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[Avis-Mergulus]

It's in his sig, I think.
I have a question. What is it with Bay12 and the word "shitlord"?

Popularized and stolen from tumblerite SJWs a while ago, imported from the amazing stupid thread

It's that post where Lord Slowpoke rants about disastrous flukes being weaponized by shitlords..?

[Squill]

Do you guys frequently dream about the same locations repeatedly to the point where they're really detailed? Like, I'll dream about this house I've never been in, and right after I wake up I could draw this house's interior. Can't remember it now of course.

I used to, and even had a very long repetitive dream sequence once, but it hasn't happened in a while.

So, from what I could remember I had a dream where I was in a shooting range, with no one but the range owner, an old man, and the old man's grandson, who looked to be about ten. For whatever reason, we were going over basic gun mechanics/safety, even though I already knew everything he was telling me. We start practicing, and then the younger boy opened up a bag and pulled out what appeared to be an anti-tank rifle. He then begins to use this massive gun on targets that were about twenty yards away. The owner comes back and sees them, and his only reaction is a hearty chuckle.

So then I go back home, and apparently start playing DayZ. I'm soon placed directly into the game world, as often happens with my dreams, but at least I can still recognize it as a video game. Eventually I'm walking through a forest, and come across another player. I have no equipment, and he has a rifle and an ax. I lay down on the ground and hope not to be seen, but he's just kinda hanging around, so I decide screw it, I'm rolling away. He sees me, shoots me in the leg and approaches with the ax. I stop trying to escape to prevent him from the satisfaction of having a fun chase, and just kinda lay there. I then type, "What a douchebag," and then my character says it, with an awesome British accent, and somehow uses the perfect timing and tone to call someone a douchebag. I then say a bunch of other stuff that I don't recall, as he hasn't killed me yet. I then say, "Have fun with my nothing," and then he finishes me off. On global chat, I say that some person killed me for nothing. Then I find a cleaver and somehow combine it with something else to create something that looks like a cleaver with half of a sharp metal swastika on the back, although I think my dream mind was going for a ninja star of some sort. I challenge the guy to a duel over global chat, but I wake up before the rest happens.

[Itnetlolor]

I've been getting all kinds of crazy-ass dreams again that involve me in some seemingly normal situations in not so normal locations (one of said locations, I still remember vividly, being basically what would equate to the Eiffel Tower, expect it was in all kinds of color, and it was made out of recycled garbage, and decked out with similar kinds of crap. Funny thing, it was a market. The whole damn tower, scaling up and down it was a freaking market full of knick-knacks in and around the structure (which everyone climbed around shopping for all kinds of crap)).

Only major difference lately is that in each of these dreams, I've met all kinds of girls (since when was I such a catch? My waking life, as far as my history says, begs to differ, but hell, I'll take it as it is.), and it was as if they were talking to me telepathically when we were at a distance (hearing them as if they were next to me, even though they were at a distance), but normal once in comfortable range (beats the crap out of holding a phone for long(er) distance stuff)). Odd thing was, not only was that recurring girl a most often seen one, but a couple others were making appearances from other dreams. Most glaring thing now is that I can actually recognize them now; face, body, speech, even body language and how they act around me (and I can tell them apart easily). Even weirder had to be the fact that they made cameo appearances in other dreams (or past flings), and it was as if they were friends with each other when not hanging out with me (or my dreams have taken a turn for a harem plot or something), and I think if I recall correctly, I was checked out between dreams before they approached/tackled/surprised me in a way that I'd get the message clearly that they were into me. Needless to say, it was nice. Now if only such things happened in the waking world so often (or at least enough); but given their features, I doubt I would run into them. One detail that clings to mind, how many purple, red, or gold/yellow, and in a most-unusual case, prismatic (not rainbow colors, per-say, but an eye that changes color depending on the angle you look at them)) eyed people do you know, or how often are there people with any of those eye colors across the globe? Probably another nifty one had to be a couple of them having reflective retinas, looking like galaxies when I look into the pupils.

Furthermore, given their appearances and capabilities, I have my doubts I'd ever pass by anyone that cute/attractive and psychic while at it.

EDIT:
...Unless maybe they were off-world humans, or humanoid aliens that look identical to us, despite a feature or two being more on the exotic side (eye color, color complexion, culture, religious views/systems, etc.). Speaking of which, I do recall one or two of them speaking in a language I never heard before, yet understood (I still say it's the gift of tongues, at a linguistic level (what sounds like broken speech you'd hear during an exorcism could actually be us BS'ing about the Super Bowl or how much I sucked during Fantasy Football. Conversing in the language of the spirits, and we're discussing Fantasy Football. Welcome to The League.))

