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[penguinofhonor]

Three dreams last night, linked pretty weirdly.

The first one had me hanging out with this girl I like. It ended when we both went into the bathroom but we were still talking because there was a divider or something.

The second one had me playing a video game were me and a bunch of people were fighting some huge boss monster. We were in the water and its lower body consisted of a huge disc it would send crashing down to make waves and knock people around.

The third dream is where it gets interesting. I'm back in the bathroom and it turns out I was narrating dream #2 to the girl to bother her. This freaked her out, so she ran away and I followed her, still being annoying. She then snapped at me and I realized I'd been a jerk, so I go off to find someone to help calm her down since I didn't think I'd be able to. So I go and get this guy who used to be friends with me and then we spent the rest of the dream wandering through the school/hotel/mall-hybrid building we're in to find her.

Analysis:

I have been thinking about said girl and I guess worrying about creeping her out comes with the territory. The game resembled GW2 a bit so I guess that's where that came from (it's honestly worrying me how much I dream about that game). But I don't know where the guy came from, since I really don't like him or talk to him anymore. He didn't really do anything except listen to me voice my concerns, so I guess it was just the first face my mind thought up.

Also this was the second or third dream I've had in this mall location. I'm kind of growing fond of it.

[Yoink]

I've thought about my dream a little, and it is odd how many familiar elements are in it. Usually, my dreams seem to simply squash a whole heap of unrelated settings, plots and characters into some kindof story, dumping me somewhere in the middle of it.

Here, though, I recognized several things: Early on I am moving out, (something I am doing IRL) to live with a friend(something we plan to do someday), and then going out with a group of semi-friends I haven't seen in ages. (something I did not so long ago, actually.)

Then there was me making humorous comments on Facebook, which I've been spending a bit more time on than usual lately, and there was a girl wearing a spiked armband, which then became a point of interest in the dream. This is interesting, because just the other day I was re-united with my favourite armband, which I thought I'd lost.

Then I received the news in the dream that a terrible, violent crime had occured not far from where I used to live. This might echo the fact that a criminal responsible for a terrible RL crime not so long ago turned out to be a friend's parent's cousin's neighbour.

And after that it changed to some dirt-poor desperado from a slum trying to make a dangerous-yet-exciting life for himself through crime. Clyde Barrow, anyone? I just finished reading a book on he and Bonnie Parker a day or two ago, so that was a clear reference. I'm not sure what the pink-shirt guy with the chicken meant, although I think the murderous bald guy with the shovel was a reference to some serial killer I read about from the '30s.

The bikie gang and explosion, I dunno. The badass gunslinger, apart from looking like Revolver Ocelot, was a pastiche of various cliched western badasses, with perhaps a dash of sympathetic jaded lawman thrown in.


Maybe what the dream is telling me is that I should round up a bunch of those old friends, go to the cinema and see Lawless. Sounds good to me! But really I think that was just a truly fascinating dream. I wish I remembered it better, but then I did remember far more of it than I usually do.

[Leatra]

I killed my ex-girlfriend and felt good about it.

So, I was on the beach with a girl who I liked. We were just watching the stars from where we were sitting. From out of nowhere my ex (in RL, I broke up with her like a year ago but we started talking again recently) attacked the girl and killed her with a knife then she threw the knife at me. I caught the knife mid-air (it was badass) but then a cop saw me. I think he thought I was the killer so I ran to the nearest house (with the bloody knife still in my hand) and went for the bedroom. I noticed a half-naked girl in there. She started screaming. I told her to shut up but she didn't listen. I quickly slit her throat and hid in the wardrobe. It turns out my ex was following me and she got into the wardrobe with me with the intention of hiding. Police got in to the bedroom and checked the corpse of the girl who I killed. After like 20 seconds of searching the room cop couldn't find us and went outside. My ex and I got out of the wardrobe. My ex said "Huh, that was close." like she wasn't trying to kill me minutes ago. In blind rage, I stabbed her and while she was still alive I cut her head off with the knife. I threw her head across the room. It hit the wall and rolled into a corner.

Last thing I remember from that dream is, me going somewhere remote in a plane with the intention of hiding from the police.

I saw that dream long ago when my mind was still messed up with all this girlfriend stuff.

I guess I'll use this thread as my personal dream journal.

[Itnetlolor]

I had a dream where I was apparently a character in a 3rd Borderlands game or something. Or at least, the scenery of it seemed very Borderlands-ish. Oddly enough, it was more hanging out in a town rather than the usual looting, and guns and such. Like I was a resident that settled down in a town in the series.  Had a very familiar "everyday" feel about it.

What is it with me and my dreams being everyday life/slice of life versions of interesting/crazy worlds from games and sci-fi series? Seems I'm not getting into adventure in those, whereas I feel like I should.

