Dunno either. I feel like there was someone inside that I need to meet. But when I got in, no one's there and I woke up.
...a little brother should belong to his older sister, right? - Orimura ChifuyuOne from a few days ago that I forgot to post:
At one point we ended up in this (relatively) small city that my mother swore was in Tennessee. I said that this was nonsensical, that we hadn’t been driving nearly long enough to make it out of Ohio, let alone into Tennessee, but she dismissed this as silly. I wanted to show her on a map to show that where we were couldn’t possibly be Tennessee, but because I had forgotten the atlas I had no map to do so.
My mother said her plan was to go to Tennessee, then to hit Pittsburgh on the way home. I found a tiny, unlabeled map of the US in the glove compartment–it seemed to be from a young child’s schoolwork–and tried to roughly trace the path, but I became frustrated because the map was incorrect to the point of being worthless–for instance, it showed Indiana to the east of Ohio–so I crumpled it up and threw it in the backseat.
I eventually convinced my mother to turn around and head back through Columbus, and go to Pittsburgh before Tennessee. She turned around to go across a bridge she’d passed on the way up–but the far end of the bridge was blocked off by a chain link fence for whatever reason, so we had to turn around, even though a few other drivers had followed us onto the bridge and now we were nearly stuck.
One of the drivers who’d followed us onto the bridge was a cocky young teenager in a sedan marked “SECURITY OFFICER”. In a random display of rage against authority, I got out of the car and started yelling at him. He yelled back, then flipped open his car door, which ended up hitting the passenger door of my mother’s car and causing a huge dent. I tried to tell him he needed to get out and call the police, but he refused. I threatened to call the police and report a hit-and-run. He tried to drive away before I could get his license plate number, but I wrote it down anyway so he parked the car, got out, wrenched off his license plate with his bare hands, and handed it to me before driving off.
I got back in the car and Mother and I were kinda in shock that he’d dare to drive without plates over something as small as a dent in someone else’s car door. But we decided to continue towards Pittsburgh. We passed an intersection where a whole bunch of old Target carts (the old boxy kind) were stacked randomly on the corners, as if they were just waiting to be taken.
Mother explained that she was now bound for Pittsburgh, rather than Tennessee, and the quickest way to get there from here involved going back through Columbus. I asked if we could stop at home and pick up the atlas, but she said she wasn’t sure.
The weirdest part? Through all of this, nobody ever suggested simply buying another atlas.[
For some reason, the night before last was a treasure-trove of bizarre dream imagery; meeting with cartoony-looking aliens under a large bridge, plastic-surgery out-patients in a fancy restaurant, one of whose face starts melting and sliding off, etc. If I were Salvador Dali (or if I just had artistic talent), I would have had lots of material for future paintings.
Last night I dreamed about a bridge that connected Italy and Spain. What’s with all the bridge dreams all of a sudden?
A couple nights ago, I had a dream where I was trapped in one part a vast, dully colored playground. I found my way into some sort of hellish museum where souls were tormented by hooded, shadowy copies of themselves. The museum had a sort of a Hell Girl feeling to it. After that, I was outside and the sun went out. The sun must have lit up again because when I entered a cave, the entrance was in a sunlit area by the ocean. I was with someone else. The cave was dimly lit, but never completely dark no matter how deep I went. The cave felt oppresive and when I got to the end of the cave, it had more of a Nothing Is Scarier feeling. Then the other person refered to the place a Mikaboshi's cave. I remember running out of the cave into sunlight before waking up.
Even my most mediocre dreams are very weird my most people's standards. Here's one of the weirdest and most memorable off the top of me head: When I was 7 I dreamed I was cleaning a bookshelf in my grandma's house and I fell in, then I ended up in this salon and there was a penguin there who sounded like this gay man my parents know. And he gave me this tattoo treatment thing. And it was mutating me. Then my mom came and I hid and drank bubble soap. Don't tell me you can't tell this was all my subconscious somehow trying to scare me straight. I mean it.
