Crazy weird dreams that you've dreamt!

Had a dream this morning about following advice from the dating thread. I was out on the town with some friends and one of their female friends. Somehow we all got separated (maybe went to the cash machine?) and i ended up with the girl. I don't remember how i was following the advice but i remember thinking that "they'd have recommended this" during the dream.

This girl was really fit and really pretty but i could tell she didn't fancy me. I remember one scene where i was walking up the street towards her and i saw some guy walking past her leer towards her like a sort of "Hey, baby!" and she just walked past him.... so i, in my drunken state, did a quick sort of walk/run towards her and did a huge mocking skit of what he'd just done - making her laugh. It's something i'd do in real life TBH - especially when drunk.

Bah... made me remember one night out, when i woke up, where i and my friend's female friend were flirting quite a lot - even to the point where she dressed me up in her scarf and i was playing hairdresser to her while my friend was away. Then had to play third wheel when we returned to her flat.... :/

Duoae wrote:

Had a dream this morning about following advice from the dating thread. I was out on the town with some friends and one of their female friends. Somehow we all got separated (maybe went to the cash machine?) and i ended up with the girl. I don't remember how i was following the advice but i remember thinking that "they'd have recommended this" during the dream.

This girl was really fit and really pretty but i could tell she didn't fancy me. I remember one scene where i was walking up the street towards her and i saw some guy walking past her leer towards her like a sort of "Hey, baby!" and she just walked past him.... so i, in my drunken state, did a quick sort of walk/run towards her and did a huge mocking skit of what he'd just done - making her laugh. It's something i'd do in real life TBH - especially when drunk.

Bah... made me remember one night out, when i woke up, where i and my friend's female friend were flirting quite a lot - even to the point where she dressed me up in her scarf and i was playing hairdresser to her while my friend was away. Then had to play third wheel when we returned to her flat.... :/

quoted for posterity when he's sober.

I recently watched through Extras, including the episode featuring Patrick Stewart. In addition to this, I'm a huge Star Trek fan. I grew up on TNG.

So naturally, I have a dream last night featuring Patrick Stewart. In actuality, featuring Patrick Stewart as Jean-Luc Picard. Except it starts on a Klingon ship. But these aren't ordinary Klingons. First off, Picard is dressed up as a Klingon. Second, they all have afros. Even Picard. But they're like, Klingon afros, leaving enough room in the front for forehead ridges, including Picard's, although he just has bald there, no ridges. Second, it's a really bizarre Klingon bridge, with control panels moving back and forth like pistons, and so on. There's some action sequence we go through, and I don't remember the details, but it turns out it's not a Klingon starship, but a Klingon submarine. And then, suddenly, whatever was happening stops and it turns out it's a holodeck. Except not a like a holodeck in TNG, with black squares and yellow lines, but the walls, floor, and ceiling are all paneled... With drop ceiling tiles. The simulation, (and, consequently, Patrick's afro) have vanished. I find myself talking to Picard, and I spend what seems like quite a while with him. Eventually, I stop talking to him. In the process of talking to him, the drop ceiling holodeck has become a combo holodeck-bridge area. Except the "bridge" part is in the back of the holodeck, and looks more like the CIC on the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica (which I also watched through recently).

I walk back towards the bridge area and find a woman working there, who is apparently my girlfriend, and she's kinda pissed off. She says something about me spending so much time with Picard and talking to him more than I talk to her. I say something along the lines of, "But it's Jean-Luc Picard! He's a legend!" She continues to harass me about Picard until I stop her and say, "Look, I admire Picard. I like you." Of course, this moment doesn't go perfectly either, because at the exact moment I say the word, "like," she says the word, "love," expectantly. I don't remember any more than that, but I don't think that ended well.

For the record, I do not have a girlfriend in real life.

NSMike wrote:

For the record, I do not have a girlfriend in real life.

Now you know why! Damn, Jean-Luc...

AH! Who am i kidding? I can't hate him!

I had another weird dream last night (I think it's all these late nights) where i was on a train, which was also a hotel and i was approaching my station but i was too tired to get up and i kept thinking - i'll get up when it's nearer.
So, we pull into the station and i'm scrabling about to get all my stuff together and get out of the room and as i'm about to leave the train, i hit the button to open the door and the train pulls away from the station. I'm standing there, dumbfounded, watching the station and my connecting train moving away from me.

I run down the train and find the conductor and i tell him i just missed my stop and what's the next station? The conductor looks at me and says, "Well that's tough - £209 please."

I look at her/him (I think it was a composite conductor, sometimes male and sometimes female) and i'm gobsmacked. "But i can't afford that!!"

"You're on the train, that's the charge for having no ticket." S/he replies.

