webguy20I spend too much time on the InternetRegistered Userregular
I had a dream that today was a holiday and I didn't have to work. I woke up all chipper then reality hit me like a ton of bricks. Not a good way to start the day.
I had a rather disturbing dream, which is odd because I don’t usually get dreams like that, and also because I wasn’t actually freaked out about it while dreaming.
Warning: Descriptions of major injuries, and insects.
Something got a hold of my left hand and pulled so hard, my pinky was ripped out, leaving a hole where my finger bone ought to have been. The injury itself was bloodless and painless (apparently dream Tylenol works wonders), and I was more disgusted by the wasps and centipedes that were trying to make a home in said hole.
And then… a crack started forming from that hole, down my palm and all the way to my elbow. It was a deep crack, straight to the bone, but no blood or pain. The last thing I remember was me being sadly resigned that to prevent getting gangarene, I would have to get it amputated.
Yeah… I woke up quite disturbed, and have no idea what May have triggered that dream, aside from it being wasp season right now.
DepressperadoI just wanted to see you laughingin the pizza rainRegistered Userregular
A lady paid me in ambien to chase a dog away, another lady poisoned a kid with a cupcake
found a cool asylum with big spiral staircases into atriums and shit, and ran around while the employees were all "you're really not supposed to be here."
I went back to the island when I fell asleep again last night.
This time though everything was gone. No cannibals, no wildlife, no buildings, no nothing. Just me, the waves, and the island at dusk. I don't remember much happening, or if anything happened at all. Maybe there was another adventure with a memory stripped away. My perception was hazy and existence felt ephemeral. The setting sun never moved and yet time must have advanced until the last tenuous strand of the dream snapped into nothing and I woke up five minutes before the alarm.
Picture this: Sicily, 19-no wait
no picture this instead. You're in the car with a few of your friends. You're going to a fun friday place, destination vague. You're not driving, you're riding shotgun. The car pulls up at a traffic light on a moderately busy intersection. All of you are chatting, and you're just starting to talk about some stress you're feeling with a particular problem at work, when the car in front of you (yellow, not that it matters) suddenly sprouts, from its rear window/boot area, a large black rubber tongue with a rectangular cross section. This first goes out at about a 45 degree angle, then curves back down, like a thick moronic leech, with its free end landing on the top of the car you're riding in, and seems to try (with limited success) to make a secure suction connection with your vehicle.
You're not really surprised by the tongue, though you are a bit surprised it's happening in the middle of traffic. Instead you start a well-practiced rant about these stupid Tesla innovations, how instead of just building better cars, the company is intent on solving problems nobody really needs solved, like the problem of small sedans needing to pick up large construction loads. Since it seems unlikely the driver in front of you wants to pick up your car, you assume they either hit a button on accident and/or don't know how to use the car's interface. Sure enough, this is borne out as the driver of the yellow tongue-car seems to realise what's happening and tries to retract the tongue. It flails about a bit, drags down the windshield and the hood of the car you're in. (You wince a bit, picturing damage to the paintwork or even the body). You're all laughing at this nonsense, though not without some anxiety, when it becomes clear that the driver in front is gradually panicking, really does not know what they're doing - and now the tongue is flailing wildly, hitting cars on all sides, before becoming suction-attached to the side of (rather ironically) a tow-truck, at which point the flailing end becomes the locked end, and with nothing else to flail, the car itself is launched into the air, flipped around, and dragged all over the road.
Eventually the owner gains some control, so the tongue detaches and lies quiescent, its housing automobile lying on its side diagonally across two lanes.
At which point the light turns green and your friend gently moves the car forward past the yellow tongue-Tesla. You're wondering if the driver is ok. She makes eye contact with you as you pass and gives an embarrassed smile/grimace - she seems unharmed. You wake up before you have time to reflect on things further.