I dreamt that I was going to have a role in this movie called "Zombies Killed My Parents" (full name "Zombies Killed My Parents vs. Ninjas Killed My Parents", but the short name was the "official" name and was usually used because it's shorter), which was a horror/comedy movie. I was a ninja, who was (apparently) the main character, and I jumped around between houses killing zombies, but I only saw these scenes as short movie clips from 3rd person perspective. After that, we had to practise for the intro scene. I was in a room with some tables and other things(which reminds me of what I think was a room in my elementary school) with the camera crew, and also my dad who was going to fill in the role as either a zombie or a regular person. So we started, and in this part the locations had completely changed, to a dark place which I think was either a forest or a graveyard. Only thing I remember was that they used lots of fake blood, and some fake puke too(well, it was bright green, slightly slimy and smelled of puke). Shortly after this had started, I saw a tombstone getting splattered by blood, and as it dripped down, the name of the movie was revealed on the tombstone. And then the movie started…
Then I woke up. Too bad I couldn't remember more, it was a cool dream. And now I want to see that movie…
My favorite failed console tbhI had a dream last night where there were these birds that acted as D&D-style potions when you sniffed them, which then turned into a dream about motorhomes made of wood and that were the size of industrial-sized dumptrucks and were shaped like things. One was shaped like a camel.
"If there are any gods whose chief concern is man, they can't be very important gods." - Arthur C. ClarkeI was at work, and there was some report on the news (which we had on the radio) about some serial killer in the area. He was called the Chrysanthemum Killer because he always left a crysanthemum on his victims. Anyway, these people kept coming in to shop as usual but we wouldn't let them leave because of the killer. And for some reason I was trying to write a letter to somebody telling them about all of this (I don't remember if it was to a specific person or more a "in case I die this is what happened" general sort of thing, and I was writing with the paper turned sideways. Finally they announced that the killer was taken into custody, so all the customers left except this very tiny woman and her even tinier baby, and I went back to talking about whether or not they would straggle or if we could close on time, as though the stuff with the killer being loose had never happened.
Stupid doomed timeline...Part of it involved it being March of 2012, marked by me and CA reminiscing about it having been more than a year since we got into My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic and the Trash Heap's upcoming two-year anniversary, and anniversary of the "Shut-In Sleepover".
It felt real enough that I found waking up to it still being October of 2011 weird.
I had a slasher film type dream which involved a few tropers (or at least my mental image of them, and a surprising number I don't actually talk to), some sort of Home Stuck boardgame, and those flesheating scarabs from The Mummy.
I was actually Final Girl in this dream and stopped the monster-person-thing before it killed my sister and mum (but not before it killed the tropers - sorry!) ultimately by smashing it's head into a wall multiple times.
I'm not sure what's the weirdest aspect of it: everything I just said or that I didn't die, as is status quo.
edited 6th Oct '11 5:33:28 PM by StolenByFaeries
"You've got your transmission and your live wire, but your circuit's dead." - Mediawell a couple of nights ago I dreamt a friend over the Internet happened to be at the same Burger King as me. I couldn't stop staring and she noticed it was me when I yelled "Dub". And when she confronted me I morphed into Fluttershy, Ember And Kim Possible
the really weird part she went to Burger King that day
edited 6th Oct '11 6:50:30 PM by RandomChaos
With the power of a dragon I can make up for my inability to spill.As I have stated, since I stopped keeping track of Naruto about three years ago, my dreams have almost always in some capacity involved a band of mute chibi ninjas with rotary pig launcher right arms. One of the recent ones had me and the ninjas travelling on an airship to a Steampunk Sao Paulo/Prague to track down and assassinate Nazi leaders who had been resurrected as cyborgs. :/
Equipped with his five senses, man explores the universe around him and calls the adventure Science.I've started using my cellphone's notetaking app to record my dreams. As for why I do this, I dunno. Maybe because neat things tend to happen in dreams...or bad things.
As in, a few nights ago, (spoiler'd for squick and partial NSFW-ness) I dreamt that the top half of my P-pipe was detachable—as in the screw-off type of detachment. And it didn't hurt. But then I realized that this would make urinating a problem, not to mention I was wincing at the whole idea, so I put it back.
http://twitter.com/raydere | http://raydere.tumblr.comMan, did I have a weird dream tonight...
