Weird dreams

^meh? yes. about 40 miles or so from Morro Bay.

^ I was wondering because I recognized the name. Morro Bay has real nice saltwater taffy.

^Tis true. Prolly it's third claim to fame, after the rock and the smokestacks. There's a real good Thai food place on the Embarcadero, too. Problem is, everything there is damn expensive, right down to the camping. (and you can't do Hike and Bike at MB state park more than one night). And the public transportation sucks. But then, it is a tourist town. Hell, most of the county is. That and wine. And Wine Tourism. God. Those Buses.

So this wasn't worth making a whole log entry because mostly it was pretty generic: I had a dream where I was apparently a member of La Resistance and thanks to a bit of poor planning had been swept up in a group the bad guys had apparently just drafted to turn into citizen police or something, placing me in very close proximity to them. There was one scene where our whole group was addressed and there were no fewer than three people who could've easily recognized me if they'd seen my face, along with multiple people I knew to also be secretly on our side. But it came to a head with, like, five double agents working for our side who had varying but high ranks in the evil army was directing a handful of the newbies in doing something that looked good on the surface but was actually beneficial to us, and suddenly the bad guy who'd drafted me in the first place and done most of the talking to the newbies comes in sure that I'm a spy. He begins questioning my cover story, and I have to say it's the most retarded cover story on earth: Apparently I was a star high school football player in Britain and then came over here and continued playing football. When he asked me to explain what I meant by "football" my response was something like this: "Well of course when I was playing football for Britain... I mean... Oh fuck it. I thought I was doing pretty well. Anyways, I've got a knife!" And yes, he did let out a triumphant laugh when I said the words "for Britain". I didn't dare do anything which might draw his attention to the rest of the double agents in the room. At that point I somehow successfully bolted for the door, down two flights of stairs and out the side door (which was right next to the stairs) without seeing a single guard, and woke up.

I did not say anything to the effect of "I'm gonna strangle the guy who wrote that cover story", even though the only thing that really went through my mind as I was getting dressed was how much better a line that would've been. I think what I really said also let slip something about being close to the objective, a monumental blunder I had to try to take their minds off of by pulling my knife.

I remember Morro Bay's Elephant Seals. We picked up my '67 Ford Thunderbird in San Jose and drove it back down the California coast on cross-ply tires that could have been fifteen or twenty years old at least. A fun/crazy time. But one of the few big memories that wasn't terror at going over the edge on one of those hairpin turns was those seals.

In my dream, first I was at some kind of class, I think grammar or something, and I had drawn a caricature of the teacher with a Hitler mustache and Kamina glasses. There was a I Am Spartacus moment when he asked who did it. Later, I went upstairs (the school was modeled after my old middle school), and went to a course about "underappreciated foodstuffs". There was a teacher who punctuated his teaching with a sythesizer (for some reason, he seemed likea adult character from Skins), and there were a bunch of africans at the class.

Then the dream switched to a Left 4 Dead -esque scene, set in africa. This time, there were more than four people, and we were defending a small wooden fort. There were two (probably American) soldiers and a bearded biker.

Later, I dreamt I was playing Tag with a young, slightly overweight girl. She kept catching me. At one point, I jumped while running down a hill, and glided down, just half a metre from ground. In the end, I went to a odd fast food joint with some family memeber. The place looked like an east-German version of Subway.

I dreamt that my family were touring as a band and hiding from a group of vampires. We ended up sleeping in a display pool at the fair. There was some sort of incriminating DVD involving one of my cousins in drag, but that was quickly discarded. What I remember most was the end. Me and some other kids were in this little town surrounded by golden, grassy hills. We knew we had to run to the "Uncharted Lands" (the hills) to escape, but we need to rest. So we duck into an abandoned family restaurant with a playplace. (note: strange playplaces seem to be a recurring theme in my dreams)

In the playplace was a ride called Jet. It was one of those old, white airbrushed space shuttley chairs with puffy black upholstery that shows up at the fair and arcades so much. The ride's gimmick was that it kept testing you. First it jiggled, then it bucked like a mechanical bull, then it spun upside down eighteen times. If you were still on, it would take you up into the attic. Then who knows what happens. The other kids told me that we would all hide in the attic before the vampires showed up. This would be a challenge, because none of us had never made it past the spinning. I said I'd go first.

I was able to get through all the stages, and my friends waved goodbye as the chair rose. I was taken in a dark area, and could see light coming in through cracks in the roof. It took me forward, and empty metal poles kept popping up with the remains of dummies and cutouts on them. Then this... thing came out of the rafters. I remember that it was 2D, and I remember a round face the color purple. I think of a hokey caterpillar made of circles, but I know it wasn't a caterpillar. It was indescribable and unfathomable. I was terrified for a split second before slipping into sort of a fugue.

The chair brought me back down. Our pursuers were there, and my friends were cowering. The friends ask me what was up there, and I say there was nothing. A nerdy blonde boy with glasses (he looked like a guy who goes to my school) came forward, saying that he's going to kill me. I whispered for him to not drink all my blood, and he nodded and nipped my wrist slightly. I say under my breath "Guess what, Mom, I'm gonna be a vampire." The credits roll for some reason. Bittersweet Ending. It was incomprehensible, but way more enjoyable than Twilight, which was what the dream was probably influenced by.

