Weird dreams

Danger: The following dream is pony-related. If you absolutely despise My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, you probably do not want to read this.

It all started out at the Everfree forest (How I thought it was evergreen, I'll never know... probably how it was mentioned), where I was trying to find out where to go (As a pony form no less... I won't discuss the details, except for the fact I was groundbound), before I heard something wicked traverse. Out of fear, I moved away, not knowing I'd make one pretty bad mis-step, dropping off a ledge and hurting the hind legs fairly badly. The vision blacked out from the pain, and I remembered my own yell of pain, but not whatever was headed my way.

When I came to, I found myself in what appeared to be a cell with a couple others, and saw the jailor... a changeling... she mentioned how I literally fell for her Jump Scare, and how I'm going to be stuck in changeling country forever, along with a unicorn and pegasus. The unicorn was not simple to distinguish, but I just about recognized Fluttershy fairly quickly. I asked if they were caught similarly. The unicorn nodded, whereas Fluttershy said no... she mentioned about an intricate trap, involving rope, and a cute animal, and how she was caught on her hooves by the rope, and dragged by the changelings that set the trap. Looking inside the cell, it was pretty stereotypical.

After a bit more conversing with the prisoners, the dream ended on a cliffhanger. (Yes, I hate when I cliffhanger myself, but my dreams tend to be too long to cover in one dream. Hopefully, my brain does not forget about the bookmark, as I'm actually a tad interested in what'll happen next. Might have to keep my mind on ponies to make sure this happens again... given a roleplay that's going on between a friend or two and myself.)

"If you have any beefs with Santa, do remember to SETTLE IT IN SMASH!" Quote by Edveed

I had a dream that Sarah Palin was my new mother in law and killed hundreds of cats. This dream actually makes sense in context.

My inlaws hoard cats but refuse to let me call animal control. Basically their home is unlivable shit. Also, they are republicans that voted Palin

All the reasons I can't stand them cumulated into Sarah Palin becoming my new inlaw in a dream. It was actually an improvement.

edited 9th Dec '12 11:51:09 PM by vanishingreality

Weird dream = weird...

I dreamt that I was beaten up by a pizza, which then summoned a squirrel. The squirrel then exploded, destroying the entire African continent. I was sent flying to the moon, and then a Namekian shouted "Chocolate Beam Cannon" and fires a beam of chocolate at the moon, causing it to explode. I ended up on Mars, which got blown up by giant Keyblades. Then I ended up in America, which got obliterated by nuclear pie. Then I ended up in my high school, which is impossible because the African continent was destroyed. Several girls - all of them wore gas masks - tried to grab me, but because of the gas masks, I was so terrified that I literally ran through fifty walls... and then fell into a castle full of Keyblade Wielders. Then a weird purple guy came and told me that the Multiverse was in danger and then he teleported me into a world full of giant squirrels. All of them exploded, and I found myself on a floating island.

... That's all I remember of it, but I was certain that someone named Kim Tyranto was in that dream as well.

(This post will probably reveal the truth.)

What.

The sad, REAL American dichotomy

So while taking a nap, I dreamt that I was playing some new Sonic game on the Wii. At first it was a 2D platformer, and I remember one boss was like a rhythm game where you tapped buttons to the beat to defeat it… the characters were walking back and forth in a row, holding things that looked like gameboys, and tapped them. (Also, the Wiimore had a few more buttons than it really does, I remember using the A B X Y-buttons) Later, I was outside, but I was still holding my controller, and could still play because at this point I had a “vision” of the game in my head/brain and could see everything in front of me. Later it turned into a racing game, and I found out I had to sit down instead of lying down to go faster?

And later again I was outside with some friends, walking in some forest place, still playing and seeing the game in that weird thought-mind-vision-mode. I remember it ended with climbing down some rocks and going into an old wooden boat on the river (which was filled with water, so not sure that was the best idea?) and then I woke up.)

shouldn't his favorite genre be RPG and not point and click though

Junior Asparagus and an Oshawott, carrying a giant chocolate flavored bow tie, being chased through a lava covered state fair by livingc carnival rides, wearing green sweaters, xo the world will not be destroyed.

WHAT IN THE BIG WIDE WORLD OF APPLES DID I JUST DREAM.

