Weird dreams

I recently took part in a minature train diorama contest in my dreams. My diorama centered on people on a train stuck in a storm or something so they had to start eating each other, and because it was so controversial, I had to break in during the night and set it up without the people arranging it knowing it. The contest was held in the cafeteria above the bath house in the town I grew up in as a kid.

Erik, I have never owned a train model in my life.

I'm just gonna copy/paste this from Troper Tales: All Just a Dream...

I once had a dream I was Shizu from Raidou Kuzunoha Vs The Soulless Army, and it was, ah...the first night on the job, so to speak. It was quite vivid, and not at all cliched. The guy seemed genuinely concerned about the fact that this was her/my first time, and that he was a complete stranger ("Hey, if I was your boyfriend, and I was picking you up or somethin', how'd you want me to do it?"). Then things started getting a little odd, as, for one, it didn't hurt, and since both Shizu and I were expecting it to (we were the same but separate somehow. Dreams get that way), it probably should have. Second, the guy's penis felt much smaller than it looked (and generally, the sense of touch tends to exaggerate things without sight to help it), and it was cold. I woke up just as Shizu/I was asking, "Um, shouldn't you be using a condom?" The guy replied, "Oh, yeah." I remember thinking but not thinking (Shizu was thinking?), "As if he really forgot..." I woke up feeling very wierded-out. (And, in accordance with the trope, "Why am I American?" Weird how of all questions that was the one that popped into my head...) Prolly how Shizu felt after the event in question, too... I think I might be trying too hard to understand some of these characters... *sweatdrop*

...Seriously one of the weirdest dreams I've had in my life.

I just had a dream where I and some kid were trying to escape from Andy Serkiss, who was a mob boss. We were being helped by the woman whose fiance was on drugs from Death at a Funeral. Really fucking surreal.

edited 2nd Apr '09 11:39:50 AM by Moogi

Last night I was trying to fire a steam locomotive with chicken vindaloo curry. It wasn't working too well, so I asked around and found out that I was using too much. Clearly I hadn't quite understood the technique.

And there was something about the chickens, too, but I don't quite remember it.

Quite a while (I think a week.) ago I had a strange dream... The only parts I distinctly remember were that I was in a city that looked more like a Duke Nukem 3D level with all the textures either broken or missing, and the my bottom incisors were either pushed or pulled out. I'm not sure which anymore. I think I may have also been a Khornate Berserker in the middle of a war between Chaos as well...

edited 2nd Apr '09 6:42:41 PM by Bel

I had another weird one last night. Interestingly, it started with TV Tropes. I was going up a rollercoaster (in real life, you couldn't get me on one of those with a mind-control helmet) and thinking about all the different forms of Playing with a Trope for a fictional trope. This trope was apparently about characters with "badass-looking weapons" that "would take a long time to load in real life". Anyway, so I was going up the roller coaster, and it stopped right at the top. Then a bald nurse came up to me and told me I had "a genocide in my skull" that would apparently kill me after a while.

It actually scared me so much it woke me up, but then two minutes later I thought about it again and I was like "what the fuck?"

I have a recurring dream about a movie about the origins of Bugs Bunny.

Well, in said dream, it was a sort of adaptation fail. It completely changed everything about Bugs Bunny. It was sort of a Animated Actors thing, except in this universe, cartoons didn't actually exist - except Bugs Bunny. Because he was ACCEDENTALLY MADE IN A LABORATORY.

And, in the dream, it was one of those super-tease trailers...you know, the ones that are all mysterious and make you want to look up more? It was all these guys in a lab, talking about doing things to a rabbit (MIND OUT OF GUTTER)...like injecting adrenaline and stuff like that. Apparently it was an embryonic rabbit. It was kinda sorta hella creepy. It was all in live action and played totally serious. Then, the part I remember clearest is the sort of 'hint' part at the end before they flash to the date that it's coming out. It has one of the scientists/technicians apparently in a....locker room...for some reason, and the embryonic rabbit is in either a locker, a specimen fridge, or a combination thereof. It's like this tiny, CGI (but convincing CGI) aborted fetus looking rabbit floating in some kind of clear liquid. The scientist looks concerned, so he takes it out of the liquid and begins massaging it so it won't stop breathing (like they do to puppies, I guess...). Then, the rabbit, which I swear was in liquid moments earlier but is now in a container with no liquid (or at least I somehow knew there was no liquid, since now the scientist is holding it) STANDS UP ON TWO LEGS, and the scientist is all 'It can't be...' Then it's just a music beat with him staring at this crazy fetus rabbit in his hand that just stood bipedally. Then, right at the perfect trailerrific moment, the rabbit fetus croaks out in its strained, 'first time talking human talk' voice: "...what's up, doc?..." And then it shows the date. God, describing it to you makes the whole thing flood back...brrrr.

