Weird dreams

Me and my brother were in The Village, attempting to track down Number Six. He was in Number Two's mansion/compound and we decided to sneak in through a ... what do you call the place where Eighteen Wheelers drop off supplies? Anyway, we are in disguise and think we made it in - but Number Two was a step ahead of us.

We snuck into a mock-up of an industrial complex, but we knew it wasn't real. They sent one of their agents disguised as Baby Mia (who's three), but it didn't fool either of us. A bunch of other surreal stuff happened too, it's hard to remember.

The weirdest thing is that it wasn't a nightmare at all. I was never worried the whole time. It's too bad I woke up before we could find Number Six. We had something important to tell him.

edited Sun, 21 Dec 2008 19:01:30 by CTrombley

I dreamt about a world where there had been superheroes but they had been outlawed so now a cross between Batman and Il Santo was working as a masked wrestler, fighting many different opponents at once. Then Spider-Man came through a portal from 616 and the cops chased him into the arena where Bat-Santo was fighting.

I had a dream where my sister wouldn't shut up about the latest book she had read. No, not Twilight. Some award-winning book about a boy and his raccoon, which surprisingly didn't die at the end. I think it escaped from a geodesic nudist swimming pool or something... (What's the smiley for complete confusion?)

Tangent: That would be D)

I had a dream when I was young in which I was at my aunt's house, and the first floor was full of alligators. I was looking back ver my shoulder from the stairs, and then I turned to look in front of me, on the way up to use the bathroom...

There was my cousin, in an alligator costume.

I had a rather meta dream with intentional manipulation of two dream-within-a-dreams. There were four mac-guffins of some kind, and a strange person (I went along with helping him, and though I was aware of the possibility of him just using me to get all four, I decided to hold off dealing with that threat until I had them all, or something) who had enlisted my help in collecting them. He already had one, and to collect the second I had a dream set in 1830 or 1870 or something in the 18s, during which there happened to be a war and I had the misfortune of being a soldier (though fortunately we were only moving, not going into battle), because I could only obtain it (or the location was only known, one of the two) a century and a half ago. Somehow I had the thing, and I managed to sneak off and bury it in a spot which just happened to somehow correspond with the dirt near a certain street corner I used to pass on the way to school. Actually, the war thing might be me mixing this up with a different dream because I was SURE of where I'd hidden it relative to the modern city and I can't think of a reason I would've, but I think they were the same. Anyways, the past dream resolves itself, and I have another dream set in present time, and I go to that corner to meet with the person who wants these mac-guffins, and impress him by digging up and handing him the second one, explaining how I did it. I don't really remember any more, but still—that's both unmasked tropage and meta-manipulation of dreams within dreams.

Some award-winning book about a boy and his raccoon, which surprisingly didn't die at the end. I think it escaped from a geodesic nudist swimming pool or something...

Sounds like what Rascal would be if Sterling North took hallucinogens when he was raising the titular raccoon.

As for weird dreams I've had, there are simply too many. To give you an example of the thoughts I've had run through my head, one dream involved Dr. Doofenschmirtz and Perry the Platypus duking it out in a car made of AquaDots in the middle of a racetrack, zooming past the outline of a dead body made out of ants climbing on a wall. Moreover it crossed over with Ben 10 and involved cancer. Lots of cancer. And also Gwen turned into Candace.

Another involved Jasmine and the cartoon version of Roll sitting around in the Sky Canyon level of Sonic Advance 2, accompanied by two midgets who could teleport and lived in a place that looked like a mouth.

Oddly, the more recent dreams of mine trade out plain randomness for generic "computer malfunction" plots. It's like, every time I use the computer in a dream, there's either a loud noise or it crashes in an oddball way. The most recent dream I've had that deviated from the basic formula was that "The Ben 10 cast meet the Flynns and everyone gets cancer" dream I mentioned above.

edited Tue, 23 Dec 2008 13:28:42 by Midna

Just last night I had a dream where I had died and gone to Heaven, and it turned out that everyone in Heaven is a shapely, blue-skinned hermaphrodite with Naughty Tentacles for hair. Everyone was naked, too, but it's not hard to understand why.

Now that's a religion I could get behind. /goes out, starts church/

I think I'd like to have that dream...