"Hey, gimme a minute to get to know everyone, 'kay, Brainy?" "Of course, but please allow me to get a word in, too, bzz."

Here's one from last night.

I was in some kind of platformer that seemed to take place in hell. There were moving platforms over lava (instead of fire, strangely enough) between places of normal floor. One of the areas had an additional hazard that used a burst of hot air to knock people over the edge, forcing a restart of the level (there weren't any checkpoints. The level would use a spacecraft from a random game to get people to some areas, though it would try to throw them out and into the lava all the while. Monsters from various video games would then have to be fought off at the destination area. You had to make it to one of a varying number of doors throughout the level. If you made it to the right one, you got to chill on a beach in Minecraft for the rest of your time in the game, though you had an option of going on to a more difficult level with the same conditions in place (platformer, no check points, several doors, only one leading out). There were also several areas where you could talk to or simply overhear people. Near the end of the dream, I found out that the place was a kind of purgatory that people were brought to once a year. The amount of time that was spent there varied from an hour to several days depending on the person.

edited 11th Dec '12 12:23:56 PM by Ghostninja109

I've been having dreams these last few nights from reading TV Tropes. I read the Missing Episode article — depressing when are art history is gone forever, joyous when it is recovered — and learned of Sesame Street examples. Thoughts about Margaret Hamilton and the "Crack Master", shows lone lost for being too scary. And given the creepy stuff from that show that we still have, I would love to see them, to confirm their existence.

I had dreams (not nightmares, dreams) of viewing old clips of these half-forgotten works. Unless the people in charge of the Sesame Street DVDs are generous one day, this might haunt me for a while, both waking and asleep.

I've just been having depressing dreams lately.

"What's out there? What's waiting for me?"

Last night, I dreamt that I was in a car chase with some baddies. I took refuge in a pet shop, where a guy called Steve (no, I don't know any Steves in real life) suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I took him hostage to negotiate with the baddies, who turned out to be led by Steve's rich stepdad. The stepdad walked out of his Audi and started lecturing me on Japanese Tea Ceremonies... and that's when I woke up.

My secondary account for (mainly) non-serious forum activity.

Ok, this might sound a little insane, but it's the complete truth.

On the night of Halloween, I was on my laptop thinking bitterly about trick or treaters and how I hoped none of them turned up. You know, the usual cynical thoughts of annoying giggling children wandering around, demanding lollies, and getting up to no good.

I went to bed, and had a dream where I was with my school friends late afternoon/evening (about 6). We were walking in a group, about ten of us in total, drinking slurpies/slushies/frozen coke, and something rather funny had just happened, because I was grinning, and they were all laughing and joking about something rather loudly. We walked into a deserted carpark at some shops, when a guy drives in, obviously in a hurry, and my friends get in the way. He of course stops, no ones hurt, and he parks, while my friends are still laughing, giggling, and joking.

I see a bin, and start walking over to it to dispense with my empty cup. As I walk, I cast my eye over my shoulder, to see what my friends are doing. The guy gets out of his car, (he was wearing blue overalls, and was rather tall) slams the door, and walks over to my friends. They are still laughing and giggling, but manage to force out a few apologies. This guy, who was obviously already having a bad day, loses his s*** at my giggling friends. I sigh, turn, and put my cup in the bin.

My friends suddenly stop giggling, and I look back in time to see the guy pull out a handgun and shoot them all with a series of very loud gunshots, and before I know it, they're all lying on the ground, dead, in a pool of blood. I quickly duck behind a shed before the man sees me, and the rest is too fuzzy to recall.

I have never had such a horrible morbid dream in my life, let alone one I remember so vividly. I actually feel emotionally affected by this dream, in a relatively small way, nothing serious. Also, these were all friends I know IRL, not ones made up by my subconscious.

edited 12th Dec '12 3:31:45 AM by Frogger5

Wanna see the random crap I get up to? Me neither. http://jesseskwilliams.tumblr.com/

I and a (dream) friend were visiting the house of another friend (also dream) who was incredibly fascinated by fire. This man was quite careful about his hobby, though. He covered everything with fireproof rugs and upholstery. The fireplace was actually a large screen television screen mounted in a fireplace-like frame, playing some stock footage of a fire.