It was an alien world, I knew that much, with a nascent civilization developing. They were humans, at least visually, and while I looked the same as them in shape I knew I was not of their kind at all. I was much older but at the same time far younger. I existed when they learned to harness giant creatures for farm work and I was there when they built sprawling metropolises of steel and glass. They never interacted with me, most never even knew of my existence even if I were right in front of them. I wasn't meant to be seen or known because my existence was a contingency plan. By who even I didn't know. Those few who did know of me regarded me as a god, passing down stories of when I had helped their ancient ancestors embellished into legendary myths.
When the invaders from space, not even aliens because they were also visually human, came and tried to conquer this civilization is when I was first activated. My appearance changed to blue and silver armor and I went into battle against their fanged dreadnaught ships. Though their ships numbered in the millions, an invasion in the truest sense, I was capable of accessing and commanding the contents of an interdimensional armory. I don't know exactly how much was in her armory but I had the feeling if I ever tried to withdraw everything into the real world I'd end up crushing the observable universe beneath the armaments. They were effectively infinite.
The invaders were repelled time and again. Every weapon they leveled against me would strike, I would repair any damage sustained, and from that point on that weapon wouldn't inflict a single scratch on me ever again. My existence was fully revealed to everyone at this point as I summoned forth a relentless wave of destruction against the invaders, earning me the name Assault from them. Even as I wrecked their ships and sent the derelicts on a course for the local sun they didn't stop coming. The furthest they ever got was when they landed a drop pod that immediately secured an underground power plant close to the planetary core and rigged the singular elevator shaft to keep me out. It didn't work.
Until one day there were no more dreadnaughts in the sky. None headed towards the planet. And only one in the galaxy at all, a new model lacking the fanged appearances of its predecessors. I readied to meet it with violence as I always had, but they stopped at the moon and came no further. Instead they launched a smaller vessel, one devoid of weapons, and began to approach again. Before I could decide whether it was a threat it I was approached by several leaders of the world who wanted to meet with the invaders aboard the small ship. I could have ignored them. They had no power over me and I'd been fighting long enough that anyone who had witnessed the original invasion was several centuries in the grave. But I let the small ship pass unharmed.
Several millennia passed. The invaders were now citizens, seamlessly integrated into the rest of society. The original dreadnaught remained in orbit around the moon as a museum of sorts, the remainder of the fleet having ferried the last people to the planet before they'd all been dismantled for parts. Though I was still part of historic records I was regarded as having long disappeared when I'd reverted from my armored form a long time ago. But the church that had long worshipped me was still around as a quaint little religion.
I was still there. Never aging, never changing, never leaving. And when their civilization either destroyed itself, suffered a cosmic fluke of the dice, or departed for the stars I'd still be there, just as I'd been for the civilization before theirs, and the one before that, and the one before that, and so on and so forth. Maybe there was some record of who had created me, an origin for myself, but as far as I knew I'd always been and always would be.
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MayabirdPecking at the keyboardRegistered Userregular
edited October 2021
So the devil came to me in a dream.
"It is I, Satan, which you know to be true because of my evil bat face!"
Me: "What? Bats aren't evil!"
The devil: "This one on my face is."
Me: "But that's a flying fox! They're fructivores, which is like, the least possible evil."
[Bats generally have very important roles in the ecosystem, but fruit bats especially are important because they spread seeds of fruit-bearing trees. Forests without good fruit bat densities have lower biodiversity than ones with bats. They're good, is what I'm saying, though I didn't say that out loud.]
The devil: "Whatever. I'm here to make a deal."
Me: "Also flying foxes are super cute. Your face is absolutely adorable. It looks like it should be nomming a banana."
[I was thinking about every video I've ever seen of a fruit bat eating fruit. There are a lot of them.]
The devil: "About that deal-"
Me: "Do you want a banana?"
And then that was it. Cut off, woke up, no more dream, not even an offer.
I totally would've made a deal that involved supplying that bat face with bananas.