I just crumple into the seat that's directly behind me and start to cry. I mean, uncontrollably cry. There's just no way i can afford to pay that fare. The conductor gets me some tissue paper and asks me why i can't afford to pay and i tell her that, technically i can since i have £309 in my account but that i can't afford to live after that amount is taken out plus, i don't want to be on this train, i want to get off!
The conversation goes through this a couple of loops when the conductor says, the next stop is blah, blah (I forget) and that i should get off. So we all stand up (there are now other people in the previously empty carriage) and file towards the door.

one of the women who had been listening turned to me and said, "So what? Pay up! You can just get a job! It's easy."

I replied that it wasn't easy and that i had been trying. To which she and the conductor replied, "Surely it must be easy for someone like you! Just get a job and stop complaining!!"

The dream ended there when i was about to get off the train and also with me feeling like i wanted to punch them all in their stupid faces.

The problem with this dream is that i know what it's about and i know that the dream is right (not about the job thing).

I did have a dream about GWJ the other night.

I dreamt that someone hijacked my ID and spammed 3 pages worth of useless topics all over every single forum page, and Certis was so mad he called me on the phone at 4 am to yell at me. An important detail is that Certis doesn't know my phone #, and I told him that on the phone in the dream. he also referred to himself as "Shawn" and it took me awhile to figure out who he was because my brother's name is also Sean (but spelled like Elysium spells it). Since I always think of gwjers by their forum name vs their real name, it took awhile for me to realize that which Shawn it was.

Weirdly, he didn't ban my ID, he just charged me money for the time it took him to delete all the spam posts.

When I woke up, all the spam posts were gone (probably because this was a dream and they never happened but I still felt an urge to write everyone an apology that morning. Luckily, I had convinced myself it never happened by the time I had gotten out of the shower.

I'm still waiting for the cheque you promised each and every goodjer who was exposed to your late-night shenanigans in your apology thread.

I'm glad I saved those naked pics to my harddrive while they were still up.

I don't know what I was dreaming last night when I fell asleep, but it made me clamp down my jaw and felt like I bit the tip of my tongue off. Thankfully I didn't, but it hurt like hell and I've got two nice, but minor, scabs on my tongue. Yay!

NSMike wrote:

So naturally, I have a dream last night featuring Patrick Stewart. In actuality, featuring Patrick Stewart as Jean-Luc Picard. Except it starts on a Klingon ship. But these aren't ordinary Klingons. First off, Picard is dressed up as a Klingon. Second, they all have afros. Even Picard. But they're like, Klingon afros, leaving enough room in the front for forehead ridges, including Picard's, although he just has bald there, no ridges. Second, it's a really bizarre Klingon bridge, with control panels moving back and forth like pistons, and so on. There's some action sequence we go through, and I don't remember the details, but it turns out it's not a Klingon starship, but a Klingon submarine.

Holy crap, why haven't I been reading this thread all along. That was incredible, NSMike, I tip my hat to your subconscious.

Mimble wrote:

I stare out the window as we fly lower and notice that a large tank is rumbling it’s way down a set of unused train tracks as we fly over Kerrisdale.

I think Kerrisdale could definitely stand to be livened up with some tanks.

I dreamed that I was in the Village and I was leaving; Patrick McGoohan's Number Six was very sad to see me go and I asked him his real name. Choked up, he said, "Phillip. Phillip Deranged."

Later I had a dream that was supposed to be how Sam on True Blood was abandoned by his biological parents. It somehow involved a police stand-off, a grenade launcher, and a newborn infant dragging itself through the dirt with its umbilical cord dragging behind it.

I had a dream the other night where i was leading a number of people on an escape route through an old, dilapidated castle or castle-like ruin. We got to a certain point where we realised there was a sleeping dragon below us. So i helped everyone else climb up this rope or stairs or something and when it was my turn to go the dragon began to wake. So, to make sure everyone else could get away safely i got the dragon's attention and started free-running through the dungeons of this ruin (a bit like Prince of Persia or Assassin's Creed).

I somehow evaded the dragon for a long time and managed to work my way up to the battlements, which were falling apart, and i had to do several swings and jumps like in PoP and Tomb Raider. In the final segment the camera cut behind me so i was able to see in both first and third person. It was at this point i had to make this series of ridiculous jumps and manoeuvres in order to get the dragon to stop chasing me. So i jumped and swang and managed to get to the last hurdle where you had to swing jump from this horizontal bar onto a lower one and drop off before the swing completed - at which point the dragon swooped by into a brick wall and fell to it's death in the confined spaced of a derelict tower.

