Weird dreams

Had a very long and vivid dream last night. Albeit rather grim by my usual standards. One of the few dreams I’ve had that involved politics, especially non-American, and they're rarely this well organized and detailed, not to mention dystopian. I was an expat in France in the aftermath of an Infinity War style Decimation, only it had a smaller proportion death toll. Might have been MCU, but don't remember. It had happened in spring 2017, and Marine Le Pen, who survived, was able to capitalize on the unrest and confusion caused by the mass disappearances to win the election, promising among other things a return to stability and prosperity. Not helping matters was that apparently Macron got dusted. There was some unspecified terror attack to boot, and Le Pen used this as an excuse to seize autocratic powers. Long story short, two years later and France was becoming a police state.

Muslims, among other groups got blamed for the Decimation, and by this point were heavily discriminated against, almost to the point of being thrown into ghettos. Near as I can tell, things were not getting better in a hurry.

• When the dream began, I was in the middle of a burned out section of a train station in Paris, for some reason exploring, picking through wreckage and ruminating on how things got to this point. I saw posters and pictures of missing people, including Macron. It was grey and cloudy, and still covered in ash.

• I can actually remember seeing memes comparing Le Pen to Cersei Lannister and Jeanine from Divergent. And wondering 'What did those two do to warrant such a comparison?' On a less funny note, both works were on the verge of being banned.

• Later, I was sitting on the banks of the Seine with a fictional drinking buddy, Andre, who had lost his whole family, and talking about our plans, especially ducking the hell out. He said something that stuck with me, that being 'I no longer recognize my own homeland.' I remember the exact location too, as it was a place I had been IRL.

• I read a news article on how emigration from France was increasing, and some of the surviving politicians fled the country, and another indicating much of Europe treating France as a pariah state; Germany in particular, for obvious reasons. I remember there were some, particularly here in the States, who shall remain nameless, who were singing Le Pen's praises and kissing her ass.

• This last part was just.. strange.Still trying to wrap my head around it. I'm not sure how it got to that, but my dream jumped to me greeting in a very friendly, casual, familiar fashion, then making out with Marine Le Pen herself in a Paris hotel room. Woke up right after that. No idea what that was about, or what my subconscious was trying to tell me, but I can only presume that my exit strategy didn't pan out, and I was apparently involved with her somehow. I'm a rather left wing person, as a disclaimer. Make of that what you will.

Needless to say, when I woke up, I felt in need of a hug.

Edited by MattC on Oct 11th 2019 at 10:55:52 AM

"What do we say to the God of Death? Sean Bean is over there."

Well, here. hugs

That sounds pretty awesome, though. Depending on whether or not it's actually set in the MCU, that would make either a fantastic fanfic, or a fantastic story on its own.

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I had a cool dream last night. I was in the world of Team Fortress 2... as a heroic Tails Doll (although I later switched to Tails.)

Knuckles and I were with the RED Team, defending our base. I was helping a Soldier guard one of the entrances. Another RED Soldier appeared and asked for entry, but (as Tails Doll still) I had some sensors or something that helped me identify the other Soldier as an enemy Spy.

It's worth noting that this dream played out like a movie (or cinematic cutscene) rather than gameplay. The Soldier and the Spy actually talked to each other, they moved around like they were in an animation, etc.

I don't know what happened next. I would assume some fighting occured, but I don't remember any of it. :P

The next thing I remember was the whole team gathered in a meeting room. It turned out that our leader was Maz Kanata (or maybe an Expy of her). She was giving us a motivational speech, and had each of us say out loud what our jobs in the team were. I can't remember what I said, but I knew what it was at the time. :P

And then Maz started talking about her backstory. I don't know how that was supposed to motivate us, but okay. :P And that's all I remember.

Edited by DrNoPuma on Oct 12th 2019 at 3:33:37 PM

Still hoping for Klonoa to get a new game... or a movie like this

Thanks. And yeah, I think it would make a hell of a story. It did play out like a movie, too. Unfortunately, I lack the ability or research to write one myself. On a side note, anyone who does may feel free to do so, I'd be happy to coordinate.

