Not exactly a dream, but I feel asleep on the couch watching Youtube science videos on my television. I woke up an hour or so later to an emergency warning sound, and my t.v. informing me that a nuclear attack against the United States was underway. I spent a good minute groggily trying to figure out who it was that had launched, and how much time was left, and what did Trump say that started this, before I realized that Youtube had moved on to playing a list of emergency broadcast videos.
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Metzger MeisterIt Gets Worsebefore it gets any better.Registered Userregular
I keep having bad dreams about the house I grew up in. Not, like, nightmares exactly, but sad dreams. We moved out of that house when I was probably about 16 or 17.
I pull into the driveway and look at the big old pine tree that was in the front yard until a storm blew it down a couple years ago. I drove past the house after it happened to show my husband where I grew up and it looked so naked and empty.
It's a split level, so when you walk inside the first thing you see is stairs up and stairs down. The basement is dark. I never go down there in the dream even though that's where I spent most of my time, either on the computer or playing videogames.
I go upstairs, and all my family's new furniture is there, in my old house. The comfy old fabric southwestern pattern sofa is instead the sleek modern black leather we have now. The old massive wooden console tv has been replaced by a flat screen in an entertainment center. Our new dog sleeps on the floor where our old dog did. I can't make sense of anything. I don't go into my old room. It's not my room any more.
I go into the garage and light a cigarette, a habit I only picked up years after we'd moved out. I look around. My dad's old cat George is sleeping on a pile of old rags in the corner, probably tired from hunting mice. George died a couple years ago. He was 18.
Everything about the house is wrong. Not the structure or anything but it just feels wrong like I'm invading the space even though in the dream my family clearly lives there.
I've had this same dream a couple times in the past week and it leaves me feeling so hollow and broken when I wake up and I don't know why.
I dunno if we're super into dream analysis in this thread but I know your stepdad is sick, brushes with mortality can make you both want to be younger and sad because you know that's gone
after my illness in November I've had a bunch of dreams where I'm a lot younger and my parents are still together and healthy but they always feel vaguely ominous and sad for no reason I can see within the dream
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MayabirdPecking at the keyboardRegistered Userregular
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I don't have recurring dreams, but I do have a recurring dream template:
1) Something very bad is about to happen/just happened.
2) Somehow I'm in charge of preventing/fixing the problem.
3) I am completely, utterly inadequate for the job.
Usually it's sci-fi themed because that's how my brain rolls. The details are always different, but I recognize the template when I wake up.
The most recent instance of this was where a small conspiracy of people did something very, very verboten, as in "the most powerful ancient civilization in the known universe will annihilate you if you even attempt to do this shit," though they did it to prevent a chain reaction that would collapse galactic civilization and kill [insert incredibly large number] of beings and lead to a dark age that would last millions of years and all that. Just saying, there was a very good reason they did it, but the Ancients are implacable (they've waited millions of years for dark ages to end before and they'll do it again) and would probably erase the entire solar system where this space-time shenanigan happened just to make sure no one else would do it, killing tens of billions of innocents who just happened to be in the wrong place when some people did the worst thing for the best reason.
This is where I came in.
The Ancients, supposedly, have a very few times pulled their punches. They show up, do some token destruction, then leave without everything in that region of space becoming thinly spread cooling atoms at best. We (yeah, I was in that conspiracy) had a theory...or maybe a hypothesis...that those weren't actually the Ancients but just someone impersonating them. Everyone needs to know very well that the Ancients will get them if they do *bad thing* but maybe it doesn't matter if they actually do or not so long as they're seen and recorded doing it.
I drew the short straw. I was on the cleanup crew. I borrowed a ship from the second-most-powerful polity in the known universe, had them disguise it as an Ancient ship, and after the rest of the conspiracy saved the galaxy, it was my job to blow them up along with some space habitats and other things around. Make a quick and almost immediate smiting as a demonstration, then leave. I would be killing millions including the rest of the group, in the hopes that maybe I would save billions, but we weren't sure this would even work. I might just be murdering people horribly before even more murdering occurs.