After binging on Heroes, Season 1, I dreamed of a Justice League / Heroes crossover, which somehow derailed into a Justice League Fix Fic. Details are a bit hazy, but I remember Superman hooked up with Claire somehow, and that the events of "A Better World" somehow alerted the superheroes to vague, shadowy portents of Armageddon (à la the prophecies of New York blowing up from Heroes, rather than the more direct threats that the JL usually dealt with).

Okay, last night is what the strangest and longest dream I've had in a while calls home.

First of all, it featured a Garfield Beanie Baby who ordinarily wears sunglasses, but in the dream wears regular glasses. I messed around with it for a while before it moved on to me starting to play a new Animal Crossing game (not City Folk), which featured Geno as a playable character, an oak tree-sized Whispy Woods with a trash can sitting next to him, a SM 64-esque perspective (think Wild World, but lower to the ground), and your character living on a farm owned by a squirrel that could transform into a cow at will. And you went to sleep in a barn.

Then I somehow got transported into the game and spent a few seconds wandering around the inside of the barn.

And then I got transported to my junior high, which was apparently in danger of a bomb threat. My dad knows where the culprit is, so me, my dad, an Ice Kirby named "Zatchy" (probably after the late great YouTube Poop-er), Splash Woman, Etna, some street-smart white kid that spouted Totally Radical slang every now and then, and a few other random people set out to the far end of the school parking lot to find this culprit and stop them.

Me, the street-smart kid, Splash Woman, and Zatchy are taking a different way than my dad, Etna, and the other people. Splash Woman seems to be ignoring me and Zatchy's too busy freezing anything he sees, so I strike up a conversation with the skater boy and we somehow wind up on the subject of Mega Man 9. Bones (which is what I'm going to call him for added convenience) is going all "Oh yeah, Mega Man 9 is awesome, dood! I like Concrete Man and Magma Man and Plug Man and..." and then I say "Hey, Splash Woman, how about we high-five!"

Pause, while Splash Woman doesn't give me high-five.

"Aww, no dice?"

At this point, the whole gang has reached a black SUV at the very end of the parking lot. The door opened automatically for us, and inside was... some fat lady and her hot teen daughter. (Oddly enough, the driver's seat is on the right side of the SUV, suggesting that it's from Britain.)

The fat lady is saying something when Zatchy jumps up and creates a small snowstorm around him, probably trying to freeze her. She picks up Zatchy, calls him something along the lines of a deviantART creation, and then gives it to her daughter who Marshmallow Hells him into her arm.

Meanwhile, my dad pushes the hot daughter out of the driver's seat which somehow moved to the left side and told everyone to get in the back and that he has a plan (for some reason, I started to sit under the fat lady before piling into the back). It's kinda crowded back there (kinda hard not to be when there are like 6 people in an SUV only designed to have four in the back), but I manage. I'm sitting next to Zatchy and and Etna.

My dad drives over to a road leading behind the school that's much closer to the establishment than it is in real life, and then says, "Okay, I think *my name* is asleep, let's go REALLY FAST!" Then he floors the SUV, and we shoot forward at about 20 times the speed limit (albeit in odd, sporadic bursts). And then we crash.

While my dad, me, Zatchy, Splash Woman, Bones, Etna, and the other guys survive, the fat lady and her daughter die. My dad steps out of the car and says "Mission accomplished".

(...I guess the fat lady was the one behind the bomb threat, but I can't help but shake the feeling she was innocent.)

edited Tue, 30 Dec 2008 09:38:16 by Midna

I'm a soldier in a weapons testing facility. My weapon is arbitrarily futuristic, a square blocky thing still fires bullets but is recoilless and has no conventional trigger. Instead I fire it by pushing a button on the side with my thumb. But it isn't the weapon that's being tested. My squadmates and I are up against genetically engineered supersoldiers and dudes in power armour against whom our hand weapons are useless. And they're using live ammo and shooting to kill. I grab an anti-tank weapon and use it, but the supersoldier I was aiming for just bends out of the way with superhuman flexibility.

All my squadmates are going to die, but not me. I'm special. I slither into the ground to escape, re-emerging in the ladies washroom of the facility. Flashing red lights go off. They know I've escaped, but I find a hiding place inside one of the women using the facilities. Security men barge in and search and harass my new host. I realise that they'll suspect if I keep control, so I let my host take over and react naturally with fear. They leave and the other two women there are talking about my host, one with hostile contempt, the other with a certain amount of sympathy. But their lips aren't moving. I'm reading their minds.

