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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #525 on: November 19, 2012, 08:19:45 pm »

So I had this dream the night before last, and posted it in the WTF thread:
Had a dream last night where I was with my mother in a dream-version of a house we used to live in, we were rich for some reason and had just returned from a shopping trip or something. I saw this grubby-looking homeless person walking past, looking at the house and I saw fit to scream at them in a rage, "There's nothing for you here!" And to keep [EXPLETIVE] walking, or something like that. I chased them away.

Then a bit later, we were setting something up, perhaps a garage sale or similar, and I was out front on the street again and I saw the homeless woman walking back towards us from the other direction. For some reason this was the last straw, and I charged at them in fury, ready to kill, to spill their blood with my bare hands if necessary.
She ran away in terror, past me, and as I gave chase she ran towards my house.
My rage was quickly replaced by impotent terror as she turned and ran down the path into the house.

I burst in there after her and saw her holding my mother hostage with a knife to her throat. I freaked out, I stopped, I raised my hands as though she held a gun and not a knife, I begged her to let my mother go.
I was helpless to stop her as she began to stab with the knife; I ran forwards and dived at her just as I woke up.

Maybe I shoulda posted this in the terrified thread or something, it did kinda creep me out and wreck my sleep for the night. I mean, rationality quickly returned with wakefulness and I dismissed it as a dream, but still I sent Mum a text message asking what she was up to.
That was the night before I was due to go visit her, too. :o I'm guessing that was what prompted the dream. Damnit brain.

Well, last night (whilst staying at my mother's place) I had another dream that was set (at least mostly) in and around that house we used to live in. :o I'm not sure if this one was a continuation of the same story at a later time, but for some reason in my dreams lately I seem to be playing an at least partially bad guy.
Perhaps this dream was a continuation, and whereas in the last dream I was just a bit of a psycho whose anger issues ended up getting my mother hurt, in this one I had become a full-blown villain? Regardless of whether they were connected, I was a bad(evil, even!) dude in this one.

I believe I was a member (possibly an ex-member) of some big, shadowy government organization. For this reason I had a fancy armoured coat. My goal in the dream was to kidnap this beautiful young woman and sell her into slavery.
I came close to succeeding many times, but the main obstacle was her dark-eyed, mysterious lover, this irritatingly handsome, dashing fellow who would dart in at an inopportune moment just as I had her in my clutches, and royally fuck up my plans. Oh how I wanted to kill him.

That's another thing, the bastard was really hard to kill. I vaguely remember shooting him a few times only for him to stubbornly refuse to die. Dick. There was another rival of mine who would prevent me from kidnapping the girl, albeit from a different angle entirely; a rival villain who wanted her for himself. At several points we would be fighting each other in our plans, guns blazing and what-not, and end up giving the boyfriend the perfect chance to whisk her away. I think I might have finally killed that one in the end, I'm not sure.

Here it gets a little hazy, but I think some of my RL family (I'm not sure if I actually was playing myself in this dream) also stepped in to stop me at some point. My sister and her dog, I believe. I'm... pretty sure I killed her? Not sure. I know I spared the dog 'cause he's cute, even if his charging and attacking me savagely was a hindrance to my plans.
This is kindof weird because she was visiting us when I woke up. :-\ (She's the annoying sister though so I ain't worried :P)

I don't think I succeeded in the end. I think I gave up, leaving the young couple to piece their lives back together, to piece together the bloody wreckage of the house (my once RL house) and mourn those who'd died in the whole ordeal.
I'm not sure if my character had some sort of ephiphany, realising the error of his ways, or if he was just too shot up and had had too many near-death moments to be bothered continuing. It'd be nice if the dream let me remember that bit, I mean it does seem kinda like an important moment. Alas.
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« Reply #526 on: November 20, 2012, 03:25:12 am »

Stephen Hawking released zombie apocalypse on the world, so me and my black-skinned buddy (he had this mean-looking shotgun too) hid with other survivors in an old shed with a fence around it.

After a while Hawking materialized and I begged him to reverse this, but he disagreed. I've stolen his time-travelling wheelchair and snapped into other time version, at outbreak of the zombie apocalypse. Together with my black soldier-friend, we climbed a concrete wall and hid in small room with nice view on 'Obama Palace' (whatever the heck that was supposed to be) and Central Park, so basically we were now in New York.

Then, while Hawking teleportized to mock us, I've made sturdy plastic door out of boiling pasta with cheese and sauce, and barricaded ourselves in the room as Hawking dissappeared.