Dream 1: the influences on this one are really obvious, but it doesn't make it pleasant
I have to escape from somewhere that's sort of a prison camp with a dude i know but I can't really stand. We made some sort of spear gun out of garbage and this dude's crutch. One of his arms and one of his legs were broken, so it was slow going, but we are almost out.
There's one guard left. It's one of my friends from high school. And there's no way to sneak past him. The spear gun broke when I tried to shoot him. I'm going to have to strangle him with a bow string. I spent a lot of time working myself up for it, and start to strangle him, and wake up right when he dies.
Went to Choir Practice
Sang a duet with a fun cute person.
Asked them out for karaoke, while waiting for the public bus to get to our stop.
Got rejected, but it was fine.
It was extremely rainy outside and I was also watching for ghosts.
That was a neat dream
I don't know who Chuck Liddell is but last night i had a dream where he was sitting at a table next to me and all i could think about was @I'd Fuck Chuck Liddell Up and I was consumed by guilt because of it.
Edit: maybe that guy doesn't exist anymore.
It's just pure chaos, skies made out of acid and oceans composed of lava and smoke; nothing makes sense and there's an overwhelming urge to create some kind of bricks or structure, but it always crumbles in my hands.
Right now, I can feel that same sensation of chaos and pain, but I'm awake.
It totally fucking sucks because the fear of sleep grips me, holds me and I just ... can't.
F'ing brain
I had a bad weekend but I badly went to sleep on Monday and my brain thought there was that black cat I dream about often in the house attempting to crawl out the window which was closed
But I woke up scrambling for a light and saw a broke a part of my glasses yay
Thank you brain
Every night I have a dream I sleep through my alarm clock and it ruins whatever event was going on that day.
Last night, I was too busying designing a chainsaw-windmill home defense system for defending against zombies when I got the call from my boss, "Where are you and what are you doing?" and my response was, "Ma'am, I'm designing 6,000 RPMs of zombie genocide." and she just whispers, "Shit, that's awesome."
So last night I dreamed that I took my ladyfriend and her kids to a department store. Her son got hit by a cart so she rushed him into the bathroom because he was covered on blood.
No worries though. he was fine and turned into a duck.
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Andy JoeWe claim the land for the highlord!The AdirondacksRegistered Userregular
I'm watching a movie. In the opening scene, an undercover police officer gets set up and arrested.
Then, I'm in the movie. I'm undercover now, and the same thing starts happening to me. The bad guys taunt me, but I say the movie's nearly done and they'll all be dead in less than half an hour, which shuts them up.
I get walked through the back entrance of a museum gift shop, and then through an empty art gallery. I get the distinct sense an exhibit is being set up and this area is off-limits to the general public.
We exit outside into a fountain square. Suddenly, a tiger appears atop the fountain! It kills the bad guys and then chases me. I run for my life, nearly getting caught, but make my way back through the gallery into a dining hall, where there's a door to a bathroom. I run inside and lock it.
The door has a transparent glass window, and I keep a lookout for the tiger. A bunch of people suddenly start walking through by the door, including my parents and my sister. I open the door and ask if the tiger's still around. They laugh and say it's been taken care of.
Curious, I walk back out into the gallery area, where I find the tiger asleep, having given birth to dozens of tiger cubs who are also sleeping around it. The cubs are all the different colors of the rainbow, and are arranged on the ground so that their colors fade and transition into each other.
Had a dream last night that I was in this weird race competition thingy. We were at the top of this hill and had to run to a location at the bottom where someone was holding envelopes with keys to a bunch of vehicles in them, like some sort of Top Gear challenge. You could pick the envelope but they weren't labeled so you didn't know which vehicle you'd get. I got lucky because, like half of them were stick-shift but I got an automatic off-roader. We then had to take the cars on this cross-country race with weird traps and obstacles and shit. Trying to wreck each others' vehicles was encouraged.
I think I witnessed the next PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds
i could not in good conscience participate, but i would totally participate in that gameshow cross-country derby.
my dream yesterday had me screamingly angry at the beau. as in, yelling out a window at him about his hypothetical future girlfriend, flinging clothing around to loud music, the whole nine. don't even know why i was furious, i think we had some kind of argument? i know what the tension was symbolic of, thankfully -- it's usually pretty clear when my dreams are my subconscious putting on an emotional mummery.