Last night I dreamt that I was at GameStop*, and they had a listing for a Playstation 5 (on a display board like you'd put up for restaurant prices) for $2000. I went "Wow, that's pretty steep, but hey, it's a Playstation 5 you can actually get**." So I bought it, took the bag to the back of the room, and discovered that, no, it wasn't a Playstation 5, it was a NES, SNES, and PS1 with all the classics for each system. (How that all fit in the bag, I don't know.) I checked the receipt, and I'd been charged $200 for the lot. Also, at the end of the receipt, printed in the same typeface as if it were another item I'd purchased, was a warrant for the arrest of a person matching my exact description.
* GameStop manifests in my dreams by name, and always in the form of a gaming store where there is a stand for pretty much every console that ever existed, with nearly every game ever published. Infrequently, but consistently when it does.
** I want to make it clear that this attitude is utterly foreign to my waking mind; I have no interest in buying a Playstation 5 at any price, and certainly not as much as you'd pay for a pretty tricked out gaming PC.
My favorite musical instrument is the air-raid siren.
"It is I, Satan, which you know to be true because of my evil bat face!"
Me: "What? Bats aren't evil!"
The devil: "This one on my face is."
Me: "But that's a flying fox! They're fructivores, which is like, the least possible evil."
[Bats generally have very important roles in the ecosystem, but fruit bats especially are important because they spread seeds of fruit-bearing trees. Forests without good fruit bat densities have lower biodiversity than ones with bats. They're good, is what I'm saying, though I didn't say that out loud.]
The devil: "Whatever. I'm here to make a deal."
Me: "Also flying foxes are super cute. Your face is absolutely adorable. It looks like it should be nomming a banana."
[I was thinking about every video I've ever seen of a fruit bat eating fruit. There are a lot of them.]
The devil: "About that deal-"
Me: "Do you want a banana?"
And then that was it. Cut off, woke up, no more dream, not even an offer.
I totally would've made a deal that involved supplying that bat face with bananas.
Dodging Satan by interacting with him as one would an adorable animal encountered by chance whilst walking in a natural setting seems really, really effective, to be quite honest.
I think maybe the Winooski river in Vermont? I've only been there once in my life. Dreams are weird like that y'know?
oh, i see you two found my beautiful childhood campsite.
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WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
Last night was like a combined follow up to a few previous dreams that linked them all together through a previous series of linked dreams and it's like welcome to the WeaverCo Productions Temple of the Dead Gods extended dreamamatic universe.
I've started periodically informing all the people in my dreams that "actually, I'm pretty sure you're just all figments of my imagination!", and rather than doing the Donald-Sutherland-From-Body-Snatchers point and scream like they used to at this revelation, everyone just gets really awkward and avoids me now
Mine just ignore what I said and keep on doing whatever it is they were doing.
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MayabirdPecking at the keyboardRegistered Userregular
I ended up in the future. At least, I assume it was the future, what with all the mech battles and the people forced to live in underground tunnels due to all the mech battles on the surface. Also, mutual inability to communicate with anyone around, speaking or writing.
Though it was probably a bad idea, I decided to wander off and explore the tunnels to hopefully try to figure out what was going on or something. At one tunnel junction, I came across three rooms. No idea what was going on the first two, but the third had this bookish looking icon picture above it and one of the lines of script on the wall beside it said "Library of Libraries" so finding the first thing I could read seemed promising.
It...looked like a library. There were collections of books, most of which I couldn't read or figure out. There was a reading table with some newspaper looking things on them. Couldn't read any of those, but a few had recognizable numbers and some pictures. One had a picture of a sci-fi but kinda bucolic cluster of buildings nestled in some trees where part of it was on fire, and at the top where the date would usually be, there were some monthy-looking words and it seemed to be dated from the year 43. Another one had pictures of pottery sculptures that looked like carved pumpkins and seemed to be dated 9375, or something like that. Couldn't figure them out. Actual newspapers of the time? Reproductions of ancient ones? Mockups for the idea of having a reading area?
