Weird dreams

My dream last night was probably the most normal dream I've had in a while. And even it was pretty weird...

I was lying in bed at night... yet I was somehow also working on a Word document. I didn't have my laptop in bed with me. Maybe I was psychically controlling it or something? Anyway, I kept getting attacked by this snake that would crawl out from under the mattress and bite me. Apparently it wasn't venomous, since I didn't die , but it still scared me every time. Eventually, I just grabbed it by the throat and threw it out the window.

That morning, I had to drive somewhere - on a scooter. Fortunately, everyone else on the road were people around my age, also riding non-motorized vehicles like scooters and bikes. Suddenly, we heard an ambulance siren, and we all pulled over. The "ambulance" turned out to be two enormous trucks that clearly weren't ambulances at all.

From that point on, a bunch of other people started using the same trick to get us out of their way (Apparently in this dream, you either drove a bike or scooter, or a truck the size of a house. There's no in-between. )

I hadn't gotten far from my house when I decided to turn around because I had left something important at home. It's worth noting that the whole time I had been driving, I was carrying my favorite pillow (one with a picture of a fox embroidered on it) with me.

But when I tried to find my way home, I turned onto the wrong street and got lost in this unfamiliar neighborhood. The funny thing is, I have been lost in this neighborhood multiple times in other dreams, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't even exist. It's literally shady, as there are a lot of trees blocking out the sunlight, and long, twisty roads with no street signs.

I don't remember if I got out of that neighborhood or not.

I dreamed about a secret agent brachiosaurus. It was the most conspicuous thing ever.

Last night I had one of the most legendary dreams of my life.

I dreamed I was rafting down a river in some kind of jungle, when suddenly, a giant eel-like swamp monster came out of the swamp and attacked me! But then, I noticed that the monster had a lot of hard rock memorabilia (don't ask me how I noticed this—I don't remember "seeing" anything but the monster itself) and thought, "Hmm, I bet I can appease it by playing a legendary rock ballad."

So I grabbed a guitar, which I suddenly had, and started strumming. To my surprise, I knew how to play a pretty epic rock song called "Victory," which I'm pretty sure isn't any real song. I can still hum a little bit of it, which is amazing, because in real life I'm so staggeringly bad at music that I can't even imagine an original tune.

So I kept playing, and the monster started swaying back and forth like a charmed snake. And as I played, the jungle gradually transformed into a concert venue. Like, the power of my rock was actually changing reality. There was lots of light and dry ice and stuff. I was onstage, and the monster was the only "person" in the audience, but he was getting really into it.

Over time, I started acquiring band mates: Princess Peach (vocals), Aku (drums), Futaba Sakura (bass) and King Dedede (keyboard). By this point I was having the time of my motherfuckin' life. And once my magical rock might had summoned all of my band mates, a little "mini-game" appeared inside my head. I had a menu of various cool rock star moves, and had to select which ones my band mates and I would perform and when, so as to fully enhance the concert experience.

And all the while the giant eel monster (which was green with purple spots, by the way, had a mouth like an alligator and fin-like ears) was moving and shaking in rock n' roll ecstasy.

Unfortunately, at this point, I got a loud text and woke up. But like I said... I can still hum the song.

My dream was almost all set on the internet. I was reading "Meet the Tropers: Newbie Thread/Introductions" and someone was named something like "billpotts289". Bacon (and possibly Anza) greeted them, in a way that sort of implied they were Doctor Who fans.

I also went to the LittleBigPlanet Wiki, where one of the other admins (a specific one) had put together a blog post one why the PSP game was horrible. For some reason, they said that F. Murray Abraham (of all people) was the game's lead developer, and also confirmed one of my WMGs for the game. There was also a vandal moving pages to joke titles. Weird.

I also went to a supposedly British-themed sandwich shop, with weird cavernous ovens. What they cooked turned out to be beef jerky on flatbread with melted cheese and fried rice.

I dreamt about a weird mini figure of Slenderman that only moves when you blink. Apparently I was so terrified of the figure that I ran away from it. I went to somewhere else where I met my classmates but the figure followed me. We stopped it but it started moving again after we blinked. We went to my hometown and the figure still moves even if we were in a crowd. Then we entered a school with a long hallway of students and it followed us there. We stopped it by putting it in a shelf with a red plastic bag and it disappeared. Then we had a meeting and I could remember that I was blinking rapidly to check if the Slenderman figure is still there.

The dream cuts to a tf2 mod about Half Life 1. The mod replaces the tf2 mercs with Half Life 1 aliens. I chose an alien with the Hornet Gun and spawned in a Minecraft-like building with wooden planks at night time. I exited spawn and found another building like the spawn area but this time it is blue. I fired a hornet and I hit an enemy. I died from something and I saw two same buildings which are the spawn areas.

