Weird dreams

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No. It does involve Penn And Teller after all.

edited 9th Oct '11 10:20:00 PM by AnonymousUser

I don't remember much of what happened, but at one point I looked out the kitchen window and saw a monkey on a turntable in the back yard. Then my father called the board of education and they sent out a school bus to come get the monkey.

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I had one where Mr 47 was stalking me to kill me because I told other people about him.

Seeing all these piss ant tropers trying to talk tough makes me laugh. If Matrix were here, he'd laugh too.

Maybe he should try to kill you for playing a horrible game.

-troll face-

I've never played Hitman.

Seeing all these piss ant tropers trying to talk tough makes me laugh. If Matrix were here, he'd laugh too.

Oh.

....ABORT MISSION! -ejects himself from the cockpit-

I had a weird dream last night. That I was actually (physically) a girl and I decided to put some pictures of myself on Photobucket...

Based on what?

I had a dream I was attacked by tentacles.

lucky

Based on what?

Mmm tentacles >_>

Perverts. >.>

Why do I have so many sexual dreams? >_<

edited 11th Oct '11 8:46:49 AM by Hobgoblin

So, today's weird dreams: Osaka's bare ass (Osaka as in the girl from my RPG crew, not Azumanga Daioh), tattooed Blue Oni (my ex) with killer abs and a bus full of Australian tourists.

"what the complete, unabridged, 4k ultra HD fuck with bonus features" - Mark Von Lewis

Last night, I dreamed that I was at a smooth jazz concert, surrounded by yuppies.

Then, out of nowhere, the music stopped, the guitarist screamed 'MY ANUS IS BLEEDING!' at the top of his lungs, and they started playing the intro to this song.

It was odd.

edited 12th Oct '11 3:00:20 PM by Wheezy

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Ok.

There's a dream I keep wanting to write here, but whenever I remember what it was, I forget it when I start writing here. :/

Based on what?

I dreamt I was crossplaying Luka Megurine. That isn't the weird part though, considering I plan to eventually cosplay her.

The weird part was that I was either adjusting my skirt in public, or was in the process of putting it on.

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Yesterday I was musing to myself that I should go to the store on Friday and buy a box of fruit juice (you know, like a 1 litre jug).

Cue dream in which I'm in a store buying this massive box of fruit juice, about the size of my bed.

Be not afraid...

I was with The Scooby Gang (minus Buffy), and we were on a boat, trying to escape from cenobites. We got to an island and started discussing whether we should stay there or move because we were still too close to where they found us. Then we found a penguin stowaway on our ship, and for some reason that meant we had to stay.

I have been watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer lately, no clue on how anything else got in there. Maybe escaping to a deserted island was related to The Zombie Survival Guide, which discusses that as an option for escaping a city overrun by the undead.

edited 15th Nov '11 10:36:58 AM by MikeK

Earth is the only planet inhabitable by Nicolas Cage.

Well, I was long due for another brain-breakingly weird one out of nowhere. So I woke up in the middle of the night, and managed to get back to sleep about ten minutes before my alarm went off, during which...

The Russian Provisional Government was being run by Lord McCoy, because of course the first thing you think of when I talk about early 20th-century Russia is a portly Scottish man. Also you think of X-Ray glasses (because he had X-Ray glasses).

And then the Bolshevik Revolution happened. How did the revolutionaries get past the X-Ray glasses? They were space aliens of course, and they cornered the unfortunate McCoy in a 50's diner and slayed him with a noir monologue.

So somehow I get roped into this along with Will Smith, and we get chased around by Bolshevik space aliens on motorcycles while they spew maybe-Russian invectives at me. At some point I lose them by locking myself in a safe, and I get broken out of said safe by the CIA. The CIA guy said I have "good punching radius", whatever the hell that means.

I do not know what became of Will Smith. I must assume he is still fighting space Bolsheviks as I type this.

So now, indebted to the CIA for rescuing me from my own safety measures and the violent Bolshevik space alien motorcycle gang, I'm instructed to summarize these events and learned lessons in a letter to Princess Celestia. Somehow I was writing in good cursive. I have been unable to reproduce this phenomenon.