I managed to pull it off but my heart was racing like mad as i woke up when the dragon fell down the tower. I figured that the dream shouldn't have made me feel so panicked but it did. :/

Duoae wrote:

I had a dream the other night where i was leading a number of people on an escape route through an old, dilapidated castle or castle-like ruin. We got to a certain point where we realised there was a sleeping dragon below us. So i helped everyone else climb up this rope or stairs or something and when it was my turn to go the dragon began to wake. So, to make sure everyone else could get away safely i got the dragon's attention and started free-running through the dungeons of this ruin (a bit like Prince of Persia or Assassin's Creed).

I somehow evaded the dragon for a long time and managed to work my way up to the battlements, which were falling apart, and i had to do several swings and jumps like in PoP and Tomb Raider. In the final segment the camera cut behind me so i was able to see in both first and third person. It was at this point i had to make this series of ridiculous jumps and manoeuvres in order to get the dragon to stop chasing me. So i jumped and swang and managed to get to the last hurdle where you had to swing jump from this horizontal bar onto a lower one and drop off before the swing completed - at which point the dragon swooped by into a brick wall and fell to it's death in the confined spaced of a derelict tower.

I managed to pull it off but my heart was racing like mad as i woke up when the dragon fell down the tower. I figured that the dream shouldn't have made me feel so panicked but it did. :/

Sounds like fun, hehe. Lots of danger and suspense. I need an imagination like that.

Holy crap. Just remembered the dream I had last night.

Yet another zombie dream. It was vivid as all heck, and very contiguous. That is, it wasn't isolated sequence of events like dreams normally are, but was a continuous, evolving situation.

I was part of a tour group that was taking a ferry to Cuba (another Cuba dream?). While we were on the boat, I started getting nervous about the customs guard's reaction to my Guns Magazine I'd brought with me. While we were waiting in line to get into customs, I ripped off the cover (which had my mailing info) and stashed the magazine. However, what got me in trouble was the Leatherman pocket knife in my pocket.

So they arrested me and threw me into jail, which looked more like a hotel or fancy hospital. I had my own large room, decently furnished, and it even had a fridge with ice cream sandwiches in the freezer. I kept waiting to get tortured but the worst that happened was two guards were arguing and one threw a knife at the other but hit me in the cheek by mistake.

At some point, the guards told me they were going to eat all my chocolate. I didn't understand that, because the chocolate wasn't mine, it had already been in my room when I got there. They said it was from the previous occupant, and they were going to eat it.

While investigating the room, I found some kind of device hidden under the ice cream sandwiches. When I took it out, it beeped at me. By the antenna, I suspected it was some kind of transmitter. I didn't know if it belonged to the Cubans or some agent had stashed it there, so I put it back because I didn't want to get into trouble.

Sounds like you feel trapped by the capitalistic trappings of the western world and you subconsciously want to leave that behind and 'escape' to a more communist lifestyle where ownership of 'things' is less important. However, you clearly are held hostage from making the desired changes to your life - you perhaps feel like you'd be letting someone else down by making that change? Perhaps that's what the transmitter is suggesting: you don't want to communicate those feelings to that other person and so you leave it... but at heart, Quintin_Stone is just another dirty commie!

OMG, better dead than red!

I had a dream the other night that I was playing an RTS game, and, just as in waking life, it was driving me nuts becauase

(a): I hate the genre
and
(b): as a result, I have no background knowledge of how those games work, so I kept losing, and didn't know why, or how to do better.

Playing an RTS game badly is a pretty common dream of mine. Usually everything will be fuzzy in my dream and I will be really exhausted. I'll come in to the middle of a level and in the middle of a battle so that I have to figure out what the heck is going on in my base while under duress. Also I frequently can't do waypoints or queue up orders, and whoever was playing before me didn't make nearly enough workers. Lastly everything builds super slowly.

The last time I had a version of this dream was actually only a couple of days ago. In the past it has been mostly Europa Universalis or Fantasy based, and even my addled, sleeping brain understands swords, pikes, cavalry, bows, and muskets. This last one was a science fiction game (maybe a bit of Outpost 2 in there). The tool tips describing the units were too blurry for me to read (common in dreams). So I didn't even know what the little tanks and things did. I ended up ordering a bunch of the ones with the biggest guns on the top. They did ok, but I couldn't afford enough of them.

Jonman wrote:

I had a dream the other night that I was playing an RTS game, and, just as in waking life, it was driving me nuts becauase

(a): I hate the genre
and
(b): as a result, I have no background knowledge of how those games work, so I kept losing, and didn't know why, or how to do better.

Haha! I had a dream I was playing Starcraft 2 but I was very distracted, so I'd look back to my game and I'd have loads & loads of resources but I hadn't been spending it so I was woefully unprepared for when my opponent attacked and wiped me out. I kept playing again and again and losing.

