Weird dreams

I dreamed I was playing Tomodachi Life, and the news event of the day was a freak storm. After the report, there was a short cutscene where all of the miis gathered in the apartment lobby to make sure everyone was alright. Then one ^* Default Mii ran in out of breath to announce that two others ^* Rusty Slugger and The Player were dead.

I probably would have laughed and/or gotten frustrated by the Mood Whiplash if it wasn't for the fact that Rusty was already married in-game. I checked up on his wife ^* Besca, from my own works when normal gameplay resumed afterwards. Normally, when miis are upset, they have a blue "sadness meter" that gets cured with Retail Therapy. That poor girl had a black meter that wouldn't go down, and she just kept pleading to be left alone.

I woke up crying.

I and some other people were stuck on the last train home of the night, so we started filming a music video for Plan 9 From Outer Space. At one point, I had to kill a professor with my bare hands, because he was actually an alien. Later, this became also a music video for "Miracles", by Insane Clown Posse.

My dad's favorite pen had broken so my mom had gone to the office supply store to get a replacement and I went with her because I needed some dumb thing like post-its or something.

Anyway she ends up purchasing an entire cartful of assorted pens for him so he can pick one he likes. Mostly ballpoint and roller ball, and a lot of them were vivid colors instead of the black one he had. I think I ended up with one of the packages because it promised "assorted bright colors and two bonus gold pens" which I decided I needed for some reason. Then I went to take a bubble bath and told my parents not to get mad at me for having water running, which in reality would never happen (them getting upset over me running water, not me taking a bubble bath; I quite enjoy bubble baths).

I dreamt that I was at a mall with a few non troper friends, and we met up with Tomato Fairy and Baffle Blend. We all went to a movie and walked around town afterwards.

I had one where I was in Aliens but instead of LV-426 we were in my house, and after I killed them all my dad said somebody was at another hive (I know he said someone specifically, but I can't remember who), and it was up to me whether I went after him myself (with no guarantee that he was still alive) or bug out to orbit.

Really unusual dream last night.

I was at a summer camp with many kids (a number of them were friends who I rarely see anymore) and we were heading home. Reggie Fils-Aime to was driving the bus and he told us that we were going to make a few stops along the way. The stops proved life threatening at times, such as stopping by a and going into a building that was about to be blown up, and somehow getting on a cruiseship that was sinking. The only stop that didn't put our lives at risk was at a beach were we found a bunch of baby turtles. As we were nearing my hometown, someone suggestedthat Reggie was trying to get us all killed on purpose. The bus suddenly screeched to a halt, and everyone was confused until Reggie started laughing in a really creepy way.

Reggie pulled off his mask and showed us that he was really the pastor of the church who had set up the camp, and he was really an Ax-Crazy psychopath bent on making sure many of us never made it home. He ran off the bus and stopped traffic on the road, shooting anyone who didn't stop or tried to stop him with a machine gun. He killed all the leaders and left us kids on the bus, and was ready to blow all of us up. He started in the front and shot the kid beside me because he lied when the crazy man asked him what his name was. I was next, and he asked me my name. I nervously answered with my real name and he didn't shoot me.

Then, a strange young woman, who I'm told is the goofiest and ditziest person we've ever known and wore strange multi colored clothes and large pink glovessuddenly leaves the bus and runs up to the madman and expresses her love for him and wants to join him. He is all for it, and the woman reaches up to stroke his face...and shoots him right in the head with the pistol she was hiding in one of her gloves. The madman staggered into the bus and hit the floor righ in front of me muttering "How did she bloody do that??" as he died. We all cheer and the woman offers to take us home with her.

An epilogue started, where I sat in the woman's living room with some of my friends and discussed things now. The church was working on getting a new pastor, for one thing. The woman, who was actually my aunt in disguise, knew that the old pastor was really a madman the whole time and had been trying to expose him this whole time. After a bit, the other kids admitted that though they thought I was very weird, they secretly thought that I was very cool because of it. We all had a group hug and my aunt took a group photo of us. The end.

Wow. That dream seemed like a Drama Bomb Finale for some sitcom. Pretty interesting. (The Lego episode of the Simpsons was also in a dream I had before this one the same night.)