[SealyStar]

I had a dream about the Elder Scrolls universe in the modern era. It was mostly broad political jokes, like the Empire now being the United Provinces of Tamriel, which is fighting an unwinnable "war on terrorism" against "them dirty scalies" in the Black Marsh. Also, there was the People's Republic of Akavir where the Tamrielians got their cheap manufactured goods, and Skyrim was apparently independent (I guess that part is at least 50% canon), and was basically Fantasy Canada.

[Mr Space Cat]

Had some trippy dreams last night. One involved my Gameboy Advance and my Nintendo DS both somehow getting viruses that caused the screen to flicker on and off constantly and randomly display split-second long shock images.Worst of all, they couldn't play games.

In the other dream I apparently had been promoted to a prison guard of the prisons of Hell (yeah) and I was currently escorting a band of rebel humanoid/demon/whatevers to their holding cell. Hell had some very non Euclidean architecture, but there wasn't nearly as much fire as I was lead to believe. So anyway, after the group of rebels are locked into their cell, an image of Glorious Leader^tm is presented to them from the sky above. The rebel leader howls defiance, shouting "Her mane is a dirty mess! She's unfit for leadership!" I retort "She'll just have to work with what she's got, bitch!" before slamming the cell closed and hearing the various demonthingies turn on one another and start ripping each other apart for eternity as punishment. Glorious fashonista rebel leader was the first to get mauled by her comrades.

Lesson learned, no eating peanut butter crackers before bed. It leads to images of demons, Hell, and scary static and shock images.

[Graknorke]

I had a dream about the Elder Scrolls universe in the modern era. It was mostly broad political jokes, like the Empire now being the United Provinces of Tamriel, which is fighting an unwinnable "war on terrorism" against "them dirty scalies" in the Black Marsh. Also, there was the People's Republic of Akavir where the Tamrielians got their cheap manufactured goods, and Skyrim was apparently independent (I guess that part is at least 50% canon), and was basically Fantasy Canada.

I am incredibly jealous of your sleep-hallucinations.

On a related note, somebody please write fanfiction of this.

[Yoink]

Just had a very dramatic, emotional dream.
This sorta crap is why I never sleep well. X_X

Spoiler: Blah, not well written and I didn't remember much of it anyway (click to show/hide)

Earliest part I can remember was me starting to play some new game, some kind of online shooter, with a friend. I just sort of jumped into the multiplayer and into a game with him, and either by chance or intentionally we met up with a couple of other people who I'd known years ago in school.
I think we played a 3v3 deathmatch against them with some other people, which was fun, and then eventually we (I think all of us?) had to log out for various reasons. I remember talking to someone, expressing my surprise at meeting these people I hadn't seen in years.

Then, at some point later, I started to play a game again. I'm not entirely sure if it was the same game or another new one, but if it was the same on I was playing it more thoroughly, starting from the tutorial (single player?) and actually figuring out what the game was all about.
The game was apparently some sort of sequel/expansion to an earlier game I played, which I remember as being some dream-version of Red Dead Revolver. A lot of the characters, especially the two starting templates, reflected that.

I chose (one of?) the male starting character(s?) and was somewhat disappointed by the character customization, since it seemed you couldn't alter the character's facial features or body type directly, and at first the main options were just picking different hats.
Eventually by delving into a bunch of advanced options I managed to change the guy up a bit (I remember a 'how much do you run?' option which changed his body-type and stance), but he still looked none too different from the original. Oh well.

I started the game, and my character had just come out to some island in a very marshy area, apparently summoned (not magically) by the female starter character, who was an older woman who ran some sort of community out here.
She and her colleagues needed some sort of help clearing an obstruction from the middle of a bog, using barrels as flotation devices and other such nonsense. It was a tutorial basically, with my character having to do various stuff under her command whilst I learned the controls.
Finally we reached a little jutting bit of solid ground near the centre of the area, from which we could see the objective and get to work, and me being me, whilst she called out to the others to coordinate the work, I wandered over, picked up a barrel, and through it against something, smashing it. She immediately turned about and started shouting at my character asking why he would do such a stupid thing, and then the game stopped, a 'game over' message popped up in the same font as my objectives, and the game advised me to 'say a few (barrel-related) puns' and then retry the section. O.o

