Weird dreams

Well, this dream was not quite as interesting, but I suppose it's worth another mention. (Forgive me for more wall text if it occurs, and the dream's rated P for pony, so if you dislike long reads or My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, this is not a dream log ya want to read.)

As I woke up in my dungeon cell, I heard what could only be another prisoner in the same cell as me (Yes, I know cells don't exactly work this way). She had asked what I was in for, and to that, I emitted a sigh, getting ready to discuss it. "The crimes I have been charged for include being a changeling, of which I was found guilty of... Feeding off of several other ponies, which I got guilty charges on... Attempting to spook Fluttershy so I could drain her too, in which I was found not guilty, and being power-hungry, which I was guilty of." The prisoner in the cell shook her head, sighing. It didn't come to my mind to ask what she was in for.

Just then, I heard an all too familiar voice, and immediately knelt, which left the other prisoner to facehoof. "You have a visitor, changeling." Princess Celestia calmly stated, opening up the cell and letting me out (The cells would understandably be enchanted with anti-magic measures). The guards looked at me, readying themselves, before I requested them back to post, to which the guards gave a baffled look, but Celestia nodded as if she understood. The walk took a bit of time, in which the princess and I talked, partly out of how I managed to keep a humble look upon myself in sentencing, until I saw the visitor room and a familiar face.

"Fluttershy?" I asked, trotting over towards the pegasus' location. She asked about my sentence and how long it'd be, in which I told her that I'm going to be in the cell until I am no longer a changeling. She looked rather down, but I went to reassure her that if it weren't for her, I'd have likely been stuck in the cell forever, or executed promptly. Her pet bunny popped out of her mane, tapping her shoulder and pointing at what appeared to be a saddle bag, and she promptly handed it to me (Once again, magical enchantments would have stopped the delivery if it would help in jailbreak, in case anypony wonders). Upon opening the saddle bag, I blushed as I saw what could best be described as small plushies of the mane six and myself, and thought of how kind that was of her, and that I'd guard them with my life, hugging the plushie of Fluttershy (weakness to cute in action). I mentioned I'd have hugged her, if it weren't for physical barriers, and the chance I'd accidentally drain her, and at that, I was led back to my cell, fit with a skeptical look on the cell partner.

"What's in the bag, changeling?" She snarked, before seeing the plushie in my hooves, and clearly getting a maniacal grin on her face. "Plushies, eh? Hand them over, so I can annihilate them." I looked at her in horror, backing away from her. "Don't go playing 'hard to get' now..."

"I won't let you hurt my children!" I hissed, quickly plopping the plushie into the saddle bag and holding it shut. She clearly was not dissuaded from that action.

"You're going to learn real soon why I'm called 'Steel-hoof Sam'!" She growled, proceeding to try and buck me in the face, to which I dove down and her hooves made a metallic "clang" sound. I knew all right why she was called Steel-hoof! She continued toward me, not dissuaded from the first miss, and swung at me again, which left a pretty bad mark upon my face as I staggered back, emitting a pained hiss. Another hind hit, and I was hit to the ground, at her mercy. She prepared to stomp my head, until the guards pulled a Big Damn Heroes moment, knocking her on her side, and holding her down. At that, I heard one of the guards grumble about how this wasn't the first time Steel-hoof was sentenced to the solitary confinement. Although the guards have left the door open, I did not fancy my chances, given that there'd be at least a hundred Celestian Guards to one changeling runaway (That, and it'd most likely hurt my chances of getting out on good behavior).

Eventually, I was paired up with another changeling prisoner, who seemed a good deal more pleasant, but I had to ask a question before I was going to lower my guard on the saddle bag. "You aren't going to rend my children, are you?" I felt a bit of a slip in my own sanity, but given that they represented my friends and hopes, I did not want to have somepony else destroy them, and the changeling showed a baffled look and answered no. I tilted my head, confused at the whole way that went down, and proceeded to pull out a plushie of myself, to remind me of what I was before the changeling incident. I complimented Rarity on such masterwork stitchery, which also brought the other changeling's attention.