And then I woke up.
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« Reply #527 on: November 23, 2012, 05:42:13 pm »

Dreamt that in my current Star Trek LP, some Borg shown up and obliterated Sol and Praxis systems. So naturally I went to the Xeelia system where I met with blue-haired elven anime princess (she was half-nude), and together we went to find the 'Sword' that could destroy Borg Cubes with mere swing.

We got to some temple, but I woke up immediatelly after I grabbed the hilt of the extremely shiny sword. Eh...

Why my movie-esque dreams cannot last till ending? >:I
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Re: The Dream Thread
« Reply #528 on: November 23, 2012, 05:44:42 pm »

my last remembered dream combined 2 games, 4 movies and some books. needless to say, i am still confused.
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« Reply #529 on: November 23, 2012, 08:35:48 pm »

In my dream the night before last I poured turpentine on a screaming infant. :o
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« Reply #530 on: November 24, 2012, 09:51:06 am »

My dreams, as of late, has been about my parents (usually my mom) being separated from me due to unknown circumstances exclusive to each dream. Usually leaves me in tears.

She's... somewhere, seeking shelter from a mob of angry people seeking former employees of the company she used to work for. Haven't seen her since, but fortunately she calls from time to time, and vice versa.

I don't want to sleep...
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« Reply #531 on: November 24, 2012, 02:49:37 pm »

Among other things, in one 45 minutes bit of sleep this morning (dozing between alarms) I dreamt that I was in France (for reasons unknown) and was helping start riders in a cycle time-trial.  Had to take over from my Dad (IRL, a very good timekeeper and the person I learnt the art from) who actually gave me a couple of watches that were low on power and hard to read the display of.  Number 13 (who, if you know anything about time-trialling, should have set off at 13 minutes past the hour) ended up being sent off about half a minute late.  Then there was a gap, during which I hunted for my own stopwatches.  I only just found them and had to shout from afar (not quite getting back in time) in order to get number 17 set off (but, even so, that was at 17 minutes and somewhere between 5 and 10 seconds).

What was most interesting was the setting in France.  No idea why.  The architecture was very (stereo)typical of the area and, apart from a bit of Escheresquishness, quite unlike my usual dream-buildings.

Oh, and before the above event I was there when some car went rogue, and was part of a crowd (which dissolved away in disinterest) that initially gawped at someone who had been run over by the car, with a quite distinct tyre track over his chest.  No, not track...  Impression.  It was a several-inches-deep depression across his chest, as if he had been made of plasticine.  The guy seemed alright (apart from the deformation of his chest), but I was obviously more worried than most of the bystanders.  (Then went off to do the cycle-event thing.)
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« Reply #532 on: November 25, 2012, 01:43:17 pm »

I had zombie dream. Not normal, oh, zombie killing spree time, zombie dream. No, the zombies were baaad fucking news in this dream.

Started off outside a big, 'empty on the inside' warehouse type building. I can't quite explain how it was built, but you could climb up the I-beams, which is what me and my dreamcompanions did. On the roof, we encountered a couple of these zombies, which we casually threw off. After awhile up there, we ventured into a townscape, which was dark, night time dark, and lit mostly by scattered fires. We ended up fleeing from a large group of zombies into an apartment building of sorts. Inside was... Well, it was a deathtrap. There was more zombies inside, and then the ones that had chased us in there came in, we were running up the stairs, people were dying.
I had a piece of rebar, and it served me pretty well apparently, as well as liberal face-kickings. Eventually I ended up on the roof, surrounded by zombies, with a pistol and no way down. I killed a bunch, then woke up before they got to me.
Good times.
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« Reply #533 on: November 25, 2012, 05:23:08 pm »

It's been a while since this morning, now, but I still have my notes.  Here's another jumble of largely unlinked episodes.  No idea if anyone's enjoying them (I'm reading other peoples', but haven't got a clue what to say about them).

Dream the first
I was some kind of Halo Spartan or 40K Space Marine guy (elements of both).  And/or several of his rag-tag bunch of survivors, as makes all good game scenarios.  Overwhelming odds, Big Bad, yada yada yada.  At one point defending a cave entrance (if not a cave system, but that might be a separate dream from before my memory's horizon), but then we win out and 'retire' to a boiler-house.  A modern, above-ground glass and steel structure, except for a pit in the middle that contained part of the boiler system.  No idea what it was 'boilering' for, that wasn't part of the scenario.

Then either one of the rag-tag group reveals their true colours or we get infiltrated, and the enemy party concerned hides up in the upper boiler stack.  There's nothing we can do and things... well, I assume they don't go well, but I don't recall now any "being snipered" or other actions that explain why this is a bad thing.  But it's obviously a game (full immersion, essentially) and we get 'another go' from a save-point.  Some judicious firing up into the boiler stack and the guy falls down and into the pit.  Assumed down but not necessarily dead.  But it heralded the Big Bad's entry (an End Of Level Boss) through the roof that the other had tried to escape through or (succeeded in?) opening up.

