brave new world was one other survivor. A quiet, angry, wirey man. The yakking trailed off as he stumbled back in the room, hunched (or coiled) and judging. Nervous voices greeted him with fake relief at his recovery. They believed him to still be dying, but rudely holding on far longer than anyone else. I don't know if he was or not. Most of us were just lucky recruits, he had been a core architect.
He didn't say anything, though. Merely his presence was enough to shame the room with the memories of the dead they- we- were supposedly toasting.
I kinda liked this guy.
Post by: Telgin on November 27, 2023, 11:16:43 pm
Then my dream transitioned into some kind of first person shooter and I don't remember what happened afterward. A ton of my dreams end up being me in a first person shooter where I can "hit the escape key" in my head to bring up a game menu and quit.
Post by: Loud Whispers on November 28, 2023, 01:48:27 pm
Post by: McTraveller on November 28, 2023, 02:57:55 pm
The drones looked, for the most part, like the broken massage-bot in WALL-E, but they could fire death lasers from the sky like in Alice in Borderlands.
Post by: Maximum™ on November 28, 2023, 06:26:13 pm
Reminds me of the dude who escaped his nightmares because he could always mentally impose a submenu with an escape option that would wake him upI reach up and grab an ejector seat handle and it kicks me out.
Main thing I remember from last night was a chick who sounded like Tuca from Tuca and Birdie (can't remember her name) asking me and the missus what we thought we were doing, I quip "whatever the hell I feel like doing" and she says she was just kidding, but this space is supposed to be for customers, not loitering teenagers, missus and I pause, turn to each other and say "teenagers? thank you" and I anticipated a sitcom laughtrack to kick in so much it woke me up when it didn't happen.
Post by: Egan_BW on November 28, 2023, 10:52:02 pm
Reminds me of the dude who escaped his nightmares because he could always mentally impose a submenu with an escape option that would wake him upDammit. Hitting esc never works for me. :(
Post by: Eric Blank on November 28, 2023, 11:01:38 pm
Post by: King Zultan on November 29, 2023, 01:28:42 am
Post by: Rolan7 on November 29, 2023, 11:00:42 am
Sometimes I think I've done it but I've actually fallen back asleep, and those are the most annoying dreams.
This time my mother was driving me and some other me's. Once again we were going much too fast, maybe I was back in the apocalypse dream from before. We were following a cliff by the ocean, she always loved the beach. She drove us down a ramp onto a loooong flat table of rock cut out from the cliff. Like an unfinished Minecraft project.
The table had an end, and we were headed right for it. I warned her and we skidded to a stop, the front wheels hanging off the edge. I remember thinking it was dream-like yet didn't realize it was a dream. I was so relieved, particularly as she was able to reverse the car (rear wheel drive, I remember observing).
But we kept reversing, faster and faster. I had already spoken up once and remained quiet, not wanting to be a bother. We careened off the opposite end of the table. A male me warned us to hold our breath and I did, just in time. Water rushed in impossibly fast. I remained eerily calm, taking my time to unfasten my safety harness. Surely this was all okay, some plan I didn't understand, and if I remained calm I'd be just fine. My male counterpart was scrambling to unbuckle me, panicking.
I looked up at how far away the surface was, and woke myself up.
Post by: None on November 29, 2023, 12:26:26 pm
i think i was trying to drive after my partner who stole my friend Dan's truck?
Post by: Rolan7 on December 01, 2023, 10:00:23 am
Later us staff were sat on bleachers waiting for a speech. I was with the other women but I was the only one with my legs crossed, bluh. I was bored and disillusioned and everything felt so pointless and fake. Then the lady to my left whispered "You know that was a clone, right?". In the dream this was a far-left conspiracy theory about Roosevelt. I was lib in the dream but I didn't care, I was in the perfect mood to hear about socialism and the Black Panthers and anything to be honest. Please please PLEASE infodump at me, friendly "communist" (actually anarcho-socialist) agent.
