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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #3345 on: November 10, 2016, 03:21:46 pm »

Had a dream I had to go across a bridge on the only beam linking it, traipse style, while balancing myself. Once I got off I went into some type of mass effect shuttle vehicle and went through some weird ass stargate to another planet, and tried to colonize it..It felt like a Nintendo video game to be honest.

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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #3346 on: November 11, 2016, 08:37:49 am »

Large dream. At a convention there were magic tricks (optical effects followed by water-changing fabrics) offered to fetch heavy items, got lost on the way back, distances multiplied, suddenly I'm travelling by tractor (over waterfalls), bicycle (bits falling off), canal-boat (lashing rain!) but better than walking because I have treacle-effect walking. Somewhat mitigated if I walk backwards, and I explain to my fellow travellers that this only usually happens to me in dreams(!), but occasionally, like in this case, it happens for real because of stresses.

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.
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #3347 on: November 14, 2016, 10:35:54 am »

Had a weird dream. Drinking contest in a Mexican restaurant with bottles of soy sauce.
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #3348 on: November 14, 2016, 12:04:13 pm »

I like to believe you were competing against the bottles of soy sauce.
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #3349 on: November 14, 2016, 03:37:34 pm »

"How much alcohol can be dissolved into 8oz of soy sauce?" "not as much as can be dissolved into my blood!"


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.
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #3350 on: November 15, 2016, 02:41:23 am »

I dreamt that I was dating my alternate universe version who was an intergalactic time cop from a dimension where grasses are sentient man-eaters. She kept a neatly mowed lawn in front of our house because she thought it was funny.
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #3351 on: November 16, 2016, 05:28:55 am »

In this dream I worked at some sort of research facility of nondescript specialization, and I do not know exactly what my role was there. The doors were like hospital doors, only they had the potential to be surrounded by two bulkheads with thin narrow glass portals, as if they were lift doors upgraded to nuclear resistant blast doors. That the building superstructure had multiple underground floors suggested this fact. I was assembled and brief with a team on a task of paramount importance. Somewhere in the city some cultists were raising a worm larvae into their god, and if it fully matured it would hold domination over the race of mankind and could very well destroy us all. It could only be destroyed by a powerful neutron bomb, and once it matured it was unsure what could destroy it at all. The director delivers a brief on how the neutron bomb will kill most of everyone in the city, and how they've made the decision to not notify the public that they're all about to die. They then go on to describe in detail that underneath the facility are a series of chambers that are completely neutron-bomb proof. There was one chamber with hygiene facilities and recycling units, a medical chamber, recreational area and living space, lots of materiel stores and so on. They explained how once the defence protocols were triggered, the whole building's blast doors would begin to lock down and the bunker's doors would remain open only until 15 people arrived, if more than 15 people arrived then the doors would not close. Once the two bulkhead doors would close an additional shutter would slam down, at which point vision of the outside world would necessitate usage of the cameras or opening the shutters.
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

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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #3352 on: November 16, 2016, 07:49:48 am »

I dreamt I was conscripted into service in defence of my nation. Didn't even get basic training. Just hop in this SciFi space ship and start shooting enemy spaceships.

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.
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« Reply #3353 on: November 16, 2016, 12:21:38 pm »

I had a dream about losing my body and instead becoming a ghost that can float through walls.

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.
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« Reply #3354 on: November 16, 2016, 01:20:34 pm »

I think about two weeks ago, I had a very weird dream.

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.
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« Reply #3355 on: November 17, 2016, 02:02:47 am »

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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.
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #3356 on: November 17, 2016, 03:55:25 am »

It was a pretty standard day, I had finished my daily commute, gone about my way and set to identifying my work goals and achieving them. That is until someone asked to borrow a pen from me, at which point I said yes, but that I would need it back almost immediately to write some notes down for my work. It was at that moment I began to panic, as I realized I didn't have to do any of that, and that this was a dream and everything achieved in it was pointless. The panic grew to the point where my breathing rate increased and in my dream I was willing myself to awake, and I did, waking up in time in the morning 10 minutes before my alarm clock was to go off.

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« Reply #3357 on: November 17, 2016, 06:28:47 am »

Had an odd dream about playing a kind of gran turismo-esque game with my brother, something which we haven't done for over 8~9 years now, as he's now married and has two kids to worry about and I have my own shit to take care of. It was a pretty simple dream, just we laughing and playing the game and eating spiced peanuts or something.

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.
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« Reply #3358 on: November 17, 2016, 10:46:22 am »

Dreamed I was standing on a jetty out into a river, surrounded on all sides by a tightly packed early industrial city. I was waving a pennant at a small flotilla of fore and aft rigged ships, with metalled sides and two decks. One of them broke out of the formation and started making for the jetty I was standing on, and it was anchored and moored with impressive efficiency. The gangplank dropped, and the collection of soldiers and sailors on board the warship came down to the waiting crowd to meet their loved ones. It was a mixed crowd, with as many women as men on both sides of the event. Farther down, I could see the ship's captain talking quietly with a teary-eyed couple. The captain caught my eye, said something more to them, and came over to me. I rushed up to him. He told me my wife and 6 others had been killed "in the fighting" less than a week ago. He said something more about her quality as an officer and that she'd likely get some medal for her service but I wasn't really listening. I was so crushed about the news of my dream-wife's death that I woke up.
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« Reply #3359 on: November 20, 2016, 05:20:03 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.
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