I'm starting to get a picture for what I really am. I'm a small telepathic protoplasmic blob that can move into human bodies and communicate with or control them. I'm the perfect spy. Our clothing has been messed up so we go to her locker and get an outside coat, which is extremely warm. That's good because I look out the window and see a raging blizzard. Perfect for making our escape.

edited Mon, 19 Jan 2009 10:41:11 by Nobodymuch

"but I find a hiding place inside one of the women using the facilities."

Best. Quote. Ever.

my weirdest dream was about wandering in an abandoned movie theater. i kept wandering until i came to one the rooms with a blank illuminated screen. suddenly for no apparent the screen shot me in the head. i was still alive even then, but as i was slowly flying backwards i heard a woman saying "oh dandy boy" in a sing-song kind of voice. if anyone knows what this all means please let me know, because i myself have no idea

Holy crap. I just had an incredibly epic dream. It just demands sharing. It sort of takes place in an distant epilogue (really its own dream that later got coopted into an epilogue for the later dream), then the first act of what I assume to be a three act story of epic proportions. Here's what the dream log:

Very, very impressive dream tonight. Started out as a mystery I was trying to survive, sort of morphed into a mystery I was trying to survive in the form of a point-and-click style adventure (minus the mouse pointer). First, though, there was something in a mostly abandoned city, which was about the size of a large building but one story and mostly empty. In fact, there was only anything at all at two ends; some unimportant buildings at the far end and at the other end a few shop-like-buildings labeled “Santa’s Workshop” with no person responding to that name in sight, which looked abandoned. However that guy was somewhere around, though I didn’t see him during the dream, and connecting the buildings was a tunnel disguised as cupboards where me and my sister (in the dream; didn’t do anything important) were hiding. From someone. However, after establishing that, the dream shot backwards in time, to how I got there, and it was awesome.

I found myself in a strange place, unsure of how I got there. After a little exploration I figured out that I was aboard an advanced spaceship of some kind. There were plenty of kids the same age as me (which, especially in the epilogue part, was considerably younger than my actual age) and some adults running the thing, but it was unclear what it was for—just transport, or a school, or what? It looked more like a mansion or something than a spaceship from the inside. At some point in the dream, forget when, I learned it was supposed to be making a three day trip to somewhere. I quickly realized that I shouldn’t be on here and drawing attention to my ignorance was a bad move. I found a room with a large table with nametags—apparently others were just arriving—and to my surprise there was one for me, which under my name said “To be delivered and then given to the witch” or something like that (only worded even more ominously), which indicated the people in charge had figured out I was here and didn’t like me. I knew I hadn’t just been thrown on here for punishment though. I intentionally ripped my tag such that that line wasn’t on it when I put it on my shirt. I didn’t think to read the other tags, or if I did they said nothing informative, but everyone had such a description. Anyways, wandering about I found my way to a library where several students were reading. I wanted to take the chance to learn more about the setting, but upon trying to enter the door it started beeping and attracted the librarian, who told me my card wasn’t working and offered to take a look at the files and fix it. I declined, to which she assumed that meant I’d left my card elsewhere and said I should go get it. I hurried away. I also found a room empty of people with a TV of sorts, but when I turned it on there was static and a red circle like some of the more exotic crosshair’s you’ll find in a videogame at the center of the screen, clearly tied to changing the channel in a way I couldn’t figure out. No buttons, no remote. Gave up.

Next thing I found, though, was important. On going to the stairs up to the dormitories, I found several big dogs hanging out there. One in particular made a point of delaying me. I am normally no get with dogs, this dream not being an exception, but still I tried to pet him and say “good dog” or some such, at which he revealed himself to be first a talking dog, then a mind reading dog. He started by repeating what I said or what I was about to say. Anyways, without daring to say it out loud, I asked him for help or advice or something. He warned me that he couldn’t directly help me without getting in trouble, but his brethren (which from the “epilogue” I knew to be normal dogs) could. He then started giving me some cryptic advice, cryptic presumably so others who overheard wouldn’t get it but it was nonsense to me too, but he sort of went into a rant at that point, shouting and attracting all sorts of attention. Also, by this point he’d sort of morphed, as dream-things do, into a man who identified himself as a dog. I only took in half of this advice, if that. Anyways, by now several adults had gathered at the bottom of the steps, and one came up and told me that the “dog” needed his medication, and took him away. As I came down, one of them, apparently a cleaning lady or something, addressed me. She said that she did not believe I was eligible for her services due to not having something or another of an identifier, and if I wanted to change that I should go see the management, and until then my laundry would not be cleaned. Only in all sorts of flowery, confusing terms. I asked her to repeat again “What, exactly, it is that I need to have my laundry done?” Her reply changed the perspective of everything that’d happened so far. With emphasis on each word, clearly dumbing it down for me, she replied: “One. Completed. Spell.”