The trailer was apparently a special feature on a dvd, like on the coming soon section. I remember being both excited and scared as butt - not because of the creepy-ass imagery, oh no. It was because I was afraid THEY'D MESS UP BUGS BUNNY CONTINUITY! Hehe, priority fail. I was all like 'I gotta check imdb and see what people think about this sudden 'real life story' plot with the genetic experiments and everything...'

Then, there was a new trailer (you know, when they finally release the full trailer?) which was much less creepy but still weird as frak. It had a part where they showed the fully grown 'Bugs Bunny' coming out of a sewer grate. He apparently escapes from the lab to find his destiny as a star. He was still a CGI, realistic rabbit (almostl ike Live Action Scooby Doo), standing bipedally. The fact he was no longer a fetus made it less creepy, though.

That was the first time I had it. All the other times it would just have someone mention it or show a bit of the trailer or have me write a blog post about it or summin'.

So Yeah. Copypasta'd from msn, so excuse the msn-talk.

~ Pirka

I was somehow following some friends to a night club. I normally hate to do that IRL (I'm not a clubber) and I was annoyed in the dream.

Now, this club has a bar just inside the door. The bar sits on like a balcony overlooking a dance floor ringed with a *gaming arcade* and below that a second balcon-like shelf with tables and chairs.

You get down to the second shelf by climbing a rope ladder *provided by a friend* - you cannot climb on your own. Then, on the second balcony, you are supposed to let a friend tie a rope around your ankle and lower you so you hang upside down. Thats where the dating and drinking takes place. To get to the actual lower floor, you have to... I dont know, I didnt go the usual way.

I got down to the lower-me-down floor by shouting at the manager and getting the emergency ladder, and then I couldnt get further.

Erik

I've taken to keeping a dream diary to keep track of my dreams, which has produced some slightly bizarre results. A couple of my favourites:

I was with a group of people escaping Jurassic Park. We arrived back at civilisation, and some old dude said, "Look out! Over there!" but I said I could only see trees. So he said, "What's behind the trees?" I guessed, "A statue?" and he said, "It's a f**king dinosaur, for f**k's sake! We've only been running from them for the entire f**king movie!" Then we fled into a restaurant, and I wanted to order nachos, but they were off the menu.

Everyone was crossdressing except me, although I did turn into a stuffed toy ferret at one point. It was really weird.

I had a dream I was hosting a talk between Henry Kissinger, Zbigniew Brzezinski and Noam Chomsky on US conduct during the Cold War.

Only Kissinger was a zombie, and screwed off the top of Chomsky's head and started eating his brains. Brzezinski saw all this, yet kept droning on about Indonesia. It was delightfully surreal.

I was once dreaming that I heard a beautiful symphony. When I woke up, I saw my friend answering her cellphone, but I quickly went back to sleep. The next morning, I asked my friend to "Play your cellphone ringtone again, it's so pretty" . She did, and it was the most annoying and repetitive piece of music ever...

Oh, yeah! Got to help Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert save the world from slave traders and general corruption last night! We had a time machine/limo and we sat crosslegged in a kindergarten-circle with the bad guys and everything!

Do a little dance, mm, mm! 'Cause I kick ass.

edited 2nd May '09 9:42:52 AM by FurikoMaru

I once dreamt that my college was overrun by shadowy beasts, while everyone (student or staff) was wielding magical Emphathic Weapons to beat them up with the power of magic, persistency and the Power of Friendship.

One of the monsters is a blob with a hand that throws jelly. Edible ones. That somehow hurts.

the weirdest dream I can recall is that I was going to like a training obstacle course for the X-men but for some reason we had to wear rocket powered rollar blades the entire time. And it was inside a factory that was pure white on the inside. We were also essentially playing tag with Wolverine. So said recruits had to skate our way through a maze of stuff even though there was no need for skates at all! Because we were going through monkey bars and pipes and and having to climb up or down them .. and I think the ninja turtles made a guest star appearane. also recruit uniforms were oddly like the Foot's. @__@ I haven't eaten ramen before bed since.