But the focus of the dream was that thing. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it.

edited 27th Jul '09 1:41:10 PM by Made of Meat

My dream from last night? Went to a poetry contest I go to every month, and I meet a woman in her late 20's or early 30's who has more to love and Gag Boobs. I even got to hug her.

And just as she's leaving, she tells me she hates me (in a joking kind of way) because I don't talk to or hang out with her enough. o.O

Coincidentally, I was talking to an equally-well-endowed friend last night, and she had shown me a picture of herself (fully clothed, though).

Also for some reason I was 19 in the dream and not 20 like I am right now.

Last night, I dreamt that I went downstairs early, before everyone else was awake, and broke the dozen eggs my mom just bought yesterday into a bowl. Right after I finished, or maybe while I was breaking the last few, I realized I had just wasted all these eggs. Then I thought maybe if I put them in the fridge, they would still stay good, but they'd all have to be used at once since there was no way to separate the whites from each other. Also, I realized that when my parents came downstairs they'd discover the lack of eggs and be really angry. I thought that maybe everyone would want scrambled eggs for breakfast, but there were twelve eggs and only five people in my family and I didn't think I could justify using all of them. My dad had come downstairs when I woke up and realized, with relief, that the eggs were still intact and I didn't have to come up with an excuse. I have a lot of dreams where I've forgotten an obligation or done something wrong and I'm dreading explaining myself to someone, and then when I wake up I'm so relieved that it didn't really happen.

What a coincidence! I dreamt that I was delivering a store-bought danish (raspberry filling) somewhere, but dumped an egg yolk on it halfway through. I could not think of any reason why I did that, but was glad that it only covered one half of the danish.

I dreamt of a wonderful city full of seemingly perfect people. It was during the lunch I had been invited to that I realized that the whole thing was a dream. Unfortunately, that caused me to notice the various faults surrounding me.

Their skins were much too blue and their tongues much longer than they should be. If that was not unnerving enough, they never blinked.

Still, I wanted to be a polite guest so I informed them I needed to wake up soon. Unfortunately, this was the last nail in the coffin for me. Everything seemed to decay and they told me I couldn't leave. It was too dangerous outside.

I spent the rest of the dream fleeing.

I had a dream where Sylar fought the Burn Notice crew.

It was pretty amazing. Sylar suffered from some power seep, but only a little, and he always did like playing with his food. Michael had some absolutely epic voiceovers, but the only one I remember comes to the effect of "If you blow up a car, you'll attract the attention of the police." And because Sylar didn't want to reveal himself to the police (which is more discretion than he has or will ever show on Heroes), he had to let himself be taken in.

And then there was a Farscape part of the dream. And a Gunnerkrigg Court part that was also, at times, a Ghosts N Goblins part. I was learning how to Flash Step with Annie's help, or something.

Nerdy subconscious is nerdy.

I have dreams that make remotely no sense, I sometimes dream of being able to fly by flapping my arms, no wings, no jet packs, just by flapping my arms, and the materials are too, such as seeing Homer come out of a UFO, Naruto fat for no apparent reason, among other strange things, and I eat it all up, sometimes I wish I could remember a full dream...

I dreamed about watching a very strange machine operating—it was a cylindrical tank of clear liquid, walls thick with machinery but white and polished, that was just a bit taller than a human being. A woman was put inside it, and because I saw no breathing apparatus on her, the liquid might have been breathable—maybe I just didn't see it, though. If there is one, it was a creepily cool looking one.

For a moment, the woman thrashed about—maybe the breathing apparatus wasn't on yet, or the first few breaths of the liquid were uncomfortable. Then, several flat panels that line the inside began to spin and the tank was closed up, left dark inside.

I looked up what it was doing on a huge screen in a big, fancy control room—think the Dai Gurren's (no surprise there)—and read that even in the dark, the spinning panels somehow induce vivid, revealing dreams. The benefit of the machine is akin to hypnotherapy.

So. I got all excited about using it in my writing because I love to mind rape my characters. Unfortunately, I then woke up and realized there was no such machine for me to rip off.

last night I got very little sleep in my dream, I was way too busy banging this one guy I know.

That just means that it's more original, AFGNCAAP.

And yet, less plausible. It doesn't even make sense; it just looks...great.

You're worried because it doesn't make sense? Have you ever read... any speculative fiction ever?

Rule of Cool.

edited 28th Jul '09 8:15:17 PM by Tzetze

I've read a lot of scorn toward the Rule of Cool, too.

What if I told you that it was something like a real device?

Wow. The creation of my subconscious is just like that, but not escapable by opening one's eyes, and it must be opened from the outside...I may have created a cruel mind rape device. YEAHHHHHH.

@Lance: LOL

@Lance: LOL

Is it just me, or is sex in dreams not as enjoyable?

There is no emotion involved; it's just like watching it. It may not help that while I'm attracted to men in real life, my sexual interaction in dreams is always with women.

it's just like watching it

Afghan, that's exactly how mine go! How weird.