Post by: Akura on December 05, 2023, 12:13:08 pm
Post by: Telgin on December 05, 2023, 11:53:24 pm
It's weird. It's like your brain knows it can't do anything about the situation so it makes up nonsense.
Post by: hector13 on December 06, 2023, 12:20:23 am
Post by: King Zultan on December 06, 2023, 03:41:36 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 07, 2023, 09:33:57 am
Post by: Eric Blank on December 07, 2023, 10:05:55 pm
So the dragon and the fighter pilot get into a dog fight, with the fighter being mostly able to outpace the dragon, attempted to shoot it with his cannons again and ended up flying through its fire breath, which overheated its engines or disabled it in some way. The pilot lost all control and the dragon flew up next to it and started peeling open the side of the plane. This scene had really awful CGI, like the dragon was just a bunch of blue polygons from like an N64 game, and I remember making remarks to that effect. Anyway the pilot ejected from the plane, but before his parachute could even open the dragon swooped back around and ate him.
Then the movie returned focus to the main characters who had taken refuge again in an underground parking garage, and were trying to figure out what to do next. They tried to get into a crawlspace that only contained a plywood box with a little slot in the front and another on top, which had a shallow ramp going down into it. One guy opened the box to reveal a bunch of teeny pegs that looked kinda like LEGOs. The dream switched to a first person perspective of him arranging these little Lego peg-men, which now were proper people, to fight the two dragons living in their crate, which were also tiny miniatures. The crate had two of these little rooms there at the bottom and the rest was a maze of narrow plywood corridors. The little knights had to navigate the maze, and eventually encountered the dragons on the highest level.
The dragons went up the ramp to the top of the box, and were revealed to be hydras, with no wings or fire breath, but very long tails and necks, which could grow back if split or injured. The knights tried to fight them but many died and they were forced to retreat back into the box, with the hydras pursuing them into the maze as they descended. Eventually only one knight made it to rooms at the bottom of the maze, while many others were still lost and fighting the hydras and now apparently others. From outside the box, the viewers could only guess where they were or what was going on from the appearance of yellow or red exclamation marks denoting sounds of movement and combat, like in adventure mode in dwarf fortress. The exclamation marks showed through the box and marked the rough positions of where things were taking place in 3d space inside.
The viewers added more reinforcements and tried again to have the knights go into the maze and slay the hydras, but now in the maze the hydras and the mini/baby dragons had even more of an upper hand, because the mini dragons could ambush the knights among the dark passages and the hydras could loop their necks through the passages and attack the knights and then retract their necks back out of reach. That ended after a while, and the dream moved on to another unrelated part about being a cyberpunk bounty hunter in a team trying to catch some goons/rescue someone that had been kidnapped in the streets of a city and eventually trying to catch birds in a grassy field behind their offices/warehouse
I feel like I'm on drugs
Post by: nenjin on December 08, 2023, 01:58:18 pm
For context, I used to have anxiety dreams all through high school and college. They took a very specific form there.
In this dream, I was traveling to somewhere in Europe. The first part started off well enough. I feel like I was in some Scandinavian country. All snow and alpine forests. A picturesque journey so far.
After I arrive at my hotel, which is sort of a weird mix of open floor plan home and hotel, is when the anxiety set in.
I believe my reason for my travel in my dream was weed tourism. (I've been visiting a lot of dispensaries on my work trips lately, so that tracks.)
After I'd settled in though I started panicking. I couldn't remember what the next stop of my trip was, like being on a business trip but not remembering your itinerary.