- In the first part of the dream, I was inside some giant school or hotel. I saw a person running towards something.
- I continued sewing my Ika Musume cosplay, but realized, to my disappointment, that I had been sewing with blue fabric the whole time. I also spammed some Norwegian gaming forum about something or other.
(at this point I think I woke up and went back to sleep again).
- Here comes the strange part... I was a magician, and was going to have a "magic show" for small kids. Also, I was a man. Strangely enough, I wasn't on stage(well... "stage" as in the place in front of the kids, but it wasn't a stage as much as it was a flat floor, with kids on chairs in front) but was watching from behind it, while some guy in a suit I assume was my assistant was on stage instead. I opened a bag of Haribo candy, but half of it got spilled out on the floor. As I went to pick it up, all the candy had turned into bigger and different types of candy: yellow eyes, red cars, cherry-filled chocolates, something green I don't remember, ect. There also was a old-ish plastic toy car among all the candy. I sorted the candy by color before I put it back in the bag, but then I heard my assistant say something about "and now he's going to conjure a car!" and I threw the toy car at the kids, and one of them caught it. The assistant got somewhat angry(but tried not to show the kids) and said "...No, he can't do this, this is a car from the competitor? Let's try again..." As I was going to throw a candy car, I woke up.
edited 8th Oct '11 5:40:13 AM by Zanreo
My favorite failed console tbhThis dream contains spoilers for Durarara.
I recently dreamed I was Celty. Then I married Saika. It was weird and turned into High Octane Nightmare Fuel as I became an Evil Overlord who took over the world via Hive Mind due to Saika...but then Wild Tiger showed up and saved the day, and put me in Arkham.
It was weird.
I totally hate my avatar. Just saying.I was in the line for breakfast in a cafeteria strongly resembling that of my old middle school, where some kids were attempting to pick on me for some reason.
Then I went to a table on the other side of the line and was told that I had passed up my chance to purchase Artisan Entertainment, which for some reason had purchased HBO from Time Warner in 2000.
This cued up a trailer for Penn And Teller: 100 Ways To Die, which was apparently about them starting natural disasters or something. It had a logo for Live Entertainment at the start, albeit not a real one.
I had a dream I dropped my iPod into the toilet, which I was trying to plunge. And then I reached into the water that had shit in it to get the iPod, then I cried.
According to dream dictionaries, an iPod or music player signifies enjoyment, a clogged toilet signifies I've pent up my emotions(both positive and negative), dropping signifies either carelessness or my need to let go of something, and feces signifies aspects about myself I find undesirable...however, if you're unable to dispose of the feces(remember, the toilet was clogged), it means ....I'm unwilling to let go of my emotions.
So what I gather from this is that because I'm not expressing how I feel and I'm keeping my fear and sadness bottled up, it's keeping me from enjoying things.
THANKS A LOT BRAIN, I ALREADY FUCKING KNEW THAT.
Here's one from when I was in elementary school. I was in the dining room at my house when an earthquake started. I tried to escape through the back yard, but the ground was cracking apart so I ran to the lawn, trying to lead some people to safety. I ran into this cave entrance that descended underground. The other people were gone. The main passage spiralled down in a counterclockwise direction with landings on either side. The earthquake had long since stopped by the time I had stopped at a landing. There was another downward passage above me that I could climb into, but there was red light coming from it. The red light wasn't like fire or lava, but rather as if someone had put a red filter over a bright light. I decided to go down into another room instead because red light is usually not a good thing. As it turned out, there was a room below glowing passage. Before I could jump down, a large iguana that was the same blue shade as the cave walked in to this lower room. The iguana had glowing red eyes. While not particularly scary, it did startle me enough to wake me up.

No, it wasn't a nightmare. I just had a Catapult Nightmare reaction to what happened at the end.
And why were you chasing a bus?
edited 28th Sep '11 10:29:10 PM by megamagikarp