1 Name: VIPPER 2011-11-07 12:49
I dreamed that my dad didn't actually die over the summer and his body was falsely ID'd and my life was a bit less miserable.
I dreamed that Kakifly could draw.
I had a dream where I hacked a Sound Princess. The hacked sound princess would amplify all the noises made by the woman in the bathroom stall, and add the sounds of a woman taking a loud enormous dump if there was no sound.
I woke up before the hacked Sound Princess got used.
I dreamed that a plumber was beat to death by the police, or maybe another plumber, it was unclear. His name was Weimer Chimkam.
I had a dream that a girl that I like came to my house and we were in my room. For some reason, she started crawling around on my floor and smelling my blankets and various pieces of clothing that I keep on my floor - really intensely, too. She'd hold them up to her face and she'd deeply inhale. After having enough of that, she grabbed a pair of my pants with her teeth, stood up, and left.
What does that mean?
I keep having dreams about normal life, then the really happen some time later.
Like, I was writing html in a dream, some dudes house, a guy in back LOZ shirt walked in front of me, someone else said "wheres the 360 controller?"
Then a few moths later it happened.
I don't understand.
I had a dream where I was in line for one of those tube-slide thingys at water parks. 10 people I seldomly know were in front of me, and we were waiting to audition for a band... I remember a song came on by Dire Straits, and I made the joke "wow it's actually not 'money for nothing'" and everyone sang the "that little faggot" part of the song... Then I went to the slide, and some Cattle Decapitation song played... As I went down the slide, I was awoken by my alarm clock, playing that Cattle Decapitation song... Can someone explain to me why I have fucked up dreams like this that make no sense?
I dreamed that all my friends were in a concentration camp that existed inside the local McDonalds, the inside was bleak and grey and there were iron fences and the floors were covered in the ashes of the dead. Everyone inside was happy to be there, however, and they climbed onto each others shoulders and tried to see how many people they could stack. There was some sort of dominatrix type presence there, some female Nazi overlord of the camp, but she didn't really do anything bad she just had an evil aura. I escaped out the drive-thru window and ran off and she sent a kid who I knew from high school after me, I remembered that I had a gun and regretted what I was about to do. I woke up at that instant, feeling sad that I had to kill him, but knowing it was the only way I could hold onto my freedom.
My dreams are always pretty strange and vivid, especially the ones that happen in the morning.
The other morning I woke up with the song 914 by Liquid Tension Experiment playing in my head. Then I looked at my clock and it said 9:14.
[...]How can girls girl so much in one day?[...]
I was pouring gasoline over my three-storey flat that was completely empty and when I got to the top floor, my friend was sitting there. When I hesitated about setting it on fire, she tried to convince me, claiming that it would help her emphasise her image as an artist.
I dreamed of assassinating my sister with a katana.
I dreamed I was fighting a dinosaur in a cave with a jet pack and rifle....
I dreamed Eric S. Raymond let me read super secret documents about statistics.
I dreamed that I caught a train with Haruhi and the rest of the SOS Brigade. I don't remember much else, but I remember thinking that Haruhi was a total bitch and Kyon was an asshole. It's odd, because I didn't dislike either of them when I was watching the show.
Actually, it's odd that I was dreaming about them to begin with because I'm not a huge fan of the series. I suppose it's because I overheard some people talking about Haruhi yesterday.
I dreamed that I had the penis of a superhero and then I ejaculated 5 gallons of semen.
All I can remember is I was in the ghetto and I had no shoes and had to get home.
My sister got her arm cut off, and I went off to find it.
When I found it, it was wrapped in an iron cylinder, and it looked like carrot stew.
I was in Russia with a friend, and we were arrested by a cute lady cop, but for some reason we had to take a bus. I don't remember much else.
>>22
Are you sure it was a dream?
I was on some kind of extremely large cruise ship, and for some reason I was reliving the last 2 days on the ship over and over, groundhog day style.
Eventually I found a way out of the loop, and someone stabbed me.
In my dream I was a kid and there was a girl that lived in a treehouse on top of a mountain and I told her I would protect her but then I was adult and I was standing at her gravestone.
There was a guy running in a park at night.
I saw a white apparition running next to us.
I asked him: "Did you see that ghost?"
He said yes.
Then we saw a dozen more ghosts.
Both of us saw every single ghost.
We concluded that the new patch definitely improved networking.
I dreamed of being :in a fury of anger, as in the olden times, and that weird beings were inciting me to push ahead recklessly, as I used to
I remember something about a Hawaiian woman with a hairy chest.
I was in my junior high backyard in the night, digging up a corpse from under a tree. When I was done, I wanted to go back inside, but a janitor suddenly appeared and told me that I can't go into the corridor because the procedure is under way.