I then woke up from my alarm telling me it is 4:30 AM.

Last night: I dreamed that I was watching a very strange awards show. I don't even know what the award was called, only that it was apparently for TV shows and movies. There were only few things that happened in it that really stuck out in my mind:

• They gave an award to a movie that starred Seth Green as some dude who wound up falling in love with and marrying an alien woman. They showed clips from it, and it looked terrible. There was too much bawdy humor in it. (I remember there was a running "gag" involving an alien friend of the fiance's constantly telling Seth's character and the alien woman to have sex at every opportunity, even during their wedding.
• Immediately after that, they revealed that Seth was actually the long-lost fourth Warner sibling, named (I think) Gakko or something like that. They explained how this could be in a really convoluted story that I think involved Seth/Gakko running away shortly after the Warners' conception and disguising himself as a human all this time. Yakko, Wakko, and Dot themselves were every bit as confused as everyone else. (Seth/Gakko's true form was more or less a twin of Wakko, except with an oversized green sweatshirt and no hat.)
• Then after that was all over, they prepared to give an award to a Peanuts special. However, when they announced that the special had won the award, the person who was supposed to accept it didn't show up. What resulted was everyone on stage just standing awkwardly as they waited for this person to show up (rather than having someone else accept it). When the person still didn't show up, the hosts began idly conversing among themselves and playing music videos on the big screens to entertain the audience. The show went into commercial about five times over the course of ten minutes. Finally, it seemed that the whole show got cancelled because this one guy didn't show up, because after the fifth commercial break, the TV simply started showing a (different) Peanuts special. I think at that point, I woke up or the dream changed to something else.

My dream last night was an episode of Phineas and Ferb (note that I haven't watched that show in years) where Regular Show creator J.G. Quintel made a guest appearance. In the episode, he came to Phineas and Ferb's house, and Ferb became convinced that Quintel was trying to Kill and Replace him. I don't remember how it ended.

Edited by DrNoPuma on Aug 11th 2019 at 3:08:52 PM

I have a lot of dreams where I'm a Senior Starship Captain. I don't have access to FTL sensors in some of the dreams.

In a recent one I'm in command of an obselescent battlship that was pulled out of reserve and we're taking on an enemy battleship.

The fire control computer was broken so we were doing it manually. We had five resonance cannons that could hit and seriously damage something 60 light-seconds away.

We were about a minute behind with what we saw and had to manually figure out about where the enemy battleship would be roughly a minute after we fired.

Our first broadside bracketed it and one of the shots went through a gap in the armour, reached a magazine, and then caused a magazine explosion.

There weren't any survivors.

Last night: I remember rummaging through my grandparents' attic, finding all sorts of stuff. After that, I went downstairs, and met my father, who for some reason had a replacement heart made of crystal. This crystal heart was already cracking and would eventually shatter, after which he would have only hours to live. I remember saying my goodbyes to him and hugging him really long, and then going off crying.

For some reason, I ended up in a tavern, where I was challenged to a game of Gwent by a shifty-looking guy in the corner table. His Northern Realms deck against my Skellige deck (exactly like the one I mostly use when playing Gwent IRL). However, I had to shuffle my deck first, and it took so long that the shifty guy got bored and left.

Then I started challenging other people around the tavern. I remember asking this bulgy-eyed, Jason and the Argonauts-style skeleton who was too busy serving drinks, this rich-looking Valley Girl who looked incredibly out of place in the tavern and understandably didn't even know what Gwent was (aside from the name of a store in the local mall. I remember having walked past the store on my way there, and I had tried to start a discussion with the shifty guy about if the store actually sold Gwent cards or not, and if this would make competition difficult for the traditional troll merchants. Regardless, the Valley Girl was actually interested, and went off to buy some Gwent cards from said store. Fitting, given that Gwent is Serious Business in the source material and pretty much everyone important plays it) and ultimately I ended up playing against a giant humanoid carrion beetle who spoke in a high-pitched Scottish accent and played a Monster deck in Gwent. The last thing I remember about my dream is calling the bugger out for being stereotypical for using a Monster deck.

