Weird dreams

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Apparently, the department store where dream-me works is just full of adventure, mayhem and intrigue.

To begin with, the mall has three different configurations and locations and alternates between them a week at a time.

As for notable store associates, the store manager is best friends with Gandalf, the assistant manager got to his position by having his two mooks kill the other managers and a customer service/hr associate is a serial killer. The store also is involved with the fallout from a relationship that ended badly a hundred years ago (the man and woman got reincarnated and ended up working in the same department).

There was a wolf. He had blue veins that streaked across his body, and cyborg arm and eye.

I don't know what his name was, but he was intresting little guy. I went up to him, but he did nothing. I can't even recall if he even breathed.

Then the dream shifted to a strange prision, where there was a crate and a wooden sink. That is all I recall.

I was looking for a Word of Power in an Absurdly Spacious Sewer underneath my town. While I was down there, I encountered a lot of lost dogs, obviously former pets, and, for reasons known only to my subconscious, I decided to "tie up loose ends" by kicking them to death. On the way out, I noticed that one had survived—a poodle, I think—and I brought it back to its family.

Apparently my dream related to Twilight Princess, as Midna meets Wolf Link in a wooden prison, has a cyborg eye and cyborg arm.

I've never played Twilight Princess.

My dreams have got to get out of the fantasy genre...

Last night I had this really weird and slightly scary dream. I was taking some type of test, and while talking to another person there (who looked like an old, really friendly classmate of mine but wasn't him) I figured out he was a serial killer. Worse, he figured out that I knew. After the test I left in hurry so I could get home and call the police (yay dream logic), but had to get to my car in a dark parking lot with him following me. I barely made it to my car and escaped on to the road, but was worried he somehow knew where I lived.

Then I woke up.

edited 15th Nov '12 10:12:33 AM by MurkyMuse

I had a dream that I was riding the S.S. Anne around on desert sand, like Jack Sparrow in the third Pot C movie.

A few days ago, I had a dream that somehow, Mean Girls got an animated spinoff, and it was written similar to the movie, if the R-rated script had been used.

I was on a farm.

The grass was not grass. It seemed to be some sort of metal, a hard but apparently malleable metal. In fact, the entire farm was made of this metal, including the animals.

Except the animals weren't animals. One was a zombie, one was a cow, and one was a farmer.

It may be a single image in my mind, I don't know. All I know is that there wasn't anything else.

I'd just finished biking to some bar across town (I don't drink), and was waiting for an opportunity to go in. Some random guy is behind me, talking on his phone. Once it gets dark enough that he thinks he has cover, he pulls out a knife to use on me. I recognize I haven't yet trained to the extent of some Russian female martial artist named Macana (her fighter profile pops up), so I run across the street leaving him there with whatever dropped. I watch him check the bike and realize I was taking it to the bike repair store next to the bar, as he can't get it away alone without it breaking. He does see my keys, though, and checks them all. I know the only one useful to him is our house key, which is terrible because the dream has shifted back to our street, so now he knows where we live. I have to figure out how to alert everyone to change the keys before he comes back and endangers the younger kids. Apparently the house is now a movie theatre/airport, and I walk around it to get on a bus, that then becomes an airplane that that takes us low out of what is apparently San Francisco. I notice where we are because I look out a window and see Alcatraz, connected to Pier 37 on the bay. At this point the vehicle is a seaplane. We pass Alcatraz so low that I'm worried we'd crash. Next, my thoughts turn to what I'll have to say when I call and break up with Natalie Portman, because I'm not established enough yet and I think she could do better.

Been a while since I've had a dream I found weird enough to share.

Last night I dreamt I was involved in a future war game where the players were allowed to fly but I could not fight because grandma was there.

Also that I saw a weight loss supplement add that sated it also get's rid of you're nudity taboo and I could not remember it's name.

Alright, so I'm in the hospital for a couple of months, not particularly incapacitated, just... in the hospital. Something about vaccinations. When I get out, I have to return to school. Turns out I've missed almost all of fall semester, but I get back to school, and apparently I'm joining my younger brother's third grade class with him. I'm still 20-something, I just have to finish this class. So the teacher passes out our weekly progress reports, and I mention how I don't have my homework or any of my books. She understands, since I was in the hospital, just so long as I turn in the next one, and I can ask some girl Kate for them. We do a storytime, class is dismissed, and for our class at least, that was the last class of the day, so people start heading home. My brother goes to find our sister. I stay behind to help the teacher tidy up for the next class, and am feeling a bit Hot for Teacher. Which is alright, since she's around my age. The next class comes in while I'm rearranging desks, as does some legal guardian, who threatens the teacher to remove her daughter from this class, because apparently no one who takes a humanities course like English will ever end up amounting to anything in the sciences. The teacher and I, skeptical, joke and remind the guardian of all the jobs which require at least a third grade understanding of the English language, like rocket scientist or some other stuff. I mentioned I myself took chemistry in college, so it isn't an either/or thing. As we joke, the teacher and I exchange some flirtatious glances. I pick up my backpack and am about to walk my siblings home. She tells me not to forget to ask Kate for homework advice, and I respond with I could just ask my brother.