I dreamed I was walking around town in the rain with my Russian friends (I don't have Russian friends) and bought some candy. We got distracted and went into a store that cut sheep wool in public. We went up the stairs and we were now in a school.
Then suddenly genderswapped versions of Mio, Yui, Ritsu, and Mugi stole our candy, and I ran around school screaming their names. Eventually they stopped in a classroom, and Mugi gave back the candy.
I remember seeing Waylon Jennings at a bar, singing the Dukes of Hazzard song.
I had a dream that I went into a public bathroom that had multiple stalls, but every one of them looked like the one in Trainspotting.
In my dream I was being chased by tanasinn during nighttime.
It was creepy as hell. But I can remember someone saying "don't look at it, just think about it".
I dreamed I worked in a hospital, and there was this one girl there, I remember her face distinctly. She was dying, and I would spend quite a while talking to her.
She died and I woke up crying.
It was the first time I've cried and really cared about a person in a decade.
How fitting that this thread would be at the top, I wanted to post here before sleeping.
I've been having strange dreams the past few days- all of them dealing with women. Each dream is different, with a different girl, only one of which I've recognized. The rest seem to be creations of my dream.
I hope I have another tonight.
Dreams are so bizarre.
I keep having dreams with the sensation of motion. Like, driving, flying, walking, and being in really cool spaces.
There's also always really good music playing but I never remember it. I need to! I want to write good songs, goddammit!
I was on a bike trip and I accidentally rode to a jRPG-style small town that consisted of one road and some houses along it. There I met a bunch of current and old mates. The next thing I know, I'm in a wooden house, storm raging outside, and I'm kissing a girl from my high school and then we find a bed and have sex.
This is really weird, I never felt anything for her, I didn't even find her particularly attractive. I just briefly mentioned her when talking with a friend the previous day.
I was the owner of a plantation and all my friends began falling sick. I kept changing their duties on the plantation so as to accommodate their illnesses and injuries and everyone loved me for it. Everyone in the town nearby treated me like a king.
I dreamt I had a son and that he was missing, presumed dead. I woke up in a state of grief, and for an hour I couldn't figure out if this had actually happened and that I was becoming delusional in order to save myself from going completely mad, or whether it was actually just a dream. Then I remembered I watched Kurosawa's Ran the previous night and realized how absurd it was to be able to believe that I had a child.
Still kinda really weird.
I dreamed my father had a heart attack and i tried to call for an ambulance but i mistyped the number out of panic. When i managed to phone and said my name, address and the circumstances it turned out it was only a hoax and he seemed to find it ridiculously funny, at that moment i only said: "never mind, it was just a hoax!" and hung up with extreme anger, while he laughed off his ass.
I dreamt that a famous musician was angry that I didn't go to his concert, but in the end I wasn't able to go because some secret society decided to conduct their entrance ritual on me, because they considered me worthy of their club. So they drugged me with all kinds of shit which caused me to jump between dreams I had had before. Eventually I found the idiots and told them: I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO TAKE DRUGS YOU FUCKING IDIOTS, I'M A GODDAMN SCHIZOPHRENIC. And then they looked horrified and started apologizing. Then I woke up. Never to come back to this dream again I hope.
I had a dream that I was about to enter a surgery room, but my mom stopped me and said "That is the transgender surgery room! You want this surgery room over here" I thanked her, and entered the room.
Today I dreamt I was dreaming inside a dream. At a certain point I dreamt I was waking up and then falling asleep, back to the dream in the lower level. When I woke up for real, I felt awkward. And one of those dreams was a wet dream too.
There was a Copernicus Street that was apparently special. I was with my mother shopping there and when going back, I forgot to take my bike. I was also supposed to go there the next day to get a free sofa from my friend.
I was in the shower, but water was spraying out of a spigot in the wall, horizontally, instead of out of the normal one. For some reason this greatly upset me.
Last night I slept on a plane coming home from vacation. In my dream I woke up at my house and wondered how I got there from the plane. Then I woke up and wondered what I was still doing on the plane. It totally confused me.
These dreams are consistently of VIP QUALITY, I particularly like >>33-san's.
I haven't had an interesting one recently, but two of my best, both lucid:
1.)Having sexual intercourse with some unknown but attractive human female, doggystyle
2.)Flying over the streets of my home city, with more or less full conscious control over my flight, and apparently invisible to people below. I can see why hippies believe in the astral projection thing, it felt pretty real.
>>48
I've never tried training myself to have them so they're still rare. I find they happen more often when I go to bed really tired, although doing this also risks the unpleasant phenomenon that is sleep paralysis.
I can confirm that the "look at your hand to make yourself aware you're dreaming" thing works, though.
