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[Haspen]

I woke up cuz I had anime dream:

The anime was called Nano Gundam but it was about cute and/or handsome assassin boys who were actually nanobot-powered clones of their original bodies. Public calls them 'nano-clones' and they can be recognized because their eye whites are light blue and actual irises are blinking LEDs. So first episode establishes this as 12 of them (implied to be more elsewhere) arrives at a space station. Fire Hair with Earring, Cute Young Blonde and Green-Hair Leader talk about their mission, which is to find a 'defective' evil nano-clone apparently owned by Evil Agency (as opposed to Police Agency they are working for). And indeed, when they go to sleep mode, an evil Cute Young Blonde clone wakes up in cargo storage. He slinks away and starts murdering random maintenance people and then escapes into station's commercial mall, and starts killing civilians. Cute Young Blonde (real) wakes up to internal alert and runs to the mall, and battles Cute Young Blonde (defective). Its awesome scene of fluid motions and limb-extendo-flailing because when your body is partially nanobots you can be basically flesh-bender. The defective Blonde seems to gain upper hand and dismembers the real Blonde partially until Fire Hair with Earring and Short Tanned Bald guy arrive, overpowering and eviscerating the defective Blonde, then burning his nanobots (tiny metal spiders) with lasers. Green-Hair Leader and others arrive at end and the Leader realizes that real Blonde is in life-threatening danger, so they put him in stasis pod and charter a spaceship to deliver him to Police Agency HQ.
Elsewhere, a balding servant meets with ominous, bearded, eye-path wearing man and reports that 'operation was failure'. This pisses off the bearded guy and he calls for Tall, Dark and Handsome guy to kill the balding servant (who turns to be head of clone research group), and he does it by tearing the bald guy's head off. Tall Dark and Handsome guy has light blue eyes and LED irises, so he is nanobot clone, and he kneels before the eye-path dude, who vows that he will restore Anezka (his daughter) and bring down Police Agency and its nanobot-clones.
The anime then switched views to a typical anime mansion in a snowy land, where a dark-haired girl on a wheelchair is sleeping. But psych, she opens her eyes, and turns out she is also a nanobot-clone because of the LED eyes. And this is how episode 1 ended.

I remember that I then went to Discord and yelled at Furtuka for not telling me about this series until now and he got angry and went to buy some popcorn apparently.

and THEN I started watching episode 2
it started with some old, muscular man in fluid tank. He swam up to a recovering Tall Blonde and Handsome nanobot-clone and absorbs him somehow, the two becoming basically a younger version of the old muscular man.
Then the anime switched to Police Agency station, which had a fluid tank (established as where damaged nanobot-clones are rebuilt) built under the ground of a greenery park, with small glass-covered dome where scientists resided. Cute Young Blonde was recovering there, along with Silver-Haired Tall nanobot-clone. The lead scientist was some young genius girl, very optimistic that 'she can improve the formula'. That's when Silver-Hair and Cute-Blonde wake up and emerge from the fluid, startling the scientists. The two then go on waxing philosophical to the chipper scientist girl, asking about life, their cloning, themselves, and if they are the same person after so many rebuildings, and if they are different people if they merge (and they do in front of her, making all sort of bone-breaking, flesh-squishy noises), or if they lost themselves or their 'souls'. This leaves the scientist girl rather depressed.
Another scene and some tundra-base at night is being approached by an army of grotesque Caterpies with glowing eyes, led by Tall Dark and Handsome nanobot-guy from episode 1. He smirks and vows that this time, they will obtain ALL the clone templates and go on conquering the galaxy.

And that's when I woke up

[Egan_BW]

Sounds like your subconscious would be a passing-grade mangaka. :p

[Haspen]

It wants to be a lot of things

[Rolan7]

Weird lib-brained dream.  I was protesting with a friend group and some bigots "counter protested" and were throwing crap at us.  We weathered it, and recorded it, and eventually they called the police on us.  The weird part is that the police arrested the aggressors also.  We all got taken to the station (and I got to follow commands from a handsome, mild-mannered police guy) and I had the feeling that the truth was actually going to protect us.

