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[Loud Whispers]

Dreamt someone was drying to sell me yeet whisky. There is no such thing as yeet whisky, but they gave a very good descriptive history of its foundation, production and flavour

[Yoink]

Good gods, that bad dream I just had was pretty much next-level bad.

Spoiler: spoilered for length (click to show/hide)

 

I don't remember where I found the crows, but I assuming they had suffered some misfortune earlier in the dream that left their chances of survival looking rather slim, and my kind-hearted self had shouldered the burden of trying to look after them.
For quite a while earlier on in the dream their condition had been deteriorating as they lay about in my room (which at some points may have been at least partially a bathroom but by the end of the dream was definitely a bedroom... perhaps I moved them around, or perhaps I had an ensuite), causing me a great deal of stress on top of whatever else was going on in this dream. The fact that I had a heap of possibly-diseased crows lying around dying in my room was also rather stressful. It was a ginormous amount of stress all up.

Then, as most of the crows lay around limply about the room, looking rather dead and certainly not far off it(as opposed to making my life hell as I'm pretty sure they'd been doing earlier in the dream) despite my best efforts to feed them, it occurred to me that I really ought to try giving them some water.
I did so, remaining hopeful but not expecting miracles, and then next time I entered my room after going somewhere the crows were far, far more lively. In fact, they began to torment me rather mercilessly by way of thanks.

I don't remember the exact details of that torment but it was fairly upsetting. I'm pretty sure those crows had spent most of the dream either dying pitifully or plotting against me, really.

Somehow, though, I managed to fall asleep in my crow-cluttered room, I fell asleep and had a terrible nightmare. I think it went on for quite a while and the details are mostly lost to me, but the main thing I remember is that my character in the dream was brutally murdered at least once, before things sort of "reset" and she was alive again, with only hazy shadows of memory hinting at what fate had befallen her and was inevitably going to again

The dream ended with her being stalked by some frightening individuals, becoming more and more aware of the massive danger they posed, and then just as they rushed her all the memories of how they had killed her earlier(perhaps that had been a dream inside a dream inside a dream?) came flooding back, and the grievous injuries from that earlier death re-manifested themselves even as new ones were inflicted.

I felt myself being simultaneously disembowelled and stabbed vigorously in the chest, my guts spilling out wetly inside of my clothing as I did my best to scream.
It seemed dream-me did have at least some inkling that he was in a dream, but the horror of it just about broke his mind and he/I tried very hard to scream, for help, for mother, for anyone.

When I finally woke up with an awful jolt - not even knowing if any of my embarrassing attempted screams had made it into reality - I was determined to run to my mother's room (the place this was set in was rather strange) like a child, since I was far too traumatised to be embarrassed.

But the crows were feeling rather more energetic, and in the dim blue pre-dawn light their half-formed feathered shapes lurching at me from all around the room was frightening indeed, whether they planned on attacking me or not.
I had to get out.
I scrambled out of the room, closely pursued by at least one crow, who was seemingly doing his best to jam himself in between the door and its frame to hamper my attempts to close it.
I think I was quite close to panic at this point, but I somehow managed to shove the wicked bird back inside and get the door shut.


Now, I should take a moment to try and describe the locale where at least this part of the dream took place. I was living or staying in this huge, sprawling building, like some sort of gigantic manor with ridiculously high, vaunted ceilings and an ambience that would put a cathedral to shame.
In hindsight it was a bit like a mixture of that "Ballroom Blitz" level from Battlefield 1 and the spooky-ass hospital in Timesplitters 2.
The place was apparently some kind of ancient (?) ancestral home, either ours or someone else's as I can't remember for sure whether we lived there or were visiting
(perhaps we were visiting family, the best of both worlds?)

Anyway, there were even semi-catacombs in some of the hallways/foyers, with finely made statues of former residents and friends displayed in alcoves that climbed the lofty walls. As I made my way from my room to that of my mother I recognised just one of the statues in the brief glimpse I caught of them - it was the old family doctor, who I believe may have played a part much earlier in the dream. Don't remember much about him, but I remembered him fondly and also he appeared to be a humanoid elephant dressed in antiquated clothing with a cane in one 'hand' and his doctor's bag in the other, suggesting that there was perhaps some cartoonish anthro business going on throughout the dream as well.

On the whole, the building was incredibly beautiful, the sort of place I would absolutely love to visit irl - but at this point in the dream, with bluish early light shining spookily in from various high windows to lend its silent halls an otherworldly air, it was bloody creepy to one already as creeped-out as I was. I hurried on.