I had one the other night. I don't remember a whole lot about it, but I was very lucid, totally aware I was dreaming and impressed by how unusually real it felt. I was walking around some sort of large yard sale. Upon realizing I could do absolutely whatever I wanted with no consequence, I was a bit overwhelmed and even nervous. I went over to a table and picked up something made of fabric (think it was a scarf?) and felt the texture of it. I thought to myself that it was a pity I was just going to be waking up in a minute instead of making the most of the dream, and lamented that my awareness of dreaming almost always ends the dream immediately. Sure enough, shortly thereafter I woke up.
My friend with whom I've always had vague sexual tension was trying to change into a swimsuit in front of me by putting it on under her pants, but was having difficulty. I said that I just cover myself with a towel.
"But what if it falls down?" she demanded.
I said "Maybe I don't care if people see me naked, maybe I just feel sorry for them!"
Two passing men overheard it and thought it was comedy gold. One was in a suit and a big-time producer, the other was his younger assistant. They came over to me and asked me to repeat it.
Unfortunately I couldn't remember exactly what I said so I kept saying it in the slightly wrong wording. Finally I started pacing around, which made me remember it! Satisfied, they wrote it down and promised me a good deal. They asked me to come up with more funny things, but I gave up and said "the problem with random creativity is that you can't predict or force it."
The younger man nodded understandingly and handed me a whiteboard and marker with pictures of Garfield on it and empty speech bubbles.
"We'll be leaving now. If you think of anything, just write it here. Hold on." He took out a red marker and crossed out some things on the board. I saw that Garfield was a stoner gangster, and he had crossed out the gangster hand symbols Garfield had been making.
I dreamed that my alarm clock was constantly ringing, and there was no way to turn it off.
My mom woke me up when she said my alarm clock had been going off for 10 minutes.
I had a crazy fever dream last night because I was really sick.
I was an alien warrior implanted with some kind of biological alien things that made me sick, but ultimately made me super strong and stuff.
I had a dream. I was 26 years old and I had a respectable job somewhere. Espeon was living with me, as my fiancee. It was then Christmas day and she was wearing her nicest dress and I was wearing a nice suit, and we were at her parents' house. And she just told them that I had proposed to her. "$MYNAME," her father said to me, holding my hands in his and looking into my eyes with an odd look - shame? regret? hope? "take good care of her."
I went to sleep for roughly two hours listening to classical music, and I dreamed I was in an astonishingly beautiful and peaceful interior European town with my father during some kind of festival, and the glorious music suffused all thorough. I could clearly hear the music in my dream. It was wonderful.
I will try to repeat the experience sometime.
I dreamed I bought bees that lived inside tangerines, and they could make buzzes that sounded like USA's national anthem. Then a bee flew up into my nose, went farther up my nostrils, until it eventually hit my brain, and I woke up.
Kind of creepy, honestly.
I had a dream that the theme song from Serial Experiments Lain was actually a cover of a Pulp song from their We Love Life era, with some woman on vocals instead of Jarvis, and that it was much better for some reason despite me not being a big fan of Pulp.
It's only now I realize this would have been chronologically impossible.
I dreamed I went on a really nice-looking train. I was just standing there for a while, until some girl came up to me and asked for me to carry her off the train.
I asked her "Are you an NPC?", and she responded "what?". I repeated myself, "Are you an NPC?", and she said no.
I helped carry her off of the train, then she walked away. She was really cute, even though I can't remember much of her face.
As I kept on traveling, I eventually got off on some paradise-looking place. The grace was a fresh green, and the houses were a super-pretty white. I looked up a building, and there were giant, oddly-looking cacti growing everywhere.
I followed the train tracks, and eventually came across a fortress in a desert.
My memories are kind of feint after that point, but I remember there being a bee on the roof, and when you got close to it, you'd get shot in the face.
*grass was a fresh green
Silly me.
I dreamed I was the president of a university located in a medieval town. I walked around painted red and wearing a mask of my own face colored red and with horns so that no one would recognize me. I walked to the local costume shop to get something new to wear and was seduced by the chubby girl who worked behind the counter. We had sex on the floor and competed in answering World War II trivia questions the whole time. Afterwards, I realized that she was actually really cute and had freckles and big round glasses. I also realized this shop doubled as a magic shop because some local wizards were coming by to pick up ingredients to make more powerful staffs and the counter girl had to turn them away because we were both still naked.
Okay. Please tell me what to do to achieve dreams of this quality. Please.
>>63
Start writing down anything you remember from your dreams. Keep a pencil and paper by your bed, or a text document on your laptop by your bed (which is what I do). As soon as you wake up, go straight to it. At first all you'll probably get will be a phrase or a couple of sentences―write down anything you remember―but you'll start remembering more as you train your mind to pay attention. I actually had one a little while back that took a good half an hour just to write down.