Anyway, I explored some more and came across the Ancient English section (oh no.) It had a huge omnibus Shakespeare collection, and all the Wizard of Oz books in one big collection, and really the whole thing was giant tomes reproducing entire series or one big idea of something, like all the printed advertisements done by a single company. Here's all the Coca-Cola ones, and here's the ones of some European appliance maker, and so on. I went looking for a history book, or encyclopedia, or something that might fill in the gaps of what happened between when I went to sleep and when I woke up in mech battle future. Even, say, some series that was published after January 2022. Couldn't find anything...until I finally went back to those advertisements and flipped towards the back to see how late they went. All the advertisements seemed to peter out sometime between 2022 and 2030. All the words written at the end of the books were in some future script that I couldn't read. Explanation? Maybe. But I had no way of telling.
My family and most of the people I know were camping on an alien world. It was night time. There was some minimal colonization already, with a small boardwalk along a lake featuring various small businesses. We were all set up a short walk from there with tents and little outdoor kitchens and stuff, and in the distance you could see the other campsites of similar groups by their fires. We were walking around visiting some of the other groups before deciding to walk out of the woods to the boardwalk by the lake. It was a clear beautiful night with insane stars and moons in the sky, but that wasn't even close to the main event.
Everyone was looking up and rubbernecking, but not at the sky.
There was some kind of atmospheric lensing effect here that was like a microscope and projector all in one, so if you stood in the right place you could see molecules and atoms projected huge in the air. We walked down the boardwalk past other groups of people pointing and gawking and laughing and playing. Eventually, I saw a particularly long and beautiful molecule chain hanging hazily over the lake, and started moving around to bring it into focus. I found a good spot where it was pretty clear and stopped, then crouched down so it became crystal clear. We were all marveling at it when the owner of the movie theater we were standing in front of came out and invited us up to their roof for an even better view. That's when I woke up.
It was...one of the most beautiful, vivid, and colorful dreams I've ever had. I think I have very mild aphantasia, so visualizing things is hard for me. Usually my dreams are more vague, more like an impression of a scene than actual visual information, but this was...fully realized 3d imagery with vivid colors and specific details. It was fucking wild.
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Warning: Descriptions of major injuries, and insects.
And then… a crack started forming from that hole, down my palm and all the way to my elbow. It was a deep crack, straight to the bone, but no blood or pain. The last thing I remember was me being sadly resigned that to prevent getting gangarene, I would have to get it amputated.
Yeah… I woke up quite disturbed, and have no idea what May have triggered that dream, aside from it being wasp season right now.
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Dear Satan.....
found a cool asylum with big spiral staircases into atriums and shit, and ran around while the employees were all "you're really not supposed to be here."
This time though everything was gone. No cannibals, no wildlife, no buildings, no nothing. Just me, the waves, and the island at dusk. I don't remember much happening, or if anything happened at all. Maybe there was another adventure with a memory stripped away. My perception was hazy and existence felt ephemeral. The setting sun never moved and yet time must have advanced until the last tenuous strand of the dream snapped into nothing and I woke up five minutes before the alarm.
no picture this instead. You're in the car with a few of your friends. You're going to a fun friday place, destination vague. You're not driving, you're riding shotgun. The car pulls up at a traffic light on a moderately busy intersection. All of you are chatting, and you're just starting to talk about some stress you're feeling with a particular problem at work, when the car in front of you (yellow, not that it matters) suddenly sprouts, from its rear window/boot area, a large black rubber tongue with a rectangular cross section. This first goes out at about a 45 degree angle, then curves back down, like a thick moronic leech, with its free end landing on the top of the car you're riding in, and seems to try (with limited success) to make a secure suction connection with your vehicle.
You're not really surprised by the tongue, though you are a bit surprised it's happening in the middle of traffic. Instead you start a well-practiced rant about these stupid Tesla innovations, how instead of just building better cars, the company is intent on solving problems nobody really needs solved, like the problem of small sedans needing to pick up large construction loads. Since it seems unlikely the driver in front of you wants to pick up your car, you assume they either hit a button on accident and/or don't know how to use the car's interface. Sure enough, this is borne out as the driver of the yellow tongue-car seems to realise what's happening and tries to retract the tongue. It flails about a bit, drags down the windshield and the hood of the car you're in. (You wince a bit, picturing damage to the paintwork or even the body). You're all laughing at this nonsense, though not without some anxiety, when it becomes clear that the driver in front is gradually panicking, really does not know what they're doing - and now the tongue is flailing wildly, hitting cars on all sides, before becoming suction-attached to the side of (rather ironically) a tow-truck, at which point the flailing end becomes the locked end, and with nothing else to flail, the car itself is launched into the air, flipped around, and dragged all over the road.
