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[Hanslanda]

Very strange dream last night. I remembered it for one.

It started, and I was me, in the outskirts of a strange town, by a lonely gas station that had closed for the night. I make this wierd wish... And a gremlin appears. Like one of the ones out of the movie Gremlins. Except... It's rainbow colored, and it's head looks like some kind of strange candy-corn spiral thing has grown out of the center of the top of it's head. We discuss my wish and it gives me a strange candy corn thing.
Which I promptly eat, according to the wish. Then I get all these strange powers, and gremlins appear everywhere, killing people. I start fighting the gremlins with knives and such, and it gets kind of bloody for a while. Then a wierd set of like... Brass knuckles, but made out of plastic and four razor blades, comes bouncing along, and I throw a knife at it. And it absorbs the knife. So I just pick it up and take it apart.
Then I'm looking at a map, and there's this huge concentration of gremlins marked out on the map, around Helm's Deep.
Yeah. Helm's fucking Deep. That one. Then it rains, and I'm in Helm's Deep, and suddenly the army of gremlins are all splitting all over the place and spraying spores and multiplying.

And then I woke up, because my brain simply couldn't withstand that insanity for much longer.

[Wrex]

So, that was an odd dream.


So, walking along downtown at night. Nothing out of the ordinary, particular. Crowds were moving, the signs were on, everything seemed perfectly normal. The suddenly, Civil Protection out of fucking nowhere/. They just open fire on the crowd, spraying indiscriminatly. The normal, nearly indistinguishable combine radio chatter was ging on, blathering on about sectors and "SCP-1242". And then it hit me that the Combine and the SCP foundation were the same organization. So, I ran the fuck out of there, dashing through alleyways, climbing fire escapes and the like, while Civil Protection proved they got their degrees in marksmanship from the Imperial Marksmanship acadamy. Then some bastard shot the fire escape I was climbing at the time, which them plummeted four stories to the ground, and ended with about 4 or 5 CP officers bludgeoning me with those taster batons and it hurt like fuck, and then I passed out.

It was white. Hard, shiny. I was restrained. I had a hospital gown on. Someone was talking, although I'm not sure who. I'll try to transcribe the dialogue as best as I rememeber it:
"SCP-1242"
"Uuurrrk. Ow."
"SCP-1242!"
"The hell are you talking to?"
"You are now in Founation custody."
"Who is the foundation?"
"I am the one asking questions here. Bring in the D-Class personel"

Then they brung in the D-Class.

"Activate phase shift resonation projector"

Now, I'm not quite sure what happened next, I assume that it was some sort of artifical moonlight or something, because it was promtply followed by great rage and much facesmashing. They sent in CP officers, who were promtly torn to pieces. Before I could rip out the door, they shut it off, and I collapsed and went back to wimpyness. They restrained me again, then took blood/saliva samples and the like. Stuck em in D-class, exposed em to the rays, see how long it took them to turn, etc, then promptly shot them. Multiple times. With High calibre rifles. Sometimes even that Didn't work. They just...kept healing. And then the device malfunctioned, and went to max output over the entire room. So now, you have a pack of angry werewolves rampaging in an SCP facility. We Smashed through the door/walls, and just went on a rampage. Combine pulse rifles do exactly jack shit against rampaging monsters. And then I broke into 682's cell.

Well, You remeber that one story where one of them rode 682 as a warhorse? It was like that, but with more plasma and destruction.

And then I woke up.

[Hanslanda]

Well, You remeber that one story where one of them rode 682 as a warhorse? It was like that, but with more plasma and destruction.

This line. It made me shed one manly tear.

[MetalSlimeHunt]

Recovering from a cold, so I've got the fever dreams again.

Not much to say about them though, as they mostly defy rational description. It's pure chaos. Colors, shapes, voices, memories, fantasies, concepts, everything my subconscious has to use blended together without any real order. It all appears and vanishes quickly, randomly. It feels as if, and probably is, my brain overheating and freaking out on me. I usually wake up drenched in sweat, so I certainly at least think I'm overheating.

[Telgin]

Fever dreams, maybe that explains what just happened to me.  I need to stop taking Sunday afternoon naps, they always turn out bizarre.  The last two weeks they involved ponies, murder and torture.  At the same time.

This week though, I had two back to back.  It started out with me being a combat synthetic in some installation protecting civilians from mobs of xenomorphs.  I was doing a pretty good job at it, surprisingly.  I don't recall how that dream ended, but xenomorphs are pretty standard fare for my dreams.

It transitioned into something pretty crazy though.  I next dreamed that I worked for Mythbusters, except that most of the employees from my current job also worked there.  And George Foreman.  Kari Byron got burned by the fuse of some explosive because it got stuck in the cage she was using as a blast shield (not that such a thing would help in this case), although the explosive didn't hurt her.  George Foreman then told me to call Uncle Phil from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and offer him $300,000 to find a replacement for whoever was negligent enough to let that happen.  Things got fuzzy after that.

I don't know what this is, and I don't begin to even.

[Vorthon]

-snip

...That was glorious.

[Xantalos]

Huh. And 1242 isn't written yet...

