I just befriended this cute, rather muscular girl with some vague, undefined romantic aspirations. It turned out she was a lesbian who had gotten married that morning in a net in the ocean.
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.
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