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[Mesa]

So apparently...
Today I had a dream about me playing something that was supposedly a really old version of Minecraft (probably for nostalgia's sake), when they've (apparently) introduced a new type of grass, which somehow was a ground-breaking (hah!) change. Unsure how.

Anyway, I was in a sort of canyon at night, and the view distance was extremely tiny. Smaller than the current in-game minimum, but later on I've switched it to be a bit bigger. It was still pretty damn dark though, and the way I remember it, torches were bugged to the point where they didn't actually provide any lighting when placed, despite the fact I was placing them all over the damn thing. You would expect that kind of bugs to happen in what seemed like alpha, though.

I also remember visiting the wiki, which stated that the world height has evolved from 1, 2, 3, 4 blocks to an infinite amount, with an appropriate .gif of a flat world with a hole in it....

It was weird. And I haven't even played Minecraft in...
Ages?

[Guardian G.I.]

Today I had a dream in which I went on a tourist trip with my parents to Yugoslavia (?). Apparently I was in Belgrade, exploring some abandoned houses in a decrepit residential area that was heavily damaged by American air raids in 1999. The city didn't looked like the real one at all and featured giant skyscrapers that looked like skyscrapers built in New York before the First World War.

[Steelmagic]

I had a dream where it was made illegal for US citizens to own military surplus regardless of age of the equipment or citizen. All i want in the world is to collect old military items or military items from different countries so it was horrifying to me. There was another storyline but i only remember the part where that was made illegal thanks to Sen. Ronald Mcdonald (yes, really).

[Graknorke]

I had a dream where the milk was out of date.
Then I woke up and checked the milk and it was actually out of date.

[ghostnoises]Woooooooooo~[/ghostnoises]


Sometimes I wish that I could remember better things in my sleep than the best-before dates of food items.

[Itnetlolor]

I've been getting more and more dreams lately of a recurring girl. Pretty much the same one as previous ones. In a sense, we were sharing experiences in the dreams (mostly of the games I've been playing lately (inMomentum, Super Laser Racer, and etc.), but in a more immersive level (as in, we were our characters). It was pretty fun, especially when the senses were active in the dreams as well. She was quite the competent player (and pretty challenging to compete against while at it), not to mention, had a knack for smack talk (kinda reminds me of The League, and how the girl of the group took to Fantasy Football (and the absurd levels of vulgarity) like a duck to water). Kinda made me feel like a kid again. Oddly enough, that level of childishness is what was most appealing to her. Chidlish qualities: like enjoying life and playing games, and having fun being the main priority. In a sense, my inner-child being expressed (despite being a full-grown adult) is what was valued.

Funny enough, for games with more players, other recurring characters from other dreams (especially my alternate reality I reference in the art thread) join in the fray. So now I'm racing against what would amount to my crew (which this one seems to be a part of), and a couple dream girls from other realms added in as filler competition (not as good as the legion of badasses I'm up against) in games like Super Laser Racer, in Tron (Legacy) immersion levels (with the scenery to match, which needless to say, my imagination rocks at replications/mimicry of all things that exist and don't; sometimes, including death (did a test suicide before, just to explore the option being turned off. Fortunately, I respawn instead of waking up, but it doesn't change the fact that dying fucking hurts. BTW, being de-rezzed hurts like hell. Imagine being cubed by the finest blades around as you are turned into voxels which also crumble on the floor when they land. Yeah... it does hurt like hell.), and other games like Need For Speed, Burnout, Star Wars: X-Wing Alliance (space battles), Crimson Skies, Unreal Tournament... The list goes on.

Spoiler: Gets a little ranty here (click to show/hide)