I know this doesn't sound like it'd change the content/quality of your dreams...maybe it will, maybe it won't. But personally, since I began writing them down, I've found that my dreams have either gotten way cooler and more intricate or I just remember the cool parts better. Give it a try.
I dreamed I was storming a medieval castle.
We were sending all of our knights and archers to the frontlines, while me and the king were storming the side with what he called "force explosives". They were essentially giant maces with explosives in them. When they'd hit the castle wall, we'd detonate the explosives, causing massive damage.
Although we used all of the "force explosives", we never brought the castle down.
Eventually, it was dawn. The firefight had died down. There was nobody left but me and the king, or so we thought.
There was still an assassin inside.
I went around chasing her through the castle. I think I scared her away, so I went to talk with the king.
He was tired, but he congratulated me "well done, me boy! Thanks to you, ou-" but before he could finish, the assassin came from behind us on a horse, and shot him in the stomach.
He shot me in the arm twice, leaving me to bleed out.
What a sad end to such a nice dream.
I said "he shot me in the arm" instead of "she shot me in the arm".
Whoopsie.
I went to some guys house, which was really big. It was kind of like an underground clothing store. I was just going around looking at things, when suddenly, some woman and a man was chased to the top of the building (the "dream camera" had detached itself from my eyes and focused on those 2 instead.) The woman turned into a dog, and the 2 of them jumped off the roof, one wielding a katana, one wielding a stick.
A short girl in glasses and a mysteriously dressed man followed them, with the same weapons.
The dog-girl and the man cut the other two in half. The camera switched back to me, and now someone went insane down here.
Some guy punched the owner of the place to death, and said to everyone that he was in control now.
It turns out the "underground clothing store" had its own artillery.
First they launched missiles through some kind of ship (camera detached from me again) that looked like the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars. It shot in 8 directions, using cannons on its sides.
Next up, they launched a nuke that was actually launched from inside the base. It was the very nicely decorated Christmas tree.
Now we hear news about a terrorist group that has killed millions (but the blast radius wasn't that big, we were in a big city but it couldn't have possibly killed more than a few hundred thousand.) The "organization" was demanding the credit cards of 480.000 people.
Now the camera detaches itself again, and flies to a prison in the outskirts of the city.
A man is standing in shining, bright blue water. He can hear voices talking to him. Quiet whispering that's not from this world.
Then he takes a small sip of it. At first he starts coughing, then faceless mud people emerge from the water.
"The organisation" is whispered over and over by the mud people.
Then the man says "I've seen the light."
He then dives down into the water, emerges as 2 giant mud hands, which multiply over and over until it becomes the mouth of some animal whose name I forgot, eventually developing a pair of eyes on each corner of its face.
The eyes had their own country to them, except Germany, which was composed of 6 countries who just had either black, orange, or red as their color (even though that's not the German flag.)
Then, the mud people combined into one single mud person with a face.
The camera detached itself yet again, this time focusing on an old woman watching "Water wars, gold golem, that's nice!" on TV. Or at least pretending she is, it's actually a bluescreen, meaning she isn't connected.
She's also talking about some video game, when her husband (who is Duke Nukem) says "you shouldn't be talking about that game."
The old woman asks "why?", to which Duke, who now has an eye that's twice as big as a normal eye, says "because the organisation is here."
The scene cuts to when the mud person has stabbed Duke's wife.
Duke attempts to retaliate, but instead the mud person takes control of him, making his stomach leach a green acid while stabbing himself.
Duke says "tired" with each stab, until he lays down dead and says "tired tired tired".
Then the mud person says "desperate desperate desperate", in the same voice as Simon from Deus Ex (well, Deus Ex The Recut, in this case.)
Then my dream ended.
I really have strange dreams, don't I?
There were a lot of other parts, but the most awesome part was when I convinced both my boyfriends to have a 3-way with me. One was getting kind of emotional, but he still liked the dirty feelings, and the other was kind of feeling dragged into it by me. Actually a pretty complicated scene, but I managed to tell the emotional one that everything was okay, and the one who was reluctant was mostly only reluctant because he didn't think he would like giving buttsex. I was super fucking stoked about the whole thing.
We boned on blue sheets in a bed that doesn't belong to any of us - emotional one laying on the bed (lover, it's okay, see that I'm looking at you right now, plus you get to have the pussy, that feels good doesn't it?), me above, and reluctant one behind me (come on, let's get going already, put it in! and he did.). I could swear that I physically felt these sensations; they were not the detached 3rd person PoV that I sometimes get in dreams. The scene ended with me getting off noisily.
Fuck. Yeah. - does not even begin to describe how much of a badass that made me feel. ... too bad it was a dream, and they will never agree to this irl.
