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[Slayerhero90]

I was at home when I raised my right arm to look at it becuase it was itchy. I found two little inflammed hairs, so I pulled on them. Instead of those hairs, however, I began pulling out tapeworms out of my arm. What was more terrifying was that I felt the tapeworms wriggle around inside my arm as I pulled them out.

I managed to pull out many of them an they made a small pile on the counter, and began to coalesce into one super-thick and long tapeworm, which then began screeching and hissing at me, possibly tryign to communicate. Of course I didn't know Tapewormesian, so I deducted this must be a dream.

I woke up a second later.

That made my everything hurt more than the Russian Sleep Experiment did.

I didn't dream when I was supposed to be asleep, but when I fell asleep in the shower for about five seconds, I was playing Fallout: New Vegas when I shot a Powder Ganger while I was in a cave and the guy's head got stuck in the wall. I walked up to him to use Z to yank him out of the wall, and when I did, his head turned and faced me as if he wasn't really dead. His head managed to go from generic black Powder Ganger appearance to something that looks like a skinless Velociraptor head, mouth wide open, during the few seconds of my dream he was in the wall. It shocked me out of my sleep.

[Yoink]

Here follows the dream I just had. I went to bed at... I dunno, somewhere between 6 and 8 AM, after a marathon Sims 3 binge, and woke up at around 2.
Many bits of the dream were inspired by videogames, probably more than I realise. There was, of course, a lot more to it which has been forgotten, as is sadly almost always the way with dreams.

I know there's a lot about this dream that I don't remember. The entire lead up to the main scene is pretty much forgotten, but I was holding a whole bunch of people hostage in some building, I'm guessing to keep the cops at bay.
These people, however, were not all harmless civilian types- I don't remember exactly who/what they all were but I think there were a few prominent members of the criminal underworld. Apparently even as I kept them hostage I made multiple trips around the city-thing I was in, I guess whatever police siege was after me was pretty laid-back/keeping t their distance.
Anyway, when I came back from one of these weird, not-remembered errands I found a couple of soldierish-looking people (actually, one of whom looking like a certain character from The Walking Dead) had infiltrated the building (which I think may have been a seedy underworld bar) with a crate of guns and were now arming the hostages! I guess they'd had enough of my crap, I'm not sure how long I'd been practising my weird, hands-off brand of hostage keeping, but it felt like they'd been there a while.
Tensions had been rising for some time, too. I can't remember a whole lot of the shootout that followed, it went for some time and I believe my hostages joined forces with the cops outside, but I know the gunplay was viewed from a third-person perspective like uncharted.

 At one point I was huddled right in the corner of a room, in cover, clutching some crappy little AK47SU or similar as the heavily-armed masses advanced. They were massing for a final attack just to the right of my field of vision, at the doorway to the room I was in and also on that end of the balcony outside. (i could see the balcony through a row of windows. All up it was basically the same as a level in Uncharted.)
This was one of those wonderful moments where my dream self is like, "welp. I'm probably gonna die here," and I resolved to do my best to survive, no doubt taking down a lot of them in the process. There followed a lot of desperate ' picking off' any of them moving along the balcony before hurriedly ducking back into cover as bullets flew. I was certain that I would die if they rushed me, but they didn't- I guess due to fear.
Anyway after that moment my memory gets hazy again, but there began the final, decisive gun battle and suffice to say it was a doozy. At some point I threw caution to the wind and ran forward to dive out the window or something, blazing away at the (surprised?) folks taking cover on the balcony, before miraculously making it back into cover myself. I remember shooting some especially annoying hostage, one who'd insulted me a lot earlier on, through her eye. Eventually they were dead- all except one.

