The Dream Thread

I never remember my dreams. The most I get is an impression that it involved whatever video game I've been playing lately, or just that it was incredibly weird whatever it involved.

Trust me, waking up and thinking something like "Huh, that dream was weird. Wonder what actually happened in it? Bet it would be really interesting if I could remember it." and knowing that I'll never know what it involved can be incredibly frustrating.
 
I actually remembered my dream last night. Or parts of it, anyway. I VERY rarely remember them, which is why I've yet to post here. Maybe like, 4-6 dreams a year I remember.

LAst night I dreamt I read that Kevin Smith was going to producing a series of documentaries on Junio Hockey in Canada eading up to the release of "Hit Somebody"

I also have recollections of a dream that involved getting back together with my ex (Only it wasn't my ex... it was a sort of amalgamation of several girls I know, two of whom are exes), and then basically selling her down the river to get away when a zombie "Howler" (I have no idea what this is, but that's what the people in my dream called it) came after us.
 
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makare

So far this week I dreamed I had sex with hugh laurie and with this vampire chick. Not the same dream thankfully.

I also dreamed that this megalomaniac businessman wanted to have all the power in the universe. To get it he had to fight this really old lady who was some kind of super ninja. To prepare he wanted to take this magic potion but since he was competing in front of this group of people he had to pretend that it was something else. So he turned the lights out in the arena and mixed it in the dark. Severus Snape was there and he tasted what he made and said it was a poison. The only cure for which was a rotten apple which someone got for Snape from a replicator like from DS9. Then Snape flew away. I don't know how the battle came out. I do know the poison smelled like lemons.
 
I cant remember the last time I had a sexy times dream :(

The last dream i can recall, wasnt a sexy dream at all. It was actually just some sort of craziness involving my family having just moved to a new house, because our old one had unfortunately been within the blast of a nuke.. so sad :(


...now if i can just get a dream where i can dive into a pile of sexy naked women...
 
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makare

I have sex dreams all the time. They are usually weird and disturbing.
 

fade

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Last night I had a dream that was kind of a mix between The Matrix and Pleasantville.

I was in this 1950s era high school or college classroom. Everyone around me was in 1950s clothing, and there was a teacher droning on about algebra or something. The only stand-out people were a greaser and a girl with hair like the Brave girl. I had no idea who I was or how I got there, except that I was being Rehabilitated. For what and why I did not know.

But the Brave girl, whose name turned out to be Dorothy, did. Well, she didn't know everything. She knew we were rebels who broke free from the state control, which was this fugue called the Dreamlike State. We were being returned to the Dreamlike State. The Dreamlike State was this "place" for lack of a better word, that kind of responded to your whims. It didn't grant your desires, but the State was mercurial and changed constantly according to your thoughts. At first, you knew it wasn't real, but like a dream, you slowly forgot. I could already tell the rest of the 50s kids were fully drawn in from the looks they were giving me.

There were things about Dorothy that indicated that her Dreamlike State was something like Wizard of Oz (aside from her name). After she told me all of this, I could tell she was being drawn in. After class was dismissed, we walked down the hall. At the tee in the hall ahead, there was one of those signposts (silver post and frame, black sign with the pop-in letters). I said, "Look, that sign is for you." One of the names and arrows said "Timothy Gale". I said, "See, 'gale', as in 'tornado'.". I tried to stop her, but she began to run in the indicated direction, which lead out of the school building. Through the window, I saw her run parallel to my hallway, and disappear behind a building. Shortly, she screamed, and I saw her run back out again, yelling about a tornado. A machine sort of like the Matrix sentinels followed her with a swirling blue vortex in the front, and I knew she saw it as a tornado. It caught up to her, and for a brief moment, I saw it as a tornado, too. Both the machine and the girl disappeared, presumably into the Dreamlike State.

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Later, I was in the Dreamlike State, but in the resistance movement. My partner was the greaser, whose name was Franky All (which I'm pretty sure my brain took from One Piece).
 