After that, they dispersed and I was left alone on the stairs. It was about at this point that the dream had fully committed itself to being a point-and-click style adventure, as now I examined the “map” of the third level (which was where I spent most of my dream), then went up the steps to examine the map of the dormitory level (which included, I was interested to note, contained a room designated as belonging to that dog-guy, though I decided it was too early to bother him again) then went back down the stairs, and on my way back to the library area noticed two adults having a conversation who hadn’t been there before. I was about to walk over and listen in when I woke up.

There was also a really cool orchestral score that started up right before the revelation of what I “needed” aboard this ship and continued to become background music as I explored afterwards, but I’ve lost it by now. I think it was sort of similar to the theme from Dark Knight, as played in the very last scenes as Bruce volunteers to take the blame, but not quite the same. On further thought I managed to remember and place it; it's the "Adjanti Heartroom" song from The Spirit Engine 2 (google it) which plays while exploring hi-tech "ruins" and finding a "ghost" who reveals a ton of backstory. I should, for fairness sake, note that I am cropping a part where some entity outside a spaceship wanted to kill me in an entirely-sci-fi way as I ran through gunmetal gray corridors and grabbed conspicuous “More oxygen” powerups among empty oil-style barrels along the way, but that doesn’t really fit with the rest of the dream (Though it’s probably what established the spaceship part as being true). There was also some interaction with some of the other kids in the transition between the two with a strange, completely illogical rotating wall “door” that either blocked off one hallway or another depending on its position unless you kept pressing the button to keep it in its halfway point, but that doesn’t fit either. Both were quickly forgotten when the interesting part of the dream started even though the earlier one with the deserted place remained in my mind (I only even remembered them at all when typing the afterthought about the music). Anyways, the mystery part began with the room with nametags.

edited Thu, 22 Jan 2009 11:17:55 by Brickman

I've been writing down my dreams in a similar manner since sometime in 2006, mostly because some of them are so damn weird.

This is one from 2006:

In the dream, I was supposedly going to see a movie based on a book about a boy trying to find his horse...but when I saw the movie it had absolutely nothing to do with that except for it having the same boy...the movie had the boy fighting evil shadow things with his grandma, Sally, who turned into a military tank (with her head stuck on the front) whenever she sneezed ... ...and at one point a bunch of random kids in a hot tub started chanting "doo doo doo..." with hand puppets on...and after the movie I went to gym class in this HUGE gym that was like a stadium with no bleachers, and my gym teacher and my class took up about 1/20 of the gym, and they were doing what appeared to be aerobics with mops (they were all holding them and moving them back and forth)... ...and then I crawled to the end of the huge room, really slowly, and at the end my school secretary was there, with a box in front of her (sort of like a lemonade stand, as if she was selling something) and I told her "I don't want to be in this gym class" and she responded "Well, then, go to the room filled with cardboard!" as if it was the most obvious thing...and that's all I remember.

Woah. Yes, I seriously had that dream. I still laugh whenever I think of cardboard.

Furthermore, there was this one from later that year:

In the dream, there was this random teacher who is teaching a class inside a Chapters bookstore about how to throw up properly (for serious) and he suddenly starts barfing all over the floor. Then he gets all this random red paint on his hands and a pirate jumps into the room and stabs his hand, but he doesn't notice because his hands are covered in red paint! Then he starts freaking out and becomes a monster, and suddenly me in a yellow shirt, my best friend Nyktos in a red shirt, Vanessa (this random kid at my school who keeps appearing in my dreams...yeah) in an orange shirt, and one of my fictional green-haired cousins (I have a lot of dreams with fictional cousins) in a green shirt all jump out of nowhere and we're like "We've got to help him!" So we randomly slide down these plastic slides that correspond with our shirt colors, and then we fight him and the teacher wakes up from all that happened, so it was all the TEACHER's dream. Then me and Aya, my friend from summer camp, who is from Japan are walking through the store and talking...more happened but I don't remember.