"These... are your 'children'?" The other changeling wondered, to which I nodded enthusiastically. The other changeling sighed, but nodded back. "I guess I know why you have the big lump on the head... someone knocked you on the head real hard."

"Indeed, you'd be right." I groaned, before putting the plushie of Rainbow Dash upon the other changeling's back, and she seemed to blush a bit, but looked away from me. "I apologize, but did I embarrass you by mistake?" She shook her head, cradling the plushie, and giggled a bit. At that point, I knew I wasn't alone in my lament, but I knew getting her out was not going to be a simple task indeed.

The dream kinda ended a couple hours before the alarm went off (So at 5:00 in the morning, when I kept getting up in concern that I'd be unable to wake my older brother up for an interview. I think this dream says something about me and plushies, and I know there's a trope, but I can't put my finger on it. (Expecting a continuation or some day dream duct tape.)

Characters and settings from The Simpsons (haven't watched it in years), South Park (weeks), Cloud Atlas (weeks), Doctor Who and Dungeons And Dragons (never and never).

Thanks to Bart's interruption, Lisa Simpson was the last family member ready for the day, and thus missed her bus to school. while Marge made her some breakfast before she took her to school, Lisa touched the refrigerator door, which somehow teleported her to school. This oc course captured the interest of everyone else in class, who fought over Lisa's seat to see how she was able to teleport.

Now the dream moves back to the South Park universe.

Instead of Lisa, it was Clyde Donovan, instead of the Simpson's fridge, it was the Marsh Family's, and it worked by displacing something at one end and swapping it with someone else. Thanks to a lot of random contact, most of it involving Randy Marsh, the door winds up with Clyde and Mr. Mackey on the "outside" of its teleporter system (in different places), and everyone else on the "inside". As they try to figure out how to fix the door, they somehow wind up teleporting the two on the "outside" to a post-apocalyptic future, where the world was getting increasingly flooded, and the man "rich" culture is more inland and in skyscrapers, a la Cloud Atlas.

Clyde is still "in class" but it's a class that tests his knowledge over this future, and if he fails, kicks him out to the flooded wasteland. Fortunately, Mr. Mackey has swiched places with the teacher, they recognize each other, and break out of the classroom. They look around the skyscraper they're in, and see some flooded, abandoned and roofless buildings (the same ones from my dream set in "Chicago" a few weeks ago). Before security can catch up to them, Mackey, on a hunch, does a drop kick through the window, proving the image was a hologram.

There's a futuristic Gamestop on the other side (still stocking X Box 360 games), after Clyde jumps through the window too. The two take cover from the security robots, who can't pass the window, and then leave. They then approach the main desk, where they see the cashier who informs them that if we can't answer her question, she will kill us, but if we can, she will teleport us back home. Clyde turns into me, and I say, "I know everything there is to know about The Master. He's a Dungeons And Dragons Character and is all powerful. Even someone who doesn't play Dungeons And Dragons, like me, knows that." I then look at Mr. Mackey, who apparently is a Dn D player. The cashier's queston was "What gender is the Master?" which she asks after I finish talking. I say, "of course, male", turn back into Clyde, and she teleports us home.

Been a day or two since I last provided a dream log, but yesterday's dream log was disappointing, as it was basically myself sleeping in-dream, showing what it would be like to be in a dungeon cell.

Anyways, got yet another lengthy dream log based off of My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, so once again, if ya detest long reads or the show the dream is based off of, I highly recommend not reading it. If you see any words hyphenated, consider them empathsis, like a word in italics. It just means I missed a word to italicize. Happy reading!

Once again, I was found asleep in the cell, only to be awakened by the changeling that shared the cell, holding on to what was a letter from Princess Celestia.

Dear Changelings,

I present to you both a chance to get out on extremely good behavior. According to one of the guards and my telescope recon, I have found a fortress with an intent to hassle ponykind. I provide either of you a suit of armor and an amulet. Apply the moon side to the target to evacuate, and they'll end up in a coffee room within Canterlot. If you should succeed, those who participated will have their dungeon sentence dropped completely. If failure occurs due to the situation getting too dicey, the sentence will remain, but not be any worse. Attempted desertion however will be met with severe penalties. For a recap, find anypony who might be prisoner to the forsaken fortress, and raze it.