I do not remember my whole dream, but I was most definitely awoken by the doorbell today. It was surreal: what was going on in my dream just vanished, 50% grey covered the landscape, and the clearest "ding-dong" you could imagine rang through the hills.
Then I nabbed my UPS package in the nick of time.
I dreamt about a nuclear waste repository, which was built in middle of my city. Everybody hated it and some kid created a documentary film about it, which was super creepy.
I s et out to visit it but got side tracked and ended up talking to people about it.
Those people were very good at standing around (like, extremely good, they wouldn't fall over) and I asked them about their secret.
Turns out they were video game developers, who (apperently) stand more firm than regular persons. It was math-related so I did not understand.
I wish I could remember my dreams as vividly as you guys. Is there a way to remember your dreams? I've heard about keeping a diary of your dreams, either pen and paper or a laptop, but that was for lucid dreaming if I remember correctly.
I walked trough a city and missed every Bus I was supposed to get. It then got later and later and when I woke up I found out I had slept in and it was already too late to catch my bus.
I haven't remembered my dreams for a while now, but this one is pretty clear.
I was walking through a complex system of hallways, and walked into a room. It turns out the room was an old classroom, there was a lecture going on. Vincent asked me if I was going to join the "Jeopardy club" (?) and I said no.
Then I traveled with Chris (my friend from high school who I have not seen in years), we went up an elevator. The elevator opened up to the outside, which was a vast flat area with a ground of dirt, with many crevices and bridges that crossed them. The area looked decrepit and poor, there were a few small buildings. The only way to exit this area was to go down an elevator (there were several).
We traveled across a bridge to a small 1-room building with arcade machines. There was nobody else inside here, we started playing the games. I found out that if I held the coin return button, coins would come pouring out. I told this to Chris, and we began to abuse these broken coin returns, filling our pockets with coins. I assumed these coins were valuable because they were bigger and shinier than ordinary coins.
As I was taking these coins I realized that this was suspicious--how are these coin returns not fixed yet? Both of the arcade machines had a broken coin return, so I concluded that they were broken intentionally, and that it was a trap.
After this epiphany, I saw this woman that I assumed was a native of this area because she looked strangely foreign. She ran into the room, shoved us around, then quickly exited. I decided she was in on the conspiracy of the broken coin returns.
Chris and I got out of the building and crossed another bridge. I saw a woman who looked similar to the one before, but I wasn't sure if it was the same woman. I told her "Hey, the machines in there a broken, they give out endless coins," and gave her the coins in my pockets (but I purposely kept a few coins). Chris followed suit and gave her the coins which he kept in a bag. The woman said "thanks" and ran off.
Chris and I headed over to another elevator. As we were waiting for the elevator, a frantic man ran towards us, ad his pockets were jingling so he obviously stole coins using the same method we had. He saw that the elevator was on the first floor, so it would take too long for him to escape.
Out of nowhere, this brutal-looking man in a bear suit appears and starts chasing the frantic man. Frantic-man is very fast, but Bear-man grabs an axe that is near us and throws it at Frantic-man. The axe somehow strikes Frantic-man in the middle of his face, and he screeches in pain, but does not die. Oddly, Chris is cheering on Bear-man, and Frantic-man starts running away again, with an axe stuck in his face. Chris takes the same axe (which teleported to him) and throws it back at Frantic-man, but misses. He runs over to get the axe on the ground, but Bear-man beats him to it.
Now, the elevator door opens and Chris and I get in it. The elevator goes down, and the dream ends here. I assume that Bear-man killed Frantic-man, but I never saw it.
I was taking a trip in a charter bus. I don't remember a lot about the first trip, but there were two buses and I switched buses when we came back. The person in charge of the first bus gave me some assorted balls, dodgeball sized and slightly smaller, to take back on the other bus with me because some people had brought them on and she didn't want them on her bus.
I was in some sort of post-apocalyptic world, with the small, scattered settlements and whatnot. My village had to hide from one of the other villages, because they wanted to kill us. It was sunny and we were outside our large shelter enjoying it. But one of the leaders saw someone from the other village far off and made us all go inside the shelter where they couldn't get to us. We were all pretty annoyed with that until we realized there was a big fenced-off area with grass and sun inside the gates too. My friend <R> told me there was a room next to the grass we could use to sleep in. It was an empty unfinished room and he put down blankets so we wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. Over in one corner I saw a white D12 I had given him earlier. I remember the part where I gave him some dice, but it's unconnected to anything else.
