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[c0mplex]

So last night I had a dream regarding one of my recent fortresses. The mountain that I embarked on somehow had two veins of cotton candy in my mountain, above ground level because dream. Then while I was having my dwarves mine their way to one of the closer veins when he suddenly "went mad" and began to dig around himself randomly. This breached into a cavern, that was also somehow in the mountain and above ground level. The other miner put down the mad one and then cave monsters flooded into the mine shaft and killed my other dwarves.

And this was all in my DF graphics tile-set, not some weird real world visual translation.

Am I playing the game too much lately or is this normal?

[Showbiz]

I also have dreams like this. I guess this is normal for a game of such an extent. It's like a black hole absorbing your mind.

[Dyret]

I've had these nightmarish half awake half asleep affairs where I would see tons of little ascii dorfs run around in the dirt layer hauling and digging aimlessly forever. I also had one legit dream where I was a Dwarf trying to escape fire imps then got locked in with them by the player.

[klefenz]

I had weirder dreams, last night I dreamt I had a pet mouse that got shot and I had to treat its wounds and extract the bullet.

I am not a doctor/vet, and I dont have a pet mouse.

[Astrid]

To put it scientificly blunt. The more you busy your brain with something, the more likely you will dream about it because your brain uses your dreamtime to reorganize itself and sort memories around.
Ergo, normal.

[Evrett33]

Sometimes I dream of Tyrion Lannister serving me mimosa and wearing a bikini.

[Delioth]

It's even worse if you get into modding, especially if you take the brute force (i.e. only) method, and just take an afternoon and jump in to create something from scratch.

Dreaming in RAWs is dope. Not even doing anything, just tags flying around on a white notepad background for an hour dream-time. It was a fun/terrifying time.

[Sanctume]

After the free HBO weekend with GoT marathon, I dreamed of world genning Westeros and was in the middle of building Winterfell castle when the alarm goes off--it's not a siege, it's time to wake up!  Sadly, no gratuitous random boob scenes.

[Max™]

Pfft, I meta-reference dorfs in my dreams.

I woke the missus up laughing one night because I had been dreaming that we were hanging out with Zach Gallifinakis and she was clipping her toenails, but for some reason she was wearing a full-body foam-rubber Hulk costume. It had the lower jaw attached to the neck so you could like move the upper jaw and head around apparently, and I said something to her as I was walking past so she turned her head to look at me but only the top part of the head moved right so she made a really derpy :/ face which set me off laughing hard enough to wake both of us up.

Then it hit me, I had been adventuring with a dorf named Nil Bunnysmash, and my pet name for the missus is Bunny (god we sound like an old high society couple, 'oh look Biff, here comes Max and Bunny' *hoidy-toidy chuckling*) and my subconscious made a joke I didn't get until hours later.

BUNNY SMASH PUNY TOENAILS!

[Boltgun]

Video games especially well suited to induce dreams because it stimulates your brain. I remember dreaming after long df session, it looked like a zoomed in and tilted CRT monitor and I saw dwarves in Phoebus tilesets moving around in their tilesety way. There was woodworkers, a dining room, corridors, and the side menu. This should be worth translating into a game.

Not as bad as my first days at work, I talked about image sizes in my sleep.

[Kishmond]

Bumping this rather than create a new thread.

I think my dream was roughly inspired by a mix of DF and maybe Lord of the Rings or something.
It was from a first-person point of view, I was a military dwarf and overseer of a fortress where the King lived. The King's terrible brother shows up at the walls with a small army, and the King and I go out to talk. The brother is bragging about how great of a wizard he is, and chiding the King for neglecting the magical training they got as kids. So he challenges the King to a magic duel. The King agrees. I know how much of a scumbag the brother is, so I'm keeping an eye on his soldiers to make sure they don't try anything. (For some reason I'm holding a big sword counterbalanced by a chunk of concrete.)

One soldier makes a move, and I move to stop him, but he's attacking another soldier. The King is really on edge and at the sound of metal on metal he swings his weird combination of mace and polearm out of instinct. He smashes in the skull of the second soldier. This sets everyone off and the King and I move back to the drawbridge while fending off random swordsdwarfs.

Once inside I head to the ramparts and see a young dwarf climbing over the wall. It was the King's nephew, who apparently disliked his father and wanted to stay in this fortress.

That's all I remember. I vaguely knew I was dreaming at the time and I remember being impressed that my subconscious came up with unique voices for every speaking dwarf.