Princess Celestia

I muttered to myself that it wasn't going to be a simple task, while the other changeling pretty swiftly donned her equipment. I ultimately decided to the job not for the easy out or for my friend, but to atone for my wrongs. I eventually donned the armor, and saw Princess Celestia herself looking at us with a smile. We talked a bit, before being briefed of the location in the Everfree Forest. At that, we went off towards the location via changeling wing.

En-route, my partner-in-justice and I talked a bit, and I learned of her name at last. She calls herself Kara (No points for the name's inspiration). I mentioned that this mission might end with us both terminated, but Kara countered with the fact she'd be stuck in the dungeon for life otherwise, and eventually, we saw the forsaken fort. We attempted to get entry to it, but was stopped by what seemed to be a pony, asking who we are and what business we had. I attempted a lie, saying we were both mere adventurers exploring as exiles in the forest, and upon being asked of the armor, Kara quickly answered them as disguises to avoid Celestia's guards. The pony grinned, mentioning he'll let us in all right, before we got seized and knocked out.

When Kara and I recouped, we noticed we were in the fortress all right, but not in a good position. The armor was gone, my amulet of evacuation's gone and we're being fed gruel in a cell! I groaned, realizing the optional objective had to be forfeit, until the guards of the fort threw a small filly into the same cell, and she looked absolutely terrified with her ribbon on. Kara smiled, and proceeded to try and evacuate the little filly, but to no effect. The guard laughed at the amulet failure, mentioning this is no magic fort, and that the little filly's going to be the last one to go, as I looked at what seemed to be a barred window. Sunset... not good.

After a bit of banter, the guard left, attending to other prisoners, though I heard a large colt speak, clearly sounding unhappy. Either way, Kara and I tried to reason with the little filly, and she was not believing, until I disguised myself as, well, myself, and she saw a blank flank, and saw her own. "Ah thought you had a cutie mark." the filly wondered.

"I used to, but my curse of the changeling forced that ailment." I answered, continuing onward. "The other changeling's Kara, and well, we were sent by Princess C to save any prisoners here, and to destroy this fort."

"It's showtime!" the guard hissed, returning not as a pony, but as some revenant form of a pony, fit with red eyes. My thoughts flashed back upon a dream I had earlier before the changeling curse, and I feared the truth was had. One look at the torture insturments, and I saw off the bat there was a table and boulder calibrated for my frame. "You there, without the pendant... come..." I came all right, but I wasn't coming in peace or in pieces. Given the no-magic properties, I charged the nightmarish guard, knocking him down, and I barked for Kara and the young filly to book it out of here. Kara and Applebloom nodded, fleeing and opening up the other cells (locked by dead bolts), and I saw a large, red colt head out, and I carefully wrestled the nightmare, before managing to put the nightmare into the cell I was held in with a sense of irony as I bolted it shut.

"In your face!" I gloated, only to realize I should not have said that, as the nightmare burrowed into the ground like a b-movie zombie, and rose up in an attempt to nab me. I ran for it, only to be warned about the Trap Door by Applebloom, and needless to say, the group traversed next to the wall, avoiding the trap door lined with briars. Shortly after, the group saw stairs, and I grinned, trying to run up the stairs, before they formed a ramp and slid me into the trap door, except I wasn't feeling sharp pains. When I opened my eyes, I saw two pairs of red hooves holding on and pulling me up with little hassle... I thanked them, but asked if I was seeing double. I got the response of "Eeyup." from them both, before Kara revealed herself as one of the two by morphing to her changeling self. "Well, the stairway's back to normal, and the fourth step was obviously trapped... We should be able to get up knowing it now... though the filly..."

"Applebloom." the little filly filled in.

"...Applebloom seems to know the fortress inside and out."

