Crazy weird dreams that you've dreamt!

Quintin_Stone wrote:

Some weird dreams last night involving a post-apocalyptic scenario, a ruined school, an insulin injection, a laser pen, my sister being mean to me, a ceiling-mounted laser turret, and my brother hitting me in the face with a pillow. Then Kristen Dunst under cover wearing a mustache and a security guard outfit, and me asking her about her work on Spider-man 3 while a bunch of us waited in line to see an IMAX movie.

That's what you get for not moving to Alaska.

Last night i had a 'recurring' dream (in that it was the second time i had dreamt it).

Basically the dream starts off by me being in my room with a friend and us talking about how i need to upgrade my PC. He wants the specs and for some reason i don't know them off the top of my head so he starts climbing on the filing cabinets in my room looking in boxes until he finds one random tech receipt. He gets the phone number of the company on there and begins to call them to ask for the specs of my PC, all the while i'm trying to tell him i keep all the computer stuff in one box and it's not that one*. Next, we hear over the radio that there will be a secret fight meeting between people in our town and people from another town and that it'll be happening in one of our large local parks so me and my friend head off. Now, this is where i realised that i was having a dream and that i'd dreamt this before.

In the original dream i went with one friend from the time period around when i had the dream and we walked into the park with no resistance and found ourselves in the middle of a battle and lots of very angry people. Me and my friend got separated but i managed to make it out alive and i kept running away.

This time i went with two (life-long) friends who i lost before i even got into the park via the car park. Thinking that i would be able to find them in the park i made my way towards it only to encounter various obstacles: mainly that there were lots of people having a nice day out at the park - people were camped around the car park meaning i had to walk around their tents, then there were people playing cricket and football with their children. I was walking through these people when one mum under-arm bowled a tennis ball that i was sure i could get out of the way fast enough but she threw it so hard and so fast i was unable to move out of the way before it hit me. I apologised for interrupting their game, as any good Englishman would (they didn't seem angry), and continued on passed the rest of the sports. Finally i got to the entrance to the park which was sort of cut out from the dip where two small hills met (as if someone had piled earth next to the entrance way) and i decided that i would be able to see my friends more easily if i climbed to the top of one of these. I did so and suddenly was called to from under a tree at the top by a couple of people who were hiding from the chaos and terror that was about to happen from the battle between the two sets of people. I looked out across the park but my view was obscured by trees and scenery - i saw no one - so i put my trust in these people under the tree and ducked under its branches with them.

Which was when i woke up.

*The first time i had this dream i was running a bought Compaq PC which really wasn't very good and i did upgrade shortly after having this dream the first time.

Last night I dreamt that myself and four friends put on surgical masks and got into a van and drove into town to do something nefarious (I imagine it was a bank heist or something similar). When we got into the city we were pulled over by the cops. I told everybody to let me do the talking, and I explained to the police that we were wearing the masks because we were all quite sick and in dire need of lung transplants!

Moments later the police have called for ambulances and we are whisked away on gurneys to an operating theater where we are all opened up (side-by-side-by-side in the same room) and given new lungs. We were then released but realized that the new lungs were changing us, some felt physically different others noticed personality changes. We then spent the rest of the dream trying to figure out who our lungs came from and what changes had been made.

It all gets hazy from there and we never really figured out anything concrete. I guess this is what I get for watching MST3K before bed.

I dreamed a flew a light aeroplane to the U.S. I wanted to go to an arcade there and play SFIV. When I got there the stick the cabinet had was a Japanese one with a tiny shaft.

1Dgaf wrote:

I dreamed a flew a light aeroplane to the U.S. I wanted to go to an arcade there and play SFIV. When I got there the stick the cabinet had was a Japanese one with a tiny shaft.

Did you intentionally make that OOCT worthy, or was it just pure coincidental genius?

I had a really weird dream last night that I can't fully remember. The only clear thing was that I had a pistol (it looked a bit like a browning 1911) and was running around with some other people.

The weird thing is the pistol wasn't "real". It was about as thick as a pez dispenser. But I clearly remember racking the slide and having a bullet fall out. (just the bullet, no case). And then later taking the magazine (which was filled with more un-cased bullets) out and putting the loose bullet back in.

EDIT: Also, I could swear that it was me who started this thread. Not Duoae. Wierd.

I only ever seem to remember depressing dreams/nightmares and they can be quite vivid in all their gory detail. Maybe it says something about me as a person

I'd share one but they really are quite horrible, all of them. They always wake me up and leave me feeling down.

