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[WealthyRadish]

I was thinking about bricks (specifically stacking them in a rotating pattern like the precarious pillar of books on my nightstand) while I should have been studying for a numerical analysis exam, and dozed off briefly to an interesting dream.

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.

[pisskop]

Had a dream where I had witnessed a murder, and went into the witness protection program.  I was assigned a chinese sister in some podunk rural backwoods.  The apartment building I was in was unoccupied except for us, and the neighboring  building was completely empty, but they had completely stocked the rooms with uncolored cardboard boxes, beds on concrete blocks, and semi-opaque curtains.  The drive was one continuous twin dirt trail, and rusted out cars lined it.

  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

[Eric Blank]

Hey man, you gotta come prepared just in case the lobster wanna do it the hard way.

[Kagus]

Man, it's great fun being slow to get up and do your morning chores because you're busy dreaming about doing your morning chores and think you're awake.

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...

[Dunamisdeos]

I've had that happen and it usually chains into like 2-3 dreams where I am sure that I'm awake this time.

[Eric Blank]

Had a odd dream last night. I was a little girl outside a museum or something and an alien ship appears out of the sky. Suddenly everything around me is frozen in place like time has stopped, except me, and the aliens are descending from their craft. I try to hide behind a boulder by the building from them, but they find me anyway. This alien tells me to stay there and hide because there is a monster about to rampage through the building and they all go inside. Then theres sounds of alien lasers and screaming from inside and one huge arm of a thing with leaf shaped grey green fingers reaches out into the grass before falling limp. Then the grass starts turning into tentacles and i run inside and tell the first alien i see, and they come out and incinerate it, because the monster is trying to regenerate itself or something.

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.

[Loud Whispers]

I had two dreams. The first revolved around some art-deco designed zoo, where I watched a myriad group of tigers and lions a floor below me going about their lives through a double-glazed glass pyramid. One of the lions pierced the glass pyramid with a spear, causing it to shatter, they retreated from the falling glass somewhere out of view. They only made it through one layer of glass, at this point the zookeeper tried to lower themselves to inspect the damage, and narrowly escaped an unknown fate when the big cats and I played tug of war over this guy's life. I won, pulling him up, and neither I nor the zookeeper held the big cats any ill will or resentment for trying to fight their way out, we agreed that it wasn't proper for them to be kept in such an enclosure either, and planned to negotiate with their leader to try and win them their freedom.

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.

[pisskop]

Had a dream where I was on a prototype, modern day space station designed for -whatever- reason that was full of the young, bright, and cherry.  Humanities future.  We had on Gordan Freeman jumpsuits and never got any word or talked about Earth except to say we left it and were not going back.


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.

[Loud Whispers]

Dreamed I was a sequence of lives as a merchant captain sailing from the East Indies to Cape Town in the 17th century, a tea seller in central Asia in the 18th, a maid at some fancy 19th century hotel, a coral-diver of the 20th before the dream was interrupted by me waking up at the coral-diver. I woke up with an intense sense of nostalgia, as if I had been talking to old friends about some beloved in-joke, and regretted waking up so soon. The only common thread I can think of between all four sequences was that they all involved tea: The captain transported it, the seller sold it, the maid served it and the diver drank it

[Rolan7]

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[Rolan7]

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[Loud Whispers]

p-pathetic create of dream and bone, yyy-you weren't meant to be so important

[Rolan7]

The thing is that there was no more Shodan than usual, the worm thing was a random chat topic, and then also a Red Letter Media video happening at the same time, and...

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.

[Sebastian2203]

Tonight I had a dream about drinking alcohol and mixing it up with weed.

The results were kinda enthusiastic.

[Loud Whispers]

Dreamed I was using an interdimensional elevator to travel somewhere. The interdimensional elevator had pretty straightforward rules; upon reaching the lowest floor (-5), there was a corridor at the first left, and a corridor going straight ahead and up. You take the corridor going straight ahead and up and chances will be you're fine, you take the one on the left and it's highly likely you will cause some event which will make everyone die.
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.