So half my dream is things going on around me while I STRUGGLE to even enter my password on my phone to get at my apps and itinerary. (Because I guess FaceID doesn't work in your dreams.) Various people are in my dream doing various things and yet here I am, face buried in my phone, desperately trying to key in my passcode with fat fingers. Sometimes I get distracted, moving around and have to start over. Other times I just key it in too fast. This goes on and on and on, the constant drum beat to everything else going on around me. I have a minuscule crack on my real life phone's display. In my dream this crack begins to expand, making it harder to type things and making me think my phone is about to become unusable. Even as I and a group of people head into the city to see the sites, I'm still there, panicking, trying to figure out where I need to go next. Where I need to be when so I don't screw up my trip. (Read as: life.) At one point I even forget where I actually traveled to, and feel embarrassment at the idea of asking the hotel staff what country I'm in.
This is one of those instances where a dream really is the amalgamation of all the facets of your daily life, condensed. I've been traveling constantly, trying to keep things straight at work, going from one project to the next, to the point in real life I started feeling like I was losing the plot. There's various romantic things happening around me or to me in the dream too, and that also tracks with what this year has been about. I always hated these dreams in high school and college because I knew exactly what they were about and yet couldn't escape experiencing them over and over. They'd leave me exhausted upon waking up and I'd have no desire to get on with my day because of them.
I'd realized a few years into my job that I wasn't having them anymore, and that was a relief. So I'm kind of unnerved that they're back in a new form, tailored to who I am these days.
Post by: Rolan7 on December 08, 2023, 05:21:42 pm
Our ruler, clad in gold and gems, diablerized a pair of debutantes. I... don't think they struggled. We were all performing a social dance, and they didn't break step. My performance had simply been better, and I glowed with pride.
(three nights ago)
I was back in college and had joined a group of occult computer programmers. Vaguely vampiric. But for now I was alone in my dorm room, struggling with anxiety and confusion. I felt unworthy of my new friends. I wanted to tell them... I think a blood bond was compelling me to trust them, but my rational mind was saying they would eat me if I told them the truth. Or was that just anxiety?
As I struggled to think clearly, the... Burger King... phased through my door. I wasn't surprised to be hallucinating, just annoyed. I told him to fuck off and shoved him, only to be astonished to find him corporeal. He laughed and asked if I often yelled at hallucinations. "Typical kitty..." (There was a little Fallen London in play, here- this was a Devil, and my character is an honorary cat (dream-guardian))
He was from Financial Services, but all he wanted was to congratulate me on last night... he said with a wink, leaving. Last night? I couldn't remember last night, it was blank. Blacked out. Fuck, not again. I had broken my sobriety for one celebratory drink with my new coterie. What had I done??
I rushed to my friends. They were expecting me, three of them. Dark figures, leaning against the walls of the tiny room, staring at me.
"I think I blacked out"
"Yeah, no shit (chuckle). It's alright."
The center one... was it the man or the enby? They beckoned me forwards and tilted my chin up. Their third eye peeled open and it was a starry void. This was fine. I was among friends, no, family. Of course I didn't have their skills yet, but they would share with me.
But something was wrong. The me to my left launched an audio file. Instrumental, I think. It was compelling, and it didn't belong here, in us. It was a hypnotic trigger, a bad one, something I'd let into our mind last night. I struggled to move, stumbling towards the phone. Telling us not to listen. I was beginning to remember something but it was important not to remember, to stop the song, to end this thought.
I ripped the dream apart and lay there in the dark, feeling extremely alone. I told a friend about it and felt better. Eventually fell back asleep, had nicer dreams.
Post by: Eric Blank on December 09, 2023, 05:50:22 pm
Post by: Laterigrade on December 10, 2023, 01:54:20 am
Had such a strange set of dreams last night. Mostly centred around some horrible unpleasant sexual relationship I was having with this amorphous character that kept being and doing different unpleasant things that I didn’t like at all. It was awkward and nasty. I’m not really sure what it means. Not that it has to mean something but it was so strange. A little fucked up, too.Had a sexual dream, last night — it wasn’t perfect, but it was more pleasant than this one, which is good, I think. Progress, healing.