Shortly after buying my house I had two new home owner anxiety dreams.

Dream 1: People in glass houses

I'd recently moved into a group of high rise apartments that were made entirely out of metal struts and glass (like a green house.) The glass sheets were held in the frames with little metal clips. Friends would visit and look a little unconvinced as I detailed the obvious advantages of living on the tenth floor of an apartment block made of glass.

Dream 2: Great views of the lake

I'd bought a house by a lake without seeing it before hand. When I arrived to move in it wasn't quite what I'd been expecting. The floor was dirt and scattered with straw and broken bricks, There were no rooms, just one big open space topped with an old wooden roof. The walls were made of old stone and there was a huge gash in the back wall through which you could see the field beyond. The front of the house was on a pebble beach with the lake lapping quietly three feet from the front door. After taking all this in I realised that is was basically an old cow barn.

Higgledy wrote:

Dream 2: Great views of the lake

I'd bought a house by a lake without seeing it before hand. When I arrived to move in it wasn't quite what I'd been expecting. The floor was dirt and scattered with straw and broken bricks, There were no rooms, just one big open space topped with an old wooden roof. The walls were made of old stone and there was a huge gash in the back wall through which you could see the field beyond. The front of the house was on a pebble beach with the lake lapping quietly three feet from the front door. After taking all this in I realised that is was basically an old cow barn.

Was there an initially-skeptical man with an extremely large forehead standing next to you? Because that might have been an episode of Grand Designs.

Saying that, I would absolutely live there.

Haakon7 wrote:
Higgledy wrote:

Dream 2: Great views of the lake

I'd bought a house by a lake without seeing it before hand. When I arrived to move in it wasn't quite what I'd been expecting. The floor was dirt and scattered with straw and broken bricks, There were no rooms, just one big open space topped with an old wooden roof. The walls were made of old stone and there was a huge gash in the back wall through which you could see the field beyond. The front of the house was on a pebble beach with the lake lapping quietly three feet from the front door. After taking all this in I realised that is was basically an old cow barn.

Was there an initially-skeptical man with an extremely large forehead standing next to you? Because that might have been an episode of Grand Designs.

Saying that, I would absolutely live there.

It was horrifying to me. I'm not really a renovator. My uncle used to make a living doing up derelict houses. We would visit him and he'd show us around what looked like a bomb site with scattered power tools.

Higgledy wrote:

Shortly after buying my house I had two new home owner anxiety dreams.

Dream 1: People in glass houses

I'd recently moved into a group of high rise apartments that were made entirely out of metal struts and glass (like a green house.) The glass sheets were held in the frames with little metal clips. Friends would visit and look a little unconvinced as I detailed the obvious advantages of living on the tenth floor of an apartment block made of glass.

Do your friends like throwing stones, or are they just really against open-source tech?

Tamren wrote:

EDIT: Also, I could swear that it was me who started this thread. Not Duoae. Wierd.

Haha!

Spoiler:

I am you

wordsmythe wrote:
Higgledy wrote:

Shortly after buying my house I had two new home owner anxiety dreams.

Dream 1: People in glass houses

I'd recently moved into a group of high rise apartments that were made entirely out of metal struts and glass (like a green house.) The glass sheets were held in the frames with little metal clips. Friends would visit and look a little unconvinced as I detailed the obvious advantages of living on the tenth floor of an apartment block made of glass.

Do your friends like throwing stones, or are they just really against open-source tech?

I don't think they trusted the little metal clips. The worst part was that the dream was set at night, in a rain storm, so I didn't even get any nice views.

I've had some really horrible ones in the last few days, including one dream where my daughter was killed by a terrorist bombing and another one where I was being stalked through a post-apocalyptic wasteland by this hideously burned man who couldn't be killed.

However, I did also have one pretty awesome one where I had stolen a CD key for Spectrasonics Omnisphere and LL Cool J tracked me down and kicked my ass.

So I had kind of a crazy dream a few nights ago, kind of a cross between L4D and "Of Mice and Men," or maybe "Frankenstein," or "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."

Anyways it started out as standard L4D, we were trying to get through a school (there were desks all around) and shooting random commons and occasional special infected.