Long story short, I got past that bit, and then I don't remember much more until a later part, still set in the same marshy island place, where the old woman was meeting up with another woman, apparently an old friend/acquaintance, who had come out to look at the island.
Now, the interesting part is that this young woman had recently been diagnosed with a terminal illness, which, whilst not affecting her too badly yet, would eventually cause various symptoms including mental ones like severe amnesia, and eventually death.
Here I think the dream changed to her perspective as she was shown around. She was still very friendly and cheerful despite her diagnosis, which I don't believe was common knowledge. She explored the island for a while, then came to an old, run-down and very picturesque cottage tucked away amongst all sorts of old dead reeds and newer plants.
I -think- this house might have been one of the reasons for her trip.

Anyway, she was looking through it, quite fascinated, being shown around. There was an indoor tree that wore diapers for some reason.
An old guy, perhaps the husband of the old woman, or perhaps a housekeeper, was there. She spoke to him, only half-jokingly about how much it would cost her to buy the place, and he responded (he was a little soft in the head) by rambling on happily about how nice the place was to live in. She said, "Oh no, I don't plan on actually living here," at which he insisted that it would be a perfect place for her. She corrected him again, but he went on (mentioning that it wouldn't matter if she forgot to change the tree's diaper), and she became suspicious, then suddenly realised that they knew about her condition, and were planning (one of those 'for yer own good' things) for her to live out what remained of her life her, going insane in peaceful seclusion.

She became very angry at this duplicity, and how they were already writing her off. At the same time, she had a sudden, terrifying flashback to her childhood, where she had lived in fear of her schizophrenic mother who regularly attacked her.
Shit got creepy fast and bla bla bla stuff happened she stormed off and people had to try and convince her to forgive them.
I'm tired and forgetting stuff, but that's the gist.
And then for some reason I was arguing about the scariness of those flashbacks to a Bay 12er.

Tl;dr: Started off with me playing an online shooter with long-lost friends, shifted into some sort of singleplayer story-driven game set on some creepy swamp-island, turned into terrifying flashbacks about a character's schizophrenic mother. Oh and she had the same name as the psychologist I'm supposed to see today.  Just remembered that bit.

[LeoLeonardoIII]

I woke up Saturday morning dreaming of this dungeon idea which was totally fine. It's like, nothing special, but everything works really well and makes sense and it's just ... fine. Which is good enough for a sandbox where not everything has to be crazygonuts awesome.

[Itnetlolor]

Have you ever been trapped in a dream before? I mean really trapped, as in, you can't wake up until you've conquered the dream itself, trapped. Had that happen yesterday, and woke up at 2PM.

Ugh, I love and hate those dreams. In some cases, I enjoy the perks of certain environments and such (and the people I meet, the work I get, and the fun activities held there, and the scenery in many cases (floating islands are a trip and a half), like a vacation in a brainpan), and then on the other hand, it feels like I'm trying to claw my way out of Hell for the n-th time (post-lucid awareness that I can't wake myself up)). Fortunately, the universes operate under different rules, but unfortunately, that also means different metrics and different ways things could be measured by, or could be understood (and on that note of Metric, it gets aggravating trying to explain some of our math that we understand to another universe which took it at a different angle, or numerical system as their base. Doesn't help that in most-all cases, I have to learn a new language and customs of the general area, and adapt to their meals (dragons taste like chicken BTW, closer to turkey).). On the plus side, it does feel like in some dreams, I observe time at a different rate. In the real world, time is still passing by, but as far as I'm aware, time is also passing by at a different rate (basically, in some cases, it's like visiting Narnia, the time difference is absurd).

What doesn't help is that there's so much data to process, not all of it comes through. If anything, I think I'm observing my dreams like other realities, but when I wake up, I lose my memory of it, and the time that has passed on that end, regardless how much passed IRL/Waking world. What's more mind-boggling is that I remember that I remember when I come back in, but I forget that I forget when I wake up (the waking world/reality is just as easily shrugged off as when we wake up). Of course, now that I have an idea of both sides of the consciousness coin, I think I can explain how some of my brain works to myself a bit more clearly; I think my much crazier "mad scientist" side (aka my imagination) is almost fully restored. Now I just need to find a few familiar worlds to observe again.