I had the weirdest dream last night. I'm watching the first Evil Dead movie right now, only about halfway through, and I dreamed an alternate ending to it: Ash figured out how to use the little charm he gave to his girlfriend in a ritual to "purify" the Necronomicon. He then used it's power to blast away the remaining deadites and various evil spirits in a staggering special effects display that the original movie would never have had the budget for, before driving off into the sunset in a red sports car that was just inexplicably there.

What I really remember about this dream, however, was the design on the cover of the good Necronomicon (the Naturom Angelico?). It was solid white, with a solid black border and in the corner there was a monogram of a skull in profile, wearing a crown, with a laurel wreath under it. It was pretty cool, I didn't know my subconscious could come up with such a neat design...

@Dire Sloth: I'd watch that.

OK, so I just had this weird dream where I was accepted for a bursary worth a lot of money. Thing is, I was "nominated" for this bursary by Zero, of all people. Also, the amount I had received kept changing between $127,000 and $300,000. What was weirder was that, in my dream, I think that I may have been Zero, which could have gotten me in trouble due to fraud, which makes no sense since I'd never heard of being nominated for a bursary until then, and didn't I still have a rebellion to fight? Then I went to my mom and told her that I'd need a second bank account to keep the money in, then I woke up.

That's what you get for thinking to much about university before bed.

edited 4th May '09 1:11:59 PM by Little_Serge

Oh, yeah! Got to help Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert save the world from slave traders and general corruption last night! We had a time machine/limo and we sat crosslegged in a kindergarten-circle with the bad guys and everything!

Make it a musical and you've got my $9.50.

Tonight I was employed by Scrooge Mc Duck (who was human but dressed as he usually is plus pants, and played by Sean Connery) to guard a maple forest of his. Magica de Spell (played by Sophia Loren) wanted to do something with the forest and tried to trick me she was a squirrel inspector. I saw through her clever disguise, as the song goes, but couldn't interfer because I was an observer from another reality.

Then I was swamped by rabid squirrels and woke up.

Erik

I was in a narrated movie/videogame cutscene where a group of presumably counter terrorists stormed a house, while I followed the on that was left at the rear to cover the back, and shoot baddies who kept coming. The narration explained different situations, like civilians joining in on the fight and how you shouldn't shoot them. In the end, the character also shot the terrorist leader behind the ear under the guise of truce negotiation.

This is one of the few “playing a videogame” dreams that was really, really unusual enough to remember and write down. The game was something resembling Megaman Battle Network, except I had a party rather than just one guy and the characters (and possibly setting) were all new. Then again, 4-6 had something similar to party members and 5 had an actual party for some parts, so whatever. I had just finished the arc of a villain who I believe was named Joe or something, and all I remember is that it involved him using a camera. Anyways, the main character and his brother (currently the only party members) were talking in a cutscene and the brother mentioned it was a shame that he had to be put in jail here in Denver, Bronco rather than Denver, Greece (No, I know neither of those are even a real place, nor does the statement make any sense, nor do I have any opinion about any city named Denver. But I somehow remember that sentence specifically and that’s what he said), because he was guaranteed to be able to break out. On cue, a female NPC (who, since she seemed to have some sort of combat ability and personality but a guide had mentioned wouldn’t ever be a party member, I assumed was gonna get kidnapped at some point) ran up and declared that Joe had escaped and was making a stand at the Mayor’s office. Well, we all dashed off to stop him—me, my brother, her, and our dog who I’m pretty sure somehow knew exactly what was going on despite being a dog. I somehow manage to skip all random encounters in the level through some mechanic or other, so it takes thirty seconds to get to where the villain is. He’s tall and has a camera. He starts rambling about how he just committed a murder (presumably of the mayor) which means even if we get him we’ll never be able to take that away, then he flees inside. We chase him and end up on the roof, all five of us. There’s now a standoff and after some shouting we all begin taking swings at him. Literally. The woman runs up and tries to hit him; he dodges; the dog bites him, then I punch him, then the woman punches him, then my brother punches him. All in cutscene form. At this point he decides to start fighting back, so the view switches to the combat screen. Suddenly Joe is fat, by which I mean “Boomer-level fat”. He walks up to the woman (no control yet) and jumps on top of her and… she doesn’t just get squished, she melts, turns into a horrid puddle with the same color composition that her sprite originally had, which spreads out for about five feet each direction before disappearing. At this point I (from a player perspective) am literally shouting “What the hell” at my screen, to no avail. Anyways, control returns, and apparently combat is a side-scrolling beat-em-up. Me and my brother run up to him and start punching at him; every second punch knocks him back, and after a few seconds we’ve pushed him off the roof of the building. There’s may’ve been a splat or a crunch or some sound effect, but I woke up immediately after that.