Getting back into doing some artwork again (re-building and re-imagining the Paladin-Class Airship Excalibur in Blender) and explaining how things work with them might get me 'going out' in my dreamscapes. I hope I can ride on board that ship again (dreamed of it before, love at first sight with it) to get a better idea of how the layout is for further rendering. I mean, that thing is all kinds of badass, and so is my crew for it. I mean, last time I rode it in a dream, we friggin' barnstormed the bastard. Think of a battleship power-sliding in mid-air and buzzing houses upside-down, doing corkscrews and barrel rolls, while firing a tera-watt cannon or something with equivalent power of a nuclear weapon at ships a few times larger than it miles away, while battling over a city and a suburb (just another Tuesday with this crew). Half the battles, our pilot flies so crazily, other airship captains decide not to fight us because an airship of that scale is not supposed to fly like that... EVER!!! No shots need to be fired when you can use your own (big-ass) ship like a bumper car in the sky with Formula-1 maneuverability and speeds (relatively speaking, by scale). With kinaesthetic dreaming (all senses active, reacting to the dreamscape, like being in another reality all together), those G-forces man. Holy crap. An inertial dampener comes Standard for something like that.

That ship used to be a recurring feature, as well as a personal zipcraft that was shaped like a manta ray, and a team I led through all sorts of crazy stuff, touring the universe, and multi-verse, including messing around with floating islands the size of Hawaii and such (where my team and I learned the secrets of Elemental magic), scaling competition buildings the size of galaxy-scrapers, fighting the embodiments of the Zodiac, the 4 Horsemen, and so on (and winning them all in oddball manners; including annoying one to death (The Guardian of Patience could only listen to the Macarena for so long until they finally broke)). I had such awesome dreams back then. I wonder what happened to them? I mean, I had recurring dreams where I was an intergalactic pirate/mercenary/bounty hunter, and led a massive team, with my closest friends (all unique to the dream world, not based on anybody I knew; most of them were non-human, though human in form (a pair of computers that made human forms, a pair of insects that spirit-hopped into similarly made human forms (and can hop back into their colossal dragonfly bodies, for recon and devastation ala LEXX style), a skeleton in armor that was revived back into a human (able to hop back to his previous, and painful, armored skeleton form), and a fellow pirate from a past team of pirates, and a descendant of a precursor race (or an earlier human race that passed God's hardest tests, and was granted with the powers of God)) serving as the core team, and each of us had our own specialized squadrons, best suited to our skillsets. It was like living in the most awesome game to ever exist.

Those dreams were vivid as hell, like flashbacks to a past or future life or something. They were almost always kinaesthetic, and was like living a day in another life; closely modeled after our own reality, but with far more forgiving rules to reality (life on an airship is pretty cool from what I remember of those dreams). Which could probably explain my ship, and the crazy stuff it can do without breaking from damage and over-stress.

EDIT:
In hindsight, maybe in those dreams, if the previous wall of text is anything to go by, I am retired there? Seems like it makes the most sense. I gotta un-retire my sorry ass in those dreams. I want to have fun again. I need to be creative again, do artwork, and come up with crazy shit. For myself. Screw what everybody else thinks. I had fun.

[Leatra]

I just remembered a BADASS dream I had last Summer. The whole dream was based on badassery. It was bloody like all of my dreams. Here it goes:

Me and four more people were in a shack. We were sitting on ancient-looking chairs. It's like we were discussing something very important but I don't remember what it is. Suddenly a fire broke out. There was a guy who looked like Vin Diesel, he took a pump-action shotgun, stood up and kicked the door. We all got out of the shack guns blazing.

Outside, there was a lot of police around. The Vin Diesel guy was taking them off pretty easily but others were having some problems, like me. I didn't have a gun so I punched a copped and took his pistol. I started shooting them behind a police car but I wasn't very good at it. I shot like 10 times and I only hit twice. My gun was out of bullets so I dropped it. I noticed a cop punching the crap out of one of us. I ran there, bodyslammed the cop into the police car, and ripped his eyes out with my bare hands. He fell to the ground, screaming in terror. The guy I saved thanked me. Noticing that I'm better without a gun, I kept executing miracles of epic badassery like that one.

I noticed a cop firing from the inside of a police car. Wrong move dude. So I sneaked to the side of the police car, opened the door quietly and broke his arm by slamming the door against his arm repeatedly. While this was happening our guys kept shooting. Suddenly The Vin Diesel-like dude popped out from nowhere with a SUV vehicle. We all got in pretty quickly and lost the police. I said "After all of this..." and before I could finish the girl (yeah, we had a hot girl killing the cops) said "It was awesome!" then I laughed. I said "I'm pretty sure after all of this, I can trust you people with everything." We all looked at each other, smiling and laughining. I felt like there was a bond of friendship between everyone in the car. I felt great for a moment.