All this was to re-earn the friendship of my best buddy Repicheep, who previously ceased to trust me because I was no longer a fellow mouse. Because apparently I used to be a mouse.

I think Will Smith used to be a mouse too, but he just didn't care because he wasn't bros with Repicheep.

edited 13th Oct '11 5:27:05 PM by Pykrete

Might I say I love your avatar.

This is going to be my first pair of posts in this thread. After the last two dreams I had, I figured either we have this thread or I have to start it.

So in this post, I'll edit it in a minute to add the scary/wierd dream I had last night. In my next, looooooooong post, I'll add crazy/funny dream I had from a nap earlier today.

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As with the following post, I'm not me, but a white female student who transferred into a new high school. On a floating island, a la Sky High. For reference, I actually do look like my "Role Model" avatar, except thinner. As with the following post, I'm also maintaining a separate inner monologue, though this one doesn't show up as much.

Something seems off from the second she touches down. It turns out, the student body is quite quietly about to start showing their symptoms of a Zombie Apocalypse, which is somehow tied into the death of the last girl to transfer there. She finds this out from the first (male) student she asks, outside who leads a group of friends, and who just seems rapey to her, and me, once he starts talking. He also starts showing a couple symptoms of zombification.

She starts investigating, but doesn't actually enter the school deeply or go to class, because she feels the school's a trap right away, but for some reason she can't leave. She goes into the main office, where she realizes that everyone in this school seems to be a part of this zombie apocalypse but her. Then the abandoned girl's bathroom tied in with the last girl's death*

. While investigating in here, the boy from before follows her, and seems like he's going to assault her, but she hits him and she runs away. To the also abandoned classroom across the hall, where she does some more looking for clues, before finally realizing she needs to get out of there.

She flies away from the front door to the large clearing below, trying to make it back to town, to her home, so someone can help her. The boy follows. He's shapeshifted to a small yellow moth, that is somehow keeping up with her. He telepathically tells her that she's leading him, and thus the rest of the "zombies", to a place where they can get more targets. And if she slows down, he'll catch up, and turn her too.

She knows she has to do something, so she stops, turns around, grabs him, and rips him up. It still doesn't kill him. She knows that the only way she could would be to eat the moth, but she doesn't want him inside of her. She throws his pieces to the ground, but she knows she still can't stop the Zombie Apocalypse, and has to protect herself and her parents. But who would believe her?

And then...
Everything freezes. A third voice-over starts. Not her, not the boy, not me. But it is me. The voice over is using a twisted version of my voice, talking directly to me. It blames me for everything happening to her. It calls me out on the fact that in real life, I try to be chivalrous, yet I'm still a 20-something heterosexual male who doesn't have much of a problem with the concept of BDSM, and am still dreaming a dream with rape subtext that upsets both myself and the female protagonist. And then it tells me I could've ended it at any time by just waking up, but I let it continue.

And then I wake up. Feeling disgusted with myself. Because there was one trope missing from the dream. Because he might be right.

edited 13th Oct '11 11:12:51 PM by wanderlustwarrior

The sad, REAL American dichotomy

Okay. I just had the funniest supernatural themed dream ever. I think I might have woken up because I might have been laughing out loud towards the end.

For starters, This is another of those rare dreams in which I'm not myself, in this case I was Sam. I was able to maintain a separate commentary and inner monologue throughout on why things might be as they are or why those things might be in my dream, which will generally be noted by hottips, but it may be unclear at times.

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So when I'm aware of what's going on*

, Sam and Dean are stuck in some kind of Trickster Mentor*

^{At first, it seems like the Trickster, but it gets more vicious than he would be}

world, where they have to learn some lesson based on their past experiences to be let out. There are hints and clues given (I'll get to those later), but it doesn't seem as if the Bros. would be let out even if they learned their lesson.

The set up is that it's a hallway/lobby, with one time travel elevator, and five rooms on one side of it. The rooms are portals to various times in their lives, while the elevator can reach various times in the world's history, past and future. Sam is aware of what's going on, while Dean can only remember the current room/time, and seems to be getting constantly weakened by some sort of sickness.