Things were going well until the tank showed up along with a horde in close quarters. The tank ran in the middle of all of us and we split up a bit avoiding him. The tank then made a beeline for Francis as the rest of us tried to deal with the horde that had us surrounded. The tank knocked Francis flying a couple times until he was limping away from him holding his leg. At this point the tank started slowing down as well, he wasn't hurt, we only had Tier 1s and had hardly shot him, but when Francis stopped running and yelling the Tank calmed down and stopped chasing. He was acting more like a Gorilla or a cat.

He caught up to Francis and started pushing him around, but there wasn't malice in it, more impatience. We didn't want to shoot him and enrage him while he was next to a badly injured Francis so I got his attention by going up to his side and talking and snapping my fingers. I did all the things you're supposed to do with dogs, talk in a calming voice, walk backwards slowly, maintain eye contact.

The plan was that the others would patch up Francis, find Tier 2s, then come kill the tank, but we got a little separated. Eventually the tank and I went outside we were in a large University sort of place. As time went on and he calmed down even more he started shrinking and becoming more human. Eventually he was about the size of a symmetrical Charger.

Right around then I tripped on the edge of the sidewalk and fell down. The tank quickly got impatient and tried to lift me up and get me walking again, the problem was that he was doing it by the part of my body closest to him, my ankles. He was growing more frustrated when Zoey came out and started shooting him (she had been following us even if Francis and Bill weren't, apparently I was taking Louis's place). He quickly grew enraged began growing again and started to chase her down. I got up and chased him, shooting him with my double pistols, he turned on me but when he did I started trying to calm him again.

He appeared to recognize me and shrunk down to his Charger size fairly quickly, when he angrily asked me (with difficulty) why I had shot him. I told him that I didn't want to hurt him but it was the only way I could get his attention. He seemed to accept this and continually got more human as we made our way towards a tall University building. We went up to a room at the top of a stairwell. It was a large office that seemed mostly wrecked. There were lots of books and papers strung all over the place. The tank was now completely human and was shuffling through the desk frantically as he kept looking at the clock. The office was for a Professor, I no longer remember the name, and I realized that it most belong to the tank man. As I was looking around the place I saw a molotov. I considered using it then and there and running for it, but pocketed it instead. The tank-man found what he was looking for. "Come on," he demanded, "we're late."

He led me downstairs, but even though he was human now I could tell he was still greatly confused. Every now and then he would stop and look around, then meekly follow me as I led him in the direction he was going until he found another landmark that triggered his memory. Eventually we got to a large lecture hall. It would have sat at least 400, but now most of the seats were empty. The students that were there seemed nervous and edgy, I don't know how far along the zombie apocalypse had gotten, but apparently everyone here knew that something was going on, even if they didn't know exactly what.

I sat near the Professor as he went through a lecture. After a short introduction it was a video narrated by him. It went though his studies in ancient cultures and the discovery of documents and legends that described various monsters. He showed drawings, and engravings of the beasts, and read descriptions. The drawings were pretty terrible, obviously second or third hand accounts. In one set the monsters where humanoid insect that reminded me of an ant. He had lassoed a farmer and was pulling him toward him. The written accounts, however, where accurate. I recognized the description of the smoker (called "Pulls-Far") the Hunter, and the Tank (called "Hates Fire"). He realized that these Legends were all consistent and came to the conclusion that these monsters actually existed. He didn't yet know there origins but from looking at recent events he was pretty sure that they had returned.

I realized that he must have someone come in contact with the zombies during his research and become infected. Now, sick and mostly crazy he had still managed to present his findings in order to warn others. Unfortunately few seemed to be taking the warning seriously. I hadn't really noticed it at the time because I was absorbed in the lecture, but most of the others weren't. There had been whispering and laughter, and now the Professor was nowhere to be found. I went to the seats by the door and asked the students where the Professor was. They laughed at me and at how ridiculous and crazy the Professor is. When I tried to question someone who I identified as the TA about it he continued to laugh about it. I pushed him against the blackboard and brandished one of my pistols in his face. Everybody stopped laughing.

The TA told me that he left about half way through the video. The Professor had started to look really agitated and angry that people were laughing and he ran out. "What is going on?" the terrified TA asked me.

"Your Professor is right, what do you think is going on out there?" I replied.

The TA shrugged and shook his head. "He may go to a pastor nearby here, they're friends." I left telling the class that they should all get out of town if they could.

After questioned the pastor for awhile (this part of my dream sorta blurs by, he may have been some charity guy or Red Cross worker) I found out that some secret corporation had been looking around for the Professor, and he had turned the Professor over to them.