Then I woke up.

[Graknorke]

So I had this dream last night, spend the last half hour typing it up in notepad, and I'll probably spend like another ten here sorting out eh formatting issues that entails.

Heavily influenced by APB
Driving around with 2 other guys, doing some gang tasks.
Chatting and joking, all that.
We call up a French racecar driver who we heard about on the radio, turns out that it was his cars we've been destroying.
We destroy another of his cars, and drive off to some fuel station to destroy an ATM machine that got involved in something with gangs and fake money.
When I burned it I bust into the store to steal food(at this point I became slightly lucid, because my thought process here was all about getting theshort term satisfaction of tasting food while in a dream.)
As soon as I got inside, I was greeted by a shelf of "munchies" which were basically pringles but the tubes are in block colours with the flavour printed on. I remember these from a dream earlier on, or maybe some of this dream I don't remember too well, and I remember thinking that that was probably something to do with dreams being simpler when it comes to detail.
I started looking out for sweets, but what I thought were sweets were actually nuts. Sneaking down the aisle I found a biscuit display and I at a couple of these HUGE Jaffa Cakes, they had a silly name printed on the nametag underneath but I don't remember what that was. They were delicious anyway. I ate like, two whole ones.
I was sneaking back around when If found the sweets aisle and grabbed a load of what were not dissimilar looking to midget gems, then I heard another guy creeping around. He wasn't police, because police have to announce their prescence. This guy was probably just raiding the shop, like me.I called out and he was friendly, so I countinued making my way to the back door (which is how I got in), when this guy goes right on and spotted by an approaching douchebag policeman.
The policeman is distracted arresting this guy at the front door, so I leave for the back. As I'm circling around the back, one of the guys on the mission with me (the other passenger) came out to meet me, when the policeman came out onto the decking on the back and asked if we had any right to be here.
My gangmate was silently urging me to show my fake police license, but I thought better of it. He questioned us some more and said he'd have to search us before letting us go. He asked if we had anything to declare, and I said; "No, but our friend over here *gesture to driver's seat* is a racecar driver!", which was true, that's why we called up the French one earlier.
The cop obviously recognises the guy from a regional race or something, and goes off to give him a slightly preferencially non-invasive search first, so I jump into the car and throw in the packers of Munchies from my jacket pocet first of all (there were 4 green and one brown), then putting the sweets in a deeper pocket and sitting on them.
Our driver must have calmed the policeman down because when he got to me I just got a half-assed patdown before he flicked me on the face and just laughed at me trying to not punch him in irritation. Then he starts calling me names and the driver comes out and stands between us, then challenged the cop to lay off.
From here, my view completely shifted from being a me to just being a big partially coloured manga strip of the two of them fighting. At this point, I note that the driver looks like Will Smith but with brown straight hair (Actually, he might have not been the driver because I remember the driver before being a fat middle-aged white man. It could have been the other passenger either). Then it ended up with a big square picture of Will Smith superimposed on my vision, and "The Coolkid of Bel Air" playing in my head as well as the distinctive taste of Jaffa Cakes pretty much overwhelming my senses for the 5 or so seconds it took for me to wake up.

[Swiftling]

Wow, you guys have crazy dreams. I hardly remember mine, but generally they have really strong connections to my fears and whatever's  happening in my life.

I have this weird recurring dream where I am in a supermarket and there is an old lady throwing sticky tape rolls at me. The first time I had it, if the sticky tape hit you, you would be infected with HIV (that day at school there was a presentation thing about a place in Africa for people affected by HIV), the second time I had it, it would turn you into a zombie (I watched like 3 apocalypse movies that day -.-) and the last time she was throwing cockroaches. I hate cockroaches. ew ew ew.
Creepy thing was, despite the old lady looking really fragile and weak, she was running fast, jumping over boxes and knocking over people.

[Yoink]

Huh, interesting.

Graknorke, that was pretty cool. The ending was kinda odd, though- your dream faded out to Will Smith's face and the taste of jaffa cakes?

[Graknorke]

Huh, interesting.

Graknorke, that was pretty cool. The ending was kinda odd, though- your dream faded out to Will Smith's face and the taste of jaffa cakes?

Yes.
Why not? They're both pretty awesome.

Then I got up and found, to my dismay, that I had no Jaffa Cakes. I think I might buy some today.