I had a dream where I couldn't quite open my eyes. I was walkign around, but extremely tired, and try as I might, I couldn't fully open my eyes. Needless to say I woke up even more tired.
 
Of course since I said I only remember horrible dreams I had one last night that was actually not bad and I remember part of it. I was getting a tattoo on my chest. I think Jamie from Mythbusters was the artist (though it only looked like him). It was a big ocean wave coming up from the middle of my chest and curled over my left breast. It had a plumeria at the crest of the wave because I said I wanted it to represent the time we spent in Hawaii. It also had a cartoon-ish crab with a sailor's hat riding the wave and another detail I can't quite remember. It was a rather large piece. The artist didn't have the color of ink he needed to use on part of it when it was mostly finished and had to order it for express delivery.
 
Weird dreams last night.

One part had me visit my University which was populated by old high school classmates. To top things off, I was wearing my rival school's T-shirt. Oddly enough, nobody recognized me, though I recognized them. The school band was practicing out in the field, and people were walking around from class to class. I eventually ran into my brother and a stranger who wanted to join the band but didn't know how. Across the street there were two Mcdonalds. On one McDonalds sign, there was a University of Florida (Gators--my school) banner on it. On the other was a Florida State University (Seminoles) banner on it. It seemed to cause my brother no end of disgust.

Another part involved my Chinese co-worker. We were continuously discussing a school meeting we had involving the upcoming renovation and the things we had to prepare for. The odd part of the dream is the way we sent messages to each other. We wrote using a sort of....water paper. It was a liquid. In the dream trying to use the roman alphabet caused the letters to dissolve and not appear in the water. However, if I wrote my message using Chinese characters, they would appear in the liquid and float. I believe I used my finger to write them.

The last part of my dream involved preparing to enter a big time night club for some reason--a meeting about the school renovation I believe. I was warned beforehand to get in I'd have to look like I had a lot of money to spend. Now I've been having a craving to play RTS games so in this part of the dream, down a dark alley away from this club's entrance, I had a base. It was red and equipped with missile launchers. Along this alley are doorways and porches. Each doorway had a man chained to a rail and they silently stared at me. My roommate shows up for some reason and heads down the alley past my base. A few s econds later, I hear screaming and running. He comes running back down the alley followed by a T-rex that could talk. He runs out to the street before being caught and dragged back by the T-rex. While he's being eaten alive, my base's missile launchers shoot at the T-rex and I can someh0w see the T-rex's "Health bar". After eating my roommate the T-rex says he isn't hungry anymore, but my base's defenses finally do their job and the T-rex falls over dead. With that mission accomplished, I finally head into the club escorted by none other than Lindsey Lohan. We order a cheap bottle of wine to drink and sat and waited for whatever meeting was supposed to take place. Then my alarm went off.

So yeah.
 
Around this time I looked over to Steve, confused and horrified. He's rolling his eyes. "Not another zombie movie. All of Disneys movies are like this since they reanimated Walt. Hollywood is shit."

That's not a dream... that's the head slowly thawing, they froze it so the virus would work slowly enough to grant it psychic powers instead of making it just another ant-zombie...



EDIT: Oh, and this morning around 5 am i dreamed i woke up and tried to shave only to realise i had white whiskers... and it being one of those waking dreams it actually felt pretty real, even had to double check the brain after waking up to make sure it wasn't.
 

GasBandit

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Last night I dreamed I was taking my bicycle out for a ride and Sarah Palin hit me with a car. Then she tried to intimidate me into giving her my bicycle, and I had to sic the dog on her to make her go away.

But the dream I had the night BEFORE last was way better. I dreamed that comedy became a weapon of mass destruction. That jokes told by stand-up comedians manifested themselves into living superbeings which then attacked your enemies. Unfortunately, our enemies learned this first, and America came under siege by a comedically generated assault force. Our only defense - sewing. At the same time, whatever image was sewn or embroidered would then step off the cloth and come to life - an army of cross-stitched mecha, men and monsters doing battle with the frickin' landlord who always has an excuse not to fix things and talks with that hilarious accent, the quirky corner drug dealer, and that funny neice who always says the cute, funny things.
 