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Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
Ok, I just had the weirdest dream.
I was in a grocery store. And there were a lot of regular people in there. The regular people were all cartoons, and we were trying to avoid buying things that were Nazi goods. And then the Nazis showed up, and they were real but very clearly stereotypical Southern Racists and kept talking about the racial superiority of their candles.
So I walked up to a group of them that was harassing this one person and I flipped their candles so hard that I woke up to the sound of crashing dishes because I had just slammed my hand down on the television tray next to my bed and flipped a bowl I had made broth in earlier, the plate it was on, and some utensils.
It was a very vivid, very weird dream. Now to find a Joseph who can interpret it for me.
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
I was in a grocery store. And there were a lot of regular people in there. The regular people were all cartoons, and we were trying to avoid buying things that were Nazi goods. And then the Nazis showed up, and they were real but very clearly stereotypical Southern Racists and kept talking about the racial superiority of their candles.
So I walked up to a group of them that was harassing this one person and I flipped their candles so hard that I woke up to the sound of crashing dishes because I had just slammed my hand down on the television tray next to my bed and flipped a bowl I had made broth in earlier, the plate it was on, and some utensils.
It was a very vivid, very weird dream. Now to find a Joseph who can interpret it for me.
Hi, I'm a Joseph.
The meaning of your dream is that you don't like the white supremacist, Nazi movement going on right now, both the people and the companies and organizations enabling them and you want to do something to stop them from harassing people.
I was watching Netflix with my mum and this show called Titan Love came on.
It was a movie about giant robots, but it was actually porn.
Just these giant robots with their dongs out. I remember two dongs in particular, one was like a flaccid human penis badly drawn on, the other was a majestic mechanical robo-boner.
I had a dream in which I learnt to open portals which would erupt on surfaces as lights of pulsating turquoise and orange. The portals would lead into some weird Fade-like dreamspace in which I would float over skeletons and drop single tears down on their skulls. The really weird part was that my dream-self was utterly convinced that this was somehow in reference to the Fresh Prince of Bel Air lyrics.
Oh well, the dream ended with me emerging from this magical realm, mystically altered.
yo this is the story all about how
my life got flipped, turned upside down
I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you all about how I graced the skulls of the deceased with a single teardrop from my shimmering eye
This morning I had an interesting dream phenomenon where I was partly awake, but still somewhat paralyzed from the night's sleep.
During this moment of paralysis I remember hearing the faint, background ambient noise of the household fade away to nothing over the course of a few seconds... then an extremely loudBANG!
The loud noise was a hallucination, the background noise was not. I was aware of it at the time, it was just somewhat amusing to "hear my ears" gradually tune out the surrounding noise, then come back with such a loud explosion. Someone in the audio department must have been having a bad day :P
Had a dream where it was kind of like modern times, but with some fantasy elements. Namely in that the other races were the big, strong monsters like minotaurs and orcs. Humans in that world were seen as a weak race and could end up as food if they weren't careful when out in public. This was evident when a Costco shopping trip devolved into a madcap race back to the exit through an adjacent Ikea trying to escape a trap. At some point I pissed off the god who had been "protecting" humanity when I didn't do his stupid dance before trying to draw on his power so he got angry and smashed a parallel world into ours, forcibly merging them. Only the parallel world was one of I guess jungle fantasy, with huge jungles across the world (and lots of dangerous creatures), fantasy races, and ancient ruins pockmarked everywhere. Now combine that with elements of the modern world and you've got the new world humanity was destined to be fucked by. Oh, and the other races were now pissed off that humanity "caused" the mess but they were already interested in eating us so fuck 'em.
The dream didn't really go anywhere, but it turned out the inhabitants of the parallel world regarded everyone new as food, unless they showed strength to respect. And one thing humanity had in spades in this new world that they didn't in the old was access to magic. Turns out the god who had been "protecting" us had blocked us from being able to use magic, otherwise we wouldn't be dependent on him. By combining two worlds in his tantrum though he had lost that authority and bam we could now be mages.
