The dream thread

[Soap]

It was Halloween, and the wunderground.com weather site was forecasting a high of 105°F. This was similar to something that happened in real life a few months ago, where they forecasted exactly 100°F for Minneapolis during the March heat wave (it really only got to around 77, indeed well above normal but nowhere near their hyped-up prediction). I refreshed the page a bit later and found that they were now forecasting it to be around 70°F in Sweden, even though I was looking at the local forecast for Maine.

We got ready to hand out candy to the kids. To help us prepare, the city for some reason set up a huge outdoor buffet around 4pm, with free food for everyone in the neighborhood including the children who were going to be getting lots of candy a few hours later. The neighborhood had changed to a place I used to live 25 years ago, where there was a park just a few houses away from me and plenty of space to set up tables and sit down and eat. It was lots of fun.

[Shm Jay]

I gradually remembered that I had a second car, a Toyota Prius, but I couldn't get it to park properly. And then I remembered I had a third car, some sort of sports car. I couldn't remember how much I owed on either of these cars, either. Then I went into an office to ask how many cars I owed, but it turned out to be a dentist's office, and I was told I should go to the doctor instead. As I just got back from my trip, [this is from reality] I realised I couldn't go to the Toyota dealer's to check this because it was closed tomorrow [Sunday]. I wondered if I could sell one of the cars.

[Astraios]

I was at some kind of tree exhibition, with my parents and sisters and grandad, and we were there to see the Queen talk at some lecture thing, and there were some Orthodox Jews there with all massively long dreadlocks, and they were scary, so I avoided them. Then we went into the lecture hall, but before anything could happen everything went dark. When the lights came back on I was outside in the tree exhibition again, except I was alone. There were some crows sitting on the ground, looking very suspicious, so I ran away and hid in a shed.

Someone came along in a truck, and I thought it was just my family coming back, but it wasn't, it was some kind of army people who'd taken over and were busy wiping out aliens, and the suspicious crows had told them where I was. I realized at that point that I was an alien (I still looked just like a human though), so I tried to escape, but I couldn't. They caught me, put them in their truck, took me to some dungeon where they tortured me for a while. When they left me alone I decided to escape for real, so I took off my clothes, and started to rip off my skin on my arms. As I took my skin off, the special alien garment I had on to give me a human body became visible, and I peeled it off. It hurt a lot and I blacked out, but that was good because it meant that my consciousness would go back to my real body, and my human body would just be an empty skin lying on the dungeon floor.

I came round back in my real body, and I was lying in a stream naked, as if I'd been attacked and robbed. I looked sort of like a Gungan. The water was going into my mouth so I choked and coughed a bit, but then I woke up properly and realized I wasn't naked - I was wearing a different special alien garment that at the moment was intangible, so I grabbed hold of it and turned it into a black hooded robe, got up from the stream and started walking down the road.

I must have been in Africa, because it was hot and dry and dusty, and there were a lot of black people. I walked past a service station where there were some rich-looking white guys sitting outside and drinking, and I thought I'd just walk quickly past, but they all got up and the biggest one of them came walking right up to me and tried to grab me. I kept walking away from him but he kept coming closer, and his friends had weapons, so I gave up and stood still, and then he started to take off his and my clothes so he could have sex with me. Now I was apparently a shapeshifter, and I'd changed my shape to be a human again, so I tried to turn back to my alien shape so he wouldn't want to have sex, but I couldn't do it for some reason. I got scared by not being able to change back then and I woke up.

[linguoboy]

My brothers and I were in some rocky-floored cellar with a pronounced slope. I warned my younger brother about a large and nasty-looking snake writhing toward his feet. As I watched it continue around the room, I noticed that it appeared to have legs. Four of them? Yes, four legs, technically making it some kind of lizard, I suppose. It seemed of uncanny intelligence so, on the assumption that it was some magically creature, I took a swig from a bottle of dark-coloured Korean alcohol I happened to have handy and spat that all over it. It responded by rearing up on its haunches and sending a tiny spherical spark floating my way that I was forced to dodge. Another swig, another spitting, another spark. This time, however, I kept blowing on the spark until it reversed direction. When it made contact with the beast, he burst into flames and was reduced to ash almost instantly. I was disappointed not to see a sorcerous gem lying amid the ashes. I also laid into my two brothers for watching the struggle from close by without helping me blow the spark back onto the snake/lizard/dragon thing.