The game now plays off with me in a personal battle with the Big Bad.  It's a close fight, but it appear to me that the endgame does not necessarily require my own personal victory.  I trick the Big Bad into revealing his weak point.  He has facial skin like a cuttlefish, and I actually manage to get him to effectively paint an arrow on his head for one of my remaining rag-tags to fire a shot off at, defeating him, although that's while I'm still being hugged to death or something.

Fade to some sort of scene where there's turning pages of a book, within which there's a tabular form of "In year X this guy got honours <such'n'such' and such'n'such>", in a partially pictorial form that I could easily understand in context.  It indicates a military progression career of an FPS-type.  On one line the honours are effectively "gained <various power-ups for a particular kind of Mecha".  It all sums up as a rapidly rising career of an effective game-soldier who maxed out pretty much every possible method of combat available to him (personal and vehicular).

I wake.  Or come out of the 'game', at least. (I am of course, still in the next stage of the dream).  A friend and his family (a RL one, who is of course the person who has both 40K and Halo games, in their respective formats) are there and I have to give them a birthday card and a wedding anniversary card and present.  (This, by the way, is true.  And today I shall be doing this IRL.)  We get into conversation and I find that I could have won and survived that game.  But he was always much better at both of those games. (IRL, much so.  In this dream I think I'm a little bit more legendary.)


The next fragment of dream is fuzzy.  I do have vague memories of an attack upon the forces of Microsoft by a guy under a strange parachute (huge, planar, hexagonally-linked set of discs), who has part of the parachute destroyed by enemy attack and he goes down in a spin (like a catastrophic Kerbal Space Program wide multi-booster spacecraft under similar damage, is the best analogy, only with a lack of retardation rather than cessation of boosting).  Landing safely he looks around in relief to have survived the final bit of fall, before being snatched up by a strange sticky pendulum on the underside of a Microsoft-forces helicopter, that catches him unawares at his back.  But I watch this entirely as a third-party.  (It may also have been a part of Dream The First's sequence prior to the boiler-house stand-off.)


Now properly Dream The Second, I appear to be (or closely associated with) Buffy The Vampire Slayer, for some reason.  I have a cat in a box/crate-type thing (twice as long as wide and high, just the edges, or transparent across most of the faces as the cat obviously can't get out...  In the "tonight's theme is obviously computer games" thread, I'd mark it down as something Minecraft-like (a two-cube construct, as with a basic double-chest).  Anyway, I'm obviously in a cellar.  There's a hobo or someone similar in there two who seems to be an ally (certainly not an enemy) and when the cat escapes the box, somehow, causes a fuss and draws the attention of those living above the cellar (who are not friendly to me/Buffy, I happen to know) he plays the part of ushering the cat towards the cellar steps/doors and makes a plausible "here you are, a cat..." type excuse to the one who comes to investigate, before packing the box away under a shelf (alongside similar boxes) untroubled by the newcomer, while I/Buffy (now definitely seen in third-person, in a cinematic panning-camera reveal) is shown to have jammed herself into a corner of the ceiling, out of sight of the newcomer.  To be undiscovered, not to attack, but successfully so.


Dream The Third may continue onwards from here, but I cannot recall the exact connection if it was.  It appears to be Game Night, still, as it appears I (whoever I am) am looking for clues/components in some sort of 'real world' version of a click-scene adventure game.  Something (a kind of scarab-ish thing, at least by the end of the scenario) seems to be calling me across to various rooms and locations where I (and a helpful companion of some kind) are discovering obscure things that lead to the next thing on.  The only clearly recalled segment, however, is that in a school/museum room dedicated to Egyptology I am having great difficulty homing in on the Scarab's latest destination.  It's probably in a drawer in one of the many exhibiting desks.  The clue I appear to be trying to follow up is the text "J-ell-y K-ey".  By the very end of this dream sequence I recall that in one of the drawers there's a card upon which there appears to be some form of translation guide.  I get as far as finding that it has "J" marked down as meaning "Sand" (which I face-palmed about, as it was an obviously virtually onomatopoeic word relating to sound of striking the (sandy) ground, in a desert area).  But I got no further for I then awoke.  For real.
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« Reply #534 on: November 25, 2012, 06:28:24 pm »

I almost don't remember my dream, the only part I remember was that I was sort-of playing (or watching someone) play borderlands 2 (which I have never played nor played the first one in a while). and was playing as the commando dude that had some sort of lock-on homing machinegun and was fighting against brick who had a homing shotgun too (the bullets pretty much intercepted each other to block damage). Long story short commando dude won and a cut scene of him talking something about what he does (something along the lines of he(brick) doing it as a mere diversion of his routine and he(commando dude) being his routine or something like that) before cutting off his ears and gouging off his eyes (commando dude to brick)...