I don't know much about Sonic, but the rest of that dream sounds pretty awesome, especially the bit with Maz Kanata. As a motivational speaker. Yeah, I could see her doing that.

Edited by MattC on Oct 12th 2019 at 11:57:06 AM

"What do we say to the God of Death? Sean Bean is over there."

I dreamed that I had somehow memorized the layout of like... this whole neighborhood I was in, and was freaking people out by going around blindfolded and pointing out where things were (because I knew the exact layout perfectly for whatever reason). I was doing this because I was bored, then I got bored of doing this.

...I don't know either. I wanna know how I had everything memorized that specifically though. Photographic memory? Immortality shenanigans? I had designed and built the neighborhood myself? Probably would have made for a more interesting dream to have the backstory on it all.

Then there was another where I was hanging out with... I think they were supposed to be extended family or something since one of them looked vaguely like one of my cousins, and we were in this hotel room that kept expanding and having beds added into it as soon as anyone came in.

Stupid doomed timeline...

I was in a zombie apocalypse with a group of survivor and we were in a mall parking lot. We were trying to not make a lot of noise to not attract zombies.

We were going stealthily one by one to the exit, when it was my turn, we heard a noise. It was a group of other survivors, but they were violent and looked a bit drunk or something like that.

My group got away, but I was left behind. They surrounded me next to a car and acted weird, a redhead kissed me and a thin bearded dude spitted in my mouth.

Then I woke up. And got very confused. I kinda wished to know what happened after.

Starting my new year meta of having a gallery with all One Piece characters.

I just woke up from a dream where I saw a car parked on the street that looked just like Foxy. It was brown, with pointy ears on top of the roof, and an eyepatch covering one of the headlights. XD

While still in the dream, I took out my phone so I could take a picture of it to show to DrNoPuma. The dream changed before I could, though. :P

A great Mascot Mook.

Aw, that's hilarious!

I bet someone would've actually done that if you suggested it back when the first game came out. :P

Still hoping for Klonoa to get a new game... or a movie like this

I keep having dreams that are very vivid, but rather boring. In one case, I forgot most of the crazier side of the dream (having to go all over town trying to find a certain skateboard for Pewdiepie), but remembered a bunch of details about cosplays I planned to do when the fetch quest was over.

They/them or she/her

Bruce Banner lived at my Grandma's house and was having trouble falling asleep. I was Caitlin Snow, and I had to assemble an elite team of superheroes (which included Black Canary and Scarlet Witch)...to sing him a lullaby.

Awesome as always, Leaf!

If there's a book you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. Toni Morrison

Wait until you see mine. I'm not even sure if I always have dreams as crazy as those I told here and those I remember and don't remember.

Tomorrow I'll tell ya. I must just make sure I'll remember it, that I completely enter in the field of dreams.

"Scooby Dooby Doo!"

Had a dream today where I had an awesome katana (probably a katana). It was reddish-pink with a comfortable grip, and I'm pretty sure that it was an antique.

I blame the Forum Games XP

Oh yeah, another weird dream that I had: I dreamed that I was hired to sell some illegal Sci-fi equipment that was a chip of sorts. The guy I was selling it to warned us that we could get caught by the Time Police. They busted us anyway so I used my time machine watch thingy to escape. Ended up in a grassy field but the Time Police followed. Then I escaped and went back home.

Edited by KingOfStickers on Oct 18th 2019 at 10:57:22 AM

Finally had a dream last night that I was able to remember:

I was at my grandparents’ house with most of my folks. They weren’t talking about anything I was interested in or could contribute to, so I turned on the TV to see what was on.

Nickelodeon was on and they were showing a behind-the-scenes documentary about the upcoming Rugrats revival. I don’t remember the things they said on the show, but what I do remember was that the show had somehow become an animesque Humongous Mecha action show after being rebooted. A clip showed Tommy and the other babies running through a futuristic version of their town (either on foot or in the Reptar car) away from a giant mechanic that looked like a Transformer. They eventually escaped by jumping down a broken highway overpass, after which it was revealed that Angelica was the one piloting the mecha. The reason why she was chasing them (beside just pestering them like usual) wasn’t shown.