I was in some sort of warehouse-type area with someone. While we were in a hallway, a charizard/kilnmouth dragon appeared out of thin air, but it was invisible. We had to beat it, but we had no actual weapons, so we picked up heavy objects and tried to bludgeon it. I wished we had some flour so scatter around so we could see it instead of just swinging until we hit it. We weren't doing very much damage to it. Then it used harden, and its defense increased. At some point it stopped being invisible, and as we were fighting we went through a doorway to where there was a big stand full of apples. The dragon went inside and hid in the back row, and we picked up apples and threw them at it. Then I suddenly realized there were a whole bunch of people hiding among the apples.
There were advertisements for a nudist colony next to an ad for some political village negotiation thing. Someone said the way the negotiations were going, we might as well spend our extremely scarce resources on nudist colonies. This part somehow tied the last two paragraphs together.
Okay. I just dreamt about some cool little robot dude.
He was some kind of super smart robot dude, who hung out with the wrong people at night. He would then do all kinds of stupid stuff, like entering private property and setting off selfmade pipebombs.
So one night, he and his robot-bro totally want to blow up shit and they climb some factory and plant some small pipebomb and then proceed to get the hell out. At the same time, some badass robot-gangsters are working on blowing the whole place up from the inside and then robot-dudes little pipe-bimb explodes and the whole place blows up and robot-dude is like OH SHIT.
He somehow manages to flee the scene and the next moring he is late for robot-school, which is some medieval castle with supersmall and comfy robot-classes. His teacher is kind of a cunt and hates him for being late and then our dude is a robot-smartass about it and the teacher hates him him even more. Oh well.
The next night robot-dude is sad, because he is sure he will eventually be framed for blowing up the factory and kicked out of school for being to late and then he will either go to robot-prison or to some kind of horrorish dimension.
In his frustration he steals a car and goes riding through the neighborhood and somehow he finds himself in some illegal robot-streetrace, which is kind of like Blast Corps for the N64 as they totally destroy houses by drifting into them and shit.
Little robot dude brings down some sort of skyscraper and then there is robot-police everywhere and robot-dude goes hiding in some street but he is found.
That's when I woke up as my alarm went off.
Anyway, I hope he doesn't have to go to robot-jail.
I dreamed I was in Dead Space, y'know, the game.
It was all in first person. I was walking through empty hallways for quite some time, just doing nothing really.
Then I came across one single lit room. It had a computer in it. On the computer was all kinds of information I can't remember, but it was pretty important.
Suddenly Isaac (or me, in this case) heard something meaty coming down the hallway. Apparently, it was Isaac's clone-monster or something. He still only had his plasma cutter, so he was going to hide.
He couldn't hide easily though. His limbs had suddenly got frostbites, making it very hard to move.
All he could do was crouch behind the computer chair in hopes of not being seen, which he was anyway. The monster slowly walked up to behind the computer, but Isaac's limbs recovered as it happened.
Then Isaac got out his plasma cutter and shot the monster to pieces. But it doesn't end there. The monster could regenerate, and can't be killed. I remembered from the internet that you had to lock it in, and there was a freezer nearby, conveniently.
As the "cutscene" ended, the monster (in pieces) spawned in front of me, with 2 kamikaze units behind it.
At the time, me being unused to the dream controls, I decided to just run.
However, outside the room wasn't much better. There was tons of other monsters outside as well. However, one particular type was important to me. Since I was scared of facing the monsters, I just restarted whenever I saw them. The only way to restart and get back to the regenerating monster was to find some kind of giant monster moth and have it be in the vicinity of you. And every time you restart, it disappears.
So eventually, I ran out of restarter moths. I had to face the monster.
I ran out, killed all the smaller monster units, and tried lowering the monsters health so I could easily lead him into the freezer.
But that proved harder than to be done. Any of his hits on me dealt 1/3 of my health, and there was no health stations nearby. That would be useless anyway, since he ran so fast that he could catch up to you even if you were running constantly.
So after losing 2/3 of my health, I tried running away. Isaac was breathing very heavily at this point, and so was I, apparently. Since I woke up from the dream a little bit later, breathing heavily.
Lately I’ve been having this recurring dream. I am leading a group consisting of one whole class on a field trip. It involves a huge amount of walking, and we eventually reach the hotel (which happens to look like F-Block in my old high school) and I have to negotiate lodging arrangements. Usually I’m leading a bunch of undergrad students or the football team, and at that point all hell breaks loose, with balls and shit flying around while I’m talking. This morning though, it was a little different. (Read this while listening to this: http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch/?v=s3RQKuHg5oo)
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I’m trudging on the footpath, carrying more than my fair share of luggage. I look behind me to see a small group of my fellow students following behind. They were people from my old tutoring. A few girls and a few of the non-hyperactive guys.