So yeah. Rather dark for something I immediately initially associated with the Battle Network series.

I dreamt I lived in a literal glass house, and was turned into a freak show attraction.

I had an odd dream.

I had this weapon. It was like a revolver, but I guess it was based on the Gunblade in my dream. Anyway, instead of a actual blade, it had a Lightsaber blade. I don't know if it could still fire bullets, I... woke up before I could actually use it.

Since then, I've been trying to recreate the idea of this weapon in my mind. It was just so cool.

Unusual one last night. First, I’m at some sort of big party, only this is a themed party and apparently the theme is “Multiplayer Deathmatch”. So all of us are running around in what must’ve been either virtual reality or a sophisticated version of laser tag, “shooting” everyone else. At one point someone suggested that if I was gonna fight people far away (which included her at the moment) I ought to switch weapons to the sniper shotgun. Yes, a sniper shotgun. I did so, and it worked impressively at first, but with every victim it seemed to do less and less damage, until eventually it wasn’t even scratching people with a direct hit at close or long range. I should also note that there was no actual gun, just my hand held in a gun shape; to engage the scope I pumped my middle finger, and to fire I pushed down my thumb like a trigger. I should note that at the time I was at the top of an escalator, of which there was one in each direction and a set of stairs, like in a mall, and I hung out about there for most of the fight. Anyways, during the time that my gun was degrading people who weren’t with our group were passing through our area (mostly via the escalator) and being annoyed as I tried to “shoot” them and yelled at them for not being dead. Anyways, at the point where I shot a player point blank twice without killing him (remember, it was also a shotgun), I got fed up and decided to quit and go to the other side of the facility. Here there were a bunch of people in a theater-like room who I think were just finishing watching a movie. Everyone had been given a playing card, but a lot of the cards were untraditional and more at home in a MTG deck. Seeing how upset everyone was about that, I bought all the cards off them at $4 a piece, at which point dream logic morphed them all into Magic cards, and then I realized that they were mostly upset with not having the choice and I could just sell them the cards back. So I started an auction in the room, planning to auction every single card in turn, starting price $4. This was very ironic because apparently the whole event was sponsored by or run by (forget which) a subsidiary of ebay and I specifically mentioned I was doing a plain “ebay style” auction (which, by the way, I wasn’t; this was a traditional style auction). Somehow they amazed me by buying the first card, which I didn’t even think was very good, for $90, which almost made up everything I’d paid for the stack right there. The next two went ok, and then I had the misfortune of misplacing the deck when I set it down to hand someone the card they won. Luckily though, I spotted in the corner a small box of Magic cards I own which I’d apparently been storing in this theater for some reason, and decided I could sell those instead. Noone disagreed. Visions of making a fortune danced around my head as I woke up.

Side note: I own a bunch of MTG cards, bought in bulk as a gift by either my mom or grandmom or both (I forget), but other than looking at them and organizing them into decks I’ve never had any opportunity to play them with anyone. I’ve tried organizing them to sell for profit several times, since after buying in bulk they’re clearly worth a lot more if I separate them into the different rarities, but the sheer volume of cards has stopped me every time.

I had a videogame dream once.

Okay, I'm in Wal-Mart, and I'm apparently engaging in some Stealth Based Gameplay. Unfortunately, I suck at that kind of game, so I kept walking right into people while tiptoing around the clothing racks. None of them were armed or particularly interested in me, but they wore black, so they had to be up to no good.

Thankfully, I had my MK22, with which I fired tranquilizers at everybody. Mostly so they would not tell anybody about the drugged-up unconscious guards/shoppers lying around everywhere. I stopped to check my inventory, but all I had was a Phantom Of The Opera mask and a toy plastic lightsaber (Wal-Mart is a bad place for procuring equipment on-site).

Eventually, it was painfully obvious that everyone knew I was in the building, so I made a mad dash for the exit. Aaaaand that is where my brain lost interest.

edited 10th May '09 7:58:30 PM by mrsaturn