And, in case you didn't think it could get any worse, there was this one from 08':

In the dream, a bunch of people (I was one of them, I don't know what the criteria to be chosen was, I was just...there) were chosen to go to this ad agency which apparently only consisted of one scruffy-looking artist guy (blonde and in his 20s about?) living in a massive mansion where all of the floors are connected by both staircases and fireman poles for some reason. His latest campaign was, apparently, called 'Toyatama' if I remember correctly. The strange thing was, despite the dream stating they were some kind of ripoff or parody of Pokemon and the Pokemon battle music showing up sometimes, the Toyatama creatures looked NOTHING like Pokemon whatsoever! Anyway, the Toyatama were actually strange, bug-eyed (and I mean massive, staring eyes),colorful stuffed animal looking things that wouldn't (or couldn't) blink, so they looked a little creepy. Some of them had long ears and tails, some had eyes all around their bodies...they were all different. The campaign apparently centred around these creatures supporting another Ad agency, called 'Ad Circuit'. They would hold up signs that said 'I support Ad Circuit' and the like. Then, in the commercials and posters using the Toyatama, they would always be destroyed in some way after they held up the sign. Often they were squashed or shot, but sometimes they were simply tossed offscreen or knocked down. I remember in the dream, when I was viewing the ads in an internet demo the artist guy was showing, I felt really disgusted and scared irl like it was a nightmare, it was really odd. Then the artist showed a promotional RPG where you had to kill the creatures (this is where the Pokemon music showed up). Finally, the artist revealed that the purpose of our visiting was to be in one of these Toyatama ads, so the artist handed us each one of these creatures in real life and told us to hurt them on camera. They were like stuffed animals, that sort of 2D pillowy kind that are sort of 'flat', except for the eyes, but they cried out for help in tiny little voices! And they all had fearful expressions permenantly on their faces, just like in the ads. The dream ended with me not wanting to hurt the blue, stubby-eared one I was given, so me and the artist tried to come up with some way to fake hurting it on camera.

I Am Not Making This Up pretty much sums up dreams, doesn't it?

~ Pirka

PS: Not to mention the dream I had recently about the Rocky Horror Picture Show characters talking about some guy named 'Travis' as if everyone should know who he is...er...

edited Sat, 24 Jan 2009 23:52:20 by Pirka

I had a dream that I had a dream that I was watching a movie called Space Wars where people were watching '80s movies (4 layers!) and playing '80s video games. After that, Space Wars continued with an appearence by Kermit the Frog, the Cookie Monster, and the giant asteroid-dwelling carnivore from The Empire Strikes Back. Then we saw Big Bird, living in a warehouse full of giant bags of bird seed. The protagonists (who were the people playing the video games) were then taken away in a car by a guy claiming to be from the "Kallikiri Institute" for the study of the paranormal, to investigate why all these monsters are walking around. We see in the distance Bigfoot on top of a radio communication tower.

After I stopped watching Space Wars, I somehow realized that I was dreaming and momentarily enjoyed flying and walking through walls, before I "woke up" a few seconds later. However, I didn't realize that I was actually still dreaming, and although I noticed some things out of the ordinary, my mind couldn't accept that I had been dreaming about dreaming. I then woke up for the second and final time... Or Is It?

Yes it is, or else you wouldn't be reading this now.

My dreams aren't always this tropey, just the ones I mention here.

I don't normally remember my dreams. So it's quite unusual that I can actually vaguely remember two dreams I've had recently.

In one of them, I remember I was running around a large, old-fashioned building looking for bleach (the cleaning product, not the anime). Then I panicked, when I realised that I'd forgotten my library card. I think that probably qualifies as a weird dream.

In the other, I was a lesbian.

the Toyatama dream

That's a keeper, there. People like us need to write these things down, because some of these are just too bizarre to lose.