Thank God I haven't had a video game dream in a while, You want weird imagine having a firly low resolution dream as you not only dream about a game, but dream about being the character in a game. Last happened to me with World War II Online (Now called Battlefield Europe), imagined I was a sapper infiltrating a town and playing hide and seek with the enemy. Capping the table (you had to camp out touching a radio table for 2 minutes without dying in order to capture a building, needless to say this was tough to do solo if the guys on the other side were diligent about checking in most towns. The amusing thing is that I enjoyed it both in game and in the dream. In real life that should be terrifying to do, then again I loved the game and was pretty good at it (killing a guy in close quarters with a rifle while he was trying to get his SMG pointed at me was always a blast) Before that it was EQ, dreams of Crushbone and Mistmoore have been had...

I've had a lot of video game dreams where I'm inside the game, but I still have to interact with the game world by miming mouse and keyboard actions with my hands. It's really frustrating.

Last night I had a dream that a bunch of dark spots started appearing on my arms, like freckles only more of a dark gray colour. I was pretty worried about it, but the spots kept periodically disappearing and reappearing, so whenever I tried to show someone else the spots would disappear again.

Eventually I figured out that what was actually happening is that the spots were perfectly transparent, so when I held my arms in front of a dark background the spots became very noticeable, but when I held my arms up against a lighter background the spots were a lot harder to see - it was pure coincidence that whenever I tried to show someone else the spots we happened to be in a room with walls coloured such that the transparent spots were hard to notice.

Some scientists examined me and told me that I was slowly turning invisible, but they had no idea why and they were unable to halt or reverse the process. I don't remember any more of the dream but the whole thing was really depressing.

I had a dream yesterday that I was watching newly released episodes of Beavis and Butthead. It was animated, but they were drawn like emo versions of Bill & Ted. And were still totally fixated on why they still couldn't score with chicks. They were super pissed that they went full emo and it backfired on them. Then Tony Stark showed up and told them you never go full emo. I woke up pissed with what Mike Judge did to the show, then it occurred to me that I did it.

koshnika wrote:

I woke up pissed with what Mike Judge did to the show, then it occurred to me that I did it.

Have you forgiven yourself yet?

I had a dream where I suddenly realise that my hair looked like I'd got halfway through cutting it, then stopped. Shaved bits everywhere and longer bits elsewhere. I got really mad at the wife for not telling me how ridiculous I looked.

Jonman wrote:

I had a dream where I suddenly realise that my hair looked like I'd got halfway through cutting it, then stopped. Shaved bits everywhere and longer bits elsewhere. I got really mad at the wife for not telling me how ridiculous I looked.

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My wife was woken up this morning by my making noises that I suspect sounded like Homer when he thinks of cobras. I dreamed that I was pulled over for speeding by Ted "Theodore" Logan's dad for doing 75 in a 65 mph zone. Then I pulled into some parking lot and up to a drive-thru menu that was displaying the Steam server browser and prompting me for some IP address. I pulled over and parked, and some guy had a gremlin in a pink thong as his pet. He handed me one of its toys, which looked like a long, green chicken foot, and if you pulled one end, the foot opened up and squawked "Guess what? Chicken butt", which the gremlin seemed to like, at least until I pulled the end off, at which point it hissed and charged me, while I tried to fight it off with my foot. I guess that's when the cobra-screaming started, and she woke me up.

Good job, brain. I ask you to dream about thongs and butts, and you give me sexy gremlins. I'm putting you in a home.

I got a PAX cold, and dreamed about Ian Bogost the other night. I was back in university, and he was there for one of my classes. I've ordered the paperback of Persuasive Games but it hasn't arrived yet (in real life), so (in the dream) I couldn't get him to sign it. However, I wanted to show him that I was a huge fan of his, so tried to show him the podcasts in my iTunes library that featured him. But the new version of iTunes had replaced the UI with actual black plastic knobs and sliders that I didn't know how to operate, so I couldn't figure out how to get to my podcasts list. Instead, I just embarrassed myself in front of Ian Bogost. The dream eventually changed to something else, but I wonder what that meant...

I had a dream last night, or was it the night before? ... Anyway... i don't remember how it started but i remember that i was sleeping in bed and i felt a pain on my leg and on my arm. I started scratching the pain (which i thought was a caught hair on my clothing) and i realised that there were lumps there.

Somehow the light was on so i pushed my bedclothes off of me and i looked at the affected area on my arm and i saw a huge beetle nesting there like a tick or leech. I tried to get it out and eventually it came out but was scuttling to try and get back into the hole. I was also aware that the bed was full of these things....

Anyway, so i look at this hole and i realise that it's now full of puss but with a black dot in its centre; some sort of egg or larvae, i think to myself.

And that was the end of the dream....

Patient Zero wrote:

Hey I wanted to play a game with you Duoae, it's called "give me your longitude and latitude accurate to within 500 meters".