Eventually the owner gains some control, so the tongue detaches and lies quiescent, its housing automobile lying on its side diagonally across two lanes.
At which point the light turns green and your friend gently moves the car forward past the yellow tongue-Tesla. You're wondering if the driver is ok. She makes eye contact with you as you pass and gives an embarrassed smile/grimace - she seems unharmed. You wake up before you have time to reflect on things further.
When the invaders from space, not even aliens because they were also visually human, came and tried to conquer this civilization is when I was first activated. My appearance changed to blue and silver armor and I went into battle against their fanged dreadnaught ships. Though their ships numbered in the millions, an invasion in the truest sense, I was capable of accessing and commanding the contents of an interdimensional armory. I don't know exactly how much was in her armory but I had the feeling if I ever tried to withdraw everything into the real world I'd end up crushing the observable universe beneath the armaments. They were effectively infinite.
The invaders were repelled time and again. Every weapon they leveled against me would strike, I would repair any damage sustained, and from that point on that weapon wouldn't inflict a single scratch on me ever again. My existence was fully revealed to everyone at this point as I summoned forth a relentless wave of destruction against the invaders, earning me the name Assault from them. Even as I wrecked their ships and sent the derelicts on a course for the local sun they didn't stop coming. The furthest they ever got was when they landed a drop pod that immediately secured an underground power plant close to the planetary core and rigged the singular elevator shaft to keep me out. It didn't work.
Until one day there were no more dreadnaughts in the sky. None headed towards the planet. And only one in the galaxy at all, a new model lacking the fanged appearances of its predecessors. I readied to meet it with violence as I always had, but they stopped at the moon and came no further. Instead they launched a smaller vessel, one devoid of weapons, and began to approach again. Before I could decide whether it was a threat it I was approached by several leaders of the world who wanted to meet with the invaders aboard the small ship. I could have ignored them. They had no power over me and I'd been fighting long enough that anyone who had witnessed the original invasion was several centuries in the grave. But I let the small ship pass unharmed.
Several millennia passed. The invaders were now citizens, seamlessly integrated into the rest of society. The original dreadnaught remained in orbit around the moon as a museum of sorts, the remainder of the fleet having ferried the last people to the planet before they'd all been dismantled for parts. Though I was still part of historic records I was regarded as having long disappeared when I'd reverted from my armored form a long time ago. But the church that had long worshipped me was still around as a quaint little religion.
I was still there. Never aging, never changing, never leaving. And when their civilization either destroyed itself, suffered a cosmic fluke of the dice, or departed for the stars I'd still be there, just as I'd been for the civilization before theirs, and the one before that, and the one before that, and so on and so forth. Maybe there was some record of who had created me, an origin for myself, but as far as I knew I'd always been and always would be.
"It is I, Satan, which you know to be true because of my evil bat face!"
Me: "What? Bats aren't evil!"
The devil: "This one on my face is."
Me: "But that's a flying fox! They're fructivores, which is like, the least possible evil."
[Bats generally have very important roles in the ecosystem, but fruit bats especially are important because they spread seeds of fruit-bearing trees. Forests without good fruit bat densities have lower biodiversity than ones with bats. They're good, is what I'm saying, though I didn't say that out loud.]
The devil: "Whatever. I'm here to make a deal."
Me: "Also flying foxes are super cute. Your face is absolutely adorable. It looks like it should be nomming a banana."
[I was thinking about every video I've ever seen of a fruit bat eating fruit. There are a lot of them.]
The devil: "About that deal-"
Me: "Do you want a banana?"
And then that was it. Cut off, woke up, no more dream, not even an offer.
I totally would've made a deal that involved supplying that bat face with bananas.
