The dream thread

[Drydic]

Holy crap Kashubia was in WW4 (yes) and I was a part of the Anti-Kashubian Farsi Resistance.
I died when then hanged me by my toes.

So the Kashubians broke away from Poland and became a world power capable of invading Iran?

Duh

[Herr Dunkel]

Holy crap Kashubia was in WW4 (yes) and I was a part of the Anti-Kashubian Farsi Resistance.
I died when then hanged me by my toes.

So the Kashubians broke away from Poland and became a world power capable of invading Iran?

Not only that, they even spoke Fartshubian with /ʙ̥ʲ qˣʲ ɢˤ ɖʲˣʰ/ I mentioned earlier.

[Kereb]

cue shm jay

[Drydic]

I was shipwrecked in a swamp after my pontoon boat capsized and sank (don't ask). I ended up with a dark red dromeosaur and a cross between a beetle and a mosquito as cherished companions. Think Winston from Castaway.

[Herr Dunkel]

I was shipwrecked in a swamp after my pontoon boat capsized and sank (don't ask). I ended up with a dark red dromeosaur and a cross between a beetle and a mosquito as cherished companions. Think Winston from Castaway.

That dark-red dromeosaur can be rephrased as a far-left dromeosaur, which can be reinterpreted as far-left, which in turn can be reinterpreted as The Far-Left, which is led by Eddy.
Therefore you were stranded with Eddy. Oh my

[Drydic]

I was shipwrecked in a swamp after my pontoon boat capsized and sank (don't ask). I ended up with a dark red dromeosaur and a cross between a beetle and a mosquito as cherished companions. Think Winston from Castaway.

That dark-red dromeosaur can be rephrased as a far-left dromeosaur, which can be reinterpreted as far-left, which in turn can be reinterpreted as The Far-Left, which is led by Eddy.
Therefore you were stranded with Eddy. Oh my

No the dromeosaur could actually do things like hunt and communicate.

[Herr Dunkel]

I was shipwrecked in a swamp after my pontoon boat capsized and sank (don't ask). I ended up with a dark red dromeosaur and a cross between a beetle and a mosquito as cherished companions. Think Winston from Castaway.

That dark-red dromeosaur can be rephrased as a far-left dromeosaur, which can be reinterpreted as far-left, which in turn can be reinterpreted as The Far-Left, which is led by Eddy.
Therefore you were stranded with Eddy. Oh my

No the dromeosaur could actually do things like hunt and communicate.

Not going to answer this due to a double-edged sword

[Soap]

I dreamt I was taking Japanese, and I remember being surprised that I was there, because I have little interest in learning any language right now. Then the dream shaded into another one where there was a man named Mr Singh who had his own line of sodas, the logo for one of which was a cartoon style of his own head as a lemon-like fruit (even though it was orange flavored). He was also apparently a barber, and had a soda machine in his barbershop.

[Herr Dunkel]

I was trying to marry a blind albino mouse to my sister.

[Astraios]

I was a member of an anti-Steampunk/Chinese/Nazi/Communist resistance group, and me and my fellow resistance members lived in a big steampunky city just outside the border of Nazicom-controlled territory. We had grown so numerous that we decided to try an outright attack on the Nazicoms, so we ran through the city (which was very pretty) one afternoon as the sun was shining through the factory smoke, carrying our only weapons which were like giant bolases that you whack people in the head with, and surprised the border guards in a square that looked suspiciously like a steampunk Tiananmen. They were very slow to react, which was good because they had guns and we didn't. I whacked about five people in the head, until one person just kept on getting up after I knocked him down, so I stomped on his face with my boots. Then there was an NTV (Nazicom TV) reporter on the scene trying to make a report about how everything was fine, and he was very cute and looked panicky, so I whacked his TV crew on the head and asked if he wanted to join us. He did, and I took off my jacket and gave it to him, so he could wear something orange too (orange was the resistance's agreed colour, because we couldn't afford real uniforms). Then he kissed me and ran off with the others into the enemy territory, and the dream skipped to the happy end in which me and the NTV defector were reunited at the entrance to the square. Yay.

[Herr Dunkel]

I was a member of an anti-Steampunk/Chinese/Nazi/Communist resistance group, and me and my fellow resistance members lived in a big steampunky city just outside the border of Nazicom-controlled territory. We had grown so numerous that we decided to try an outright attack on the Nazicoms, so we ran through the city (which was very pretty) one afternoon as the sun was shining through the factory smoke, carrying our only weapons which were like giant bolases that you whack people in the head with, and surprised the border guards in a square that looked suspiciously like a steampunk Tiananmen. They were very slow to react, which was good because they had guns and we didn't. I whacked about five people in the head, until one person just kept on getting up after I knocked him down, so I stomped on his face with my boots. Then there was an NTV (Nazicom TV) reporter on the scene trying to make a report about how everything was fine, and he was very cute and looked panicky, so I whacked his TV crew on the head and asked if he wanted to join us. He did, and I took off my jacket and gave it to him, so he could wear something orange too (orange was the resistance's agreed colour, because we couldn't afford real uniforms). Then he kissed me and ran off with the others into the enemy territory, and the dream skipped to the happy end in which me and the NTV defector were reunited at the entrance to the square. Yay.