edited 7th Jul '17 11:42:33 PM by ArilouLaLeeLay

1. Super Mario 64 with online multiplayer! And lassos. You only learn how to use them after beating Bowser in the Fire Sea. It was the awkward combination of pressing the control stick on way and the C-stick the other way ^note ...but the N64 control doesn't even have a C-stick. One of the other players had a skin like Metal Mario and voice chat. She also revealed herself to be one of the people I know on Pokemon Showdown.
2. What seemed to be Splatoon except you had to buy the ammunition, physically, yourself. I had a peripheral which was basically an 8-barreled paintball shotgun. I ran out of ammo during a boss fight with a... dragon thingy. Lucky I had backup.
   This one diverged into a different one which seemed to be a crossover with Mario Kart and Finding Nemo under the name of "Splatoon 3". The setting seemed to be a gigantic version of my garden, except with an equally massive, multi-directional water slide. Said water slide was untested, but a young inkling girl^note  possibly a younger version of the playable one from Mario Kart 8 Deluxe tried it out anyway. Sure enough, it was unsafe. So I had to strap into some sort of kart myself (I was in the back seat: it seemed to be more like a Double Dash kart). I did tricks as I was going off ledges in the slide, which the driver, who was possibly a clone of myself, questioned. There were weak areas in the fence around my garden, and we could break them by speeding into them. But if we didn't do it without a Super Star, it hurt. The dream cut out after we sped through about 7 of those fences.

Ugh. Three things in one night.

The first was about getting to the geek pub I frequent. However, the subway station and tram stop I use to get there kinda rolled into one, and I remember climbing on top of a roof over the tracks and getting my hand harmlessly stuck on the overhead line.

The second was a scene from Dark Matter, with Two and Three running to shut down an air defense station manned by two mooks in order to stop them from shooting down either Raza or Marauder (since there was Six's voice, I think it was the latter). Three ran and jumped on a slanted piece of fortification, jumped over to the massive defense station computer (think retro sci-fi computers, big boxes with tape decks and small monitors) and stomped the mook's face into the console.

The third was some racing event in Warsaw. It was supposed to start later in the day and there were crowds of people waiting to see it. Then it started raining and someone said the event starts in six hours, so I wanted to go home. Sadly, I ended up in an unfamiliar part of town, took a bus that was a rickety commie-era van converted into a microbus, ended up in an area full of low-rent apartment towers and found a $15 shower gel on the sidewalk (the price tag said $15, which is ridiculously expensive, even over here, but it had some famous brand name).

First, I was at a swim meet. I had to swim a really long race. I lost, badly. Not surprising, since I haven't swum competitively since high school and rarely swim laps anymore. I didn't really care that I lost, I was just glad to be done.

Then, I was at Cedar Point with my daughter. She was small enough to carry, and small enough to be really obnoxious (so, about three years old?). We were walking around, looking for food, but couldn't find any food stalls. My daughter got the idea to go on a roller coaster so we could look down at the park and see a food stall that way.

We ended up on Millennium Force. Oh, Crap! (Last time I went on that roller coaster, I got so scared that I fainted at the top of the lift hill. I'm unconscious in the coaster photo. I came to near the end of the ride, and immediately started hyperventilating and having a panic attack.) Anyway. Once I figured out that I was on Millennium Force, I got so scared that I woke up.

My dream last night was awful.

First, I was walking somewhere in public. I unwittingly walked in front of two women trying to take a picture of something, so I got out of their way as quickly as possible, but one of the women recorded me and posted it online, saying something like "This autistic boy walked right in front of us! What an idiot!" A bunch of people commented on it, calling me other things, like "hideous".

After that, I went to various stores and restaurants, trying to get something to eat, but making so many stupid mistakes that I ended up leaving each one in embarrassment.

Then I was at my old elementary school, where they were having some sort of event for former students. They had a swimming pool, so I went there first. There were these two girls who were playing catch, when they threw their ball at me very hard and laughed. I just ignored them and began walking away, but they got mad at me. They wanted me to give their ball back, because clearly I should have known to do that. I left the pool and came back a few times, and they kept hitting me with the ball and getting all pissed off when I tried to leave. Eventually, they ganged up on me and tried to drown me. Needless to say, after breaking free from them, I never went back to the pool.

Then I went to the gym, where they brought in a real live elephant! The elephant's trainer was letting people pet it, and I wanted so much to do that, but when I saw what was happening, I just watched from a distance. Everyone was being absolutely horrible to the elephant. They were hitting it, throwing things at it, and more. At one point the elephant picked someone up with its trunk, and it looked like it was really going to kill that person. Everyone screamed. But the elephant was just too sweet and gentle to hurt anyone, so it put the person down, and everyone went right back to abusing it. I was about to cry, when I realized that my brother was watching me with a "What's your problem?" sort of look on his face, and I got so embarrassed that I just ran home.

When I came home from that event, I was so stressed out that I could do nothing but lay in bed.