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 10, 2023, 07:15:49 am
I dreamed I was being forced to eat broken light bulbs and glass, and started vomiting up blood. I woke up with severe heartburn I don't remember the context of the dreamthe dietary benefits of glaxxmaxxing remain inconclusive
also I dreamed I was on a battlecruiser with an armoured prow that was just plowing through some sheets of ice. I kept checking our fix on our charts and setting our next plots but kept getting seasick. I was sure we were on course and the helmsman was keeping us steady and away from icebergs (weren't worried about colliding with one, but we were worried about one flipping over and capsizing us). I left the bridge to get some fresh air. The air outside was about 4 degrees. It confused me, because no matter where or how far we sailed, there was no land. We maintained an easterly bearing so we knew we weren't going in circles. Yet there was no land. I asked the Captain to drop anchor and send some divers down to see what was below us, which is when the dream ended
Post by: King Zultan on December 12, 2023, 02:37:22 am
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 13, 2023, 09:22:01 am
Sounds kind of like waterworld but in the antarctic which is probably the worst place to be in a flooded world.I can't tell if it would be worse to be in the antarctic or the atlantic in an ocean world. Maybe you could combine the two to get the worst of both worlds. Giant rogue waves carrying massive ice bergs, huge violent storms and tumultuous sea states in freezing cold wind and rain
Post by: King Zultan on December 14, 2023, 03:34:32 am
Thinking about it that would make for a pretty cool setting for a movie.Sounds kind of like waterworld but in the antarctic which is probably the worst place to be in a flooded world.I can't tell if it would be worse to be in the antarctic or the atlantic in an ocean world. Maybe you could combine the two to get the worst of both worlds. Giant rogue waves carrying massive ice bergs, huge violent storms and tumultuous sea states in freezing cold wind and rain
Post by: Eric Blank on December 14, 2023, 06:11:48 pm
Post by: Loud Whispers on December 16, 2023, 02:00:35 pm
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18/12/2023
this morning I dreamed I was in bed. And then I looked to my right and saw Gimli
Gimli asked me: "Have you found the hobbits yet?"
I said "No."
Gimli shouted "WELL WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR THEN?"
I grabbed Gimli's hand and leapt out of bed. However, I leapt out of bed in real life too. So I was standing in my room, fully awake, with no Gimli.
Post by: Akura on December 28, 2023, 06:31:43 am
Not sure what that was about, although it could be anxiety over the fact that my mom is trying to get another dog in the next couple of weeks.
Post by: Rolan7 on December 30, 2023, 03:30:29 pm
I was in a new content update for Fallen London where I could arrange items- most of which are concepts like "gossip" or "enigmas"- on a grid. By setting up two intersecting lines of such items, I could alchemize new items at the intersection. The longer the more efficient, which made me worried about the action economy... always about optimization in these dreams. I was following the suggestions at first and alchemizing moderately useful rewards, but I (accidentally?) put some hell-brandy in one row, mixing it with gossip. The result was a new item not present in the actual game. Some sort of Infernal secret shaped like seeking red roots...
Oh, I get it now. The mysterious and intimate blue flower you can acquire by walking the road to hell.
I know why these roots were red, too. Subtle.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 01, 2024, 05:45:12 pm
Post by: Magmacube_tr on January 04, 2024, 01:53:28 am
1: Random incomprehensible bullshit.
2: "Good" dreams where I am in some adventure or roadtrip.
3: Nightmares with psychological horror aspects. No monsters, instead slow, gradual apocalyptic events that invoke a sense of impending doom.
4: Dreams where I am in a video game as an immaterial will. Game is oftenly an RTS or grand strategy game with interstellar scifi themes. These games I play do not exist IRL, but do borrow aspects from ones that do exist.
5: Dreams where my own mind echoes back to me. They always feel fuzzy.
