The dream thread

[Torco]

LIRLAT

I forget what this means. Look I Really Like Apple Trees?

Laugh(ed) In Real Life At That.

See, there's a bit of an Internet acronym treadmill going on. LOL no longer actually means "laughed out loud," so we have to have a new one for when we actually do laugh out loud.

Exactly, and I'm using LIRLAT as a viable alternative, even if any next step in the treadmill's gonna be as short lived as the one before it.

[Nortaneous]

LIRLAT

I forget what this means. Look I Really Like Apple Trees?

Laugh(ed) In Real Life At That.

See, there's a bit of an Internet acronym treadmill going on. LOL no longer actually means "laughed out loud," so we have to have a new one for when we actually do laugh out loud.

Exactly, and I'm using LIRLAT as a viable alternative, even if any next step in the treadmill's gonna be as short lived as the one before it.

At least LIRLAT looks a lot worse than LOL when repeated endlessly.

[Viktor77]

I had a dream that my university offered a Falgwian language class which I took, knowing fully I was the creator of the language. Only problem was I never copyrighted the name and the class turned out to be just a biology lesson as the textbook had no actual Falgwian in it save a little vocab.

[dunomapuka]

I dreamt I was giving my friend (the same one who was in the costume-dream earlier) a haircut. I didn't know what I was doing, but just sort of improvised, and shaved one side of her head in a Rihanna-esque way. Then I realized I'd shaved more of her hair than I meant to, and there were large bald patches, so I styled it into a kind of comb-over. I gave her a small black plastic flower to wear in her hair.

[Qwynegold]

Two very important parts of my life right now.

Yay for dream interpreting!

[Jetboy]

I had a weird dream which started out as me describing a dream I'd had to a couple guys in my grade who I usually don't talk to much, and then half woke up and realized that I'd been describing my dream before it happened. When I fell asleep again , it eventually segued into the awesome Latin teacher I had last year coming back.

[Risla]

This is kind of an old dream, but it was very memorable.

I walked into my kitchen, and the oven door opened. Napoleon Bonaparte climbed out of it. He looked at me, then he turned into an anteater and started singing in Hungarian. My kitchen then turned into a rainforest and the anteater was loaded into a shopping cart and carted away by a bunch of shrews. I then tied my hair to a vine and spent the rest of the dream hanging from my hair and swinging circles around a tree.

(Obviously the Hungarian was just gibberish, since I don't speak Hungarian)

[Shm Jay]

I dreamt of Californian [left] latte-drinking dissidents against the

US government riding helicopters to get from one place to another. The US government had two weapons to harrass the helicopter-riders: a) little hovering black balls that made the commutes awkward by forcing swervings; b) levitating black high-heel or platform shoes that hijacked the dissidents’ feet [these were women] and forced them to go in a different direction, before releasing the feet and flying off.

[Kereb]

I haven't remembered many of my dreams this week but last week I had one where I was on an airplane and I noticed that the guy sitting next to me was Patton Oswalt. The plane started to fall out of the sky and Oswalt started panicking so frantically that even though I knew we were all about to die, I was just embarrassed for the both of us.

[Soap]

Great dream, Iconoclast. Very eccentric.

Last night I dreamt I was lost in my own hometown. Oddly there was almost nobody to ask for help, even more oddly, the few people I did find, I chose not to ask for help. I even helped a woman get her car started without it occurring to me that I could ask her how to get home. Also, there were a lot of underground passages, seemingly dug by construction workers, from what had previously been a parking-garage type of building.

I woke up when I finally did meet someone who told me how to get back home.

[Nesescosac]

Conlanging ice cream shops. How I love my subconscious.

[bulbaquil]

I just had a dream where I was doing some sort of science experiment... in a house... on the MOON, and we were constantly worried that the house might depressurize and render us in the virtual vacuum that is the moon's "atmosphere". For some reason, though, the moon seemed to have Earth-normal gravity in my dream.