This one guy wearing a hoodie, standing around a corner at the back of the battlefield with a resigned expression on his face, was the only hostage who hadn't taken up arms- and thus the only one to survive.
This was one of those Uncharted-ish moments where I could see a username above his head, and because of it I at once disliked him and was surprised that he hadn't turned on me with the others- it began with 'Bloods_', in reference to the moronic gang. I grabbed him, suspicious and presumably held him at gunpoint as I asked him just why he didn't join the others.
He shrugged, and sadly I can't remember his answer any longer- it's been too long since I woke up. When asked about his choice of username, if he was actually a member of said gang, he said he'd never actually been there and had nothing whatsoever to do with them.
I accepted these answers and was beginning to trust him, but he hesitated when I ordered him to turn out his pockets, and turned out only one of them. When I reached for the other he tensed up, and I realised he had to be armed, I took a moment to hold my gun up passively and defuse the situation- no sense in us killing each other just when some trust was starting to form. I think he turned out to have some crappy (rusty?) little revolver.
Anyway after that I took him with me as I went someplace in the city (?) this was set in. We passed through some central, square/park-ish area, and saw these loudmouth rednecks walking along shouting, for the most part unintelligibly. I explained to my new companion that they were always there or something.

That moment a wolf emerged from somewhere- it had this strange, throaty bark that made a kind of 'wuut/wurt' sound more than anything, and I knew that such wolves were actually players upon whom had been placed a kind of ban, turning them into such creatures for angering an admin.
For some reason this one charged and leaped at me, knocking me flying. I'm not sure if it was going to maul me or what, but "Bloods_" knocked it off me and put his gun to its head as the rednecks began to shout at it- in perfect english now, to my surprise- telling it it shouldn't have pissed off the admins, apparently by being an idiot over OOC chat.
Anyway, I -think- my companion let the wolf-thing live and then we went on our way and that's all I remember.


Edit: Okay. That was a strange dream. I had to post it from my phone, since that's where I typed it up, and posting things from my phone is hard so I just dumped it all into a post willy-nilly and then fixed it up via computer.

[Tarran]

I just had an interesting MOO2-like dream. I can't remember much, but what I remember starts with me engaging another race in combat before I get distracted by a star flying across the damn map even while I'm not passing any turns. Really.

Then I notice there's this singularity, which is right in the path of the star. Sure enough, as soon as the star gets there it slows down (yes, really, goddamn dream physics), flies around the core, then around a couple of degrees of turning (perhaps 90 degrees or so) it flies off again.

Then the singularity starts flying around the galaxy itself after perhaps another close encounter by that same star. It goes off map (which loops) into territories of some other empire I don't want to exist, nomming on stars and flying around some other singularities of another kind (they were labeled * singularity or singularity * rather than just "singularity" and they did nothing), before all of a sudden...

BOOM, it explodes into goddamn planet eaters that look like sea mines, which fly around even faster than the singularity and with enough intelligence to pick their targets. They ravage the random empires I don't care about and eventually the battleground between me and the other race. I get really worried before I find out they specifically target TERRAN planets. Crap! Usually in any decent MOO2 game my empire is mainly Terran by now.

So I look to my core colonies and find out they're there... I send everything I have to attack each one of those planet eaters (in real-time for some reason rather than turn-based), before I notice with horror how the system icon for Sol (which is a planet) has become barren... I look at Sol, and then my home world... and it's still there and it's just Arid? Ohhh, the icon was Arid! Whew! I can recover from that.

Happy my home world wasn't nommed, I continued fighting those planet eaters before I woke up by myself.

Amusingly, now that I look back on it, the locations of the races on the general map and the war reflect my latest MOO2 game with decent accuracy.

[penguinofhonor]

I went to a gas station with my mom and was going to buy something inside, but then I was carrying an egg or something so I tripped and ended up tossing it at the cashier. It broke on her. This pissed her off and got me kicked out of those store while my mom stayed inside to get what we were coming for.

I wandered around outside for a while and somehow ended up driving in a car at night. The driver's seat was on the right side for some reason. It was really dark and the windshield was foggy except for the small patch I could keep wiped clear with my hand. I was peeking through that and driving along, hoping the defrost would clear up my vision, when suddenly I took a turn too fast and flew off the road.

I ended up in some guy's driveway, rammed into his garage door. I tried to back out and drive off but I couldn't see well, so when he came outside I got out and decided to take whatever was coming. He started to lecture me about how irresponsible it was to drive drunk.

[Graknorke]

The driver's seat was on the right side for some reason.

Could it be because you were driving on the left like everyone should?

[penguinofhonor]

No, I was driving on the right side of the road too.

[NobodyPro]

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[penguinofhonor]

Three dreams last night.