Nonetheless, I keep getting a recurring message as well: "The time has come.", "I am near.", "Wait for me." and so on, by that one girl (and in some cases, other girls; which from the sound of them, they don't mind each others' presence (EG- No jealousy/competitiveness/etc., which I hope spells well in the long-run (EG- No homewreckers and the like))), keeps ringing during the dreams, before, during, or after them. I don't know if there's a wandering spirit that's got the hots for me, or if I'm clairvoyant, and life might actually cut me a break for once, and lead me to my ideal girl (or soulmate, if such things really do exist; which the world has slowly been convincing me that, not in this universe's rulebook do soulmates exist). After attempting to take part in the dating game (and failing enough times to ragequit the whole ordeal for good), I don't want to go through all that work (again; out of laziness and perma-frustration from the past (Once it clings, it can't come off)). I feel like dating is an unnecessary requirement, fit for certain people that like the whole "Game". I don't like the "Game" and it's "Rules". For starters, they're extremely unbalanced, and unfair, and needless to say, makes people like me undateable no matter any of our more positive qualities that completely override some of the other faults (I am definitely not a people-person, which already damages a minimum of 80% (closer to 90%) of my chances, since I am not the social type that doesn't like going out unless it's an errand or a need/want to be fulfilled; otherwise, it's just a waste of gas and money and time for a lack of enjoyment hanging out with people I don't want to hang out with, in hopes they know a good match for me (and would be willing to hook us up); however, as a potential house-husband, I can run a tight ship easily (while also being good with kids, self-sufficient (paying bills, keeping stock of food and other needs, and preventing the household from smelling like year-old laundry)), which is a hard trait to find in most guys these days, from what I've heard. Not to mention, I have a loyalty code I adhere to, which again, is against most tropes relating to most guys in the dating world. Unfortunately, because I'm "Nice Guy" loyal (or more realistically, as extremely loyal as a dog, but as high maintainence as a cat (High loyalty:Little/No Maintainence required. Which includes social contact. Just acknowledge you're still around every once in awhile so I know I can still invite if I'm headed out somewhere and want company; aside from that, your life is yours as my life is mine), I am immedately worthless, instead of priceless. I'm hoping in that case, I'm more "Too good to be true" or "Intimidatingly High Quality" (to the point everyone feels unworthy of being with me, and thus priceless) than "Doormat Nice Guy Worthless". With how I'm generally treated by the rest of society, I'm more worthless than priceless. If I've been priceless the entire time, then mission fucking accomplished on convincing me otherwise for whatever purpose you had in mind (probably the usual crap-reason of/for 'bullying'. Two can play at that game; I can find just as many faults in the people against me, or more, than they have about me; and return fire (verbal beatdown) without having to resort to vulgarity/cursing and a string of F-bombs to deliver my point (I prefer precision-F-striking rather than carpet-F-bombing. BTW, my relative lack of cursing (out of politeness) should count as a positive quality as well).

[Avis-Mergulus]

I had a dream where the milk was out of date.
Then I woke up and checked the milk and it was actually out of date.

[ghostnoises]Woooooooooo~[/ghostnoises]

Same shit here.

[ghostnoises]WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO[/ghostnoises]

[MaximumZero]

Had a dream that my big box electronics store started selling lingerie. Of course, despite employing a handful of women ( including the store's manager), I was the only employee qualified to sell it, including measurements, custom fitting, and tailoring. I know nothing about lingerie in real life. WTF, brain?

[kaijyuu]

Had a dream that my big box electronics store started selling lingerie. Of course, despite employing a handful of women ( including the store's manager), I was the only employee qualified to sell it, including measurements, custom fitting, and tailoring. I know nothing about lingerie in real life. WTF, brain?

Was it a good dream or a nightmare? Or surprisingly boring despite being about women's underwear?

[MaximumZero]

Had a dream that my big box electronics store started selling lingerie. Of course, despite employing a handful of women ( including the store's manager), I was the only employee qualified to sell it, including measurements, custom fitting, and tailoring. I know nothing about lingerie in real life. WTF, brain?

Was it a good dream or a nightmare? Or surprisingly boring despite being about women's underwear?

Surprisingly boring. I was, after all, at work.

[Steelmagic]

I was apparently going to have a party with my friends and older brother (who isn't even in the U.S. and won't be back for a long while.) However one of my friends somehow angered the Chinese government and assassins were trying to kill us while we got stuff.

At one point while driving to the store with my brother i noticed two women on a Motorcycle trying to shine a laser pointer in my brother's eyes and make him crash, they noticed i saw them and drove off before i could shoot them with the gun i apparently had. When we got to the store we saw them again, but they failed to notice us so we grabbed the unstable explosives that were apparently in our truck and left that area.

I was then tasked with (illegally) buying alcohol for the party, since we aren't letting Chinese assassins stop our party. While buying them i also fell in love with the Self-checkout, because apparently i can speak to and see human looking avatars of electronics and machinery. So using the fake ID that i apparently took from a vampire i killed earlier (So much shit getting pulled from nowhere) i illegally bought beer and left despite wanting to stay with the self-checkout. Then i woke up, confused over all of this shit that never got explained. Brain, please have some sort of lead up or explanation to these things.

[Sinistar]

I had a dream that Microsoft was trying to pull some sort of GFWL again, only it being even more obnoxious, like, Facebook/Google-invading-your-privacy-because-WE-know-YOU-need-us obnoxious.

Then I was awoken by IRL sound of dogs barking outside.
Apparently even the animals are sick of the shit that goes down in the human world, even if it is just a dream.



Before that I had a strange combination of hillbillies, sex and apparently a Blair Witch Project + Ringu hybrid/rip-off. Let us rather not talk about that.

[Squill]

and we had to play slot machines constantly to eat cake or we'd die.