"Ah read a fairytale with this kinda fort. Ah tried ta warn ya, but ya just ran up and slid down. There's a disarm button right by the foot of the stairs." Applebloom stated, pushing the first step into the staircase, and a click was heard. we traversed up the stairs, and much to everypony's surprise, the trap did -not- spring again.

"Applebloom? You're an architectural genius." I complimented, patting her ribboned head. "Any clue where the vital support is?"

There, the dream cliffhangered again. No clue how my dreams are forming a coherent plot, but I don't overly mind it. I wonder if my mind's telling me to write a story soon or not.

All right, a week or so ago I had a dream full of Anachronism Stew.

Alexander the Great was at the gates of Jerusalem with his army. The local Roman (!) governor rode out with most of the city garrison, to talk to Alexander and see what he wanted. However, instead of discussing civilly with their opponents, Alexander's men walked up to an official symbol the Romans had brought with them - it looked like a miniature Arc de Triomphe, about 1 metre high - and started hitting it with big clubs, like Neanderthals. The Romans were so shocked at this that they immediately broke off the talks and withdrew inside the city to defend it; the mini-Arc carried great symbolic value to them, a bit like a legion's Eagle Standard.

Despite the Roman garrison's best efforts, Jerusalem quickly fell to Alexander's forces, and soon his men were running around everywhere and looting the city.

Then apparently my subconscious decided to shift the setting a few millennia forward, and the plundering Macedonians turned into Palestinians. They were very happy, ecstatic even. In the east of the city, they tore down parts of the West Bank Barrier (no idea if this is geographically accurate), a scene very reminiscent of the fall of the Berlin Wall - they even shouted Wir sind das Volk! Wir sind ein Volk!

Now, this last part, I experienced like I was there myself, and I remember how happy I was for the Palestinians. (Exactly what they were so happy about, except for the barrier coming down, I have no clue).

I dreamed that I was in a mall food court and I couldn't find any food that I wanted to eat. Then this Zaxby's (chicken place) appeared out of nowhere. These twins that graduated from my high school were there, along with this other girl. I ordered chicken fingers and fries. I got my food and got in the car (which for some reason was my mom's old 1997 Saturn) and then realized that they didn't actually put chicken fingers in my meal.

Some time ago I posted a pony related dream where everything was turning into the mane six. I just had the same dream the past two nights and they were connected!

Night one: I was watching tv, but it seemed that all they were showing was, yep, MLPFIM. I was trying to find something else when suddenly, Trixie appeared and forced me to turn our world into Equestria. I did not want to, but she threatened to do some very unfriendly things if I did not comply. It eventually became that of the original dream, but ended quickly.

Night two: It was normal, I was checking my Facebook like nothing was happening. Suddenly, a new update appeared. It was from Trixie.

Trixie: Oh look, Kablammin is trying to weasel his way out of following my directions, well, things are gonna be that much harder now...

She summoned a huge angry mob to chase me down. I ra out the door and into a nearby town. The crowd was geting bigger, and i was getting worn out and cross.

Me: (thinking) Trixie will you knock it off? Youre ruining a perfectly fine day!

Trixie: Youre making things harder...

I then suddenly transformed into Pinkie Pie for some weird reason, and the mob got even bigger. Then suddenly went trough a ton of strange thins before ultimately winding up in a tiny jail cell, the mob celebrating outside, Trixie apparently having enginerred the whole thing.

"Trixie you beat everything ya know tat?" I yelled as i was straped to a bed, "Get me out of here!" I suddenly woke up in the same position that I had been tied to the bed.

This is so weird. Its like those stories that open with the guy dreaming of something thats going to happen later in the story. Sure would be interesting if that was te case with me...

edited 5th Jan '13 5:09:56 PM by kablammin45

I wonder if the dream'll continue on in the next slumber sequence. It has caught my eye.

Thinking about it though, I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep up the dream chain of sorts, given classes are soon to begin and all. I am a tad afraid with my Monday and Saturday classes that I'll be unable to dream due to alarm clock anxiety.

Weird dream I had last night.