edit: New dream! Heh, this one has pretty obvious meaning when I think about it, but the details… The meaning probably has a relation to the fact that I still haven’t gotten a chance to send the thank you card for the gift I got from my aunt during the holidays, not having any in the dorm and it taking forever to find time/a place to buy one, and was in fact going to stick it in the mail today. Guess this was just a very strange reminder. Or maybe I didn’t spend enough time with her when we visited. Anyways, said aunt is here for a visit. And by here I mean my house, not my dorm. Anyways, she decides that for “bonding”, she wants to teach me to/see me drive this ridiculously bad car over a scenic route. She insists the car can pick up all kinds of speed and “air” on a route like this, but every thing you could ever imagine that would make a car difficult to control was wrong with it and I’m pretty sure my brain invented at least three or four more, one of which was repeatedly referred to by name (not that I remember it). So I cannot do this. I end up somehow crashing into my neighbor’s car in the driveway (which is shared between the two houses), “somehow” because I manage to hit the side of their car with the side of mine, which would mean I was changing lanes from our front lawn to the driveway, even though I wasn’t. Anyways, all kinds of yelling ensued, I told her this was the stupidest idea I’d ever agreed to and we were in all kinds of trouble, and stormed inside. She later tried to convince me to try again anyways, but I refused. She then started coming up with similarly reckless bonding ideas I think. Anyways, next thing I remember was some sort of party in my high school gym. Or I should say that the mental association was that it was my high school gym; the gym was never that big and certainly didn’t have a rock climbing wall. The party was associated with a holiday I think. Anyways, there was a play that the younger kids were doing and my aunt was somehow associated with, and I make the effort to watch it, but it is so painful to watch that after one scene I go away, find a small, brightly lit room, and try to write a paper… on that play. This doesn’t work well; mostly I succeed in spreading everything from my backpack all over the room. I do this until my friends come in and tell me its over, at which point I rush back in to see the lights still on and the stage emptying, while elsewhere people are actually having fun. My aunt then approaches me. I’m afraid she’ll ask questions about the play, but instead she gives me a funny-looking device that can easily fit in my hand and tells me to wave it around and press some button at exactly midnight, then tell her if exactly 30 days from now “something” happens in this place. Doesn’t say what, sounds suspicious, but at this point it’s the least repellent way I’ve seen of capitulating her yet so I’m inclined to degree. My alarm clock rang to interrupt the dream just as I was stammering out something to the effect of “I won’t actually be here 30 days from now but I’ll hear about whatever it is for sure”. I also specifically remember that that would be January 31, despite the fact that the play was more like a thanksgiving production than a new year’s party thing. Anyways, dream ends there.

edited Mon, 26 Jan 2009 06:32:19 by Brickman

OK, I JUST had a good one. (And in some ways, really odd). It starts off on a plane and Ed and Rummy try to hijack it. Two other guys were also helping them (and apparently, they're just as ineffective as Ed and Rummy) but, of course, something goes wrong, and they end up with a pilotless plane (I think the pilot jumped out or something) that's about to crash. Ed gets in the pilot's seat, and tries to fly the plane, but he has no idea what he's doing. He begins to panic, but Rummy, still perfectly calm, tells him that he can just explain to him how to fly a plane. And after that is complete silence. An Overly Long Gag of complete silence. All while the plane is STILL falling from the sky! Finally, Rummy says, "Oh wait! You want me to explain it RIGHT NOW?"

After that, the perspective switches to some of the passengers on the plane, which, coincidentally, include Huey and Riley, each of them having their own sub-plot. Unfortunately, I can't remember Riley's sub-plot, but Huey is seated next to a teenager black girl with cornrows. Huey......appears to have some kind of crush on her. He keeps trying to talk to her but she keeps giving him Not Now, Bernard type responses. Finally, he decides to cut his hair and braid it into a cornrow so that she'd notice him. The results of his efforts...weren't pretty. And somehow, he got bubble gum stuck in his hair. But she DEFINITELY notices him now. After she gets done laughing, she does ask what happened, and Huey pretends that he doesn't know how his hair ended up like that.

After that, the dream changes scenes, and an ultra-racist white guy marches into Tom Dubois' restaurant (because for some reason, Tom owned a restaurant in my dream) and demands that Tom leaves town. Tom's wife is working there, and naturally, she gets into a heated argument with the guy. Uncle Ruckus, who is also working there, then steps in and this exchange happens:

• Ruckus: Oh yeah? Why don't YOU leave, then?
• Tom's wife: Thanks for having my back, Ruckus.
• (Ruckus grabs her back, pushes her out the door, and closes the door behind her.)
• Ruckus: Sorry about that, Mr. White Man. Continue.

Eventally, Tom tells the guy that maybe he WILL leave, apparently confident that almost everyone in town will BEG for him to come back. So Yeah. He starts packing, but I wake up before he leaves.

edited Mon, 26 Jan 2009 18:07:08 by Nexus

That sounds like s olid start for an episode or two.