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 11, 2024, 08:14:04 pm
Post by: Magmacube_tr on January 13, 2024, 04:14:41 pm
The dream context was the game was a sandbox that simulated a flanderised version of an otherwise pretty realistic universe. Aside from the technicolor everything and very tiny planets, it was a mirror reflection of the actual universe. Desolate, cold, silent, lifeless.
I was sitting on a planet with purple rocks and orange atmosphere without clouds. It was sunset, or dawn. The single sun shone brightly on the horizon, and faint white stars decorated the blackness above it. Nothing lived on this nameless rock. I got bored. I decided to move on, ascending off the planet to never return. I think I had a spaceship? Or I was the ship?
I knew that other players existed. Many thousands of them. In civilised space, residing in numerous stellar empires and harvesting entire planets and building fancy houses and cataloguing border worlds and doing whatever. I also knew that I was currently deep in uncharted space, where none of this was occuring, and wouldn't occur for a very long time.
I wandered around from star to star. More lifeless rocks and gaseous orbs greeted me. Each barren, each empty. I was searching for life. I knew inniately that life existed in this universe. It was just extremely rare.
I never ended up finding it. The dream stretched on, and on, and on, more dead worlds, more empty wastelands and vacant skies.
At last, I landed over a flat plain of light brown rock under a dim star in the morning. I did nothing again.
Then I woke up.
Post by: Rolan7 on January 25, 2024, 07:59:52 am
This leader was also essentially the Silvenor. A beautiful elf prince, androgynous, decadent and whimsical as his city. The city/he was joining the Stormcloak rebellion as a lark. He spoke loftily about the tyranny of the Empire, and of authority in general, but it was all so theoretical. It had to be, because he embodied a genuine non-imperial utopian state. His land was too powerful for the Empire to truly oppress, and even the proportional tax was easily paid from the land's excess.
My character had her own reasons for opposing the Empire, but now I wonder if they were good ones. More personal, at least. I think the Stormcloaks were less ethno-state, more an empire-wide movement for independent diverse city-states/communities.
Very strange
Anyway the Elf of Dreams wanted me to poison the fortress-city of Whiterun, capital of Skyrim and seat of Imperial authority. The poison was a basket of tiny red berries. As an alchemist I was confused, these would only cause some incontinence and fatigue. It was more of a prank than an attack. (had these been part of his feast? They were oddly on-hand)
Silly cloistered dream-prince, cluelessly choosing such a harmless "poison". How fortunate he chose someone competent...
(In the dream I blamed a game-lore disconnect and/or the Prince being stupid. The idea that he wanted to troll a murderous adventurer didn't occur to me. I probably wasn't going to poison a city, but I was considering it as an expression of my competence. Possibly for revenge too, though usually I'm far more selective even in revenge fantasies)
(Generally an annoying dream caused by fitful congested sleep. Obviously I was the NB Prince as well as the hard adventureress, and this was expressing a valid concern that I'm out of touch about the social issues I care about. Introspection sucks, grr.)
(Oh and the berries represented alcohol)
Post by: Loud Whispers on January 25, 2024, 12:05:46 pm
A snake chased me later in the day and I jumped from lily pad to lily pad. I was sure the snake wouldn't be able to follow, but underestimated how snakes that small totally can follow you on a lily pad. I jumped into the river, shouting "don't bite my ass" as the snake nearly bit my ass
When I emerged much farther downstream, I came upon a curious sight. A scorpion wanted to cross the river
The scorpion said to me "I wish to cross the river. I will not sting you, because if I sting you, we will both drown."
I was hungry
I ate the scorpion
the venom was spicy
Post by: Eric Blank on January 25, 2024, 03:02:51 pm
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Dreamed yesterday of trying to blow my nose and just spewing off color raw eggs, like gobs and gobs of goopy, jiggly clear snot with rotten green cores. Woke up to not being able to breathe out of my nose at all from congestion.