I think at the end I had helped to make allies with some of the tribal dwarves, who you did not want to fuck with because they were like trap door spiders in that if you walked above one of their tunnels they could then yank you down through the ground with stoneshaping and you'd never be seen again, and got permission to enter a massive ruin they guarded with a tower stretching into the sky that might or might not have reached to the realm of the gods themselves, if you could overcome the incredible dangers. Who knows, I got 1/4 of the way through and was fending off goblin mummy swarms when I woke up.
Oh, and the trap door dwarves could also be piranhas in large numbers. By which I mean they'd come flying out of the ground in large numbers to devour a hapless group then dive back into their tunnels leaving a bloody mess.
Another reason no one wanted to ever fuck with them.
I dreamed that I took my two oldest nieces (11 and 9) to see a brand new sequel to The Little Mermaid. But something had gone very wrong at Disney and they were turning it into a horror franchise. So Prince Eric got eaten by cannibals while on a voyage, and Ariel found out when his lower body washed ashore (only his legs remained, I see what you did there subconscious). She swore vengeance and fashioned his femur bones into knives, and then used them to cut out the eyes of Flounder in order to force his latent psionic oracle powers to finally manifest so he could track the killers. There was a musical number while she did her grisly work. The only line that came through clearly in the dream was "This will help me pursue my kill / It will hurt less if you stay still!"
My nieces were like "we can never let our younger siblings know of this. This would destroy them." But I knew that all the younger kids had already heard, so I hatched a plan to make our own fake Little Mermaid sequel, and we went to the arts and crafts store to buy materials for sock puppets.
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Was hanging out playing video games and stuff with a bunch of friends. It was a big LAN party or something which was cool but also something I haven't done in over a decade. But then it was time for dinner and so everyone gathered around a big, circular table loaded up with fancy desserts and plates loaded up with all sorts of meats (perfectly grilled), and some other stuff too, but it was a LAN party so mainly meat and sugar. And as we're all gathering around and admiring the spread, Weird Al Yankovic emerges from the crowd and says it looks absolutely amazing and he asks, could lead us in prayer before we eat? No one objects. So, Weird Al brings his hands together and then opens his arms wide, palms up, smiling happily while saying, "I offer this meal up to you, gods, in exchange for a warning. If you still live, then surrender. But if you are dead, then cry out, and be avenged." And then the food caught fire and started screaming. Weird Al stood there, smiling, and I did not feel fear, but felt honored and humbled that I was even in his presence.
Without going into all the details, suffice to say I was back in college; I had a mac powerbook laptop and there was dark wood furniture in my room. There weren't many people around. My parents and brother were visiting.
The most interesting part about the dream to me was that there was a small mountain just outside the campus with a sand dune leading up one face. I knew I had been up that mountain before, in another dream. I don't even know if this is true, but in my dream, although I was unaware I was dreaming, I knew I had traveled that specific place in another dream state. Somehow I understood that what I was experiencing was special, outside the ordinary, and it was only in another similar outside-the-ordinary state that that place was reachable. I knew what I would find if I traveled up the sand dune: a forest with ponds and rivers, atop the mountain ridge. Somehow knowing that this place was there, the very act of recognition, brought me satisfaction within the dream.
It's always interesting to me when dreams reference other dreams.
I still keep a pad of paper and a pen by my bed, so that when I think I'm having a brilliant idea just as I fall asleep, or wake up with one in the middle of the night, I can scribble it down, look at it in the morning, and recognize that it's actually a bunch of nonsense, so I won't be haunted by the sensation of having forgotten something that seemed important at the time. I have also, for the last three weeks, been trying a new sleeping medication.
This morning my notepad bore the following:
"what if popeye dick like his forearms
all skinny on the top but thick on the bottom?
the spinach makes lava shoot out"
And then there was a helpful illustration that looks kind of like a bowling pin.
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I threw a piece of snack at an adorable critter but an asshole lion came out from the bushes instead and ate me, i think my brain couldn't process my death so everything turned black with my mind going "oh shit i'm dead, oh shit" for a while
that dream was bizarre. my brother and I lived in some kind of attic with every object I vaguely remember from my entire life. like even things like store front Christmas decorations? then I even opened a drawer and found some like cheap chocolate in the shape of a clown that I think I might have eaten 26 years ago...