I point to a bunch of wooden park benches standing next to a two-storey high brick arch building . “We’ll be taking a lunch break over there” I said. I knew what decision to make this time. I’ve had this dream before- played the game already so to speak. Only I had the knowledge that the hotel was just around the corner, and if we trudged on a little further we could all get a free dinner there. It seemed ridiculous to rest at the park benches. But I knew if I did that- if I commanded the tired soldiers to walk even further past the park benches- all hell would break loose. I knew how destiny would play out and so I chose a different route this time, knowing it can’t have gone worse than what I did before.
The group, oblivious, seemed happy to have a break. We ate and chatted under the setting sun next to a grassy field. I took the initiative to sit next on the same table as S and her friend (The one who wore thick rimmed glasses).
I had a nice chat with S. At first, it was a little hard talking to her. She was a little shy, and I’m pretty shy in real life too. She squirmed a little every time she replied. I firmly kept in the background of my mind that I musn’t let my introversion and nervousness get the better of me. I must control myself and make the most of this opportunity.
I persevered and told a few jokes to lighten the mood. It worked and she opened herself up and I started to be less awkward too. Eventually we even started getting rowdy and a bit too loud. It flashed inmy mind that I might be talking with her a bit too long, but then decided to keep going. I had to ride this wave as long as possible while I still could and make lasting friends with her even if I seemed like an annoying leader for it. Besides, nobodies going to complain about a longer break. They might about the mosquitoes though.
The sun set and we kept laughing and making stupid jokes and laughed even louder under the stars. I was getting out of control. I even briefly considered saying I could tell the future, telling her the hotel was just around the corner and when we turn up we’ll find out theres a free dinner but be all disappointed because we already ate. But thats just crazy. Seriously, grab a hold of yourself, I thought to myself, itd be ridiculous to tell her that.
I had a dream that I was dressed in monk's robes and I was praying at a temple. It was all in third person but I never saw my face, which was weird. Eventually a goddess came down and gave me a feather from her wings and then I woke up feeling very calm and happy.
We're in the minivan again and it's my job to drive, but I put it in automatic drive mode so we all sit in the back seat. our destination is the mall, but pulling into the parking lot turns out to be kind of dicey, because the automatic mode is driven by GPS knowledge and the parking lot has been redone since the last update. I jump into the driver seat and disengage the auto mode just as it runs into the dirt that's supposed to be separating the parking spaces. The parking lot is laid out in some sort of fractal pattern, but it doesn't really matter much, because I just drive over the dirt to where I want to park. This seems to be much more difficult to do than it would normally because I'm having trouble controlling the van. We get to a good close parking spot that's kind of isolated in the dirt and the others get out. I try to put the parking brake on, but it can still roll just as if it weren't on and the van were in neutral. I look down and see that when I pull the parking brake lever, it pushes down a rod with a rubber foot on it, and it isn't reaching the ground. This is a problem not only because the parking spot is at the top of a slight incline in all directions, but also because the minivan is now a bicycle and has no "park". I try laying it down on its side, but it still seems to want to roll down the hill, so I look for a rock or something big and heavy so I can stop it from rolling.
I was a resident in Oslo in 1945. WW2 was coming to an end. It must have been March or early April as the snow had thawed and it was warmer outside. The Volkssturm was battered to pieces and things were looking grim for Germany. For some reason all these old men and young boys fled to Norway to seek refuge there, but when they came they were ordered to help out the existing German forces to fight the allies to the last man.
I was fleeing from the advancing German hordes and had to hide in the old kindergarten where I spent my early childhood. The place looks like it has been deserted for years, obviously because of the occupation, but an old woman is squatting the lower basement part of it. As I arrive the doors are all open, and I rush inside to find a room to hide in. None of the closets fit me so I decide to put myself in a pile of old bedsheets on top of an old, but very comfortable, mattress. As the Germans fight outside, I fall asleep inside.
When I wake up the sun is shining bright in through the window, and the whole place is new. There is an attractive girl there who smiles at me. I start groping her and she doesn't mind. I keep doing this until the old woman comes home again and she shows me around the city. The war is over, but the streets and nearby park are all littered with smashed tanks, other vehicles and dead bodies. The old and young Volkssturm-soldiers are rounded up and sent off. I look at the kindergarten as it is transformed into a toystore that sells Lego.
I just woke up from a dream that I was at filming a Cardiacs gig; it was the song Too Many Irons In The Fire. I thought it was interesting in that I have never heard a live version of this song, but it was so vivid and accurate sounding in my dream. It sounded like a live version, like he sung it a bit different in places. Then at one point when I was filming from the stage Tim held the mic out into the crowd for people to sing along, and there was someone singing offkey, and someone shouting it out like you often see at punk gigs, and one guy sitting in a weird twisted-but-bored position who grabbed the mic and opened his mouth in as if he was about to put a lot of effort into singing but then he snapped it shut, flung the mic to the side and returned to looking bored, which seems like something a Cardiacs fan would do.