Can somebody explain me why this happened? I usually have nonsensical dreams but I am never in the perspective of attacking some of my favorite characters.
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« Reply #535 on: November 26, 2012, 07:36:18 am »

I had several sequences in today's dream. First was about some gardening, to the point my hands turned black from dirt.
Next was about being construction worker on EMpire State Building in the 30's, and everything was black-and-white like in old movies.
And then I had the part about my brain and stomach being slowly pierced by something sharp while I was sitting in a chair and reading a book. Strangely, I don't remember the name of the book, nor lack of comfort from the piercings.
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« Reply #536 on: November 26, 2012, 07:57:21 am »

So last night was kinda disturbing. I was in my grandfathers village, on a road leading to his house, and I'm not sure how or why but these giant (atleast 3 meters tall), partly decomposing fat old guys appeared. Their faces were twisted and goblin-like. They were vampires, or a breed of vampire, Machavellians I think was their name. They were manipulative or something, and I remember seeing them as big pedophiles or something.

They were also terrifying for some reason, probably their imposing size and implied power and strenght. So I and some people who I can't remember now were suddenly in my grandfathers house when one of them leans trough the front door grinning menacingly and saying something about our end or his power or somesuch, then laughing when we threw crosses, holy water and other vampire killing stuff to no effect. He then gives a warning or something before slowly starting to back away as he continues laughing, at which point me or one of the people with me starts shooting him with this big ass pistol (a Desert Eagle or something) only to have the bullets bounce off. Then the giant vampire turns around to leave completely when one of the bullets hits him in the ass, going trough the asshole and exploding him from the inside, because for some reason the skin is indestructible only in one direction, and his insides are quite squishy or something :S

At that point I can't remeber what happened next but I think it got scarier as I suddenly started thinking of Twilight vampires really hard, because those aren't scary at all or something :S

Then I think I was half awake and terrified that one of the Machavellians was in my room, then I remeber that they can't fit into my room because it's rather small, so I kinda laugh it off and turn to fall asleep again XD
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« Reply #537 on: November 26, 2012, 09:45:29 am »

Yet another fragmented dream night, with fragments only having initially survived awaking (but apparantly one, albeit loosely, sequential dream rather than the several I sometimes have), but parts keep leaching back as I'm putting this down.  Let's see how as we go.

Try as I might, I can't remember how or why I was in Cathedral city of some kind (but that fact was important).  And the retail park within it.  And trying to decipher a huuuuge billboard with advertisements on which were set out like an ads page of a broadsheet newspaper.  And I'm a bit hazy about the navigation system in my car being set for the wrong date.

...but then I start driving my car.  Perfectly normal when I got into it (actually, more a flatback station-wagon type, which is not what I drive IRL, but hey), except that once I started driving it there was a bit of a big flaw.  The vehicle was now a great big wooden caravan (old style 'static caravan', not Romany) and the driving-seat was set to one side of the door with no window in front of it.  To add to my difficulties, part of the door had been boarded up (the bit closest to me) so I had to crane over even further.  This made driving difficult, as you might imagine, and the weather outside was atrocious (but then this part, at least, is probably taken from RL).  Naturally I miraculously did no crash, despite only having limited ability to see where traffic was (in my lane, in a parallel lane or even oncoming, or even where the lanes and road itself was going until I'd shuffled to one side every now and then and corrected my errant course.

I then came to some tunnels.  Not through a mountain or hillside, but of the type to dive underneath a river perhaps.  Ingeniously (or so it appeared to me at the time) shortly after entering at ground level the aboveground structure, internally lines with metal-plates if not entirely made by them, there were several side-doors (not actually fit for purposes, in hindsight) labelled "Catering", "Home Furnishings" and the like, that were there for trucks carrying such supplies to filter out of the queue and take either their own tunnels or get (or lose!) priority relative to every other vehicle as they re-merged into the tunnel-system proper.