I dreamt today I was walking past a sauna and there was a forumer sitting inside there. They were naked so I didn't want to go in there too. But then I saw them talking to Richard Nixon and I really wanted to enter because I would've loved to talk to Nixon.
I had a dream where I had a pet cthulhu monster (about the size of a large pony) and I was a private detective and it was my assistant. It had the smooth, translucent, wet skin of a cave lizard, 4 tiny red beady eyes like a spider, a squid beak, big ol' wings that looked like dimetrodon fins, 6 tentacles for legs and 2 tiny little T-rex arms with which it held its pencil and notepad. It also wore a monocle over one eye, I guess it picked it up from humans.
I have no idea what mystery we were set out to solve, but it was in some Aztec ruins and the whole time we were there my Elder God friend was telling me anecdotes about how the Aztecs painted all kinds of weird shit on their walls to troll future humans.
I dreamt today I was walking past a sauna and there was a forumer sitting inside there. They were naked so I didn't want to go in there too. But then I saw them talking to Richard Nixon and I really wanted to enter because I would've loved to talk to Nixon.
I had a dream that i installed bitcoin mining software on the computers at work. The software then caused the computers to fail, which in turn caused the plant to shut down (fail-safe). I was desperately trying to figure out how to erase the software from the computers before it was discovered.
Then i woke up and had one of those "oh thank fuck that wasnt real" moments
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I pull into the driveway and look at the big old pine tree that was in the front yard until a storm blew it down a couple years ago. I drove past the house after it happened to show my husband where I grew up and it looked so naked and empty.
It's a split level, so when you walk inside the first thing you see is stairs up and stairs down. The basement is dark. I never go down there in the dream even though that's where I spent most of my time, either on the computer or playing videogames.
I go upstairs, and all my family's new furniture is there, in my old house. The comfy old fabric southwestern pattern sofa is instead the sleek modern black leather we have now. The old massive wooden console tv has been replaced by a flat screen in an entertainment center. Our new dog sleeps on the floor where our old dog did. I can't make sense of anything. I don't go into my old room. It's not my room any more.
I go into the garage and light a cigarette, a habit I only picked up years after we'd moved out. I look around. My dad's old cat George is sleeping on a pile of old rags in the corner, probably tired from hunting mice. George died a couple years ago. He was 18.
Everything about the house is wrong. Not the structure or anything but it just feels wrong like I'm invading the space even though in the dream my family clearly lives there.
I've had this same dream a couple times in the past week and it leaves me feeling so hollow and broken when I wake up and I don't know why.
after my illness in November I've had a bunch of dreams where I'm a lot younger and my parents are still together and healthy but they always feel vaguely ominous and sad for no reason I can see within the dream
1) Something very bad is about to happen/just happened.
2) Somehow I'm in charge of preventing/fixing the problem.
3) I am completely, utterly inadequate for the job.
Usually it's sci-fi themed because that's how my brain rolls. The details are always different, but I recognize the template when I wake up.
The most recent instance of this was where a small conspiracy of people did something very, very verboten, as in "the most powerful ancient civilization in the known universe will annihilate you if you even attempt to do this shit," though they did it to prevent a chain reaction that would collapse galactic civilization and kill [insert incredibly large number] of beings and lead to a dark age that would last millions of years and all that. Just saying, there was a very good reason they did it, but the Ancients are implacable (they've waited millions of years for dark ages to end before and they'll do it again) and would probably erase the entire solar system where this space-time shenanigan happened just to make sure no one else would do it, killing tens of billions of innocents who just happened to be in the wrong place when some people did the worst thing for the best reason.
This is where I came in.
The Ancients, supposedly, have a very few times pulled their punches. They show up, do some token destruction, then leave without everything in that region of space becoming thinly spread cooling atoms at best. We (yeah, I was in that conspiracy) had a theory...or maybe a hypothesis...that those weren't actually the Ancients but just someone impersonating them. Everyone needs to know very well that the Ancients will get them if they do *bad thing* but maybe it doesn't matter if they actually do or not so long as they're seen and recorded doing it.