* GameStop manifests in my dreams by name, and always in the form of a gaming store where there is a stand for pretty much every console that ever existed, with nearly every game ever published. Infrequently, but consistently when it does.
** I want to make it clear that this attitude is utterly foreign to my waking mind; I have no interest in buying a Playstation 5 at any price, and certainly not as much as you'd pay for a pretty tricked out gaming PC.
Dodging Satan by interacting with him as one would an adorable animal encountered by chance whilst walking in a natural setting seems really, really effective, to be quite honest.
oh, i see you two found my beautiful childhood campsite.
Though it was probably a bad idea, I decided to wander off and explore the tunnels to hopefully try to figure out what was going on or something. At one tunnel junction, I came across three rooms. No idea what was going on the first two, but the third had this bookish looking icon picture above it and one of the lines of script on the wall beside it said "Library of Libraries" so finding the first thing I could read seemed promising.
It...looked like a library. There were collections of books, most of which I couldn't read or figure out. There was a reading table with some newspaper looking things on them. Couldn't read any of those, but a few had recognizable numbers and some pictures. One had a picture of a sci-fi but kinda bucolic cluster of buildings nestled in some trees where part of it was on fire, and at the top where the date would usually be, there were some monthy-looking words and it seemed to be dated from the year 43. Another one had pictures of pottery sculptures that looked like carved pumpkins and seemed to be dated 9375, or something like that. Couldn't figure them out. Actual newspapers of the time? Reproductions of ancient ones? Mockups for the idea of having a reading area?
Anyway, I explored some more and came across the Ancient English section (oh no.) It had a huge omnibus Shakespeare collection, and all the Wizard of Oz books in one big collection, and really the whole thing was giant tomes reproducing entire series or one big idea of something, like all the printed advertisements done by a single company. Here's all the Coca-Cola ones, and here's the ones of some European appliance maker, and so on. I went looking for a history book, or encyclopedia, or something that might fill in the gaps of what happened between when I went to sleep and when I woke up in mech battle future. Even, say, some series that was published after January 2022. Couldn't find anything...until I finally went back to those advertisements and flipped towards the back to see how late they went. All the advertisements seemed to peter out sometime between 2022 and 2030. All the words written at the end of the books were in some future script that I couldn't read. Explanation? Maybe. But I had no way of telling.
So what happens in the next ten years? No idea.
Which I absolutely can't remember
I checked the next morning; it was just a dream.
My family and most of the people I know were camping on an alien world. It was night time. There was some minimal colonization already, with a small boardwalk along a lake featuring various small businesses. We were all set up a short walk from there with tents and little outdoor kitchens and stuff, and in the distance you could see the other campsites of similar groups by their fires. We were walking around visiting some of the other groups before deciding to walk out of the woods to the boardwalk by the lake. It was a clear beautiful night with insane stars and moons in the sky, but that wasn't even close to the main event.
Everyone was looking up and rubbernecking, but not at the sky.
There was some kind of atmospheric lensing effect here that was like a microscope and projector all in one, so if you stood in the right place you could see molecules and atoms projected huge in the air. We walked down the boardwalk past other groups of people pointing and gawking and laughing and playing. Eventually, I saw a particularly long and beautiful molecule chain hanging hazily over the lake, and started moving around to bring it into focus. I found a good spot where it was pretty clear and stopped, then crouched down so it became crystal clear. We were all marveling at it when the owner of the movie theater we were standing in front of came out and invited us up to their roof for an even better view. That's when I woke up.
It was...one of the most beautiful, vivid, and colorful dreams I've ever had. I think I have very mild aphantasia, so visualizing things is hard for me. Usually my dreams are more vague, more like an impression of a scene than actual visual information, but this was...fully realized 3d imagery with vivid colors and specific details. It was fucking wild.
I dreamt that i, needing to hastily commute between urban locations, rode first a giraffe and then an ostrich at high speeds down city streets.
Verdict: the giraffe was much harder to steer but the ostrich felt like it was seconds away from utter chaos at all moments. 1/10 do not recommend.