So I leave the classroom while she has her last class, but before I can find my siblings and walk home, I need to use the bathroom. I find one labeled " Vam / Men", in some sort of bilingual sign, and go in. It's an atrium, and I choose the door marked to lead to toilets/sinks. It's designed like an atrium version of my college chemistry lab. I see the sinks, of course, but I have to find the urinals hidden in the cupboards underneath. As I'm using one, I get a call from my sister, reminding that when I have to sleep, to sleep lightly, as my friend Jessica (also from college) is a light sleeper and I don't want to wake her up as she'll get insanely angry. I picture her turning into a witch, then realize... "why am I sharing a bed with Jessica? Why am I worried about her sleeping now?" So that breaks my suspension of disbelief, I realize I'm dreaming, manage to open one of my eyes a crack, guage the natural light to determine what time of day it is in the real world, return to my dream to zip up my pants and wash my hands, then finally wake up.

I wonder if the teacher's first name was also Kate?

edited 18th Nov '12 7:02:53 AM by wanderlustwarrior

Last night, I was apparently at my mom's previous residence with my aunt, when from the right side of the street come creepy-looking guys in grey hooded robes and scary painted white faces (think Captain Howdy from The Exorcist).

On the left side of the street came the Shredder and the Foot Clan. I'm not sure why, but they wanted the house and were ready to fight each other as well as my aunt and me for it. So they did. I managed to knock away some of the hooded creeps and avoid one of the Shredder's attacks, but even in a dream I knew it'd be stupid to fight him. Also, Ness was assisting me for some reason.

I survived the battle, and then the two factions retreated with the intention of coming back to continue the next day, at the same time.

Huh.

Last night, I was a secret agent involved in a prisoner-handover double-cross which turned into a shootout with terrorists. There was some nice knife throwing action and it even ended with me capturing the terrorist leader and a victory speech from Barack Obama complete with Flag Drop. Fuckin' awesome.

Last night, I had a dream I and a few family members were at a charity cookout event where everyone had to wear the clothes and eat the food chosen for them by trained elephants. I was the last in line for the food and everyone, except a 12-year-old boy who was a complete stranger, had already left to go to another location. I ate a hamburger instead of my chosen meal and, by the time I had finished it, the dream had changed where I was a single parent and the boy was my son.

My son and I decide to visit downtown New York City. Suddenly, we are on a busy city street where we hail a cab to take us to the downtown area. Instead, my son tells the cabdriver to take us to "3044 Roundhall Ave".

I don't understand why he would want to go there, but the cabdriver (who has a generic Eastern European accent) says it's a popular stop because it's where the members of KISS live.

I say ok, but the area between this part of the city and the part where we need to go is nothing but farms and forests. We end going on a wild ride through fields and literally down railroad tracks because the cabs move faster when they're on the tracks.

The cabdriver stops at a rundown little house off by itself in a wooded area, and when I ask him why, he says it's my own fault for not noticing his cab didn't have some little sticker in the window that meant it was an official cab. As the head of his clan, he drives around the city looking for young boys to join the extended family. I woke up as he was laughing at me for trusting him.

I keep having dreams where I write some sigil over and over...

I had a dream involving time travel. I don't remember much else about it.

My dreams seem to be growing ever more bizarre but with a theme, they used to be about violence and sex, now more, this sorta post-apocalyptic stuff, like I remember having a dream quite recently which involved me getting crucified, I play too much Fallout, all I can say. Plus a lot of the dreams feature me with an AR-15, so... yeah.

Last night, when I fell asleep without dinner or taking a shower, I had a fucking tripped-out dream, but I don't remember any part of it. Only that it was fucking trippy. Don't you just hate that?

I do remember a substantially stranger dream from a week ago; it was so weird I made sure to write it all down.

I found out what sigils were for.

What I had been writing on was a blank flag, and I was summoning an evil child who wanted every last thing on this earth dead. He would't die till that goal was met. He was also Hitler's reincarnation.

They had wanted me to do one more flag, but I found what they were doing. The leader shackled me into a room with Tifa Lockhart and that's when the adventure started.