After this, I think the documentary ended and one of my siblings suggested we watch something else. We decided to watch a video of our parents’ wedding and put the tape in, wherein we saw that apparently our parents’ wedding included a zebra, a dog that jumped twenty feet up in the air to grab onto a power line, and a Power Ballad love song playing at full blast the whole time.

After a while, I left the room to take a shower and abruptly turned into Goobert after I got done in the shower. I ended up finding June the Zoroark in the other room and spent the rest of the dream chatting with her about random events that happened in the RP in the past.

"Lucian, don’t be afraid, we’ll make it through this."

I just woke up from a dream. It was vivid.

I dreamed that I was in a Hogwarts-esque magic camp. It was basically a giant house, though. I stayed there for two days. At first I slept alone. but there was a bunch of other people too sleeping with each other as roommates. It was my decision to sleep alone.

The strange thing about the house was that it was connected to a mall like a portal. So as it was night time me and the guy went to the mall, and after touring it we walked back to the house. Come the next day, me and the rest of the people went to the swimming pool conveniently connected to the house and we had a good time.

Night time arrived and I decided that I was tired of sleeping alone, so I went to sleep in another guys room. He was pretty cool. We decided to sneak out as cartoon characters. I was Barry B Benson and the other guy was Toph. We snuck out and tracked for a while, trying not to wake people up. I don't know how it happened, but we suddenly disturbed a wendigo who was probably sleeping. We both ran for it and locked ourselves in our room.

We decided to escape the house by flying out of the bathroom window, so we snuck out as we made sure the wendigo was gone. It was pretty stressful as it caught us from time to time.

Anyways, we both managed to escape into the grassy fields. I thought it was over, but then I was back at the house... At night time. With a different person, who was a girl this time. Confused and frustrated I looked to see what was out of the room I was in, and that darn wendigo was still there.

I suggested me and the girl run upstairs and lock ourselves in. There was a free room, and I locked ourselves in. The door was weird as hell, though. There were two of them but they didn't connect. They could only be locked in opposite directions, but could still be held together. So I did just that as the wendigo tried to smash the doors down.

Eventually, we booked it to the nearest window. I transformed into Barry B Benson and the girl simply ran into the grassy fields.

And then I woke up.

I feel like my dreamself in that dream was doomed to help people escape from the wendigo.

• One from a couple nights ago: A movie dream of a lost Disney Animated Canon film supposedly from 2007^* when Disney actually released Meet The Robinsons. It was CGI and titled something like My Stepbrother Is an Alien. Despite this title, the film focused mostly on a blond teenage boy's and the title character's Slice of Life antics in a beautifully depicted Minnesota lakeside town.
• Last night's was one of those I was relieved to wake up from. It started on my college campus, but my brother and paternal grandparents were there, as were a number of famous scientists (mostly nuclear physicists and astronomers) for a summit. News of a possible nuclear war with China was floating about. So I was just going about my business, buying sunscreen (?) for my grandparents and trying to get an assignment done, when something resembling a small, crude, hydraulic-pressure-propelled replica of the Enterprise made of PVC pipe and the like flew overhead and crashed down on the other side of campus. It sent up a fountain of purple smoke and fireworks. Everyone knew it was some sort of signal flare, possibly for China, but thought, "That was strange" and continued going about their business.
  • But, not long after, the sky was suddenly twilight. This wasn't right; it had previously been the afternoon. I looked up. The sun was growing smaller and dimmer even as I watched. I knew then that "the sun was going out" and we were all going to die. As it grew ever darker, Mercury, Venus, and (a strangely blue-and-yellow) Mars became visible. My brother and I held onto each other and waited wordlessly for the end as everything went pitch black.
  • And then a Windows blue screen appeared, with a rather off version of the logo for Microsoft Edge, and the "camera" panned out to reveal the handful of students and scientists who had been on the campus in a small auditorium, all black, pitch dark, and lit only by the screen. I knew that wherever this was, we were not on Earth. The head of the scientists lectured the people that we needed to form a plan to survive here, with nothing but the clothes on our backs as far as we knew, until they could figure out what had happened and where we were. I was silently apologizing to my grandparents for never bringing them their sunscreen when a sound woke me.