[Haspen]

Had a feverish dream...

Basically, I and a group of several butterfly valkyrie were ravaging a village of monkey-people. After that, I retired and took over a onion rings stand.
My only customer was heavy armored knight always asking for 77 onion rings. Then King's entourage was moving toward me but I woke up because of alarm clock.

[kaijyuu]

Last two dreams have been unpleasant. They're only vague memories now, but I do remember being quite agitated in them.

This afternoon nap's dream consisted of me losing a competition of some sort (don't recall if it was something trivial or serious) and getting really angry at those who beat me. Like, murderous rage. D: But of course, I couldn't touch them. That was part of it, I think; being utterly helpless in the face of these unknown people.
Near the end of the dream I berated myself for being so childish and getting that worked up. I also recall smashing something against the ground until it broke (like a chair, or something).

Meh. Just hoping tonight's slumber won't be so... irritating.

[penguinofhonor]

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.

That was a pretty cool one. Considering how old it was I'm surprised I hadn't seen it already.

[Starver]

Last night, I had a murder mystery dream!  Old house (manor/stately pile/similar, floor-plan like Cluedo/Clue, but with a larger set of rooms) on an impossibly precipitous hill that had impossibly green turf upon which was an impossibly compact golf-course on its slopes, and there were tunnels through the mound...

Two main suspects.  A woman who I can't really recall the details of (but I have the impression she could have been a hard-nosed Russian, of the kind that would bear the name "Ivanova"..) and a man pretending (badly) to be a Major in the army.  The latter turned out to be a PI.  My mentioning of Doctor Who in yesterday's post may have prompted the investigator and his assistance to turn out to be Matt Smith's Doctor and Amy Pond (without a handy Tardis).


I'm not actually sure how it turned out.  The 'Ivanova' character might have been guilty, but I've half a memory that the PI had been investigating her for other reasons (and been brought himself under suspicion due to his not actually being who he had been claiming to be) and thus had evidence from his pursuits that it wasn't her (along with side-effect proof that he wasn't responsible).  Now, I know it wasn't the Doctor or Amy that was guilty, and I know the Doctor knew from the start that the Major wasn't a Major (like Doctor #11 always seems to know these things).

I think the dream either did not progress towards revelation or found that there was no easy 'solution' to present as an actual plot denouement, in the end.  Still, it was rollocking good fun, at the time.  The geology, geography and architecture probably stood firmer than characterisation of those presented.  (Several of whom I was, at one time or another, 'first person' with.)

Oh, and part of the difficulty with obtaining a revelation is that I can't recall who might have been murdered (or where, or how).  There definitely was a murder, but it seems to be a floating fact, whose occurrence lay completely outside the remit of the dream (thus never giving an immediate sense of peril, violence or aggression, save for the verbal jousting that inevitably ensued).  Like I said, rollicking good fun.  Maybe a touch of farce; although the Matt Smith presence might have been the instigator of that attitude, the atmosphere coming from one of the lighter (or more lightly-treated) episodes of his.


All in all, I would recommend this dream to anyone else who wants to go and see it.  A little short of action (aside from the occasional manicness by the obvious character), lacks a definite conclusion and seems to have little purpose or even set-up premise, but as a holiday destination I would praise the location and the surrounding locale highly and this more than makes up for the other shortcomings and contributes to a very restful night.  The weather is also sure to be pleasant.  8.5/10, and two thumbs up from both of Siskel and Ebert, I'm sure.

[Person]

I really have to write down the next dream I remember, since I've already forgotten my last few. The one's I've been having lately have been quite... odd if I remember correctly.

[ISP]

Was preparing to defend the world in a epic space battle, got stuck with a crappier ship then I'd of liked.
Then was selecting the armorment and a lot like that scene from ironman2 "I'll take it"...
Then was fixing a malfunctioning spot welder with a tiny hammer after it shorted out with sparks and arcs, it appearently had a deadly history and I woke up after fixing it with one of those star screwdrivers even though the screws were triangle.

I really like taking things apart and fixing them if possible so it was a fun dream.

[Haspen]

Today, I dreamt of red-lit lounge of (presumably) gay men, who, like me, were naked.

We were drinking tea, had some biscuits and then we watched news on TV about some planet explosion. I think it was Jupiter. Then they started discussing the problem but I couldn't say anything. I wanted, but when I opened my mouth, there was no sound. The more I tried, the worse I felt.

I woke up taking a deep breath because I was thinking I'm going to suffocate for some reason. Bleh.

[Graknorke]

Today, I dreamt of red-lit lounge of (presumably) gay men, who, like me, were naked.

We were drinking tea, had some biscuits and then we watched news on TV about some planet explosion. I think it was Jupiter. Then they started discussing the problem but I couldn't say anything. I wanted, but when I opened my mouth, there was no sound. The more I tried, the worse I felt.

I woke up taking a deep breath because I was thinking I'm going to suffocate for some reason. Bleh.

I have to say, that's a really awesome dream. Naked tea and biscuits while Jupiter explodes? Sign me up for that. That sounds like a really awesome occupation/leisure activity. The inability to talk would kind of suck, but then again, naked tea and biscuits.