Crazy weird dreams that you've dreamt!

Another strange dream to be written down before I forget. I dreamed up an episode of Seinfeld. Basically plot was they were all forced to share a small room and bed for the night with a guest. Some hi-jinks happening and trying to figure out if Kramer was a swinger without actually saying that word. Actually rather funny and I swear the voices were right.

Course then I woke up late for work.

I had dream that my dog Ruby called me at work whining like she was in trouble. When I got home I couldn't find her and began to panic. Then I stopped and wondered how my dog called me from home when I don't have a land line phone. Then I wondered how could a dog even call me even if I had a phone. Then realized I didn't even have a dog. Then I realized I was dreaming and woke up.

Ruby was a husky by the way with pretty blue eyes. I have the worse luck with dream pets.

Ok, I had a weird one. I was Adam West Batman and I rode my bike to an abandoned JC Penny. Not a Bat Bike or even a decent bike but, like, a ten-speed you could buy at Walmart. Going inside the JC Penny, it was full of hallucinogenic gas but, as far as I can remember, Scarecrow wasn't in the '60s Batman so it must have Lord Ffogg which implies that there was once a JC Penny in Londinium. I had to stab a bunch of henchmen with safety scissors because that was the only thing lying around. Then it somehow turned into a Lost thing where I was just hanging out in the hatch with Desmond and Frank Lapidus.

Oooh, this looks like a fun thread.

The other night I dreamt I'd lost a pen. Nothing special, the kind of pen you could pick up anywhere. But for some reason I was distraught over the loss of this pen. For most of the dream I was sat staring at my empty hands, wishing the pen was there. It was like I'd dreamt that I'd gotten drunk and wrapped my car around a tree, that's the level of guilt and sorrow I felt over losing this everyday pen. It was so bad that in the dream I eventually said 'It's OK Stephen, maybe this is just a dream...' and woke myself up.

I dreamt the other night that I had a job interview at a large company. I felt very confident, and I killed the interview while sitting out on a terrace outside the company's high-rise on a gorgeous day. (I could end this post there and it would certainly constitute a crazy weird dream in my world!)

Afterward, on a tour of the building, we stepped out onto an exposed breezeway a dozen stories up between two section of the V-shaped building. I leaned over the edge of the breezeway far enough to get a close look at the nearest of its apparently famous logo-imprinted window ledges, then realized that all my weight was on my hands and that the breezeway had no railing. I just sort of stuck there for a while, panic growing, unable to muster enough force to shift my weight back to my feet. Then everything shifted at once and I was flung backward, wedging weakly between the opposite side of the breezeway and the exterior wall of the building with nothing but empty air below. Thankfully that was enough to trigger dream awareness and wake up.

I was heading home from a shopping mall, but didn't feel like driving my car on the freeway. So I ditched my car and grabbed a bicycle and started pedaling my way home.

After a few miles I realized I needed my car for worl tomorrow and had to go back to get it.

Perfect dream logic!

Last night I dreamt that I was a Paladin of Voltron. I think I was Lance...which makes no sense... I didn't get to fly a Lion or anything but I was wearing the suit and got to use my Bayard, so pretty cool dream overall!

I was being chased by lizard people, but they couldn't climb or jump so I was getting pretty far ahead of them. Then someone stopped me to point out that a single suitcase could be recycled into thousands of water bottles. Somehow that was a very comforting thought given the circumstances.

I was in my apartment getting ready to go to bed when a bunch of my coworkers burst in and started messing around with all of my stuff. Some of them went into the kitchen and started changing all the settings on my appliances. One of our interns just kept picking up everything in sight and fiddling with it while another intern tried to steal change off my dresser. Another coworker sat down on my armchair and started scooting around on it, making me worried he was going to scratch up the floor. Finally I managed to shoo them all out so I could go to sleep.

I woke up at like 4am the next day. My apartment was in complete disarray. Someone had messed around with my oven so much that the display was now showing the character creator for a Japanese fighting game. While I was trying to fix the oven, I felt warm water drip on my head. Tons of water was dripping from the ceiling. It was warm, like maybe the upstairs tenant’s bath was overflowing. sh*t, what do I do? It’s 4am on a saturday, I need to call the weekend caretaker, will she even be awake at this hour? Crap, this is a lot of water, this is bad.

I woke up. It was all a dream! What a relief! Just to be safe though I got up and checked the kitchen ceiling.

Water was dripping from the ceiling. It was less water than in the dream, and it was cold this time. f*ck, I really do need to call the caretaker. It’s still 4am on saturday though, will I even be able to get through to her? Wait, why is there a bunch of half-defrosted meat on my counter? It looks like someone completely emptied out the freezer. Oh right, the whole apartment’s a huge mess right now after being ransacked by my coworkers last night, I should try to tidy up before someone gets here to fix the leak.

Wait, wasn’t the thing with my coworkers just a dream?

I woke up. I was really awake this time. I got up and checked the kitchen ceiling anyway. It was fine.

Very weird dream, probably influenced by my art class atm. We were in a classroom, about 20 of us and I didn't see everyone but I knew it was 20, we were all rpg npc class archetypes being educated about art incase the pcs came and asked us. Even the villians and generic enemies were there, I was also using a lengthened tea spoon as a book mark. We were looking at a version of the scream, I guess the dream's equivalent, but it was actually more of a fusion between cubism and dadaism and the people in the picture had masks and he were learning how to describe it because the pcs would eventually need to know how, we were also told not to give them the full answer until they did a few tasks for us. Then I woke up, before we learned what tasks the pcs would have to do. I kinda want to know what they'd have to do in order for us to describe this artistic monstrosity. It looked very cool but I couldn't replicate it even if I remember it 4 or 5 hours from now.