Can you even imagine
It's weird that I still can

[Egan_BW]

Trust the system!

[Loud Whispers]

Government activating their dream support beams again

[Eric Blank]

Took a nap in my chair in which I dreamed about taking a nap in my chair wherein I was trying to take a nap in my chair but being woken up by the dogs and giggling at a story about some deer on a college campus posted by someone with very strong dyslexia, and also trying to rearrange the furniture in a satisfactory manner. I was subsequently woken up by the puppy jumping on my face, but promptly fell asleep again, at least partly, and started having another dream about my folks coming home, which followed me into the waking world where the puppy now wanted out, so I was hearing my parents talking and the dream-dogs barking while visibly watching the real dog standing by the door, until I realized I was basically hallucinating and dragged myself awake and took them for a walk. I photographed a bunch of moss and lichen and such from the rocks which is all surprisingly active despite the freezing Temps. I was half asleep staring at rocks for a while there still wondering if I was dreaming though.

[McTraveller]

Those mischievous shadow raptors escaped their basement cages and were roaming around the house.

(My wife punched me in my sleep, because apparently I was yelling... I remember I was yelling at the raptors in the dream...)

[Rolan7]

[snip]
Suffice to say I advanced the Liberation of Night, by liberating biological sex.  A wonderful gift many would resent me for, as the old world order crumbled.  Intense, angry dream.

[Eric Blank]

Thank you for saving us from the Horny Police. You've saved us all from the Bonk.

[Maximum™]

Missus and I were walking to a park from the parking lot and noticed a bunch of like cops and animal control people when I noticed they were trying to corral a pair of gorillas so I told her we would have to wait to go to the park because that was where this was happening.

She is annoyed and puts in her headphones and we headed down a staircase to see what was happening when I noticed one gorilla was starting to threaten two chicks trying to hide so I tossed a rock into the parking lot behind the gorilla and it went that way before I hear the missus START SINGING WITH HER MUSIC BEHIND ME.

I cover her mouth and motion that she needs to shut the fuck up there is a gorilla RIGHT THERE and she's like even more irritated so I'm trying to hurry her back up the stairs to the truck so we can escape and wake up laughing at the absurdity and tension of it all.

[MCreeper]

Dreamt of playing odd mix of X-piratez and X-files, with gals landing on top of a bunch of chupacabras in a kitsune plane, crushing them, then firing black ops magnums at sky ninjas and sectoids in nurse caps oh fuck off dream brain.

[hedgerow]

Those mischievous shadow raptors escaped their basement cages and were roaming around the house.

(My wife punched me in my sleep, because apparently I was yelling... I remember I was yelling at the raptors in the dream...)

I actually rolled off my bed frame once at 24 and that was the most earthbound dream I can recall.

[Rolan7]

Dreamed I met a young adult who was internet-infamous and targeted by fascist harassment and doxxing for their website, which was some Zoomer meme I didn't understand.  It had something to do with them being two-spirit, which I also didn't understand.  Apparently I had helped them pick up computing years earlier, even donated some obsolete hardware.  I had to pretend and lie-by-omission that I remembered them, aheh, because apparently they thought the world of me.

The point was that I could be a positive influence and a role model without understanding everything, as long as I kept an open mind.  Nice lesson.  Now they needed help with sports, and I provided emotional support and warned against the dangers of overtraining.

They were going to be alright
Previous dream: Bill Gates had retired to open a retro media store, mostly a bookstore but with old video game cartridges.  Being a dream, it was a dusty place and he was running it himself.  I showed up with some nerd friends.  We were impressed, and I was very glad that all these things were preserved, but I didn't find myself wanting to actually buy any for myself.  Through shenanigans I had to pick one thing, and I ended up drawing out the decision.