Britain fell to a Christian (?) dictatorship, and I was leading a resistance cell out of my school's library. We were on the computers, constantly countering the government's attempts to locate other cells via tracing. Our main weapons were 22. air rifles modified to have magazines and homemade riot shields. While me, and for no apparent reason, Rainbow Dash were picking up supplies, my old maths teacher (?) found us and said that we were going to Hell for resisting. I said that I was already there, and Dash said nothing. She tutted and walked off. Dash and I traded a "WTF" look, and picked up a few bullets and parts to make riot shields. That's when it ended, and I woke up at midnight, completely confused.

edited 6th Jan '13 2:29:43 AM by Steventheman

Yet another continuation from my dream... As usual, the lengthy warning and the My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic warnings are in effect. (I really should develop some abbreviation thingummybob for others to know if a dream is long, grimdark, pony, or anything else that may arise.)

"Oh, supports?" Applebloom wondered. I nodded. "That's easy! One per corner, though we can't get 'em all in one go."

"Why not?" I asked, before promptly facehoofing. "...never mind... besides, if we split up, we're all doomed. We might want to go in pairs to..." Cue Kara teaming up with Big McIntosh, and me teaming up with Applebloom. We both went separate ways, and needless to say, it didn't take too long before Applebloom and I were accosted by the husks.

"Prepare to die..." One of the husks hissed, lurching towards the duo, with me backing up, only to notice another husk, and cue Applebloom pulling a moment of awesome shortly after.

"Think fast!" She exclaimed, triggering a trap, and I immediately hopped to the floor, and saw that my quick thinking served me well, as Applebloom dismounted stylishly. The husks weren't so fortunate as a pair of hallway-spanning blades bisected them both. Given my position though, I wouldn't mind using a trap to Equestria's advantage. In a short bit, the pony duo made it to the vital support, which was colored red for some reason.

"Intruders!" A husk hissed, as the duo of husks charged at me, but I charged back, knocking the husk and myself to the ground, and leaving Applebloom to mount the other, taking that husk down and remounting. I began to buck away at the vital support, seeing splinters fly from the support, only to see one of the two husks stabilizing it, and the other charging at the duo. One quick dodge later, the support was nailed by the husk, and like a tower of wooden blocks in a stack, the support fell with ease, and I immediately began running, as I knew what would happen without support.

One mad dash to avoid a collapse later, I noticed Applebloom was not looking too good, and I tried to wake her up several times, all in vain. I shapeshifted to Applejack (How fitting) to tie the mane around the young filly's body so she won't fly off. Just then, I heard more rumbling and collapsing. It's evident Big McIntosh and Kara knocked out one of the supports. Guess they really are color-coded for convenience. That matter aside, I continued along, only to see more trouble in the form of 3 skeletal ponies.

To say the least, one whack to the skeletal one's head, and it merely spun, in which I looked in horror, only to get an idea quickly on the spot. If they're skeletal, they won't be quick on recovering I thought. With that, I knocked some of the leg supports of the bony crew down, and gravity took care of the hard work of disposing of them as I bolted by. Benny Hill theme commenced as I averted a few traps here and there, only to skid to a halt on a trap door. I promptly triggered it, and made use of one of the doors as a ledge, being careful -not- to drop Applebloom or plunge into the pit myself. Upon crossing, the skeletal crew arrived again, and one of the three tried to jump at me. I promptly intercepted the leap with a kick, and the skeletal one fell into the pit. The second went to try their luck by lobbing individual bones at me, only to be met with the quick pitfall for such an idea. The third one realized it's on its own, and went to run on the trap door while it was still open, only for me to promptly remove the skull and lob it into the pit. The third skeleton promptly fell in, and I couldn't resist a giggle, moving to the support and breaking it myself this time, wondering if the skeletal crew was the guardian of this support.