If I can recall some of them, I'll tell you of some of the worlds and environments I've visited, and how operating as a different lifeform other than human (or operating a Symbiotic Bio-Gear), even abstract ones like Cherubim and Principalities and Powers feels like (having/using more than 2 eyes is weird, to start). None of the games I've played on a good buzz compare to these things. In a sense, I feel like our world is too closed-minded and confined, and rather small. Simply put, a tiny blue speck of dust in a colossal warehouse (Or simply, the Whoville Principle).

EDIT:
Now that I remember, after learning how to sleep with my eyes open (caught my interest, and is a good stealthy way to sleep)), at times I forget that I'm still looking at the real world while my brain enters a REM-like dream state. In a sense, it's like I can trigger myself to trip-out or hallucinate on-queue (or cue?). What's weirder, is that I think this is what we used to do as kids everytime we used our imagination to it's fullest potential (minus the sleep bit, dreaming while fully awake and physically active), and nearly interact with our dreams directly (in some cases, requiring more analog contact, like a cardboard tube or something) to better-simulate our dreams in real life in the waking world. Just a thought that came to mind. Come and think of it a little more, an open mind and a strong imagination is a hell of a shortcut to happiness and creativity, if I recall correctly. I sound like a kindergarten teacher saying something like that.

[gman8181]

Haha, yeah I had a dream I was literally in hell and I didn't wake up until I clawed my way out of the damned fiery inferno.

I over emphasize it though. It was actually more like a glorified time of skipping around from one rock to another except the rocks where all floating on lava. It wasn't scary but it felt sort of lonely and weird in a kind of "I'm lost" way. No demons or freaky monsters. Just empty barren plains and lakes of lava with a weird orange sky.

[Sappho]

Here's an interesting one for you all. I was dreaming that I was at some sort of party. I hate parties, and this one was full of sorority-girl types, which I also hate, and I really wanted to get out of there. I ducked down a narrow hallway, one wall of which was a large closet with sliding glass doors. Behind one of the doors was everyone's jackets and stuff hanging up. The other one held one of those refrigerated displays from supermarkets or convenience stores, full of cold drinks. There were two girls there arguing about how many calories was in various types of water. They were blocking my way but seemed to be mostly ignoring me. Suddenly I realized, I had to poop. That became my sole focus for a minute while these girls chatted away. I could feel, physically, this need, and so... I pooped. Right there. One little turd, gently plopped on the floor. And I could feel it happen, the way I can feel my teeth start to crack and shatter whenever I'm grinding them in my sleep. I realized two things: one, I had just pooped on the floor in a party, in front of two people who hadn't seemed to notice. The other was that I was dreaming, and I was afraid what I would discover when I woke up.

It being a dream, I prioritized getting that poop out of there discreetly. I gently pushed towards the other side of the closet, where my backpack could be seen hanging. The girls moved away and back into the party to let me by (their chosen drinks in hand), and I grabbed a tissue from the bag, scooped up the poo as though it were one of my cat's in his litter box, and raced towards the bathroom so I could plop it in the toilet before A. anyone noticed or B. I woke up. I just barely made it as I woke up, then frantically checked my pants (clean). I didn't even need to poop.

Strangest dream I've had in a long time, and I have strange dreams all night every night, and even before I fully fall asleep (and during the day when I fall asleep, I probably have narcolepsy)...

[Caz]

o_o I had a dream that I was a princess in a castle, and could fly over buildings witch-style, except the kingdom was under threat from assassins or sth in the style of a mafia game. Vector was a fire mage and Tiruin was some kind of forest ranger dude. -_- Maybe I am spending too much time on this forum. Very much yes.

[Mesa]

One thing that really pisses me off about dreams is that things that sounds/look so awesome are more often than not fake.
Today I remember hearing a really nifty song in my dream (though the rest of it was really weird) but of course it was not real.

[Caz]

One thing that really pisses me off about dreams is that things that sounds/look so awesome are more often than not fake.
Today I remember hearing a really nifty song in my dream (though the rest of it was really weird) but of course it was not real.

Haha, I get this. I've had dreams full of "omg good" plot ideas for writing, then I wake up and realise that they make absolutely no bloody sense. I mean, AK-47s in medieval England? Really, now.

[kaijyuu]

Part of my dream last night was that I worked at a restaurant of some sort, and my boss took handwritten notes about my performance every time.

At the end of the dream I got to look through the notes, and almost all of them said "you fucked up" and nothing else.