They/them or she/her

So

I was first traveling in a boat in a Venice-like city.

Then it cut to Cyborg and Aqualad (Kaldur) wishing they had each other’s lives (and every Altantean had a tail for some reason).

Which then cut to the ttg Titans Tower where only Cyborg and Robin were and the rest were fake. When Robin went to remove fake!Raven’s coat, she revealed herself as Orange Lantern, with a flashlight that absorbed everything.

THEN it cuts to a church where Larfleeze uses the flashlight on the previously mentioned OL.

And then we get a shot of a Classic 7/8 JL in the seventies. Where the MMH then splits into several superheroes, including a Chinese Boy-Girl Más and Menos.

And then I woke up.

If there's a book you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. Toni Morrison

The dream I had the other day is absolutely crazy.

So, I was in my apartment's terrace and the neighbour's cat was walking around, something that always happens. The cat runs away, and then I hear something weird from the other side of the wall... voices. Multiple female voices. And some of them are kinda familiar. One of them makes some dumb pun and all the others react badly at it. Now it's a bit too much familiar.

I wait a few minutes until there's nobody else out there to avoid scaring someone, then I go beyond the wall to inspect the neighbours' apartment for proof. The apartment's interior is a weird mishmash of many apartments I've been in my life, like mine and the three different houses my grandparents lived in during my life. And there is a corridor with many doors. This is again very familiar.

I check the doors, but most of them are closed and there's nobody inside. One of the last ones finally opens. It's a kid bedroom. In the corner there are three little girls playing with some videogame. The youngest one haves brown hair and wears glasses and a green turtleneck. Another had blond hair in pigtails, overalls and a backwards red baseball hat. The last one was dressed entirely in black. I was right. The Loud family are my new neighbours.

Then, Lana turns around, notices me and says "Hey, want to play with us, bro?" I'm shocked at her line, and in that moment I turn around and look in the mirror. I was Lincoln. I accepted Lana's invite. They were playing a weird Super Smash Bros./Mario Party fusion with each player taking two characters simultaneously. I picked Simon Belmont and Mewtwo. I'm sure Lana was using Greninja and King K. Rool, don't remember Lisa and Lucy.

Then, the entire setting and story of the dream drastically change. Suddenly I'm a stray chihuahua in an abandoned casino and I'm trying to win 3000 dollars at the Video poker machine to break a curse that afflicts another dog I know that became giant. Then I woke up.

The best character is always the one-shot disguise.

Another apocalyptic dream, this time involving flooding and hurricanes. It's the most common form my nightmares take, where the world is ending or there's no escape, and all I can do is helplessly wait to die.

They/them or she/her

In my dream from last night, the region where my home city is located (Wellington, New Zealand) was nuked.

My family and I were in my Mom's office. (Including our dog.)

Though we weren't in range of the radiation (yet), the shockwave caused the upper half of the building that we were in the fall to the ground.

Somehow, we miraculously all survived. I did have to cling tight to a railing with one hand, while tightly holding onto my dog's tail with the other.

As soon as we got up, my Dad and I went to go find a usable car that could carry our family to the airport for evacuation. Our plan was to just drop everything and leave the country while we still could, before the radiation reached us and doomed us.

My Dad and I were about to obtain a van, and that's where my dream ends.

Last night's dream: My parents and I went to see a local production of a Hanna-Barbera-themed play called Yogi's First Birthday or something like that that was apparently based on a wildly popular Broadway musical in the dream. For some reason the play was being held in a very tiny cafeteria, and my parents and I squished into the packed room and the play soon started.