It was a little claustrophobic until I got to the top floor. The ceiling was made out of glass so that I could see the night sky and the tops of trees.

I rarely remember my dreams, which is good because they're usually like this one I had last night: zombies with eyes in inexplicable places, plucking them out by hand while /singing/ about it.

"I'm not a nerd. I'm a specialist." ~Sousuke Sagara

The other week I had a dream that seem just like normal everyday life until suddenly, everything just went WRONG! I was suddenly at a temple of some sort, and suddenly, a bunch of Freaky Friday Flips occurred, including, but not limited to, my pet cat with my sisters dog, me swapping with Selena Gomez, a little toon swapping with Ben Tennyson, and some other guy also swapping with Selena Gomez. Then everything just got really screwed up, and a huge car slammed into everyone but me, and sent sent them flying all over the place. And then I turned into a Salamence. I woke up wondering what I ate last night.

"Hey, gimme a minute to get to know everyone, 'kay, Brainy?" "Of course, but please allow me to get a word in, too, bzz."

Wouldn't it be a bit crowded with two gu-

I'm not finishing that sentence, it'll never sound right.

Of course, don't you know anything about ALCHEMY?!- Twin clones of Ivan the Great

I had a dream just a night or two ago about Hell. It wasn't exactly the Fire and Brimstone Hell one might expect. In fact, it wasn't a half-bad place. Just really boring. I'm pretty sure it was a bar-like place, with a pool table that had some old american cheese on it. I remember pondering the existence of Muppet Babies, of all things.

You shouldn't have done that.

Ugh.

I'm at a Chicago Bulls / Miami Heat game in Chicago's west side, where apparently Miami's stadium is also located. The Detroit Pistons are leading the Heat 90-20. The "channel" gets turned for a second, and when it gets turned back, it's tied at 90, but I wouldn't know that, because I'm at an attached ice rink where the Chicago Blackhawks are practicing during the NHL lockout. I ask one of the other 5 people in attendance what the final score was, and he said the Heat won, deflating me, the only Bulls/Pistons fan in the stadium. I go back to the basketball court to check the score, which is now getting lowered to 66-68 to prep for a college game.

I leave the stadium. Before I go home, I think to check on something at Rush University Hospital*

, walking around the railroad tracks by this stadium. As I approach, it becomes apparent, though it doesn't bother me, that the whole of Chicago is some mix of the Abandoned Warehouse District and some desolate old rural city/town.

As I get close, I see this guy (wearing grey sweatpants and a white wifebeater under a white t-shirt) with a gun walking up these protruding platforms on this light pole in the middle of the street. I ask him what he's doing, to try to talk him out of suicide. Instead, he comes down, threatening me to stay still with the gun, threatens to rob me, but decides to make me take off my bag, and he shoots it, destroying my laptop with all my important stuff on it. I get away as he laughs.

I'm now wandering the streets of "Chicago", trying to call or find a police station, but the "city" is looking so desolate of an urban wasteland I don't think I could trust anything. So I run about the long way, trying to eventually get back to my dad's car so I can regroup. Now at some razed houses, I'm using parkour to avoid detection by some group I presume to be a gang, until I get trapped in a place as I try to find a non-jagged broken window to jump out of (it's all 1 floor high), and they pass me. I eventually get out, and make it to this complex of thatched roof two-car garages in the middle of this small urban forest on a street by a stream. I jump from roof to roof to avoid detection/getting shot at.

I wind back up on this street, and see my car parked under an electrical tower. I run to it, and bring out my key (which is apparently made of folded aluminum foil), but though I can get in the door, the key was broken, and I can't turn the engine. I try anyway, and a hologram pops up on the dashboard of the guy from before brandishing his same all-black, pistol shaped revolver, coming out of the house supplied by the large power line tower I'm parked under. I look to my right and see him just as on the hologram, walking out of the house and towards me, shooting. I get out of the car and run back into the heart of the "city", to try to regroup again.

Tired of all the bullshit, I stop for a moment, and the dream's script scrolls before my eyes. Apparently this guy is destined to torment me for a while in this dream, Bugs & Elmer Looney Tunes style comes to mind, though I've done no wrong except apparently park where I shouldn't. It seems to go on for a while, so instead of dealing with acting out the script (or using it to my advantage, which I now realize I could've tried), I get tired of losing to him and wake up.