Last night I dreamed I was checking out the school my nephew would be going to. They had a long path down a wooded hillside bordering a field above downtown where kids who lived uphill would walk down. Reminded me of my childhood where across the street from the elementary was a block that was never developed or cut, so everyone on that side of town would cross the street and cut through the woods down a nice forest trail before continuing our walk/bike ride home. This trail was much longer, maybe half a mile or more, and it was winter so it was snowed over, deep. It was very hard to wade through it all. At the bottom it ended next to a parking lot. The school itself seemed too small for the whole town, maybe it was only a kindergarten.
Then on my way back I stopped at a gym at the top of the hill to shower, and met my brother there with one of his friends. Realized I never brought a towel. My brother starts ranting and getting angry and telling me to give him something, I didn't understand what, and I thought no, I'm just gonna buy one from the gym. Then while digging through my pockets I dropped some change that rolled away down into the opposite corner of the locker room under a sink. I went over to grab it and found a bunch of other change people had dropped, including a nickel that had been cut in half in an odd way. It had a jagged edge like it would have been cut multiple times in order to sever it in half fully. I gave one half to my brothers' friend before continuing to my shower. Then I found a bunch of sections of gold coins that had also been shaved off, like from the outer edge spiraling inwards. Lot of money lost/being cut up in that gym.
Post by: MCreeper on March 06, 2024, 03:40:28 am
Post by: Rolan7 on March 29, 2024, 07:11:42 am
I guess the dream I came here to share was also about trying to act allistic...
I was living at dad's beach house with him and my brother. This was back in the internet security days, except brother was working with us too. There was a big social party (there was always so much... networking, haha, in that job).
Jordan Peterson and Ben Shapiro were in attendance. Dad technically didn't like them but he's a lib, and they were guests. I was in a nice femme outfit, maybe even passing, and really wanted to get a selfie with them to show off online (to mock them by associating them with a tran...s person like me). But brother stopped me, insisting that it was against the law somehow, they had lawyers and protections. I said "But they're in my home! [I do have value here, right?]" and he just offered sympathy for my naivety. He didn't have my back. (He was always better at socializing, and often had to help me with social rules because I was autistic!!!)
I isolated myself to avoid making a scene, passing through a network of bathrooms and changing rooms in the basement. I kept plotting but I knew I wouldn't actually do anything. I had to try to behave well, obediently, to make up for all my social mistakes.
As I returned upstairs, calmer, I heard my dad talking about trans people as a dying trend. "Do you know any trans people? I don't." he said. I blacked out from frustration.
I woke up in a chair behind him and brother. They were working on a web threat together. I saw they could use my help. I wanted to help them, but I was still in so much pain and they didn't see me. I started sobbing, as quietly as I could, yet wanting them to hear. They didn't. I looked at the web threat and my mind shifted to be more analytical, less social. This ruined the last of my "filters" which translate my thoughts for normal people.
I started rambling despite myself. Usually I transcribe or echoing an inner voice I've scanned for mistakes[notions which upset people]. Instead I was just speaking. Purely in metaphors and references. They didn't understand a word. They didn't know me.
Post by: Great Order on April 04, 2024, 03:37:17 am
Next bit of the dream I remember was some stuff with a video game, some people (me included) having a bunch of very popular protests for fun, a game where you had to kill robots which my friend fucked up and released an unkillable robot into a pub (But it was a game, so it was fine), and pubs. Lots of pubs. After wandering around, drinking with some friends, I realised I was feeling super lonely. Like really, really, *really* lonely. Nobody else to be with in any capacity. Eventually I met up with some old friends from a few years back IRL, hung around with them a bit but then they started to shoplift from a small locally-run business which didn't sit right with me. I left and went off.