We snuck out somehow and got on top of the villian's jeep which carried the flags. They planned on fusing them and burning it on Hitler's grave. They just needed one more flag.

We ambushed them and had a fight on top of the jeeps before heading off a cliff.

The jeep exploded, but it was the wrong jeep. The villians named The Red Diamond made their getaway, but we caught onto them with a magic carpet.

But it was too late. He came on a black dragon. There was going to be nothing left.

I gave Tifa a kiss before going off to stop him, and the dream ended.

I had a dream last night that I was heading to a theater camp with several people from my school. However, while stopping to let the giraffe who tagged along use the bathroom, they forgot to let me back on the bus.

My subconscious being the BRILLIANT thinker it is, I simply bought a balloon from a passing... Balloon... Selly... Person... Vendor... Thing. This done, I started blowing it up until it was several times the size of my head and took a running leap that sent me careening through the air (to the amazement of the people on the ground). Unfortunately, I discovered that balloon travel needs a lot of work in the department of control.

Long story short, after some less-than-successful flight and an odd discussion with the bride of Frankenstein, I finally got to camp.

I had very weird dream last night.

Next Monday is going to be my last day as part of an internship/field experience for my college, where I'm in a classroom of 2nd graders helping out and teaching some lessons.

I had a dream about my last day.

For some reason, I was peeling potatoes, and then the teacher I'm working with came up to me and said "Are you ready to teach your reading lesson?" and I was like "Yeah, I think so."

I woke up before I could make any sense of it.

Why the heck was I peeling potatoes in a classroom, and doing it before teaching my reading lesson?

It made no sense to me. I think I'm gonna tell this to my friend, who's a dream interpreter when I see her.

I dreamed I was playing Resident Evil Code: Veronica X (I'm doing a bit of a Resi marathon right now) and was fighting the Tyrant boss on the plane, except there were two of them, one fast and one slow. I managed to damage them really quickly with one of the automatic weapons, only getting hit once or twice in the process (this part, and the fact that there were two enemies, are the parts that interested me most), then I launched the crate at them and threw them out of the plane.

High school's homecoming dance is coming up, and I'm the white girl co-captain of the cheerleading squad. My boyfriend has just broken up with me, but my friend sets me up with who is apparently one of the most interesting guys in the school, and thus we seem to be a lock for Homecoming Queen and King.

My dad has been allowing me to take care of myself so far, but he worries that if I go to homecoming (it's like a week before it now, and at night), my special talent will be exposed, and everyone will think I'm a mutant or something, or I may lose it. I run away angrily from home, and somehow wind up at school before the pep rally the day before the homecoming game. My friend warns me that she'd just talked to the guy, and he'd dump me if I didn't have sex with him. I feel hurt by both of them, and instead of still walking to the pep rally, I flip out and run away. The kind, male cheerleading coach tries to get my attention as I run to the end of a hall that's been cordoned off by displays of potato chips, but I now use my power to jump through the tight space of two of the grates in the display holding Hot Cheetos and Takis. The coach takes the long way around in time to see me using my superspeed/parkour/breakdancing power, established in my head to be named {free}stylin' (yes, the italics are mandatory even when thought of), to jump over his car and run away.

I'm about to make it home, where I see my dad waiting with open arms, ready to explain to me that he's been there, and that the power ends when one loses their virginity, and he knew how much it meant to me and that it helped my cheerleading, but he didn't outright say "the power ends when your hymen breaks", because he wanted me to make my own choices, and didn't want to disgust me by talking about my hymen, [[Fridge Logic... and didn't want to answer questions on how he had this power or how my hymen is staying intact with all the motion]]. Instead, I run away (again), using my power, which along with the speed boost lets me beautify whatever surface I happen to use a trick on. People see this power of mine, and in my head I narrate that other kids will form/have formed superhero teams to beautify the suburbia we live in, and expand our area to fight crime and beautify ghettos, and nominate me as their leader.

After busting some particularly impressive moves, I make it through the suburbs, end up going quickly through the Forest of Bewilderment, and am rapidly approaching a haunted mansion, which is apparently Doctor Eggman's latest factory. Doctor Eggman, noting my speed (it increases with each trick), sends out Tails Doll, Metal Knuckles and Metal Sonic (in that order) to confront me. I run away (again) to the side, and fortunately am backed up by Sonic, Tails and Knuckles, who end the dream by clashing in a Mirrored Confrontation Shot like the X-Men animated series opening, with me at the center.

Apparently I'm non-confrontational, but those were some pretty awesome tricks I was busting. I need to get back into Capoeira, but I'd like a sparring partner.