[dunomapuka]

I attended a wealthy Persian friend's house party and we discussed our respective religious backgrounds as he mixed a couple drinks. He was encouraging me, in some way, to explore my heritage and suggested I go out to a bar with some of his Catholic friends. But then a nerdy couple walked into the room, who I was vaguely acquainted with, of which the girlfriend was fervently Catholic herself. She dragged her boyfriend into a closet and loudly demanded that he list the sins he had committed. She complained that he was so sinful and lacking in piety. Then everybody talked about Classical music for a while.

[Soap]

Sounds like a nice girl. Was this someone you know in real life? The description "who I was vaguely acquainted with" is ambiguous as to whether that, too, was part of the dream or not.

I tend not to dream about real people very often, probably because I don't know that many people in real life.

[dunomapuka]

None of them were real - the physical appearance of the couple, I think, were based off some people I went to school with. I didn't know them well, but they were the type of miserable couple that are constantly pulling each other off to the side of the room to have whispered conversations.

[dunomapuka]

I was inside a movie from the mid-1960's about the dysfunctionality of an upper-middle-class family. Mom, Dad and two boys, one about 14 and one about 18-22. I was staying at their fancy renovated farmhouse (I think it was in Connecticut) with the older son. We were watching TV in his bedroom - some show about Chinese wrestlers. I noticed that there were a bunch of pill dispensers in the room, containing interesting medications. I tried to pilfer an Ambien, but the dispensers kept moving around the room and would sometimes end up in my luggage. I didn't want the family to think I was stealing, so I tried to put everything back in its proper place.

Meanwhile, the mother apologized to the younger son for some argument they had had, and brought him a cup of tea, but he confronted her and the father about making shallow displays of affection and appeasement, to him and to each other, to hide their underlying lack of love for each other. The parents agreed with him (this is where it began to seem like a movie) and hired a consultant to advise the family - he was a long-haired hippie who spoke in existentialist lingo about universal love. His advice seemed to work and everyone reconciled.

Later, I said to the mother something like: I'm sorry, ma'am, things keep ending up in my bag when I don't mean them to. She said, it's okay, I accidentally steal things all the time. She opened her purse to reveal a whole tray full of lipstick samples.

Then somebody sang a folksong with quasi-mythological lyrics about the shift of American politics to the right in the 80's. It ended with the words:
...every li'l Ohio and li'l Missouri,
Used to be Manheagan, now it's North Reagan.

[Risla]

I've just woken up from a very vivid dream in which I was eating a salad (with chopsticks for some reason). It had raspberry vinaigrette dressing and feta cheese in it.

[catberry]

Dream incubation seems to actually work. I told myself "I'll have a dream about Nirvana" over and over right before I fell asleep, and this was the result:

I was at some sort of concert venue, and Kurt was talking about how Pennyroyal Tea was about how German soldiers in World War II would be sent to the front lines without them knowing, and then they played the song, but then a monster came and attacked them and they had to hide it in a bathtub under the stage. Then they ended up playing Plateau [and I was somehow now listening to it on my iPod], and then after it ended Kurt said "Hey, Liz!" and then there was some mumbling that I didn't quite catch [the volume wouldn't turn up], and then a woman who I assumed to be Liz talked about how "production was a lot of work but it turned out okay", et cetera.

[Bristel]

I had a short but scary dream last year involving my grandmother and her house (that has since been torn down to build a lot of more expensive and tightly packed in homes).

I was in her dining room with my grandmother next to me, and we were looking out of the window at the power lines above the street. They starting rotating around like if they were jump-ropes and kept spinning faster and faster... There was also thunder and lightning that kept getting closer, louder and brighter, until I was either struck or I ducked to get away..

By then it was rumbling and buzzing and cracking so loud that I was screaming "I love you" to my grandmother, as if I thought would die. I woke up pretty upset because I never had a dream with such loudness, even when having dreams about volcanic eruptions.

A similar dream with my grandmother involved us driving up very narrow roads on the side of huge sandstone rock walls, much like in Moab Utah. (In fact, I lived there at the time I had the dream, or I had just moved back to Washington state).

I think we were driving to her mother or mother-in-law's house, whom I didn't know at all.