What.


Anyways, so I just woke up from a pretty shitty dream. It started out normal, if not a bit dull. There was some girl who was relying on my sister to drive her home after school. She lived in a location that I remembered how to get to in real life. The only problem was, for whatever reason I didn't have my drivers license, and somehow I barely knew how to operate the car. So I start driving, and I start to get better at driving, and then we drive for much longer than it should have taken and make several stops along the way, then I drop her off and leave. No weird incidents, no being pulled over by police, no car crashes. The only thing weird that happened was people kept on insisting that we were in a relationship, which bothered me much more than we should have.

So then I have nothing to do, and all of a sudden I end up at some sort of big party or event, probably a festival of some kind. I remembered that I went there because I wanted to make new friends. I start wandering around, and then I see some people from school in a tent of some sort. I go in and start trying to talk to them, but they just look at me strangely and then leave. I keep on wandering around, and after a bit, I realize that every time I try to talk to people, I seemingly somehow ruin the conversation for them, and they walk away. Eventually I get very depressed, because it no one wants to talk to me, and I can't leave the event until it's over for some reason, so I start sitting in a corner and looking distraught. I still have a small bit of hope that someone will see me and come over to ask what's wrong, but even the people that do see me just look away and keep on walking. Eventually, the event ends and I wake up upon leaving.

[MaximumZero]

Joey Chestnut organized a celebrity hot dog eating contest, and for some reason, I was a participant. While at the table, Suzanne Somers would not stop talking ridiculous smack talk to everyone. Howard Stern bitched about everything. Kobayashi inspected everyone with contempt.

The contest begins. Kobayashi stars screaming at full volume right in my face, and slapping hotdogs out of my hands. I push him away, and he comes at me, swinging hotdogs, slapping me in the face with them. I meekly jab him with my left hand, and he explodes in a shower of ketchup, mustard, and hotdog pieces. Suzanne Somers begins beating me with a giant hotdog. I cover up, and the entire crowd, and all the other competitors join in, beating me with hotdogs of all kinds. I'm still eating. Everyone explodes into hotdogs. Millions of them. Hotdogs everywhere.

Everything is hotdogs. I am alone in a post apocalyptic city, eating hotdogs forever.

[Akura]

I had one where my parents dragged me off to the city(that's NYC) because two (married) relatives had died. One of the oddest things about that was one of the relatives was an actual demon. In fact, I was sitting in the hotel room bored, so I turned on the news and it was a report on how Hell itself opened up to reclaim the body. Mind you, I am pretty sure that relative was the one that married into the family, but, knowing my family, I can't be 100% on that.

I also remember I was pissed because I had a bunch of laundry to do, had brought it with my, but no money to go to a laundromat, and really pissed because someone had tossed the bags down to the bottom of a stairwell in the hotel.

I think the demon relative is from one of my relatives having recently been married to someone of some Middle Eastern ethnicity, though I'm not sure what. Immediately, my family was calling him a traitor to the family, traitor to America, that sort of thing, and saying that she was only marrying him to stay in the country and taking advantage of the recent death of his mother(I think). I did say I wasn't 100% on whether or not the demon was the one that married into the family.

[Slayerhero90]

The one I just had was an odd game of SS13.

It detailed the days before everyone got on the shuttle to the station, in which the dead of the previous round were cloned, the traitors were reeducated, and the survivors debriefed.
The antagonist was the Operator (not in actual game).

The person playing Slenderman targeted all the males first and left their corpses in plain sight wherever large groups of people resided.
This left my character (Hyacinthe Bisset, the irritated, easily-confused chemist-chef from the independent state of Alsace-Lorraine with the dyed-dark-red hair and excessively bright cyan eyes) still alive.

The captain and head engineer were deciding on the layout of the ship while the rest usually stayed in one-room apartments in a similar style to the average Dwarf Fortress.
There was a couch, a TV, a window, and a door, and that was it in a 2x3 to 3x3 tile carpeted room.

Soon word got out that some unfamiliar entity was abducting and murdering people, so the HE had all of his soon-to-be underlings go out and install window blinds on all the windows of the apartments and leave a thick blanket on the couches for sleeping under, which was a really crappy protection from him.

Eventually, next to none of the men were still alive, the last non-head remaining being a child (not in actual game).
He was killed while everyone else was trying to alleviate stress by loitering around in one corner of the maintenance shafts of the WIP-ship.
His corpse was dropped into the area of the maintenance shaft everyone was in and now all of the survivors were pissed off.

This one woman, an engineer I believe, was masterful at getting the others to agree with her rage and follow her.
The dream ended with a mob of mechanics, medical staff, a janitor, and a chef rampaging through the under-construction ship and converging on Slenderman.