I was working on an image on Pixlr (Lip in some kind of gothic outfit) when my computer froze, and eventually displayed a Macintosh-style (black and white, except blue and lighter blue) dialogue box announcing that it was "UNABLE TO DIE".

I was contestant on some sort of faux-game show where players had to answer trivia questions or be given mild electrical shocks.

The location this took place in was very inconsistent. First it appeared to be in a pub somewhere in Paper Mario's Toad Town, then in a tall dark room that reminded me heavily of President Business's Think Tank, then in a smaller round white room resembling the front hall of a museum.

I didn't think it was possible to actually have one of those dreams where you go to school naked. But clichéd as it is, I did.

I once had several dreams within the span of two weeks where I was at church naked. Hilarity Ensued every time.

I had a very interesting dream this morning (and it's always the dreams I have in the morning that I remember, where I'm in some weird state where I'm awake enough to have a vivid dream and remember it, but asleep enough to have the dream in the first place)

Anyway, some kind of Batman-like vigilante (not dressed like Batman, but having his type of role) was the main character of this one. But he/she (the person's sex kept changing, this being a dream and all, but started out female and was usually male) didn't have a name.

So our hero (that's what I'll call her/him) was exploring some kind of building looking for... something. Some kind of criminal operation. Our hero (who at this point in the dream was female) had heard that something terrible, some kind of forced labor, was going on underneath this one building, so she/he entered an elevator and hit "Lobby", which caused the elevator to fall rapidly, ending up in a hidden underground lair.

And there were the bad guys. Lots of them. They had a bunch of kids they were forcing to work for them somehow, like slaves. Our hero couldn't take them all on at once. He/she tried to, starting a fight, but eventually started to be suppressed with gunfire. Most of the kids, meanwhile, scattered, except one.

Our hero pulled out a smartphone and summoned their car, and the car itself turned itself on, drove itself to the area, and somehow managed to reach it (how? It's underground, right?). Our hero got it and somehow managed to reach the one kid who hadn't escaped, and rescued that one kid, and then drove off back to base. I keep saying "that one kid", because guess what? Just like the hero, the kid kept changing from female to male (and was usually male).

Back at base, our Batman-like hero told the kid that she (before the kid changed to a boy, thanks to dream randomness) was safe, and that our hero (who at this point was now male) would go back and fight off all the bad guys and give them what they deserved.

For whatever reason, our hero later drove into the criminal's base, with the kid in the car (yeah, that makes sense), and the car itself began to shoot and shoot all the bad guys and hit them all. The bad guys attempted covering fire, hiding behind small brick walls (which they conveniently had in their base for some reason) and tried to stop our hero, but the car's aim was automatic and perfect, and every time any bad guy poked their head or hand out into view of the car, they were immediately shot dead. The dream then paused the action to include a narrator (!!!) explaining that the car had the ability to shoot with perfect aim and actually explained how even the tiniest bit of poking out of cover would result in a hail of gunfire coming from the car immediately at the target. The narrator also explained that our hero had collected massive amounts of ammunition from previous raids (and the dream showed all the ammunition stored in a room at the hero's high-rise home) and that as a result, the car was stocked up to the gills with thousands of bullets, and our hero had tons and tons more at home for refilling the car.

It was a strange dream with its share of randomness (why couldn't it make up its mind what sex the main character or the rescued kid was? Why did it suddenly have a narrator? What kind of Batman-like vigilante decides to take a rescued kid along for the ride instead of leaving them safe at home? And did I mention it was actually out of chronological order, and the scene explaining where the rescued kid came from only appeared after the hail of gunfire part, followed by it resetting from the beginning?).

edited 28th Jun '14 12:14:55 PM by BonsaiForest

I had a dream that Pew Die Pie and Marzia gave me a demonstration of... Doin' it... O_o

Ever had a sense of deja vu when dreaming, like you've felt like you had the dream before?

When I was twelve or thirteen I had an odd nightmare that game hunters were after me and chasing me around a church and I couldn't figure out why until I happened to pass a mirror and saw that I was a fox. "No wonder they're after me!" I muttered. I was then shot and I woke up.

The deja vu?