When I/Sam start realizing what's happened, it's roome 3 of the second or third cycle. Sam is getting suspicious of their chances of freedom*

. He's also figuring out the clues easier, so to make it a bit harder, whenever they enter a room, Dean arrives later and later.*

^{probably as a result of me liking Dean a lot less these past 3 seasons.}

The staggered arrival eventually makes Sam think if he doesn't figure out what's happening soon enough, Dean won't show up at all.

They figure out the clue in room 3, and emerge in the lobby. It seems that the lobby could start turning vicious soon*

, so Sam tries some Sequence Breaking and drags Dean to the elevator instead of room 4. He figures out the time elevator takes vocal commands, and tells it to go to 2011.

Instead, the elevator takes them to Room 4, some previous adventure of "2011". It tries to appease him by having the second Ruby help, but he thinks he has to get away from her as soon as possible*

, and solves the clue right when Dean shows up. Because he solved it so quick, the now hostile lobby was still trying to set up how to keep them on the rails, and when they emerge from the room, they surprise the two door guards "Bald Black Guy" and "Black Guy"*

^{being black myself, I figured it was probably the perception of the episodes having a "black guy" every now and then that had the "writers" have them self-label as such}

discussing what names they should introduce themselves as to threaten the bros. into following the rules. The bros. run past them while they are distracted, back to the elevator, and Sam tells it 2012.

It takes them to Room 5, "2012". While waiting for Dean to show up, Sam takes his time formulating how to word his command to the elevator to get them out of there. Because he took longer, the lobby is out to lunch, and when they finally emerge, they find "Bald Black guy", "Black Guy", and now "Black Lady" still discussing what they should name themselves. Sam beats them up and runs past another group of people dining in the lobby, and piggy-back carries Dean to the elevator, which is now in a separate room of glass walls, and the elevator has a glass door*

. For some reason, the elevator is now running on opposite day*

^{my sister and I play it sometimes}

, so Sam uses Confusing Multiple Negatives to send the lobby and the guards back in time. He then uses the same to accurately fling themselves into the future, until they can figure out a way to go back to the past, to undo the future that is Aku get out of this reality warp*

^{this was directly inspired by the "Backwards Time Machine" song from Futurama}

.

They go to 3 points later in the future, and Sam notes that in each warp, the ceilings have successively more padding*

. Finally, Sam randomly picks the year 9372.

Turns out this year is practically Dean's dream. It's a meathead paradise, they warp into a warehouse/car garage, and the leader of the mechanics, Jason, is working on the Impala, or as he calls it, a piece of crap antique.*

I jump off the deep end in 3... 2...

Also, all the mechanics are floating/flying. Humans could eventually learn to do it, and that's why ceilings are all padded now. Jason asks Sam "Can you hang?", and Sam can do it, but only by doggie paddling. Jason comments that "only some people, others might for a little bit if they try hard, but it's not meant to be for some"*

Sam, skeptical at first, practically has a man-crush on this Jason now, and says Jason would love to meet Dean, who finally arrives in through the elevator, weak, on his knees, and stumbling.

And then...

The workshop is suddenly cleared, except for sheets of floating metal that give the whole thing a battle school feel. Sam, Jason and Dean are bouncing off the walls, flying towards each other, and performing capoeira flips on the floor*

and giving each other a BROFIST every time they near collide (Sam has to remind himself no high fives, because high fives are lame), giving an Egoraptor-esque YEAHHHHHH! every time.

The sad, REAL American dichotomy

Thanks. I love this avatar too

I dreamt that I fell down the stairs and my body reacted like I really had >.>

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I once dreamt that I was being kissed (he said it was the only way to see into my dreams) and it physically felt like someone was kissing me. I had another dream another similar physical "awareness" to it, but I was being stabbed in the stomach.

edited 14th Oct '11 1:51:38 AM by Sakan4k

Here's one really fucked-up dream I had this week.