There were Atari/NES cartridges, programming guides for dead languages, RPG source books, and everything Star Wars (I confused Gates and Lucas a little).  I almost got a physical copy of the VtR Mekhet book, a personal favorite and fun read, but instead I embraced my queerness by buying a collection of short stories about bisexual stormtroopers/commandos.

(which... I think is real, sorta?  I remember there being a collection of EU short stories which included a gay man serving on one of the death stars.  But I haven't read it yet)
(I love fanfic about trans, especially NB, clone troopers in SW.  There's a lovely amount of it)
Example (zero lewd, CW: aftermath of war) https://archiveofourown.org/works/20115925/chapters/47654023

[Rolan7]

I was a humanoid robot on a space station.  Something had gone awfully wrong with a research project.  Biological contamination kept spreading, and even threatened to corrupt computer components like me.  And I had to sleep sometimes.  Once I woke up to a wall being on fire, which would have been pretty bad if I still breathed. 

But I was smarter than the corruption. I quarantined sections and purged systems and contained the spread.  When I was successful, a team of marines and techs arrived and finished the project.  They ignored me, just a maintenance droid, which was a relief.  There was a massive sealed vault at the rear of the ship which had kept the core of the experiment clean.  Now the door became permeable, and blind bulbous cat-sized creatures began sliding through it.  They were the future of humanity somehow.

A memory fragment- scrollable like a braindance.  A NASA astronaut in a greenhouse patching micrometeorite holes.  She peered carefully at one, and silently two more appeared nearby.  She turned and fled, moving deliberately in the low-gravity exosuit, shouting over the comm to her [sister].  Their commander was inside already but he was... a traitor?  He had sealed the airlock and the conduit was losing air fast, I could feel it (I was breathing?).

(I scrolled back and forth, reliving the final moment.  She was me.  NASA had been monitoring the space lab from this outpost, but the megacorp had arranged this "accident" and killed me.  And brought me back.)
I was a child riding with their father through country backroads at a breakneck pace.  We were avoiding the road, in case any cops were still out there.  The world was ending, just like he'd always said.  funny, the world looked fine.  The child's mother was on speakerphone, oblivious, whining and nagging.  The father lied for a while, then flicked a switch and put a finger to his mouth.  A chat-bot handled his side of the conversation now.  I just nodded and rode.

We arrived at a dusty shack far from civilization.  There were maybe 50 people, of all ages and walks of life.  Many children.  There was a plan, think doomsday cult.  Reassuring voices bid me sit down in a chair.  Far too reassuring, I craned my neck and saw one of the young children approaching and stammered and did my best to relax as she jabbed me.  It wasn't nearly as bad as I expected, the anticipation's always the worst part.

There was a boy a lot like me, but with curly hair.  And an actual boy, maybe.  He was so scared but he didn't have a choice either.  I got him to infodump a little which helped.  I told him I hoped we would be friends in the new future and I meant it.
He didn't make it.
Most of them didn't make it.

A dozen of us made it, and we were having a party.  A very diverse group of demigods, immune to the apocalypse, and ready to rule the new world according to our personal ethos.  Mature lib types were particularly well-represented and buoyed the mood of tolerance and relief- there was plenty of room for the more regressive types to do their own thing, apparently.

One liberal matron tried to comfort me.  She insisted that the boy had probably been trans like me, and liked this theory enough to only refer to him with she/her, and that of course I was taking his death so hard because "[he] was like you".
she was trying, I guess
It was deeply unpleasant.

The only other flaw in our brave new world was one other survivor.  A quiet, angry, wirey man.  The yakking trailed off as he stumbled back in the room, hunched (or coiled) and judging.  Nervous voices greeted him with fake relief at his recovery.  They believed him to still be dying, but rudely holding on far longer than anyone else.  I don't know if he was or not.  Most of us were just lucky recruits, he had been a core architect.

He didn't say anything, though.  Merely his presence was enough to shame the room with the memories of the dead they- we- were supposedly toasting.
I kinda liked this guy.