I drew the short straw. I was on the cleanup crew. I borrowed a ship from the second-most-powerful polity in the known universe, had them disguise it as an Ancient ship, and after the rest of the conspiracy saved the galaxy, it was my job to blow them up along with some space habitats and other things around. Make a quick and almost immediate smiting as a demonstration, then leave. I would be killing millions including the rest of the group, in the hopes that maybe I would save billions, but we weren't sure this would even work. I might just be murdering people horribly before even more murdering occurs.
It was pretty dark.
The last two are sticking out
Dream 1: the influences on this one are really obvious, but it doesn't make it pleasant
I have to escape from somewhere that's sort of a prison camp with a dude i know but I can't really stand. We made some sort of spear gun out of garbage and this dude's crutch. One of his arms and one of his legs were broken, so it was slow going, but we are almost out.
There's one guard left. It's one of my friends from high school. And there's no way to sneak past him. The spear gun broke when I tried to shoot him. I'm going to have to strangle him with a bow string. I spent a lot of time working myself up for it, and start to strangle him, and wake up right when he dies.
Sang a duet with a fun cute person.
Asked them out for karaoke, while waiting for the public bus to get to our stop.
Got rejected, but it was fine.
It was extremely rainy outside and I was also watching for ghosts.
That was a neat dream
Edit: maybe that guy doesn't exist anymore.
It's just pure chaos, skies made out of acid and oceans composed of lava and smoke; nothing makes sense and there's an overwhelming urge to create some kind of bricks or structure, but it always crumbles in my hands.
Right now, I can feel that same sensation of chaos and pain, but I'm awake.
It totally fucking sucks because the fear of sleep grips me, holds me and I just ... can't.
I had a bad weekend but I badly went to sleep on Monday and my brain thought there was that black cat I dream about often in the house attempting to crawl out the window which was closed
But I woke up scrambling for a light and saw a broke a part of my glasses yay
Thank you brain
Last night, I was too busying designing a chainsaw-windmill home defense system for defending against zombies when I got the call from my boss, "Where are you and what are you doing?" and my response was, "Ma'am, I'm designing 6,000 RPMs of zombie genocide." and she just whispers, "Shit, that's awesome."
No worries though. he was fine and turned into a duck.
Then, I'm in the movie. I'm undercover now, and the same thing starts happening to me. The bad guys taunt me, but I say the movie's nearly done and they'll all be dead in less than half an hour, which shuts them up.
I get walked through the back entrance of a museum gift shop, and then through an empty art gallery. I get the distinct sense an exhibit is being set up and this area is off-limits to the general public.
We exit outside into a fountain square. Suddenly, a tiger appears atop the fountain! It kills the bad guys and then chases me. I run for my life, nearly getting caught, but make my way back through the gallery into a dining hall, where there's a door to a bathroom. I run inside and lock it.
The door has a transparent glass window, and I keep a lookout for the tiger. A bunch of people suddenly start walking through by the door, including my parents and my sister. I open the door and ask if the tiger's still around. They laugh and say it's been taken care of.
Curious, I walk back out into the gallery area, where I find the tiger asleep, having given birth to dozens of tiger cubs who are also sleeping around it. The cubs are all the different colors of the rainbow, and are arranged on the ground so that their colors fade and transition into each other.
Fin
I think I witnessed the next PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds
my dream yesterday had me screamingly angry at the beau. as in, yelling out a window at him about his hypothetical future girlfriend, flinging clothing around to loud music, the whole nine. don't even know why i was furious, i think we had some kind of argument? i know what the tension was symbolic of, thankfully -- it's usually pretty clear when my dreams are my subconscious putting on an emotional mummery.
I was in a grocery store. And there were a lot of regular people in there. The regular people were all cartoons, and we were trying to avoid buying things that were Nazi goods. And then the Nazis showed up, and they were real but very clearly stereotypical Southern Racists and kept talking about the racial superiority of their candles.
So I walked up to a group of them that was harassing this one person and I flipped their candles so hard that I woke up to the sound of crashing dishes because I had just slammed my hand down on the television tray next to my bed and flipped a bowl I had made broth in earlier, the plate it was on, and some utensils.
It was a very vivid, very weird dream. Now to find a Joseph who can interpret it for me.