Very quickly we could see that the production values were not very high because there weren't even any sets and what was there was hokier than Hokey Wolf. There was a prologue where Yogi Bear and Doggie Daddy (who, along with the rest of the non-human Hanna-Barbera characters in the play, were represented by what looked like inflatable balloon-like costumes with (somehow) animated faces) welcomed everyone and Yogi played an opening number on a piano (which I don't remember how it went at this point). Curiously, there didn't actually seem to be anyone inside the costumes.

From this point on, the play and its various acts were just random nonsense that either only tangently related or even didn't relate at all to the premise of throwing Yogi a birthday party like the play's title suggested, and some acts didn't even relate to Hanna-Barbera at all. Among the acts I can remember were:

• Yogi being in a dunk tank at a carnival. I remember that Augie Doggie threw a ball at the target on the dunk tank, missed completely, yet Yogi was dropped into the water anyway.
• An Audience Participation bit where pre-selected members of the audience were brought on stage to play folks auditioning to play the music or sing at Yogi's party. Among them were my dad and Ganondorf. Everyone lip-synced to pre-recorded tracks and music (horribly) rather than actually sing, and my dad didn't even end up playing music or sing at all and instead narrated a very bizarre commercial for some drink featuring sentient snowballs at the North Pole that was playing on a TV overhead.
• A Veggietales segment where Larry the Cucumber played a dad trying to get his rambunctious son to behave so he could go to Yogi's birthday party.
• I woke up before the play actually got to it, but my program said that a later act involved Hilda Hippo discovering that her neighbors that just moved in next door were a satanic cult intending to take over Busytown and having to fight them off with the help of other Busytown residents. (What that had to do with Hanna-Barbera, much less the play's original lighthearted-sounding premise, I have no idea.)

"Lucian, don’t be afraid, we’ll make it through this."

Ok, so I had this weird JTTW/X-men (sorta) dream.

The dream starts with a rock in the top of a mountain exploding, leaving a rock INSIDE the rock there and starting to slide over the mountain, where it perfectly cracks open besides a mother monkey with a kid, where it reveals a baby monkey. The mother monkey then takes the baby home and raises as its own.

Then the scene cuts to some fake X-men taking down some evil guys in China and I’m just there observing the scenery. Fake!Wolverine probably hates me. How did I get in there? Empath powers? And I find a rock perfectly severed in half with a hole in it. Only half of the rock, just like half a boiled egg without the yolk. And then it suddenly does some cool thing like knocking out the bad guys with some sonic wave or something.

And the scene cuts to us back in the fake!X-Mansion explaining the rock to fake!Professor X, who then sends me, a guy who is stuck in a Ambiguously Brown 25-yo girl’s body, a Indian 12-yo Child Prodigy and probably X himself to a mission to undercover the secrets of the rock. And that’s where the thing cuts out.

I think it seems like a neat film idea. I even added several scenes after waking up. If you want to look at them, ask me.

If there's a book you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. Toni Morrison

my dream is basically gay Sol Badguy.
why are dreams such excellent crack fics?

I only remember one element from the dreams I had last night. I was looking at comic strips on a website and came across a very bizarre Garfield comic. It was a Sunday strip where Jon was in a house that was getting progressively worse drawn (and he himself was becoming a sloppily drawn stick figure), and he yelled: "GARFIELD! HELP!" Then Garfield (sitting at a drawing desk ala Duck Amuck) "fixed" the comic; making everything on model but giving everyone and everything ridiculously thick outlines (to the point that they took up half the panels), leaving Jon screaming in frustration as Garfield mugged for the "camera".

"Lucian, don’t be afraid, we’ll make it through this."

Sounds like you've been on r/ImSorryJon a bit too much :P

Edited by KingOfStickers on Nov 1st 2019 at 3:25:03 PM

There was an Evil Counterpart to Superman, but he wasn't Brightburn, Cyborg Superman, Ultraman, or any other character you'd actually think of as an evil superman. Instead, he was a schlubby little dude who had a pillow for a face, was voiced by Danny Devito, and called himself "Superguy." Amazingly, I was the only one who suspected that Superguy wasn't the real Superman.