When I woke up from that dream, at first I thought it was stupid and that it wouldn't bother me at all. But then I really did end up laying in bed for a long time. My parents came in and reassured me, though. I feel somewhat better, but that was probably the scariest dream I've ever had, if only because it felt so real.

edited 8th Jul '17 8:31:19 AM by DrNoPuma

Your brain is mean. :(

While not exactly weird, a few nights ago I dreamt that we were shopping for toys, and suddenly I saw a section in the store dedicated to Undertale! And there were already Funko Pops of the characters already! Actually, Sans and Asgore were the only ones available at that time, but I immediately plunked them in the cart. It felt like a Dreemurr come true... until I woke up.

I know. :( I'm still not sure where that came from. My dreams are usually funny and strange, in a good way.

The one I waked up from Saturday morning sucked.

I was alone on an alien planet in the middle of a farm field with no cover. All I had was an antique rifle and 60 rounds. I was ordered to hold a 2-mile long frontline for several hours.

When I ran out of ammunition I affixed the bayonet and charged.

Last night: I, along with a whole bunch of other people I used to know from my school years, were having a sleepover at a big house (lodge, or maybe mansion would be a more accurate description) in the middle of a forest. It was freezing cold outside, but there was no snow or ice. We all knew that the house was haunted, or at the very least was a regular horror movie setting, and I think that was the reason we were going to sleep there. It was also called the House of the Question, for some reason.

I remember people messing around, playing pool, and all having nightmares when they went to sleep. Then everybody started arguing and fighting with each other, so we ultimately decided to sleep outside. In a weird sort of big lean-to. Apparently, our old teachers were there as well.

It was cold out there, and I remember falling asleep, listening to the distant roaring of frost giants (the most relaxing freaking thing ever). Then a horse showed up, half-dead from the cold. I wanted to help it, while one of my old teachers just wanted to put it out of its misery. I ended up helping it anyway and cursing up a magnificent rant about how I always hated said teacher for being a narcissistic control freak.

Then I "woke up", and apparently the whole horse thing had just been a dream in a dream. I asked around with the others if I had said anything while I was sleeping (my rant had been quite vocal, and since said teacher had been nearby the whole time....would have been so freaking embarrassing if he'd heard some of it.) But I ended up talking about the horse dream with one of the teachers. Who was Philippa Eilhart, of all possible people. I told her that helping the horse might have benefited us both, and then she ended up summoning the horse with some kind of spell.

I don't remember much else.

My twin brother invented a time machine! As he put it, "More specifically, a spacetime machine, because we travel spatially as well as temporally." There was no way to know where or when we'd land, just a GO button and a RETURN button.

Twin Bro, my boyfriend, and I ended up in The '80s, at a high school in Texas. Twin Bro decided that he should practice Le Parkour. So. Between his parkour, and the fact that my boyfriend is black and everyone else in the dream was white, we attracted a lot of attention.

We found a stockroom and grabbed some hard hats, and pretended to be maintenance workers so we'd be Beneath Notice. It didn't work. The principal kept assigning us projects.

But then I found Hannelore. She invited all of us to a house party at her mansion. We got ridiculously drunk, and we were hungry. We decided to eat "something that doesn't involve fire or decision making," so we ate raw corn on the cob before passing out on cots in the living room.

In my dream last night, it was the Sunday before Halloween. Instead of a church service, my church did a sort-of production of The Nightmare Before Christmas. Instead of performing the whole movie, we just did the songs. Also there was no set and few props, and the costumes were very minimalist.

But those weren't the things I was concerned about. For one thing, I consider TNBC more of a Christmas movie, so I was somewhat annoyed that we were doing it for Halloween. More importantly, the youth leader wanted me to play Jack. Don't get me wrong, getting to play the main character - especially a Creepy Good one - was a huge honor to me, but this was only about the movie's songs, and I didn't know all of them by heart. So I had to quickly memorize a bunch of lyrics as quickly as I could before church started. (Apparently, this was a short-notice thing.)

A lot of people were confused about why we were doing this, as TNBC doesn't seem to have much to do with Christianity, especially when you're showing people nothing but the songs. The youth leader at my church is a huge Disney fan, so this was clearly her idea, but I don't know who allowed her to do this in place of an entire church service. It was still pretty fun, though.

edited 9th Jul '17 8:52:01 AM by DrNoPuma

I was extremely pregnant, and was going to have a baby boy sometime in the next few days. This is a common nightmare of mine. I don't want any more babies. I can't have any more babies. But...sometimes I get surprise babies in my dreams anyway. My brain is a Jerkass.