As we drove up the cliffside, it got too steep, so we got jerked around by rocks under the wheels, and for some reason, my grandmother fell out...

As she fell, I scrambled over to the window of the driver's side door and screamed out "I love you Grandma".

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As dreadful as that sounds, I think I was feeling afraid that I'd lose my grandmother before I got older.

She died last year, and the first dream in my post happened probably 6 months before she passed away.

I haven't had a depressing dream or scary dream with her in it since, but I'm not quite sure I've let go emotionally... I always freaked out about losing her even before it became apparent that I was losing her, and afterwards, I only grieved very briefly.

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Well, does anyone want to do a dream interpretation on those?

I used to have a dream interpretation book somewhere, it was kinda fun to use after a dream, even if the symbolism was nonsense.

[Tropylium]

See, there's a bit of an Internet acronym treadmill going on. LOL no longer actually means "laughed out loud," so we have to have a new one for when we actually do laugh out loud.

Exactly, and I'm using LIRLAT as a viable alternative, even if any next step in the treadmill's gonna be as short lived as the one before it.

At least LIRLAT looks a lot worse than LOL when repeated endlessly.

I've just accepted that "lol" has ceased to be an acronym altogether and is now simply a synonym for "funny".
A suitably laconic comic take at this.

…I was just thinking if I should trim the quote pyramid a bit, decide on "nah", and then board reminds about it too… Should I say, "lol"?

[Shm Jay]

Last night I dreamt I was at Disneyland, which was extremely deserted. I was browsing in the gift shop, but they had nothing but rubbish and a magazine rack of pornography.

[Soap]

Rats, mice, and other little animals were invading my house, and I was sitting on the roof in the middle of the night with a walk-in trap hoping to catch them. But they all gathered together on the back of a gigantic groundhog and I got scared and woke up.

Then I dreamt I was on vacation in the Basque-speaking part of Spain, taking Basque courses that were taught in English. But somehow I ended up in an unfamiliar part of town and couldn't find my way home because I was afraid to ask people who didnt even speak Spanish let alone English (yes I know the Basques all speak Spanish in real life). That was bad enough, but then around nightfall it started raining which for some reason was even worse than just being lost.

[Viktor77]

I dreamt that Captain Jack Harkness and Gwen from Torchwood were searching this crazy house for clues of evil doing. There were things everywhere and Gwen stumbled upon a room protected by colored "pigs" which were defending something. She easily slaughtered the pigs and took three memory-card sized chips and told Jack of her find. As soon as Jack found out he yelled at her to return them and that they belonged to him and were extremely important. Gwen then ran with them, being chased by Jack and some assistant through buildings, fighting them off as Gwen wondered what Jack wanted with such things that came from a house where evil-doing was present. Eventually Jack got so desperate he told his assistant to wield knives in an attempt to get Gwen. I woke up at this point, but if I had continued it I would've planned for Gwen offering an explanation of what the chips were for in exchange for giving them to Jack.

[catberry]

Some of the students at my school (including myself) were going to visit Mercury. It turned out that it wasn't actually all that hot, since it had no atmosphere.

[Drakes]

(This dream is from about two years ago.)
I was the president of an alternate America in the tropics. It was the equivalent of the early 19th century, but with modern technology. I was hanging out in the marble executive mansion when an aide brought in a document. Reading the document, I found that it contained evidence that I had committed a serious crime in my youth. I remembered that at the age of 15, when my family's estate in upper Osawgee had been foreclosed upon, I opened fire with an automatic rifle on men inspecting the estate. But I did not notice, until too late, that with the men in business suits were also accompanied by the local anglican priest. Having killed him, I was greatly remorseful and wandered away, eventually getting involved in the revolutionary war and rising to prominence. Anyway, sitting in my marble-walled and -floored office, I realized that the document had been released. The remorse again arose in me and I broke down and cried.

After that, I donned a disguise and went to a bar in the capital, posing as a working man.

I worked on developing this dream into a story but I got distracted and never wrote more than a couple pages.