When I finally made it to my mother's room I burst in rudely without knocking, being rather too shook up to wait in those spooky corridors a moment longer than necessary.
Fortunately she was awake, seemingly just in the process of preparing to get up. After a brief kerfuffle in which I almost let out her new cat (who unfortunately I can't remember any details of now, it's taken me quite a while recording this),  I wretchedly pled my case, telling of my terrible dream and asking to sleep in there, like I was a wimpy five-year-old all over again.

To my horror she was less than impressed, simply stating that she was about to get up to go to things- perhaps she had some dream-equivalent of her irl shop, or perhaps there were simply things needing to be done around this strange, gigantic property - and also, I stank.

I actually forgot to mention this part - when I woke up from the nightmare that prompted this visit, in amongst my frantic clawing for wakefulness I wound up shitting myself. I decided that I didn't have time to deal with that just then, and apparently I also had diarrhoea - possibly which had leant itself to making my earlier disembowellment so realistic.

Anyway, instead of getting to go back to sleep with the comforting presence of a parent to calm and protect me from future bad dreams, dream-me instead ended up accompanying my mother, along with her cat, on whatever errands she had planned for the morning.

There were some shenanigans involving the cat trying to get up to mischief along the way, and me having to pursue it through the halls doing my best to keep the fragile, adorable creature safe in this harsh and horrible dream - more stress, yay! - but I don't remember details, and the dream effectively ended there.
What a way to start the day. D:
I should mention that there was a prevalent sense of fear and unease throughout, even in the less-terrifying parts. It was a pretty scary locale that the bulk of the dream was set in...

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.

[IronTomato]

I dreamt that Nintendo attempted to reboot one of their beloved franchises into a darker and edgier AAA FPS with lots of quicktime events, titling it Donkey Kong: Gorilla Warfare.

It was terrifying.

[Loud Whispers]

Dreamed I was swimming, swimming through some flooded tunnels. They were dark but I had some sorta scuba gear on, with a small tank full of pressurized oxygen. Shining my flashlight this way and that I could see I was not alone, as there was a particularly toothy looking gribbly swimming towards me. It was very far away, but also a much faster swimmer. I would swim my way out of the tunnels and onto some stairs before it reached me, and it would turn back at the stairs, not wanting to leave the water. I would go to make a cup of tea, drying myself off, changing clothes, drinking the cup of tea, but remaining thirsty. How curious I thought - my thirst cannot be quenched? So I moved on. I encountered two women and one man all in very business-like attire, they were familiar, but I knew at once why. They all seemed like people I had met before, but many people, with the mean of their physical appearances condensed into 3 people. For the most part they took no notice of me, talking of great ambitious things and nasty schemes, I stayed for long though I no longer remember just exactly what they talked about, only that I expressed disapproval. I found myself in my old college, rushing to produce some work due in in the next 15 minutes. A large essay, but then I remembered I already finished the essay and just needed to print if off. Went to one of the computers, found two of them logged on to the same person, one of my old friends. Another one of my old friends turned to me and said you could tell who it belonged to because of all the spelling errors in his work, which was funny but true. I saw him approach and asked him if it was all right if I took over one of his computers, he said yeah, and realized he'd left them logged on. He asked me to sign off his computer for him.
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.

[Yoink]

Spoiler: long rambly writeup of last night's dream (click to show/hide)

Last night I dreamt that I was playing some seemingly story-driven game set in a school, or more specifically on some sort of school trip/camp. Or maybe it was a boarding school or exchange program? Whatever, it's hardly relevant, there's a lot that I forgot and I only really remember bits towards the end, anyway.

The main character, whose role I assumed, was struggling to choose between a bunch of bands that had formed within the student body (perhaps it was a music class thing?) and were seeking members.
His chief criteria, only having their names to go off, were band names with more words, preferably long, strange-sounding, obscure and describing something horrible. Fair enough.

Unfortunately the most verbose band names on offer seemed to cap at two words. Eventually he settled reluctantly on one that managed to pack a reasonable number of syllables into its two-word name. I can't remember what it was called exactly, but I believe it was something that sounded dramatic but described something comedically benign - Placatory Discourse may have been it, but who knows.

Anyway, the next parts of the dream I do not really remember, but they presumably involved the dude meeting his bandmates and practising, along with various other forgotten shenanigans.

One night, for whatever reason, the three of us (pretty sure we were a power trio) decided to set up on a small, old wooden dock within the town/campus/resort.
I'm not sure how safe that was with our equipment so close to water, whether we were allowed to be making such a ruckus late at night, or even quite where we sourced our power, but shortly we were blasting out our brand of furious death metal into the night.