WHY DO YOU HAVE ALL THE FUN DREAMS

[Astraios]

Because I'm better than you.

[Earthling]

Because I'm better than you.

And to think that in my dream, you're nothing but gorilla bait.

[Astraios]

See how much better I am? I sacrificed myself to let you escape!

[Herr Dunkel]

See how much better I am? I sacrificed myself to let you escape!

You Englishman.
In my homeland, it's perfectly OK to sacrifice someone else for your own life! I DECLARE WAR

[Astraios]

I DECLARE WAR

I declare that I win. Next dream, please.

[Herr Dunkel]

I DECLARE WAR

I declare that I win. Next dream, please.

Aw

[finlay]

I've been eating strepsils for a sore throat over the past few days – the other night I dreamt that I went to the shop to buy some, but realised once I'd opened the packet that I'd accidentally bought viagra, and I had to spit it out. But I had an erection by that point (morning wood), and I then dreamt that I was able to suck my own dick. Ah, if only.

[Herr Dunkel]

I've been eating strepsils for a sore throat over the past few days – the other night I dreamt that I went to the shop to buy some, but realised once I'd opened the packet that I'd accidentally bought viagra, and I had to spit it out. But I had an erection by that point (morning wood), and I then dreamt that I was able to suck my own dick. Ah, if only.

Now, that's a dream I wouldn't like to have.

[finlay]

Hey man, it's not gay if you want to suck your own dick.

OK, maybe in my case it is, but still, it's just a form of masturbation.

[Lyhoko Leaci]

I had a dream where several Ranma 1/2 characters (at the very least, Happosai, Ryoga, and Akane) and several other people were sneaking though a forest for a while, then everyone suddenly ended up in a desert and it turned into a free for all fight. Then I got sucked into a random quicksand pit, but after sinking down to my chest, I was able to somehow able to swing my foot out and kick someone, then swing my other foot out to escape from the oddly small quicksand pit. The fight ended after Happosai was flung over a really tall fence that apparently had just appeared, and everyone got onto a school bus that was parked nearby. We headed back into the forest from before, and we knew that bus wasn't in the best of condition somehow, even though it looked fine. The poor condition became more obvious when we pulled onto the road, making a wide sweeping turn to the right that crossed over the other side of the road, thankfully no one was in the way. However, a cop was in the area and saw the turn, and turned on its sirens. The bus went on for a little ways before pulling of to the side of the road and taking quite a ways to stop on brakes that sounded like they would fail at any moment. Oddly, the cop's car didn't seem to be in any better condition, as it took them quite some time to get to us, even though they were right there when they turned their sirens on.

Then I was suddenly in the middle of a space battle, and the other side was quite powerful and spread out, making them difficult to take out. Then they somehow messed with our weapons systems making it really hard to aim, but we soon fixed that problem and then messed up their weapons. Then there was something with shooting a target with a sniper cannon or something, then I woke up.

I also remember something about a side-scrolling game in a house that was getting shot full of holes and you had to avoid the weapons fire, but that's about all I remember of it.

[Astraios]

It was a patch of Lightning Sand!

Also, you seem to have lots of dreams involving buses (okay, I can remember two, but...).

[Soap]

I went to two new bookstores near me but found out they were both just a single room, were mostly greeting cards and kids' stuff and overall had nothing worth mentioning. Then I went to a gas station plaza and found a coffee store that was bigger than them and found that they had free samples of pretty much everything they sold. I drank a bunch of coffee and went home taking some more with me. I got home and remembered I had an unrefrigerated salad on the floor, which I'd bought just to use the lettuce for other meals.

that's all I remember

[Risla]

I only remember one thing about my dream last night: it involved a building constructed entirely out of human tongues.

[Travis B.]

WHY DO YOU HAVE ALL THE FUN DREAMS

Hey, some of us either do not get dreams at all, only remember the fact that we had a dream of some sort (on the rare occasions we get them), and only very, very rarely remember dreams at all.

The last dream I remember at all involved me getting trapped in a (small) bathroom and then drowned in shit not only backed up from all drains and toilet but, also, inexplicably spraying wildly out of the faucet and the showerhead.

I think that dream was about a year ago.