This time around, I heard rumbling, and this time, it was much more violent as I quickly undisguised myself, holding on to Applebloom by the tail, and needless to say, Kara and Big Mc Intosh were met, and they managed to get out the front door, but before I could, it got nailed by falling debris, and two waves of collapsing ceiling approached me. I bit my tongue, proceeding to fly in-between the rubble, only to be caught on my hind legs, and feeling a crushing pain. Applebloom fortunately got out of the mess just fine, only being fainted, but I didn't get so lucky as my rear legs were most likely broken and crushed. Cue Big Mc Intosh knocking the offending rubble piece right off of the legs, and I asked, "You really came back for me? Even after that one time I drained you?"

"Eeyup!" The large colt replied, carefully plucking Applebloom off of the fallen rubble, and the morning sun came to vanquish the horrible night, the husks and skeletons quickly retreating to the earth from whence they came. I smiled weakly, looking at the sunrise and the two earth ponies treading off to Sweet Apple Acres, until I saw Kara's face.

"Done with your bellyaching, brother?" She asked, to which I nodded, clambering back to a prone position in preparation to fly, before she merely shook her head, pulling out the amulet of evacuation and evacuating us both to Canterlot (With myself going first, then Kara). Celestia wasn't around, but Princess Luna was, and she handed the pair of changelings a letter.

"Where's Princess Celestia?" I asked, to which Princess Luna motioned at the letter, and I opened it to read it:

Dear Changelings,

I am sorry I couldn't meet in person, but urgent matters arose in Manehatten that required my presence, but from what I've acquired from Princess Luna looking through my telescope, you managed to bring down that fortress successfully. I am not one to go back on my word, so for a job well done, you're both free from dungeon sentencing.

Yours truly,

Princess Celestia

P.S. The plushies are safe. I left them in Princess Luna's care, so they should not be in bad shape. As for the cure from changeling form, I haven't exactly found one, but perhaps ask Zecora or Twilight Sparkle of this unusual anomaly?

I gently handed the letter to Princess Luna, weakly smiling. "I am glad I could serve Equestria... even though I'm but a wretched changeling."

"...and does that by association mean that I'm wretched too?" Kara hissed, to which I shook my head frantically.

"Given that you're done with the mission, I bring you something promised by the letter." Princess Luna spoke in her Canterlot voice, which made me wince a little, but Kara stood fine. It was a familiar saddle bag handed to me, and I carefully donned the bag.

"If there's anything else in terms of wicked missions like that which need completing... you can count on me." I mentioned, before Kara tapped my leg and I let off a pained yelp. Kara and Luna and I couldn't resist a small laugh at being proven that I was in no condition to fight.

And the dream ended there. I think I should try to avoid mixing TV Tropes and My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, given that tropes are being revealed to me easily. Ah well. Not sure if I'm going to see another episode of the Changeling Chronicles or not (Which is what I've named the series of dreams for convenience's sake).

edited 6th Jan '13 7:25:55 PM by NESgamer190

My "Kablammin vs. Trixie" dream story ended somewhat atni climaticly last night. I apparently escaped jail, caught up with Trixie and took her to court for harassment charges and forcing me to screw with the world. Ultimately, after some weird jury decisions, the court told Trixie to get off my case. We left on good terms.

Maybe you should make that a fanfic.

edited 6th Jan '13 6:48:35 PM by kablammin45

Some context here: A few days before I had this dream, I found that I had left my cell phone on until the battery was nearly drained. I also had a voice message. When I tried to check the message before I turned the phone off to charge it, the battery gave out and it turned itself off. No big deal, so I just plugged it in and left it... and forgot it was there for multiple days.

So. Last, night, I had a dream that started with me remembering that I had left my cell phone there and that there was still a message on it. I checked it... and whatever the voice mail was, it apparently led to me going on some mysterious and perilous mission. It was all very vague.

Best part: thanks to that dream, I remembered that my phone existed, and got it off the charger to check that message (in the afternoon... hey, what's a few more hours gonna hurt?). The message... was nothing but a single beep and a voice that sounded like it had been pre-recorded saying "goodbye". I don't even...

Latest creepy dream thing: Vampiric plants. Someday I need to find some time to put these things into a story.