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This dream occurred between 6:05*

and 6:53 this morning. I really seem to cram a lot of details into a short time.

The sad, REAL American dichotomy

I was on an episode of Iwata Asks. Strangely, I don't think I was a game creator in that dream, and was rather interviewed as a gamer. Sadly, I can't remember any of the questions or answers.

shouldn't his favorite genre be RPG and not point and click though

Yesterday:

I dreamt that some wizard teleported me inside Dwarf Fortress and that I had to face some mad person who had killed 3000 people, whose name was, odd as it was, Shane Engiabo ("Newman"). I had nothing but clothing, so I headed out to an abandoned fortress, found an obsidian sword, and headed to a weird town called Swordgloved. Then I encounted the Shane Engiabo guy, and I threw the sword at him, decapitating him so violently that the entire town was covered in blood. However, his corpse still attacked me! I managed to evade enough times so that I could (somehow) grab his sword and use Magic Hour (a Limit Break from the Kingdom Hearts games), which destroyed him. Then I made up my own Limit Break named "Rat Technique of Sword of Pisces" which destroyed the entire town.

Then I woke up (still in the dream) and found Heartless, which I quickly took out, before I really woke up.

And before anyone asks: "Rat Technique of Sword of Pisces" is named so because of three reasons:

• My Chinese zodiac sign is Rat
• My zodiac sign is Pisces
• It requires a sword

I know, it's weird.

(This post will probably reveal the truth.)

Well, here's a weird nightmare I kinda had lately... A few warnings must be issued though...

Warning: This dream errs upon nightmarish in my opinion, so if you don't want to suffer a nightmare from potentially reading this log, I highly recommend not reading this dream log.

Warning: This dream contains ponies and other things affiliated with My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, so if you are not a fan of the work or hate the work, the dream might not be in the interest of you to read.

Notice: If there should be a couple plot holes here and there, bear with me. I may be a detail-oriented individual, but even I miss a couple details.

Notice: The dream log's fairly long, so unless you aren't in a rush, it might be an idea to save the dream log reading for later.

It all started out with the mane 6 and I in what can only presumably be Dungeons and Dragons garb (I remember myself being a cleric, a blackbelt Applejack, a Fighter Rainbow Dash, black mage Twilight Sparkle... and Fluttershy as a white mage, but those details are not exactly important.) in the Everfree forest. Needless to say, it was getting to sunset, and the party was getting uneasy about being horrendously lost (To cover up a plot hole of Fridge Logic, the pegasi couldn't just fly up, lest they invoke an angry swarm of bees), and the group unanimously agreed to find shelter in some form, and thus the adventure seemed to be taking a turn seemingly for the favorable. A town in the forest was found.

Several of the group, myself included were relieved at this, and found the whole town to be surprisingly intact, yet I caught a glimpse of some pony running off to what was presumably their own residence. Tried as I may, the door wouldn't open. At that, I bit my tongue, and went back to the group, before hearing faint sobs. I called the group over, and after a block puzzle that was bypassed by the pegasi, and by myself just doing it the hard way, a crank seemed to be found, but the source was evident. She kept sobbing "Not again!", no matter what anypony tried to say to her... At that, we had left and eventually made it to the locked house. Noticing a well without a crank, Rarity put it into the most rightful position, and Applejack got the well bucket up, containing a key. "A spare?" "At least it isn't a spare wheel..." At that, the group opened the door. "Hello?" I inquired to what was presumably somepony. No response. The group and I got closer, with increasingly shaky "Hello?"s. When I put the front hoof upon the back, a bolt of lightning came about, and the truth was revealed.

That was not a live pony! It was the remains, and the town's true colors came about. Everyone freaked out, but I had the worst of it, having a paralyzing fear. As soon as the group got out, Pinkie Pie noticed somepony on the ruined roof (and the rest of the town was pretty ruined, like a siege took place). She laughed, not believing it was really a revenant. Upon a few tugs of its head, Twilight and I almost unisonly mentioned "Pinkie Pie? I don't think that's a costume..." It took a bit for Pinkie Pie to feel presumably the underside before freaking out and cowering behind me somehow. At that point, the group and I had a new goal: not to become one of those revenants. Ran we did, and rose the revenants did, speaking about how we should stay and how they only wanted friends... The emotion of fear triumphed, until a small platoon of revenants were behind, and the way out of town was ahead. I made a dash for it, before bumping into yet another revenant who arrived on hoof. The voice was all too familiar...