On top of that, I was taking a training class for work. I was Underdressed for the Occasion, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt because none of my other clothes fit. Everyone else was in business dress. The class was about shame. I had to write down the names of everyone I used to know but no longer kept in touch with. And I had to write why. It was basically a "The Reason You Suck" Speech, to me, from me.

That sounds awful. Sorry you went through that.

My dream last night started with me joining the crew of Mystery Science Theater 3000. I created my own puppet character, but instead of a robot, he was an alien resembling a cat. His name was something like "Orion". So I got to perform as Orion in a few episodes of the show... but then I learned that Orion was The Scrappy. Embarrassed, I decided to remove Orion from the show, and I made up some story about how he crawled into some hidden area of the Satellite of Love and was never seen again.

Much later, the crew of MST 3 K announced that they were making another movie, and, despite all the negative reception Orion had gotten, they wanted me to bring him back. There were already people complaining about how the movie would be "ruined" if Orion was in it, but the crew told me to ignore those people, and that they wanted me to have another chance.

In the next part of the dream, I was myself, no affiliation with the MST 3 K crew or anything, although I was at a movie theater, and there was a poster for the previously-mentioned movie! I forget what movie I was going to see, but when I tried to find the room where it was playing, an employee stopped me and told me that they weren't showing that movie... even though I had just paid to see it.^note At the time, I thought this was just me, screwing up as usual, but now I realize that this was the theater's fault, not mine. But he said that since I had already bought tickets, I could watch any movie playing that I wanted... except for one, where the room was empty, and I apparently wasn't allowed to go in because I would be the only one there. Safety reasons, I guess. Anyway, a bunch of people heard what was going on and made suggestions on which movie to watch. I don't remember which one I chose.

In the last part of the dream, I was on Hobo Bros! Kevin wasn't there for some reason, so it was me and Luke doing a "Hobo Theatre" video. I forget what happened in it, but it involved Spongebob trying to get out of doing an assignment in Mrs. Puff's class, which somehow led to him getting killed by some monster. It was weird.

edited 10th Jul '17 7:20:28 AM by DrNoPuma

Ugh. Most of my dreams last night weren't fun:

It started off innocently enough, with my family on vacation with my grandparents. After hanging out around the vacation town a bit, we decided to drive to a nearby tourist attraction. I rode with my parents and grandparents in a van, but as we were crossing a bridge, we suddenly realized that half of it was gone. My dad slammed on the breaks before the van shot off into the water some hundred feet below. We all very carefully got out of the van...but as my grandmother (the last person out) got out, a sudden gust of very strong wind blew her over the edge. Cue Mass "Oh, Crap!" (and a handful of Big NOs) from everyone nearby. My mom dove in after her, but it was too late.

After that, I simply wandered around a large bookstore in a daze as her funeral was planned. At said funeral, things progressed like a funeral would until the ushers began passing out candy and marshmallows that turned a number of people there into sea creatures or Pokémon when they ate them. I think I woke up before I became something.

Other dreams I had involved me hanging out with my grandparents again (with my grandma still alive) as they introduced me to two boys who had (in the dream) moved into their neighborhood, and one where I was at a church I used to go to that had decided to have Jerry Seinfeld as a guest speaker. Jerry was his usual stand-up self, but for some reason everyone in the building left. Those two dreams added a bit of levity to what was otherwise a pretty crappy night of dreaming for me. (Especially since the first one took place after the main dream above.)

That first part reminds me of a dream I've had many times: Me and my whole family are driving somewhere, and our car falls into a body of water. At first, when the car starts sinking, I just can't comprehend that it's happening, but as the car continues sinking, and we can't get out, I have this awful realization dawn on me that we're all going to die.

Also, this is going to sound awful, but I would love to go to a funeral like that.

edited 10th Jul '17 10:37:29 AM by DrNoPuma

• So there was this video game where you could play as Mario, Luigi, Princess Peach, Toad or King Boo. The Big Bad was the giant, floating head of Da Vinci who seemingly shrunk the playable cast. While the first 4 playable characters were somewhat normal for platformers, King Boo was a Mighty Glacier and more fighting-orientated^note  kind of like Werehog Sonic. His attacks left white, clawlike trails.
  The Final Boss was this Big Bad mentioned earlier. It would try to crush you underneath it, but if you attacked the glowing area enough, it revealed a Latias head, then breaking that revealed a cat head, which was used as a metaphor for Bitch in Sheep's Clothing. Attacking the cat head once actually did damage.
  After completing the game (it seemed quite short), you access a new mode (I forgot what exactly).
  The main game's plot involved a real Latias befriending an ugly Manchild and her teaching him how to be friendly.