Keeping an eye on the notices, I found that I remained unfiltered until the full-on entry to the tunnel, which was a vehicular lift.  With an attendant.  That was sideways on to the incoming traffic (i.e. me, the business of the road having miraculously abated since a few moments previously, so that there were no other cars on the 'road').  Manoeuvring into a sideways position (I may well have been reverted to a more 'standard' vehicle by this time, too, as I definitely had shortly afterwards) I was taken down maybe just a single story in height(/depth) and then had to drive along underground service corridors more reminiscent of a hotel than of any tunnel.  At the end (after avoiding waiters) was another lift, but the attendant informed me that this wasn't my route out (probably was a lift into a hotel) and that another unsigned, but seen) lift I'd passed a few yards back was the one I should take.

Long story short(er than it could be!), I pop up into the open air.  It looks like whatever infrastructure surrounded this end of the tunnel has been removed by storm damage, and I'm emerging from a hole in the ground (the lift now without walls) as if on an elevator similar to that used by planes on an aircraft carrier.

I then had a little tussle with another vehicle.  I blamed how I'd rewired car's gearbox, all this apparently being controlled from a hand-unit at the end of a cable that passes (without any real way of stopping it dragging upon the ground, or even being run over by the wheels) underneath the car itself and into the engine-block.  Anyway, I still wasn't in full control.

Now it's a fuzzy part, but eventually me and a companion of indeterminate type (may have been a Whovian relationship) were now staff in a hotel (the hotel of the lift and corridors?).  Confusing architecture, again, even though we largely stuck to one level (that we knew).  Other things happen, but some dude was negotiating entry into the dining room who was (apparently, I've no idea if he even looked like him) "JZ".  And we were tasked to get a to-be-signed-for letter to him.  Two problems being that (even as staff ourselves?) we couldn't get into the dining room area without a reservation, and something along the lines of the fact that going up to JZ and saying "could you sign this please" was obviously rude and would look like we were autograph-hunting.  Which wouldn't do at all!

The solution was (apparently) to get a kid (a guest's kid, randomly encountered further along the now-busy corridors, who still had no reservation, and who would doubtless make the "can I have your signature?" even more pestery in nature, but that's dream logic for you) do the delivery instead.

Now we can look outside the windows.  A bit of a storm blowing up.  And across the service road alongside the hotel and across the railway embankment (because we're now definitely on the first floor (US: 2nd floor) rather than the ground one... yes!  It's a twister!  Going exactly parallel to the hotel.  We're in no danger.  In fact me and companion dude/dudette (not entirely sure which they were, at least permanently) go outside down a fire-escape to...  not sure.  Do something important.

After we do whateveritwaswedid, we're back in again.  Stationed at our exit door there's a group of staff of evidently military persuasion.  Brusk and proper and disciplined.  They are there for some purpose that I do not recall (though I know I knew it).  And then I flicked some sort of mental switch in them and they were now all "Cockney Geezers" talking all effusively, laughing and joking in a testosterone-enhanced "lad's lads" type of way, and... ummm, yep, "singing along to the old Joanna".  They were still military and still had their job to do.  I don't recall if I made them more or less capable of this, and I woke shortly thereafter.
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« Reply #538 on: November 29, 2012, 09:10:53 am »

I just had a crazy nightmare earlier.

Basically, I was seeing this sorta horror movie where this typical suburban family decides to get a little kangaroo joey. Things get quite weirder when it's discovered that the joey gets these crazy carnivorous urges after licking furniture, and after licking the couch for a couple minutes it does this really weird screamy thing and proceeds to eat their dog and cat. The family decides to not get rid of the joey, and like a cheesy horror film, the joey licks the couch again later and goes on to eat the rest of the family.

There was no blood or gore in the dream, but it was heavily implied the joey was eating them from the family screaming "It's eating them! What da fuuuu--" and what not.

the only survivor aside from the joey is this really attractive supermodel who comes out of nowhere, assuming they were a part of the family, who strips down to underwear and strolls across the street to the lesbian supermodel party that happens to be going on during all this. I'd assume the joey was too impressed shocked and awed confused as hell to want to interrupt her...and then I woke up.

I dunno what to make of the dream, other than the fact I probably won't be consuming ramen before bedtime, and that I now have evidence that my subconscious finds GirlxGirl a more than acceptable pairing.
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« Reply #539 on: November 29, 2012, 10:03:54 am »

I dreamt about waking from coma in hospital. After 10 years of it.

My family were the only people who remembered me. Friends have left me, my studies of course were nulled. Same for internet - only one guy recalled me, not to mention most of accounts of mine on places (like bay12) were already deleted/inactive.

Everyone was talking bilingually around me, so I had trouble communicating, everyone had computer implants and that there was spaceport to Moon-5 colony near my house.

I woke up sweating like hell. Fuck... My worst fear is to fall into coma, and I had to get a dream like that :-\
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