[Nega]

Weird dream last night, mainly about the zombie apocalypse. I wake up to, somehow, know that a gigantic HORDE of zambies are coming from the east, and I start running west. Eventually, at midnight, I find a warehouse with a labyrinth of tunnels underground. I go inside, get hunted by Slender Man for 10 minutes, then manage to run out. I tell this fat guy armed with a Desert Eagle about it, but he says it was just a bat. I continue on. The horde is now closer, and I keep running for weeks. Eventually I find a helicopter and accidentally crash it into a giant factory. Inside is an entire population being attacked by a giant machine. I realize, somehow, that I need to destroy it in order to get a key to open the entrance. I never find that boss, but the day before the giant horde arrives, where some zombies are in the area, I manage to get the door open, running out and finding an African American man that looks like he was the main character from The Walking Dead video games. I look behind me and the horde is mere FEET from us. He, along with a poor family, go into a small crack into a basement, and yells for me to come in. Suddenly, a video game-styled decision choice happens: Join Friend, or Run West. To the west was a small car that still worked, so I took it and drive off as fast as I can, looking back and seeing the poor group screaming as some of them go through the cracks and begin to eat the family, including the children. As if to fit the mood, this song played until I woke up.

I recognized what some of them meant or came from. The Zombie Apocalypse one comes from the time when the Miami Zombie happened, and I wanted a Zombie Apocalypse to happen to us, just to see if I was prepared. The midnight warehouse place was reminiscent of the STALKER games, with the fat guy actually looking like a guy wearing a snorker mask. Slender Man came from my watching PewDiePie's Slender LP, and the factory boss I don't remember, but the layout of the factory looked like something from Black Mesa. Walking Dead guy is pretty easy, and the horde part is from a scene in the Walking Dead one, in The Long Road Ahead. In one of the parts, after the group finds a working train, an obstruction is found. After they fix it, they notice a gigantic wave of zombies behind them. The Choice came from the game as well. It was pretty strange.

[Leatra]

Wow, that's a cool zombie dream. I wish I had a dream like that. A less scary version is better though.

[penguinofhonor]

I was trick-or-treating with some friends (and some random little girl one of them was babysitting or something). I was dressed as Santa Claus. We end up coming to some empty house. Apparently one of them knew the old lady that lived there, and they were worried because she was supposed to be there.

So we go inside and my vision starts getting funky. Like, I catch single frames of little creatures like scorpions and lizards crawling across the floor. Then one of my friends falls asleep and won't wake up, and then my alarm rings and the dream ends. I'm kind of sad. It was a little creepy but also interesting.

[Graknorke]

Like, I catch single frames of little creatures like scorpions and lizards crawling across the floor. Then one of my friends falls asleep and won't wake up.

Oh.

[LordSlowpoke]

Neon blue plastic halfpipes, ladies and gentlemen. Spiralling upward forever. I think the halfpipes were inside another spiralling halfpipe, but I just can't recall the actual physics involved. Here's me writing in a dream thread when I should be heading to sleep soon enough~

[Starver]

The night after my previous contribution, I had a very screenplay-ey dream that was basically a Doctor Who episode (but very derivative of a lot that had actually been screened, there was even an author in it, who was given the same 'revelation' as Van Goch was in the Matt Smith series, so it wasn't inclined to submit it to BBC Wales at all. ).

Skipping a day (or two) of unreportable nocturnal narrations, this morning's dream was (at the time) interesting in concept.  The details are either burnt away by the cold light of day or irrelevant, but the 'theme' was that there was an event of some kind, of which observation would precipitate a continuation of the event (not a nice thing) in those that observed it.  In fact, even electronic communication of the said event would propagate its disastrous rampage across the dream-geology concerned.

The experience of the dream was of 'me' (I've explained before, that I'm not always the 'me' in my own dreams) travelling around ahead of the 'happening' as it propagated across the landscape, and between areas of population keeping myself unaware of the thing-wot-I-ought-not-to-be-aware-of, except with a second narrative-3rd-person aspect of my dream-self following the actual events (as a semi-omniscient, but not 'event-infectable', viewpoint) tracing its progress in my 1st-person-self's tracks.  1st Person Self was 'cheating' a bit, I think, going "naw, I'm not going that way..." ('that way' being in the direction I would encounter The Event), in the style of a film that has an improbably plot progression that relies upon coincidental actions by an accident-prone protagonist (Mr Magoo) or the luckiest 'expert' investigator/troubleshooter (Bond).

Though there was plenty of moment-to-moment excitement (in relative terms), to be honest it would never have been a successful movie plot.  Interestingly, I can't remember identifying any 'spark' for the shuffling plot (the Doctor Who-ish dream was probably sparked by watching a Doctor Who episode or three over the previous few evenings, by contrast)...  But it was very much a "feeling of menace" dream (at least to the observer-self, even if the participant-self was oblivious), around which all kinds of incidental 'action' was packed.  More a set of formulaic (albeit individually varied) mini-series episodes than proper blockbuster material.

(But, then, I'm under no impression that my dreams will ever survive to become interesting external presentations.)