In the first one I was back in high school. One of the underclassmen (I believe she's this freshman at my college who didn't actually go to my high school) approached me and told me that I was going to be her... servant, I guess? I'd be following her around for a couple hours a day, helping her out, and tutoring her. I said no. She said she'd pay well. I said yes.

We then went to her next class, which was being taught by one of my college professors. He's a super liberal biologist. She starts talking to him about how it's terrible that our democrat club is shutting down from lack of funding while the republicans' club is, something about female representation, and a couple other things. He says it's quite tragic but the super conservative religious high school teacher is blocking him from doing anything about it (that guy was actually one of my high school teachers).

Then Shego from Kim Possible was sitting in a desk in front of us, apparently a student. She turns around and offers to track him to see if he's doing anything suspicious. So she follows him, says he is, and we head over to wherever he's at. There's this giant glob monster that's constantly growing and grows more when you damage, and we beat it by cutting it up until it can't grow anymore, then cutting out the center and destroying it.

I woke up at this point as one of my friends came drunkly barging into my room, then I had a bottle of hard cider, checked what was up with League of Legends, and went back to sleep.

Begin dream 2.

I was in some elementary school. I was part of a clearly Homestuck-troll-inspired race with a hierarchy based on different blood colors. The difference here was that as they advanced in age or rank, they went through some process that advanced them to the next blood color and caste.

For some reason, I was in a young child's body. Everyone was baffled since I wasn't supposed to be a child, but the only solution people saw was to send me through the various processes again to get back to where I was supposed to be. The lowest caste was purple blood (Gamzee for you Homestucks), and to advance to the next one you got put into a pod with some other purple-blooders. You were merged organically with the pod via some organ thing that attached to the back of your head and rand down your back in an upside-down U shape.

So I got in and the spherical pod thing started flying around and I was looking out of it and seeing all sorts of shit and I'm pretty sure I had some visions. At the end I got out and refused to advance any further because of what I'd seen, and kept the top bit of the U-shaped organ thing as a symbol (it looked like a scarf at this point so it was decently stylish).

Begin dream 3.

I don't remember as much of this one. It was another school setting, and it followed a woman who had been possessed by a demon. She had a gun and she was going around the school trying to do something evil.

At the end, she found a little kid who was all like "What are you doing?" so she used her demon powers to convince the kid he had been bad and therefore needed to be killed. Some teacher was trying to stop her from killing the kid when I woke up.

[Loud Whispers]

Wizards attacked my house in the night. They won.

[Starver]

I've missed setting down a lot of my dreams, here, because they're so complex (although I've still written a few up, so may spring them upon you later), but taking the opportunity to do it right now because I've got a few spare moments within what should be easy memory-distance of having it.  (Although there are massive omissions, already.)

The dream did not start here, but at some point after forgotten precursor adventures, I find myself in a palaeolithic hunter-gatherer tribe.  I'm part of it (although possibly a new member), originally camped up around a coppice or small wood (although it later changes to scrubby moorland hillside, albeit on exactly the same spot of contoured landscape).  It occurs to me to mention to the spiritual leader of the tribe how maybe instead of growing our own little clumps of personal crop, individually, if we perhaps put half of the seed we each possessed into a communal crop (keeping on the same with the rest) then we'd get various advantages, which the leader-guy thought was a good idea.  (In my own mind I was worrying about whether it should be a quarter, or all of it.  My biggest concern was whether this would actually be considered taxation, or lead to it or tithes.  My mind obviously wasn't palaeolithic...)

Then some anthropologists drove up in their 4x4 (so the world wasn't palaeolithic either?) and we had a chat, looking at the moons.  Moons.  It occurred to me that there shouldn't be two moons in the sky.  And two moons that were big (and close, with less than their own diameters between them, like a pair of wide staring cartoon eyes) and looked more like (I think...) Mimas than Luna, from the crater configuration...  Although maybe it was back-side of our actual moon I was somehow seeing.  In duplicate.  All this was also mentioned, anyhow.  The anthropologist[1] allowed as how he might perhaps agree with me about the oddnesses.  And as I turned back to the moons I noticed they were smaller than before.  Which was news to him (who had been looking at them constantly) but... yes... perhaps I was right about that as well, but he wouldn't have noticed any of this had I not pointed it out.

