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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #4410 on: January 22, 2020, 09:06:40 am »

No more puppy/kitten dreams today. I dreamt of getting attacked or people trying to kill me in every dream I remember from last night. Tired today.
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #4411 on: January 22, 2020, 09:30:34 am »

Letís do an experiment, what if each of us thinks about a different personís dream on the thread and then tomorrow we can write what our dreams were and compare to the dream we each thought about. If Iím not making sense tell me and I will clarify
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« Reply #4412 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?
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« Reply #4413 on: January 23, 2020, 08:52:22 pm »

That could explain a lot!
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.
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #4414 on: February 03, 2020, 03:29:35 pm »

The dream I had last night involved narration about a husband and wife with 66 children that lived in a big house. The husband would set up death traps in the house and feed the corpses of those who died to the children. The wife worked with RNA and prions. She killed her husband with prions she made, then went to a hospital where Barack Obama was. She and Barack Obama were talking about RNA engineering when I woke up. The wifeís name was Rita and she had a blue dress on throughout the dream. I woke up wondering why I dreamed what I did. It was weird.
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #4415 on: February 03, 2020, 04:17:00 pm »

Had a weird one. Like, Cultist Simulator level of weird.

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*
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #4416 on: February 04, 2020, 06:24:09 am »

Cly you need to do it in real life.
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #4417 on: February 04, 2020, 06:42:14 am »

I had a dream I was saving turtles from waves of people trying to devour them. I was parkouring up and down the beach with a bucket, grabbing all I could before each successive generation of Charles Darwins & Chinese tourists captured them all. The plot thickened when the coastal killer emerged from the seas and began hunting every human on the beach, dragging them far out to sea where they would get tired and drown. I fought like a cornered honey badger and when I woke up, found I had friction burned my third right hand knuckle on a wall ;d

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« Reply #4418 on: February 08, 2020, 05:21:15 pm »

Had a dream last night.

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..
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #4419 on: February 08, 2020, 05:28:30 pm »

I can't help feeling like I lost something after that.

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...
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #4420 on: February 09, 2020, 06:26:06 am »

Had a dream I was in a megamall, with its design being some kind of hybrid between a SE London, Kuala Lumpur and Beijing shopping supercomplex. Everything was fairly ordinary shopping until fucking zombies attacked. Nevertheless we had a plan to stockpile supplies on the sparsely-traversed and easily defendable 5th floor using supplies we hastily grabbed from the 4th floor groceries supermarket. Whilst everyone is grabbing water, knives, hatchets, toilet paper, food and such, I'm grabbing gargantuan bottles of vodka. One of my m8s starts criticising me for the bad prioritising, I tell her I'm not going to drink it, it's for molotovs!

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


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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
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #4421 on: February 10, 2020, 08:47:25 am »

I was walking down a street at night, but it was pretty bright out. There wasn't anyone about, but it was not dangerous. People here have companions, the embodiment of their emotions. I gazed into a ground-level room, a living room with glass doors open to the street. A miserable girl my age sits inside. She looks like Zimmy from Gunnerkrigg Court. There is a tall, shadowy bipedal standing over her. I saw a glimpse of a rainbow on it, sometimes. I told her about this. She was skeptical that there is any color in her Melancholy.


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.
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #4422 on: February 14, 2020, 06:49:38 am »

Some girl wearing a green apron threw me a cookie, and I decided to try catching it in my mouth to amuse her.
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.   



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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.
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« Reply #4423 on: February 14, 2020, 10:46:32 pm »

I was in my kitchen repeatedly stepping on knives. Not in a way that would hurt, but imagine if you just laid a few knives on the ground and stepped on them so as not to hurt yourself. This went on for what felt like several hours, whereupon I looked into the sink and saw a disembodied goat head looking right at me. It opened its mouth and I heard my alarm clock, which immediately woke me up.

It's been a while since a dream confused me so much.
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« Reply #4424 on: February 16, 2020, 01:09:14 pm »

Dreamed I was flying Air Force One for some reason, with the understanding that something had happened to the pilot and it was up to me to land the plane.

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.
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