Next up, the cinema. Went to see the new Spiderman film, it was Tom Holland's. Some Black Panther-Spiderman crossover, he was convinced to take some Wakandan hallucinogen that was specifically for the Black Panther that's supposed to give you hallucinations that terrify and disgust you so you fear nothing by the end of it. Spiderman was being offered it because with his mutant powers he could withstand the 400bpm heart rate it caused and super intense fever. Can't remember the majority of the hallucinations, I just remember one of them being someone raising the dead in Frankenstein's Monster style and banging the reanimated corpse. Once he snorted the hallucinogen it stopped being 100% a film and turned into a sort of thing I was also experiencing. Then he started to build a tower in the hallucination, which the Wakandans could see, and apparently it represented your mental strength and political views(?), and every time you encountered something you had to consider the tower would collapse a bit and need rebuilding. Spiderman/I (Since I was also experiencing this bit) was apparently unique because the tower was built with absolutely no collapses.
Finally emerge from the hallucination and in weird frat bro fuckboy fashion, Spiderman insists that his friend *has* to be allowed to try it. Seriously, just a bit to see how fucked up it was. He'd just about convinced the Wakandans when I was woken up.
Post by: Frumple on April 20, 2024, 06:52:04 am
Ended in a speakeasy with a partial confrontation with a quartet of hillbilly lookin' fellows that were actually remarkably savvy gamblers with a penchant for cheating, that had noticed the city's local circle of old gamblers suddenly getting a lot better at what they were doing and wanting in on whatever was going on... they figured out it was information, somehow, but couldn't figure out the trick (because the trick was "literally satan"). Any case, they had a discussion, made a pitch for joining up, and headed out as a parade kicked off outside the joint they were in and the dream ended.
Basically had, like... DxD vibes , except without the pervasive sex shit and shonen junk (... which, admittedly, doesn't exactly leave anything left of DxD, but... still) and through the lens of a rags to riches/farmhouse to whitehouse movie set around the prohibition era. Wild stuff.
Post by: joey4track on April 24, 2024, 02:48:46 pm
Post by: Eric Blank on April 24, 2024, 08:40:19 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on April 26, 2024, 09:40:59 am
She was an odd antagonist as neither of us wanted to hurt each other, really. This installment was more Mirror's Edge, or Metroid Dread, trying to stay out of her way and always moving. Struggling when caught and throwing her off. I had to figure out the Dread Truth like she had, but without her shame at having been a complicit royal. I could fix the problem... but I had to hurry because she, as an avatar of a deep natural power, was simply killing everyone involved. understandable, but I could resolve things less bloodily. Somehow.
There was a courtyard stacked with hay bales, some stacks a dozen high, such that the highest stacks wavered unsteadily if I climbed to the highest points. There was fall damage and *I* didn't have special powers (yet?). It was exhilarating.
Post by: zhijinghaofromchina on April 26, 2024, 11:17:05 am
I dreamed of president Xi came to my home , enjoying porridge with my family at the Laba Festival , his face seemed miserable with blooming and upsetting frowned eyelash. Interestingly, he didn't say anything , even on word.
After the porridge dinner, I found it's odd that the street is totally quiet , usually it should be crowded with people .
Then I got to know that there should be something odd , something mysterious and maybe something horrible , my eyesight fell onto my dad's face , he looked at me , under the fuzzy light of the light outside , I could see the tears in his eyes .A voice inside me told me that Xi decided to kill my family.
I felt desperate , tired out and hopeless, then suddenly I woke up , it's 1 p.m.
Post by: Eric Blank on May 02, 2024, 02:34:25 pm
Post by: Rolan7 on May 08, 2024, 11:11:32 am
I was self-inserting in a fic I've been reading. But as which character? The anarchist or the tankie? I think the anarchist, which should be comforting but was also intensely frustrating. I was compelled by idealism to continue resisting (nonviolently but painfully) a benevolent alien dictatorship. a dictatorship of the proletariat you could say
And that was before I even read the end of the fic, ugh. UGH!
intensely frustrating. And I think I dreamed about it more last night, but it's... uh, fuzzy.
class-A dreams