North_Ranger

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Last night I dreamt I was a runaway convict stowing away aboard the Titanic. I killed the cop who was after me on my way to the lifeboat, and then had to defend myself against people who wanted to throw me overboard.

At some point I made peace with the person who most wanted to throw me overboard - this proper American gentleman with a bowler hat and pince-nez glasses. But then the boat overturned and we ended up in icy water. The guy with the pince-nez glasses died of hypothermia, and once we were picked up I asked the people who had survived not to turn me in, and I'd take the identity of the guy who had died. I woke up when I was walking away in the American's clothes, and having given my clothes to a passing black guy.

I wonder if I should write this down and market it at Hollywood...
 

BananaHands

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Had a relatively normal dream last night, until I got shot in the leg during it. Then I woke up with a terrible leg cramp. Oh, dreams. Y u so crazy?
 
I dreamed I was rich on a trip with my family on a massive yacht.

Lately my dreams have been about going on family trips and I have no idea why.
 
This week, I had a dream that Gen Spec and I were watching someone's daughter. She was about 4 or 5 and a real brat. Her defense against not getting her way was to open her mouth and emit this blood curdling scream. I reached my hand back and slapped her across the face*. It made a nice 'crack' sound and was a very good, clean smack. This silenced the little girl. Gen Spec then leaned down and said, "That's what you get."


*Neither Gen Spec nor I have ever laid hands upon a child and we have no intention of ever doing so in the future.
 
Dreamed last night that I was involved in a car crash with a tanker full of paint whilst driving with my parents and sister.

Woke up right as the crash happened and my alarm went off.
 

Cajungal

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I dreamed I was fighting these weird goblins by a lake, and suddenly this huge horse came out of the water and scared them away. The horse disappeared under the water again, and then these little pig children led me to an underwater safe house where Batman was fighting a guy who was trying to unleash a turns-people-to-pigs virus on the world. My job was to feed oatmeal to the sick people.

I was once offered hallucinogens. I really don't want to see what else is nesting in my subconscious. I'm content with the amount of weirdness in my life.
 

GasBandit

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Last night I dreamed somebody nailed two sturdy boards about 6 inches apart across a door jamb, and grabbed spider-man by his feet and dragged him through the gap, skinning and juicing him simultaneously and crunchily.
 
I dreamed that I was trying to get Jet into a private a school and I was being given a tour of the futuristic facilities. The power went out during the tour due to a sudden volcano in the sky (WTF?) and we had to wait to be evacuated.

The staff was starting to act weird, all nervous and shit..then there was this ROAR. Turns out they were also cloning dinosaurs in the school and the power being out took down the fences. Due to the raining lava outside we couldn't leave so Jet and I spent time using the staff as canon fodder while we tried to excape. I talking gecko led us to the underground cave where we met the lead Utahraptor who decided to let us stay as long we operated the doors for them.

So. Yeh.
 
I can't remember the lead-in to it, but I had just finished a race, and my wife had handed me a big ol' slab of deli-cut roast beef, you know the kind that's all cool and juicy, and I had rolled it up and was about to eat it, and the radio was playing this awesome song and I was feeling like a rockstar...

... and then my wife woke me up and told me if I was going to have time to go running, I needed to get up right then.

I nearly wept openly.
 
As you might have read in another thread, we recently had the cable tv shut off and are only running internet in our house. We use Netflix, Hulu, etc. via our XBox when we want to watch tv.

My dream last night was that the XBox started acting up while I was playing Skyrim and then I got a RROD! NOOOOOO!
 
My dreams, though often scoring high on the WTF spectrum, usually have a coherent storyline that I can follow. I blame this on having an eye for creative details and always wanting to get to the nitty-gritty of a fictional setting, although I really don't mind, as it gives me some very nice dreams that I can follow and remember easily - if they play nice and come to me right before I wake up, that is.