Last night, I was at the same church and everyone wouldn't stop staring/getting mad at me and eventually they made me leave. I was confused as to why they made me leave until I looked in a window and saw that I was a Delphox. "Well that makes sense." I decided before waking up not long after.

Still having dreams about failing college months after the last time it actually happened. :/

I'm sorry to hear that. It sounds legitimately traumatic.

Ugh. I got the double discrimination treatment...

I (am black) and a coworker (who is white) were attempting to watch A Million Ways To Die In The West with one black and one white friend of his. This theater was racist though, and would only allow black patrons if they were wealthy and could flaunt that. So, our white friends had given us their watches and stuff to get in. I was obstinant and took it off before the movie started, but the ushers tried to turn the crowd into a lynch mob, and chased some of the black people out. Using parkour skills, I climbed behind and on top of this theater, where I found speakers that made me realize the patrons were being forced and manipulated into seeming racist.

I turned around, and there I was in the movie itself. It was an old western town, managed by two older white brothers, but with all the work being done by a physically damaged bald black man. A flashback showed that Wilbur Wright was one of those brothers, who had 'discovered' the town that I, the black man, was living in. We attempted to build up the town, together. We realized a hidden deep embedded Nazi encampment was near our town, so we began to lay a hidden zigzag railroad in case our town was taken over, so the Union could have a secret supply line. As we got almost within sight of the Nazi group's officers, we hid in a line of port-a-potties (which didn't yet have the dug holes, so they were basically just enclosed plastic hiding places. Unfortunately, something caused Wilbur to move around, which kept tipping us over. We finally landed up with his on top of mine, and an empty one on top of his. His door opened, and the Nazis found him and take him away.

Some time passes, and he reluctantly leads them back to my hiding place. The sorrow and brainwashing is clear on his face as he turns me over to them. They have a female division of concentration camp employees try to break me and make me more like them. I try to fight my way out, but their is no escape, and they give me three chemical baths to bleach my skin, lose all my hair, and bruise me to look more like them.

I woke midway through the third bath feeling the chemical burns, as it was just too painful to keep dreaming.

edited 2nd Jul '14 4:22:43 AM by wanderlustwarrior

Yeesh.

Fever dream because migraine. Dreamed that I was reading NASA Watch at night, and that's it. It's weird because nothing happened, which is very unusual for my dreams.

I had a short dream last night where I was on a cruise with some friends on a small lake in some mountains. (On one of those enormous cruise ships, mind you. It took up a third of the lake.) Then a storm came up and washed one of my friends off the boat (he lived, though) and the ship was thrown all over the place before being thrown into a huge brick wall that suddenly appeared and exploding. Said friend who was washed away was made king of the Appalachian Mountains shortly thereafter for no apparent reason.

Alrighty then....

x5 At least you're not having dreams about having to retake the first grade after graduating college. I'm surprised by how often these crop up.

Awaken into a brief mental breakdown this morning before going back to sleep.

I dreamed about going back to school. Which is alright, because I was slated to go to school today (but it was canceled). In this dream I actually skipped school to watch a live broadcast of a rocket launch. Not just any rocket launch, but a heavy manned rocket launch aimed at the moon. You can see where this is going. It successfully landed on the moon. Then I ran to the school and screamed. Holy shit, they did it again! NASA did it again!

Then I woke up to the ringtone of "Okay. I'm going to step off the LM now". Smart choice for an alarm. I was depressed for the next ten minutes before went back to sleep to...taking history notes, for example.

Had a few somewhat mundane but still a little bit weird dreams last night, er, this morning:

First One (That I remember the most of): I was hanging out with my folks and we drove to visit a new bookstore that had recently opened. We go in there and most of the dream just consisted of us running around reading whatever we could pick up. After a bit, I had to go to the bathroom and I told my mom that I was going to run over to the toilet real quick. For some reason, she refused to let me even go out of her sight, and made me stay in a corner where all the kids books were.