As the drummer, my experience seemed to shift between playing some sort of dreamt-up rhythm game and actually flailing about with sticks and feet myself. It was all rather fun and exciting.

At some point this girl/young woman who was some sort of student coordinator/school captain for the trip/school/whatever approached, and we called out to her saying she should come join our band.
Perhaps this whole, oddly-located performance was for her benefit? I do not know. I wish I could remember more of our interactions with her. I can't even recall if we actually started playing before she came along or if we waited for her...

Whatever the case, she gave an amused, aloof half-smile and deigned to wait and see the rest of our performance.
So, we really pulled out all the stops, playing our best song - which had to do with summoning something-or-other - to our audience of one.

As we finished the song, though, before I could ascertain her reaction, some large creature burst suddenly up from beneath the waves and confronted us. I cannot remember exactly what it was now - perhaps its form was too horrifying to be even pictured by the waking mind? - but I believe it was vaguely humanoid, and it spoke angrily to us, stating that we had summoned it improperly.
It was peeved. We had had no idea we were actually at risk of summoning this whatever-it-was, but even if we hadn't been too stunned to plead our case I doubt he would have listened.

The cutscene ended and the beastly mer-man rushed us.
I had planned to try and use my newly-honed drumming powers (perhaps I had discovered some actual magical abilities attached to the act of drumming, not sure) to blast(beat) the creature out of the water, but unfortunately our gear, including my kit, had apparently de-spawned during the cutscene.

A few moments of frantic scrambling from a top-down perspective ensured, as I tried desperately to find where my drumkit had gotten to while I wasn't looking. I couldn't figure out how to open my inventory, either. What a nightmare.


After a while of this especially one-sided boss battle, though, the guy apparently grew bored and came to a halt. After a few harsh words of warning (and possibly threat) he plunged back beneath the water from whence he came.

Went casually back to talking to the girl. Can't remember exactly what was said but I know I/we had been trying to win her over for a while... possibly because of her position of power on the trip/campus/whatever.
Among other things, I had apparently hoped to weasel my way into a place in this fancier area, up a hill and fenced off from the rest of the grounds.

I mentioned these things to her, and while she agreed to the rest (whatever they were... I think they were band related or something), she told me matter-of-factly that she wouldn't be letting me in the VIP area, since I was by all accounts not very well-liked there. I could hardly disagree - as she spoke there was a short series of flashbacks, showing various dramatic scenes from the last of these trips, and their aftermaths. This gal was actually new to the school/organization, but she had done her homework and took her job as coordinator quite seriously.

I laughingly voiced my understanding, thinking back to the shenanigans of last time. I was just glad to have won my other requests, and, apparently, her friendship.

At this point the dream went off on a bit of a tangent, cutting away from the current scene to show glimpses of my various enemies from that earlier occasion plotting and preparing to attack me. I believe one of them was riding a motorcycle towards my location whilst toting a minigun, but unfortunately I awoke before they could arrive.

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!

[FallacyofUrist]

Realized I lost my wizard powers while participating in a magical race. Made me sad.

[Starver]

*mumble mumble, forgotten stuff*

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.

[FallacyofUrist]

Fought Dumbledore, won with a very powerful sneak attack, tried my best to convince somebody I wasn't evil.

[deathpunch578]

keep having a strange dream over the past week.
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".

[Rolan7]

[The first part of this dream has been redacted on order of the Ordos Xenos as heretical, xeno-tainted, and generally fucked up]

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.

[FallacyofUrist]

Well that's creepy.
~~~
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.

[Yoink]

Had a rather interesting dream last night, involving some sort of partial apocalypse. I was riding on a train, which were still somehow running, and looking down upon this majestic landscape of green, rainforest-y forest divided viciously by a myriad of flooding streams. The view from the other window was mostly just the towns and stations we passed, and the many refugees/displaced persons from whatever disaster had occurred to cause all this.   

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.

[Spehss _]

Don't remember much details or context, but I dreamed I was in some kind of social situation, lots of people in a big room with a big fancy antique wood table. I made some horrible embarrassing mistake and resolved to kill myself on the spot. I pulled out an old one shot flintlock pistol and shot myself in the face. The shot destroyed my mouth and jaw, but I was still alive.

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.

[Yoink]

Had a dream last night where I was living somewhere loosely based on my IRL home, but the backyard was different.
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!

[Rolan7]

I dreamed the devils of Fallen London were on a massive, if oddly melancholy, campaign promoting Lent.
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!