It stared out in a Wild Wild Western-type saloon, and the locals are all discussing rumors about a person named "Kid Luck" (an actual character I've made in Dungeon Fighter Online). A sharpshooter whose been shot on virtually every place on his body, but is still alive and is constantly challenging others. The door all but flies open, and the cowboy inches the brim of his hat up with his 6-shooter. "Someone itchin' ta challenge Lady Luck's ol' boy naw?" The room falls silent, and the obviously agitated Gunner slides his gun back in the holster. Pissed that no one wanted to challenge him and orders a double-shot of whiskey.

Kid Luck's sitting down and sipping at his whiskey. All of a sudden, a paper airplane lands right beside his glass. He opens it up and it reads "BOOM GOES THE DYNAMITE!" Kid Luck spit's his drink out and the drops the letter right before it explodes, taking his left arm with it.

Kid Luck spins around behind him, holding his bloody stump and yells "Da hell wuzzat?!" And this guy (think of Remy as a Gonk with a blonde mohawk and a bunch of facial piercings) walks up. "I'm here to take the bounty on yer head, boy. And here is my B-double O-M Five-T rocket (which looked like a paper airplane with a toy blimp punctured through it)." Without skipping a beat, Kid says "Yeah, them things is pretty popular nowadays." The camera pans left, revealing a shelf of seven of those same plane-rocket-planes on a shelf with a huge 99/c sign above it. The fat guy throws the other bomb, and Kid springs out the way and the bomb slams into the shelves of drinks and other bombs behind him and explodes, leaving a giant hole in the wall as well (as blowing his hat away, and Kid Luck's hair can only be described as an unrealistically shiny, raven-black fauxhawk with a white asterisk of hair on the left side).

However, instead of the outside town, the huge hole in the wall reveals nothing. Pitch blackness. Luck takes his chance and jumps through the hole.

The terrain suddenly shifts to that of an underground castle. The floor is made of elegantly crafted marble tiles, and there's a giant stone fountain that's slowly flooding the whole place. Luck can hear faint voices, but is too weak and collapses from blood loss and the water laps at his stump.

The camera pans to a couple of elongated shadows.

Li-Mei is arguing with Princess Kitana-As-A-Mermaid (blue fin). Li-Mei's eyes are glossed over and stone cold as she has her sword pointed at Princess Kitana-As-A-Mermaid. "You know what you did!" Princess Kitana-As-A-Mermaid's expression turns smug and she plays with her long ponytail. "But you're such an asshole though. Princess Kitana-As-A-Mermaid then lays on her back and some thick, yellow sludge comes out from in-between her lower abdomen and fin and takes the shape of a slug. Then after a few seconds of stillness, two little orbs sprout from under the slug-thing with a cartoony sproing-y sound effect.

Then the next scene is just Li-Mei getting fucked by this... phallic... jell-o... slug-thing...thing and Li-Mei's face is... weird. It looks like she's dizzy in one of those old-style cartoons where the eyes are sloshing around like water balloons or a lava lamp.

Meanwhile, Kid Luck (who has now regained consciousness), holding his stump of an arm and witness to this strange scene, let's out a good "What the fuck?"

"Hello~<3." Mileena-As-A-Mermaid appears behind Kid, cupping her exposed breasts in her hands. (who, btw, does not look like Mileena... at all! She had pink skin, a purple fin, blue eyes, platinum-blond hair in three waist-length ponytails, and what looks like tentacles growing out of her hips. She looked more like Ayumi from X-Blades... with tentacles on her hips.)

"I'm apologize for this." She eats her veil and leaps at Kid Luck with her razor-sharp teeth.

The camera moves away at the point of impact, and shows the water flooding the area turning red.

Then I woke up. Jeez. I'm having a really hard time trying to word this.

edited 14th Oct '11 4:37:37 AM by IWasJustPassingBy

Don't ask what's wrong with me, because I don't know either.

Okay, I was trying to figure out what kind of cool Kid Luck's name was. Aaaaand boom goes the dynamite.

And then just... what the fuck? Are you trying to ruin Kitana and Mileena for me?

edited 14th Oct '11 5:40:47 AM by wanderlustwarrior

The sad, REAL American dichotomy