I decided that the only way to get to the bathroom was by disguising myself as someone else (which was possible because in this dream, I was apparently secretly Mystique.) I wound up transforming into a Feraligatr and tried to reach the bathroom, but I no longer had to go for some reason. (No one took notice of the six-foot tall blue alligator that had suddenly appeared.) I went back over and found some kittens playing in the bookshelves. They belonged to the owner, whose cat had just had kittens, and it was their bathtime. They took them to the bathtub, cleaned them up, and then put them in the toilet when they were done. I then realized that I had to go again and turned into a Lucario and ran for another toilet, only to be stopped by someone who told me that Pokemon never have to relieve themselves as they lack the organs to so. Ok...I was getting weirded out and woke up.

Other dreams included a massive wedge tornado passing by my house (again), and me in a TV show about the fully evolved Hoenn starters (Blaziken, Swampert, and Sceptile).

In the latter dream, which was a lot weirder than the other two, I (who was the Sceptile) witnessed a bad guy (It might have been Cyrus, I'm not sure) kidnap our trainer (May) and escape into a world made of cooked ground beef contained in a small glass jar and I was the only one allowed to rescue her. I entered the beef world by "skidooing" into it...and I woke up. Darn it.

edited 5th Jul '14 8:27:08 AM by kablammin45

I had a couple of extremely vivid and slightly disturbing dreams this weekend.

I dreamed I was fighting one of the Fallen (yeah, those guys) who was trying to enslave people using sex magic. Uriel (yea, that Uriel) was lending a hand by giving me weird powers but couldn't intervene directly.

The Fallen escaped, taking a child of somebody who seemed to be there with me as a hostage and I chased them into some kind of dungeon or crypt in a state of near uncontrollable rage and fear.

It was all rather Harry Dresden-y.

The next night I dreamed that I was some sort of composite character of Holmes and Watson as portrayed in Sherlock and I was lurking around outside a dilapitated castle, trying to find my way in to an underground chamber where some terrible crime was being committed by forces darker than any mere criminal gang.

Both dreams had a strange, urgent feeling of reality about them and left me more than a little weirded out. Perhaps I should have investigated the cellar of Knebworth House while I was there?

I have a recurring dream that I go down this back road about a mile from my house and find all sorts of things I've never seen before. (Said road has only ever had a bunch of houses, a road commisison garage, and a small KOA campground down at the very end.) The other night, I had a dream that there was a Family Dollar store at one end of the road, and that the KOA at the other end had expanded with a Super 8 motel (still using the old logo), and a bunch of fast foods including a Papa John's pizza, except it was called "Papiano's" instead. (There used to be, in Real Life, a Papa John's in Lansing that operated as Papiano's because a local restaurant was already using the name "Papa John's".) I bought some cat food at the Family Dollar, but it was expired, and they told me that they got most of their stock from another store that was going out of business, so maybe I should mail it back to them instead.

Mostly copy+pasted from my Reddit post on the same subject:

In my dream last night, my POV character was apparently some kind of spirit entity spawned from Sauron's One Ring after it was destroyed, and/or the descendant of some ancient and noble dragon clan. He usually looked like a cool guy in a shiny green cloak, but he could also turn himself into a green dragon. He was on some sort of fantasy adventure, accompanied by a sorceress wearing purple clothing, some kind of cool necromancer/warlock guy, and a small gnome or talking animal mascot or something (I never got a clear idea of what exactly it looked like). At one point they stopped in some kind of building with some other people. Apparently it was of some importance that my character's identity was kept secret (it was known to his group, but that's all). But one of the people in the building, a small red-haired woman with a brown hoodie (she looked a bit like Ygritte from Game of Thrones◊), implied that she was also one of these dragon shapeshifter people, and knew that my character was. Later on, the group encountered a sorceress with black hair and a sort of oriental costume, whose powers seemed to revolve around making things grow in size. She made some sort of golden Buddha statue grow, and the group had to run away from it to avoid being crushed. She also made some sort of tiny Noah's Ark model grow to act as a barrier to slow the group's escape. Later, she made herself grow to giant size, and my character changed to his dragon form, and they had a fight using broken pieces of wood like quarterstaves, complete with staff-twirling and other action movie tropes.

A friend of mine had gotten engaged, my college had been converted into some kind of museum or shopping mall, and Masahiro Sakurai came to my house. I asked him if he would put Lip in the next Smash Bros. game. He said he'd think about it.