Then they became very small, bright lights (brighter than most stars, but nearly as small as), and actually move (and get much closer) as they become headlights from a car high on a far-off mountain road, in that direction.  We'd been on a moorland plateau, clearly looking at the sky, but now we were looking up at the steep foothills of a mountainous region (with a road artfully winding down a valley coming out of it), and we could obviously not have seen the moon (or moons, or Mimases) at that elevation, and instead the bright flashes of headlights as the occasional car twists down the road and briefly faces us directly...  But slightly above there was a crook in the mountainous horizon through which the moon (the real one) could be seen.  With a set of "echo" images (slightly fainter and smaller) dotted around it.  (In my thoughts I imagined that there was a mathematical relationship describing the positioning of qualities of each echo...  Something Fibonacci-like, or from some analogue of X-ray crystallography, although it was more asymmetrical than the examples in either case.   But if only I could analyse is it, then...)

Then the scene changes (gradually, organically... somehow), and the next bit is hazier and less easy to describe.  The next key image still with me is that I'm in my old family home, trying not to kneel too heavily on the (lid-closed) flat-bed scanner next to my Dad's old computer.  (IRL, the glass platter would have definitely broken, through the flimsy lid...)  Then out in a car.  Dad driving (at least later, although he's in what should be the front passenger seat, so the car is obviously a left-hand-drive (unusual, in my right-hand-drive country), to inadvertently echo someone else's dream as just read), as already-forgotten things happen, although we find that someone's managed to put a small souped-up street-racing car inside the hatchback of a police 4x4.  Initially, it appears, upside down with holes in the roof of the police vehicle so that the car inside can be driven when the outer vehicle is inverted, taking the shell of the 4x4 with it.  Although later on the police vehicle is the right way up but still being driven car-within-car, like a damaged Russian doll would be, if it were cars with suitably protruding inner wheels.  And driven aggressively/recklessly as if it were just the small, light car, despite the heavy shell of the exterior vehicle (and the exterior vehicle's own wheels?).  Then more driving strangeness, and then... awake...


(Really too many gaps crept in for coherency, although the bits that remain are still vivid enough.)


[1] Darn, I hope I'm not going to have to type "anthropologist" and "palaeolithic" a lot more.  (And, later, Fibonacci.)

[Guardian G.I.]

Guys, why are your dreams so meaningful?
My dreams are just random stupid amalgamations of my past memories.

[Ultimuh]

My dreams are just random stupid amalgamations of my past memories.

Mostly it's this for me.
Other times, they are quite.. interesting.
The best dreams I tend to dream tough are those full of ¤ADVENTURE¤.
But those are few and I usually don't dream of them as often as I would like.

However most of the time, I forget what I dreamt of.

[NobodyPro]

So I had a dream that I woke up and I'd forgotten today (as in, I woke up tomorrow). There was dried vomit in the hall and my unit had an acute case of dream geometry. It was particularly worrying because I thought I'd missed a Type B (Fail this, fail the unit) Test and a haircut.

[Mr Space Cat]

Apparently I was a foreigner to this happy-go-lucky Dr. Seussian town where the locals are generally cheery and the common greeting is to come up with a witty pun of the other person on the spot. Despite this cheery atmosphere I had apparently been less than happy at past times, but now everything was "looking up;" I had a friendly girlfriend who earlier that day had admitted she really liked me, I was successful at the job/college I was going to in the town, and I was generally feeling unregularly happy. I was even getting the hang of the punny greetings and making more friends with the locals.

Then I got home and discovered that my earlier attempt at summoning/reviving the body of an eldritch alien horror-the body of which I had dug up-was actually working. I would be possessed by this revived alien prophetic shaman who was the last of his kind, and I would ultimately be responsible for the utter annihilation of the happy Seuss town and the rest of the world by my own foolish actions.

I woke up before I got to see how my subconscious would portray what it was like being possessed. I'm a bit disappointed, considering how  the experience of sharing a body with another conscious is otherwise unimaginable or unexperiencable. Though I am impressed by my subconscious' ability to make a happy little world with happy little trees and then brutally kick the happy little protagonist in the gut with a happy little alien demonic possession. Kudos, brain, I never saw it coming.

[MaximumZero]

Guys, why are your dreams so meaningful?
My dreams are just random stupid amalgamations of my past memories.

My dreams are only what I decide they should be. *shrug*