Sorry mister white man!

That's a keeper, there. People like us need to write these things down, because some of these are just too bizarre to lose.

That dream was so 'wtf' I just had to write it down. So Yeah.

Nyktos once had a dream about Snakes On A Plane that had nothing to do with the aformentioned movie. It had something to do with Dragonball Z and an ending where everyone started laughing and then it zoomed out a la Magic School Bus...at least from what I remember from what he told me. He also had a dream where Barack Obama was a frog.

~ Pirka

Had a bizarre dream last night. We were all trapped inside, because there was some kind of horrible disaster iminent. The moon kept getting shifted around the sky (it was disturbing), and meteorites blazed across the red atmosphere. Everybody was filled with an overwhelming sense of despair, knowing that the world as we knew it was coming to an end, and we could only watch helplessly as extinction drew ever closer.

To keep us occupied and keep us calm, the government were broadcasting a quiz programme to every television in the country. The quiz was called "The Television Programme", and quizzed contestants - and viewers - on a variety of tropes, from Squick to Squee, and their use in various TV shows. I distinctly remember there was a very difficult question about Hollywood Tone-Deaf.

Probably the most terrifying dream I've had in years. It felt so real, and it was so vivid. I was quite relieved when I woke up.

edited Tue, 03 Feb 2009 00:22:53 by BobbyG

There was a vast infinite room, defined by a plane for the floor and a plane for the ceiling. Moving through the room you eventually come to see a woman - I wouldn't go as far to say covered - held a woman to thin long metal chains (they might have been thick wires) which were fastened to the ceiling imperceptibly. She was frightened to be in view and struggled impotently to escape.

Time cut.

It's many hours ago, long before shooting begins. The DP is setting up the lights to make the the walls of the set impossible to see without giving the light on the walls or ceiling any sense of direction, because that's what I - the director - want. The actress who is going to be tied up is wearing a bathrobe and complaining about she's uncomfortable getting nude around so many people. The set begins to be emptied. She apologizes to people as she sends them out, ending with a memorable sentence:

"And you [my easily guessed first name], you gotta leave. Time to wake up!"

And I woke up.

In my dreams, I'm usually me, but with some... extra stuff.

I'd say I'm a secret agent, except secret agents aren't normally allowed to throw hunks of plasma at mooks while they rescue scientists and their families from a Siberian laboratory (or alternately make out with one of the villains - seriously, why the hell is my subconscious stuck in the Silver Age? I didn't grow up during the Cold War!). The powers sometimes work and sometimes don't, making me wonder if there's some kind of Kryptonite Factor at work that I don't know about.

I can also throw shuriken pretty fast and accurately, and make weapons not hit me somehow, but I have to say that I miss levitation the most when I'm awake. I remember one time I woke up after a dream so plain and ordinary (aside from the levitating/Super-Parkour) that I was certain it was real. And then I realized that my pillow was wet, because I'd been so happy that I'd cried.

edited Tue, 10 Feb 2009 21:01:45 by FurikoMaru

I had three good ones last night, which is a real treat, but although I woke up after each and made an effort to remember the details before falling back asleep, I can't remember a single thing about the second. Not even vaguely. Fortunately, the first was the best of the bunch:

First dream: I’m sort of unclear on the setup, but a whole bunch of people, including me, are going into this… place. Anyways, there’s ten floors to it, but after exploring the first two we find the elevator leading all the way up. At the top we solve some puzzle Zelda-style and release or awaken or attract the attention of (I’m leaning more towards release) some fairiy-things. These things look at a glance like little floating balls of yellow/golden light, and while I remember that looking closer they were breathtakingly beautiful, I don’t actually know what they looked like up close (call it an Informed Ability). Anyways, I get the impression, which most of the others seem to miss, that they don’t like us. One of the fairies, apparently with some authority, singles me and my sister (for once my actual sister appears in this dream, exactly as she is in real life) out and gives us a quest. He tells us to return to the bottom of the place and find the golden egg somewhere on the first or second level, which will react to the warmth of our touch by hatching. We must then keep the thing which hatches firmly within our cupped hands for the entire time between then and when we can present it upstairs, to preserve its heat (and possibly, though I’m not sure on this, to preserve some fluid which was also in the egg, which makes more sense since that, unlike heat, does imply “Screw up for a second and it’s gone”, which was the case). We are warned that not doing so would be a very bad thing. Since that obviously consumes two hands, it’s a good thing there’s two of us. We go down the elevator. Now, we have a map of this place with features marked, and I’ve explored almost the entirety of the first floor without seeing whatever this is but didn’t set foot on the second, so after we decide against splitting up to find it I suggest looking there, only for her to point out on the map that the one feature on the first floor I haven’t seen myself is the one we’re looking for—A golden flagpole with the egg resting at the top. Yay. Now, there’s something about going to the second floor and finding a young one of the fairy-things that somehow got left behind (now human-toddler size), holding him up and letting HIM touch the egg to hatch it, but on the other hand he suddenly disappears from the dream after doing so and there’s no reason that should have helped the height problem. Anyways, one way or another, I end up with the egg hatching in my hands. We return to the elevator, and try to go back up… but it only gets us to floor three for some reason, and we KNOW that while climbing manually is possible, the floors all have progressively more nasty monsters on them in true videogame style, and I can’t even use my hands. Instead we decide to wait until they fix the elevator, quest be damned, because our chances of success not waiting are pathetic and at least this way us and the hatchling don’t die. It takes until morning, but at some point in the interim my vigilant grip on the thing slips.

Now, for some reason at this point the spacious tenth floor is replaced with the second floor of my house, which is basically a hallway with two bedrooms and a bathroom attached. More jarring, we are told to present ourselves to the emporer, whose throne room is… the bathroom, of course. Slightly bigger and he’s not sitting on it, but still. Anyways, the emperor looks like an old sickly human but with a tail and a ridge of vestigial spikes coming out of his back. Not a good sign, as the baby looks like that too, but with discolored skin around both additions. As humbly as possible I begin trying to explain what happened. He doesn’t remember having a hand in telling us to do this but does remember the ritual when I try to explain it. I try to stumble through explaining why we failed, while my sister stands to the side looking embarrassed, and… about then I wake up.

Third dream was a mover. First thing I remember is my mom dropping me off, presumably on the way to high school, directly on the wrong side of my old elementary school and making me walk the rest of the way. Despite all logic, I cut through the school to save time, which earns me some weird looks and one or two “what are you doing here”s as school’s already started for them. Anyways, from there I practically run the rest of the way with unexplained quasi-superspeed, only to see… the school on fire, and not one not two but three monuments, two of them native to France and none of them belonging in my home town, exploding/collapsing right next to it, scaring the crap out of everyone. I try to get as far away from any buildings as possible before the crowd reaches me. Anyways, someone’s trying to rally a group into going back for people trapped inside. The responses go like this: Some Girl: “Someone besides me can do it.” Me: “I’ll do it.” Girl: “I’ll do it too.” As soon as I volunteered people realized it was ok to volunteer or something and a bunch did. Anyways, our group somehow got underground and tried to approach the school via basement. We got all the way to the steps before I realized and pointed out that we had no safety equipment and thus no business going back in there, and almost on cue some firemen ran past and shouted the same at us.

So we wandered off and found the basement to be… implausibly huge and nicely maintained. And it included a shopping mall. Or connected to the basement of one, anyways. Nothing better to do, we went in. By now, the group had been replaced via dream-logic with my entire nuclear family and no one else. So we go in, and walk around a bit, but then some security guards yell at us that we’re still supposed to be somewhere else that’s acting as backup school and we’re in biiiiig trouble. We insist we have a good excuse, except my dad, who says don’t bother arguing with those guys, they have no authority to listen, wait for the actual cops. Long story short, the actual cops come and take him and mom away, to his angry protestations. Anyways, I notice that my little sisters (who are twins and are eight years old, and not the sister from the previous dream—I have three) are having a competition to see who can drink more alcohol, but do nothing about it. We find a hotel room in the mall and I go to rest, and am woken up by banging on the door and notice the twins still drinking. The door is bashed open by two women who insist the twins owe them money for their drug problems, to be paid… in the form of sacrificed livers (which explains the drinking, but raises so many more questions that the mind boggles, not the least of which being how these are priced). The twins are only able to present $1000 worth of the $5000 they owe. They are offered one day extra to scrounge up the remainder out of the “kindness of the dealers’ hearts”. That’s about the last thing I remember from that dream. Oh, and for some reason in this dream one but not both of the twins had a weird skin condition that just made her look odd, and we kept referring to them being gnomes.