The first dream that I ever remembered the next morning (and all days afterwards) was when I was six years old. I was playing outside with some friends when suddenly this man with a classy top-hat and a large raincoat showed up and told us to go play elsewhere. So we did, but then he showed up later again and told us the same. When he told us for the third time, he said ''that's enough'' and let a dog out. It was a big, black labrador and it bit me in my stomach.

Imagine my surprise when, three years later, my uncle shows up at the doorstep to show us his new dog. A big, black labrador. Cue flashback and startled jump. Fortunately for me, Morris the dog wasn't a biter.

Another I had when I was twelve years old, was something of a prophetic dream - I dreamt that we were going to Disneyland Paris with my entire family, including cousins and granpa and granma, where I ate some cotton candy and went through the Haunted House. A week later, I was notified by my mom that ''Surprise! We're going to Disneyland because granpa and granma are celebrating their fifty-year anniversary!'' I don't think I ate any cotton candy while I was there, though. :(

One I had recently was a mix between Supernatural (the tv-series), Pokémon, and some vaguely futuristic dystopian setting. I was a shopkeeper's assistant and our store sold things like pokéballs (pokémon included), occult objects like ritual books and mystical ingredients, and buddha statues. The old man who was my boss was a Mr. Myagi type although he didn't teach me any karate. We sold a Raichu, a blessed dagger and a few books before the Generic Government Agents in black suits and sunglasses came by and buried us in paperwork. Literally. I 'passed out' under the mountain of paperwork and had a 'dream' of a buddha statue coming to life and giving me a prophecy that he never finished because I wake up. In real life, not in my dream, that is.

Another was a cross between the modern-day part of Assassin's Creed, the Fast and the Furious (as far as the hot women and sexy cars part go, at least) and my old highschool. I was looking for my then-girlfriend in said school, going through some official channels like the dean but also the school cafeteria. After failing to locate her, I took a conveniently placed boat that was right outside the door of the school on the shore of a quite inconveniently placed lake (that wasn't there in reality, just to clarify) I went to some island, discovered a hidden cave, did a jumping puzzle and discovered I was in fact an Assassin. Cue some sirens, and I find myself looking at some hot chicks robbing a bank and getting away in a Lamborghini. Being notified that they were in fact Templars, I immediately gave chase in my own car (that I can't remember the brand of) through a highway tunnel, before a small Cessna plane came falling out of the sky, crashing directly into their car, as one of the wings broke off and bounced into my own, waking me up.

Tl;dr: Dreamtime usually means storytime for me.
 
Another I had when I was twelve years old, was something of a prophetic dream - I dreamt that we were going to Disneyland Paris with my entire family, including cousins and granpa and granma, where I ate some cotton candy and went through the Haunted House. A week later, I was notified by my mom that ''Surprise! We're going to Disneyland because granpa and granma are celebrating their fifty-year anniversary!'' I don't think I ate any cotton candy while I was there, though. :(
Oh, so you're the one who has been causing glitches in the Matrix these past few years. We've been looking all over for you. Would it have been that bad just to eat a bit of cotton candy?
Don't worry, though, we're deploying a team to rectify the situation as we speak. Be aware that thousands of perfectly good batteries lives were lost due to your failure to conform to precalculated procedure.
 
I dreamed that I was trying to get Jet into a private a school and I was being given a tour of the futuristic facilities. The power went out during the tour due to a sudden volcano in the sky (WTF?) and we had to wait to be evacuated.

The staff was starting to act weird, all nervous and shit..then there was this ROAR. Turns out they were also cloning dinosaurs in the school and the power being out took down the fences. Due to the raining lava outside we couldn't leave so Jet and I spent time using the staff as canon fodder while we tried to excape. I talking gecko led us to the underground cave where we met the lead Utahraptor who decided to let us stay as long we operated the doors for them.

So. Yeh.
Clever girl...

You feel asleep watching TNT (does that channel still exist?)
 
Ninety percent of my dreams are a culmination of pop-culture icons arguing or talking to each other. I am a creature of my generation what can I say?
 
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