I had a dream that there was a posix utility called dig. I woke up and learned that there actually is one.
I dreamt that my girlfriend was wrapped up like a birthday present and waited for me on the door to my room. She had a Groucho Marx-like mask minus the mustache.
I had a gay dream and enjoyed it. But when I woke up I felt disgusted.
I dreamed that there was an abandoned building where a company used to work collecting smooth dirt. Two scheming fellows decided that they were going to set up the pretense of collecting one final load of smooth dirt from the building and during the job they would steal the money that was hidden in the building by the previous owner. The building would then collapse and they could escape in the confusion. I knew what they were up to and at first it was a competition between the three of us to see who could find the money, but when we realized how soon the building was going to collapse we decided to work together. We found that the money had been stored in the guard on the edge of a power tool that had been left by previous workers, but there was no money there. We suddenly realized how we had been tricked by the smooth talking man in a white suite and sunglasses who had claimed to be the owner of the excavation crew which we had hired to help us in the collection of smooth dirt.
I had a dream where somebody turned a fat anime girl into a hug pillow, except they used a mattress instead of a hug pillow because the anime character was so fat.
I stopped remembering my dreams once I came across this thread...
I had awful dreams last night. One of them that I remembered well: I wandered around in pitch black buildings while it rained heavily outside. I think I was in a dorm room of some kind. Near the end (before I woke up) I was wandering around in some big building in Minecraft made completely out of obsidian with some glass windows, too, but I didn't want to break any. It was dark and rainy there, too. For some reason, Sparky4 also lived in the dormitories where I wandered, and everyone else there was faceless and it was hard to understand what they said. Sparky was crazy as ever though so I just stayed away.
I dreamed I was on an altered version of that big snow map from Halo 3 (forgot its name, it had gravity lifts on both sides and a gap in the middle,) and there was giant bacteria everywhere.
I was in the red base fighting some strange bacteria hanging from the ceiling. I was tossing some elastic, giant rubber band with a spike at the end.
I can't remember anything else clearly, sadly.
But I remember how I sort of miss Halo 3...
posting right after waking up at 4:40am... I was with my family in a mountain place (similar to the one we went to when I was a child) and we had a 2-story apartment that beared no resemblance to any place I know. Around there was a garden that had been left to grow uncontrolled, and when I went to notify my father about my intention to mow it, passing through a doorless entrance, incredibly strong wind started blowing through the valley. I desired to take back my possessions from the higher floor since a huge storm seemed underway. While I was being scolded because the lower floor had the open access and it was dangerous to leave my computer down there while neighbours might enter as they pleased, a short but powerful earthquake hit, unbalancing pots around the kitchen including olive oil jars. A superstition in my culture says that dropping oil on the floor means someone close will die soon, so I had to catch it with a bucket... yet spilling it a bit due to earthquake and staff,but suddenly it was ok because she didn't believe it anymore, claiming so while my father was yelling about the tv not giving any prior warning. After the incident my mother sat on our living room armchair, looking pissed at me while the tv advertised non-existent channels. Too tired to write all with my phone,might try to elaborate tomorrow morning, for now I'll jut down some extra notes
I dreamed I was in Portal 2 as Wheatley.
You started out at a different place than Chell's chamber. You rolled around, and could make portals on places.
There was 2 paths, one to confront GLaDOS right away, or one secret passage.
The secret passage involved fooling some turrets and bouncing. But once you made it past it, you could see Chell in her chamber. She'd only say one line, "It's rare to see a visitor around these parts."
Her only source of entertainment was the cell next to her, which was 2 monkeys dressed in space suits that played around in a chamber designed for newborn babies.
You could make Chell follow you if you gave her the PG. I got stuck at a certain part though and couldn't help her past that.
I had a dream in which I was going on a trip with my friends and my mum was driving me to train station, but on our way I realised that I forgot something really important and there was no time to go home to get it back, so I couldn't go on the trip. On the station I met another friend and she took me to her city. We had no plans, so we went out to improvise.
There was a spider exhibition and my friend agreed to go only if I enter first and confirm that the spiders aren't overly creepy. One spider was a regular hairy big spider, but the other one was a small back spider that appeared to make long, vary fast jumps. The exhibition lady told me not to get overly excited about the spider's speed, that these are not really jumps, but the spider just teleports to a new location. After several jumps and our attempts to catch the spider, my friend came in with another girl, saying that we can't keep her waiting forever. So the three of us got out and grabbed something to eat at a Chinese restaurant.
There, in the restaurant, was that young whore that seduced and kissed everyone but was really poor. We had to go back and we took her on our train. The last thing I remember is me, two of my girl friends, the whore, and my gay friend that I don't know when appeared on the train.