I snuck into headquarters and found the Professor. He was in a tiny stone cell. He was holding himself and rocking back and forth on his mattress, and mumbling. He was unsuccessfully trying to halt the transformation he was about as tall as a Charger but not as muscular yet. I broke him out and we made our way downstairs to the parking garage. He was explaining that he had done some of his research work for this corporation. He had come to them for help when he was infected and they had imprisoned him to try to weaponize him and the virus in general. As we were running through the parking garage we were blocked by the head of the corporation and several security guards. When he saw the head of the corporation the Professor's anger got the better of him and he charged forward as he transformed. He knocked the cars around and quickly closed the distance with the leader of the corporation, crushing him. He then started beating down the security guards as well. He was holding one in each hand when I grabbed him and started fruitlessly trying to pull him away.

"Kill Me!" He shouted, "Kill me with Fire!" (apparently my subconscious mind is no poet.)

I threw the molotov I had found in his office at his feet and ran for the exit as he erupted in flames.

So I had this dream the other night with a lot of religious and family subtext which I won't go into here. The reason I'm posting is because after that was all done, I got to go to Heaven and I wanted to let you know what it's like.

When you go to Heaven, everyone you've ever know that's passed will greet you. You're given a nice little room in a building near your family and loved ones, and they give you some stuff to decorate it. The longer you spend in heaven, the bigger your room can be and the more credit you get towards acquiring nick-knacks and other decorations. In short, Heaven is a lot like a game of The Sims.

Just FYI. Why don't they teach important things like this in Sunday school?

Last night I dreamt I sold my Lincoln Town Car to a mechanic who was working on it because I wanted something else. He was raving about how great a car it was and what great shape it's in. Over time I felt bad because it was my grandmother's car, and I really like it and didn't want to part with it, so I had to tell the mechanic I couldn't sell it to him. He got really upset about the whole thing then I woke up.

I treated my car to a car wash today.

I never thought I'd be one of those crazy people who gets an attachment to their car, but here I am.

Quintin_Stone wrote:

In short, Heaven is a lot like a game of The Sims.

Wait, so Heaven is having plants on either side of your bed so you can't get out and you cry and piss yourself?

Quintin_Stone wrote:

So I had this dream the other night with a lot of religious and family subtext which I won't go into here. The reason I'm posting is because after that was all done, I got to go to Heaven and I wanted to let you know what it's like.

When you go to Heaven, everyone you've ever know that's passed will greet you. You're given a nice little room in a building near your family and loved ones, and they give you some stuff to decorate it. The longer you spend in heaven, the bigger your room can be and the more credit you get towards acquiring nick-knacks and other decorations. In short, Heaven is a lot like a game of The Sims.

So is Hell more like the debt cycle in Animal Crossing?

Ranger Rick wrote:
Quintin_Stone wrote:

In short, Heaven is a lot like a game of The Sims.

Wait, so Heaven is having plants on either side of your bed so you can't get out and you cry and piss yourself?

Or bathroom doors that disappear when you go to use the toilet, leaving you trapped inside the walls of your own house? Or a pool with no ladders that you can't climb out of? Are you sure this was really Heaven?

So many questions! I am not a theologian, guys. I am just God's messenger. u_u

Quintin_Stone wrote:

So many questions! I am not a theologian, guys. I am just God's messenger. u_u

Oh yeah, you're totally going to Sims heaven now.

Quintin_Stone wrote:

So many questions! I am not a theologian, guys. I am just God's messenger. u_u

Is there a nude patch?

Bonus_Eruptus wrote:
Quintin_Stone wrote:

So many questions! I am not a theologian, guys. I am just God's messenger. u_u

Is there a nude patch?

No, because of DRM.

I figured God was all about the Open Source.

wordsmythe wrote:

I figured God was all about the Open Source.

Different religion. I think that's Buddhism.

Duoae wrote:
wordsmythe wrote:

I figured God was all about the Open Source.

Different religion. I think that's Buddhism.

I thought Jesus was a bit of a Buddhist.

wordsmythe wrote:

I figured God was all about the Open Source.

If that was true we wouldn't have spent the best 10,000 years trying to reverse engineer everything!

Does that make the Ten Commandments the very first EULA?

Quintin_Stone wrote:
wordsmythe wrote:

I figured God was all about the Open Source.

If that was true we wouldn't have spent the best 10,000 years trying to reverse engineer everything!

I didn't say he left good documentation.