"I give you and your friends a chance to run... take it before the Everfree Forest confines you to the town forever..." The familiar revenant gurgled, and needless to say, the group didn't need to hear that again, and at that, everyone made headway through the everfree, now dealing with skeletal ponies. It was a horrendous nightmare to describe, with many turns and twists, and the group wasn't exactly getting caught, but not exactly ahead... Just then, I heard a yell of agony, and I knew something happened to somepony. At that, my mind snapped, and I doubled back, mace in muzzle, shouting "Hang on, Fluttershy!", with the rest of the group looking at me with a look of 'you have got to be kidding me!' as I went back. I saw what was presumably three skeletons pestering Fluttershy, and at that, I charged in, headbutting one off, bucking another one off, and giving the third one a taste of the mace.

"Hang on Fluttershy... I'm not letting you be confined to the forest forever with the curse!" I barked, carefully picking her up, and moving at a somewhat slower pace. Eventually, I managed to catch up with the group, only to see things turned for the worse. Absolute darkness enveloped the group, lots of bones clattering were heard, and many a whimper was had. Just then, I heard Applejack mention that it was no use running now, and that we'll have to fight. My mind whimpered, but I reluctantly joined the ponies on the front line, giving the skeletons a taste of mace, and for a while, it seemed like they were being suppressed well... until some haunting laugh was heard.

Yet another revenant was seen, but this time, with clearly malicious intent, and wielding a sawsword (Think a sword melded with a handsaw). Upon the skeletons being dismantled, the revenant went for the group, intent to cut apart the group in more methods than one... and needless to say, the battle was fierce, which had me buck the revenant off mid-attempt to cut Applejack apart, who for the reason of fatigue wasn't exactly able to keep the revenant off. This whole bit kept going until I yelped in pain, feeling the teeth of that wicked blade upon me burying upon the flesh of mine, before it came off. I shuddered in pain, trying to get back to my senses, but was immediately accosted again, and eventually, my consciousness was lost.

When I woke up, I found myself in Ponyville, covered in bandages, and wearing a neck cone. The first words out of me were basically along the lines of if I was in the Everfree... To say the least, everypony mentioned no... which led to another question of how long I was stuck in the hospital, and how long I'd be forced to be there... the answer to the first was a week, and the second was answered with 3 more weeks. The dream mostly ended with one statement of Pinkie Pie asking for one of the neck cones, thinking she'd be able to make giant ice cream, at which I tried to facehoof, only to be blocked by the neck cone.

"If you have any beefs with Santa, do remember to SETTLE IT IN SMASH!" Quote by Edveed

I sometimes dream I'm a marshmallow. I don't get it either. I just hope I'm tasty.

"No copyright law in the universe is going to stop me!" ~ Sonic The Hedgehog, Sonic Colours

If you were a marshmallow, everyone would fall in love with you.

Except people who don't like marshmallows, of course. Also, you'd be eaten.

"What's out there? What's waiting for me?"

I wonder if Everzwijn tastes good with Rice Crispies cereal.

I can live with that. Except if I'm eaten.

"No copyright law in the universe is going to stop me!" ~ Sonic The Hedgehog, Sonic Colours

What could possibly go wrong with being food? Isn't it everyone's desire to... -pied-

"If you have any beefs with Santa, do remember to SETTLE IT IN SMASH!" Quote by Edveed

I had a dream yesterday about an old man relieving himself on my porch. I didn't think about confronting him on it; I simply went inside and someone whom I can't remember asked me if I had put the cookies away. I replied that I hadn't, so they then decided to chase me through the house until I ducked into a nearby room. However, I then discovered that it wasn't a room at all, but a black void to where I started falling for who knows how long.

I'm afraid I can't remember anything after that, but I believe it involved VHS tapes at some point.

The only reason why I like waking up is because I like falling asleep.