I was travelling through a forest in a group, and one guy sat down in a patch of vines for a rest. When we went back for him later, he was all pale and motionless, and the vines were sort of... pulsing. When we looked closer, we saw that the vines had latched onto his skin like leeches.

And then some other guy came and yelled at us for being stupid enough to let someone fall asleep in a patch of 'blood vines'.

An androgynous probably-a-girl with a lazy eye (or glass eye? she pushed it into alignment) came onto me. And she was sweet, so we made out.

edited 7th Jan '13 11:40:40 AM by TParadox

Anti-climatic dream this time... Rated P for pony.

It was basically in Ponyville within a vacant building. I was without my rear hoof bones (Twilight Sparkle casted a spell to try and alleviate the pain, but a lack of bones occurred instead) sitting in a chair, talking to Kara in what seemed to be therapy. To say the least, she mentioned a few of her Berserk Buttons (Being called The Load, sneaking up on her, etcetera), and how she was a soldier to the Queen of the changelings. Rarity was also watching, drama chair handy, until Kara mentioned how she didn't mind her mane getting messy, and needless to say, Rarity was dramatic about it, demanding to clean up the mane, with a gentle refusal. Cue Rarity fainting upon her couch, and a facehoof from me. The dream seemed to end there.

Other details were too blurry unfortunately, probably from college on Monday jamming me again. I really hope it won't keep happening. (A bit glad my dream did a little Character Development for Kara. She kinda needed it.)

I had a dream that i was sitting on the roof, which is really unstabled. I was watching the final episode of Smallville, when Clark Kent became Superman. And i started to fly, all the way to Chicago, where everyone became ponys. Yeah.

I've been having nightmares the past three nights. The common theme in all of them has been powerlessness.

I dunno. Hopefully tonight I can rest.

The Big Bang Theory guys got invited to a bachelorette party and totally ruined it. When the girls got upset about it, Sheldon was convinced it was because something was physically wrong with them, but then Abed scanned everybody with his toy tricorder and pointed out that the fault was with the guys.

Fell asleep while waiting for new Pokemon news. Dreamed that the new game was called "Pokemon Innouver" (a pun on "forever" or something), and people were complaining about the new female PC being too sexy. :U

Is everyone's dream directly based off pop culture?

Well, a good chunk of my dreams harvests from the mental processor, but I really doubt My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic is not pop culture... which means I'm making progress on not being obsolete with pop culture in general.

I had a dream of The Hobbit. In it, Bilbo walked up to Elrond, who lived in a small hut barely larger than him in a jungle. Elrond poked his head out of the window of the hut, asking for something in return for the info needed for safe passage. So, Bilbo handed Elrond a pumpkin. Elrond was pleased, saying, "Ah! A pumpkin will keep during the winter". In fact, it was such a good gift, that Elrond also gave Bilbo a zucchini. Bilbo delightfully bit down onto the zucchini, a look of intense pleasure on his face. This prompted the narrator to talk about zucchinis, about how they re a popular fruit, but unfortunately suffered a significant drop in profitability and marketability when one was seen of the wreckage of the WTC after 9/11.

Thst might be the closest thing to an offensive dream I can remember.

I dreamt that I was killed by maids wearing gas masks. They killed me with daggers.

Then I found myself in a forest as undead, and got killed again, by schoolgirls wearing gas masks, who shot me to death.

...

Basically, not just weird, but painful too, my head actually hurts for some reason...

That's because you're still in the nightmare.

edited 9th Jan '13 5:33:20 AM by joeyjojo

I was in my university. Then I was being chased by two velociraptors. I kept running, with many close calls. Then I took a turn and there was a T-Rex. I managed to pass by it. It let another one pass but intercepted and ate one. That is as far as I can remember.

Here's one without pop culture. I was at some kind of campground where the staff was made up of three groups of nubile clones, all down at the docks wearing string bikinis, and I was incredibly attracted to the largest set, to the point I didn't trust myself alone with them. I told my boss this, and he went straight to those girls and explained it to them in the worst possible light.

edited 9th Jan '13 8:07:49 PM by TParadox