Hi, I'm a Joseph.
The meaning of your dream is that you don't like the white supremacist, Nazi movement going on right now, both the people and the companies and organizations enabling them and you want to do something to stop them from harassing people.
So, uh, join the club.
I was watching Netflix with my mum and this show called Titan Love came on.
It was a movie about giant robots, but it was actually porn.
Just these giant robots with their dongs out. I remember two dongs in particular, one was like a flaccid human penis badly drawn on, the other was a majestic mechanical robo-boner.
I woke myself up from laughing.
Oh well, the dream ended with me emerging from this magical realm, mystically altered.
my life got flipped, turned upside down
I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you all about how I graced the skulls of the deceased with a single teardrop from my shimmering eye
During this moment of paralysis I remember hearing the faint, background ambient noise of the household fade away to nothing over the course of a few seconds... then an extremely loudBANG!
The loud noise was a hallucination, the background noise was not. I was aware of it at the time, it was just somewhat amusing to "hear my ears" gradually tune out the surrounding noise, then come back with such a loud explosion. Someone in the audio department must have been having a bad day :P
The dream didn't really go anywhere, but it turned out the inhabitants of the parallel world regarded everyone new as food, unless they showed strength to respect. And one thing humanity had in spades in this new world that they didn't in the old was access to magic. Turns out the god who had been "protecting" us had blocked us from being able to use magic, otherwise we wouldn't be dependent on him. By combining two worlds in his tantrum though he had lost that authority and bam we could now be mages.
I think at the end I had helped to make allies with some of the tribal dwarves, who you did not want to fuck with because they were like trap door spiders in that if you walked above one of their tunnels they could then yank you down through the ground with stoneshaping and you'd never be seen again, and got permission to enter a massive ruin they guarded with a tower stretching into the sky that might or might not have reached to the realm of the gods themselves, if you could overcome the incredible dangers. Who knows, I got 1/4 of the way through and was fending off goblin mummy swarms when I woke up.
Another reason no one wanted to ever fuck with them.
My nieces were like "we can never let our younger siblings know of this. This would destroy them." But I knew that all the younger kids had already heard, so I hatched a plan to make our own fake Little Mermaid sequel, and we went to the arts and crafts store to buy materials for sock puppets.
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Without going into all the details, suffice to say I was back in college; I had a mac powerbook laptop and there was dark wood furniture in my room. There weren't many people around. My parents and brother were visiting.
The most interesting part about the dream to me was that there was a small mountain just outside the campus with a sand dune leading up one face. I knew I had been up that mountain before, in another dream. I don't even know if this is true, but in my dream, although I was unaware I was dreaming, I knew I had traveled that specific place in another dream state. Somehow I understood that what I was experiencing was special, outside the ordinary, and it was only in another similar outside-the-ordinary state that that place was reachable. I knew what I would find if I traveled up the sand dune: a forest with ponds and rivers, atop the mountain ridge. Somehow knowing that this place was there, the very act of recognition, brought me satisfaction within the dream.
It's always interesting to me when dreams reference other dreams.
"So, where were you last Tuesday?"
"Tuesday? Tuesday I was at work all day."
"Hmmm. Well you see, you're being accused of drowning a squid. We have a witness."
"Drowning...... a squid?"
"SIR I NEED YOU TO COOPERATE THIS IS A VERY SERIOUS CHARGE!"
Squid puns are surprisingly hard to come up with. Maybe if I had more of a spine I wouldn't be so hesitant to wet my beak, as it were.
That's a sucker's bet.
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This morning my notepad bore the following:
"what if popeye dick like his forearms
all skinny on the top but thick on the bottom?
the spinach makes lava shoot out"
And then there was a helpful illustration that looks kind of like a bowling pin.
It was pretty awkward to be honest
This will be here until I receive an apology or Weedlordvegeta get any consequences for being a bully
I have no idea what mystery we were set out to solve, but it was in some Aztec ruins and the whole time we were there my Elder God friend was telling me anecdotes about how the Aztecs painted all kinds of weird shit on their walls to troll future humans.
Was Nixon also naked?
Then i woke up and had one of those "oh thank fuck that wasnt real" moments