[Shm Jay]

I dreamt of this board! I made up some sort of Turtlehead-type cipher thing named "donus" or something like that because I was being flip and sarcastic about some newbies, yet it really took off among the newbies and someone put its phonemes in a five-by-five grid and replaced each phoneme with a picture of a rock star, like David Bowie. The oldbies were outraged and called for me to be banned, saying it was worse than a fart joke, and Whimemsz posted a long wail asking why he bothered to continue living.

[Imralu]

and someone put its phonemes in a five-by-five grid and replaced each phoneme with a picture of a rock star, like David Bowie.

This language has no pronounceable phonemes, only guitar licks.

[Soap]

Must have been an epic dream, but I only remember the very end even though I woke up less than 5 minutes ago.

I was watching the last episode of a TV show that had only had 10 episodes. The plot was continuous through the show, so it was more like a miniseries. They had spent some time digging around in a big messy field of rocks looking for stuff. The guy in charge of it had discovered at the end that it was actually the ruins of a pyramid (no great leap of thought since a lot of the rocks were triangle shaped). And then that situation was suddenly real, and we had a huge backyard with the ruins og a pyramid in it, and were going to build it back to life.

[tezcatlip0ca]

I don't remember most of my dreams, but I can tell you that for the last three weeks or so, they have been almost entirely in a "full" version of my conlang, as if my lexicon were Arka-sized... And by the time I wake up, I get the urge to add like fifty words to the lexicon, and by the time I try to write them down, I have already forgotten them...

[ná'oolkiłí]

I was on a precarious cliff with a friend and I had to convince him to fertilize an eagle egg while fending off a crow-girl. He couldn't manage it so I did it myself.

[Shrdlu]

I dreamt that I was in my room, sitting on my knees and this is something I have never been able to do when awake.
Very special point of view indeed.

[Pinetree]

I dreamt that I was driving down the road with my sisters, and we saw a car that had the front and labels of a Delorean, but the back end of a PT Cruiser.

[sirred]

Neoconfederate-anarchists tried to take my mom's house over by planting their flags on the front lawn/adverse possession. They never said as much but in a dream you just sort of know. They never attacked, only gave chase and caused property damage. I chased them until my mother and brother came, at which point we rounded them up. They mostly waited quietly for the authorities to pick them up (who were oddly contacted by calling the state house).

Unfortunately, the female Neoconfederate-Anarchist kept biting me as we watched TV so my brother and I restrained her by ducttaping a giant foam hand we apparently owned over her head. She was not otherwise affected by the hand, still able to talk without muffling and comment on TV. I woke up as an officer of the state version of the FBI pulled up (with a very subtle Kansas flag on his car), after having trouble finding a spot. Again, it was something I didn't see but just knew.

[Melteor]

I was going around the Amazon river on boats in flood season and there were Great White sharks breaching and stuff and trying to eat people.

[maıráí]

I dreamed of an 80's teen movie.
The protagonist was a semi-dork who eventually befriended the crazy new kid in school, (who would eventually move away again).
The protag had an older brother who was supposed to be a popular jock in college on an athletic scholarship, but had broken his leg and was lying around the house; one younger brother who idolized him, his older brother, and his dad; a younger brother who his mother doted on. His dad was always away at work (paying for their big, angular glass home), and his mother ignored him.
His new friend lived with his mother, an artist, who was seperated from another workaholic husband.

Nothing really happened. It was more like things were being set-up, before the plot picked up. I did feel that the ending wouldn't be happy, however.

[ol bofosh]

Sounds like you fell asleep watching a film, lol.

[Lyhoko Leaci]

I dreamed I was at my grandparent's house, standing in the driveway and looking at the suns. There were a bunch of clouds, but still 4 suns were easily visible though the gaps, and one of them looked like our actual sun, another was a similar size to the sun but red and dimmer, and there were two red giants that were hard to see though the air. (sort of like a hazy view of a distant mountain, or something) All four of them were orbiting around each other and very high speeds, so that one could easily watch their movement even if you just looked at them for a couple seconds. Then apparently one of them went supernova or something, as there was a bright flash of white light, a loud boom, and I woke up.

Another dream I was a girl exploring an apartment/small house of some sort which had at least three floors, and there wasn't much of anything on the first floor, there was a kitchen and office area on the second floor, and my? bedroom was on the third floor, but it overlooked the office (or maybe I had x-ray vision?) and hung out over the edge of the building as well, so there was a glass floor in part of it, and there was also a stairway leading down from the third floor to the first going behind the office, and I was about to follow it to see where exactly it went, but then I woke up.

[Colonel Cathcart]

Last night I had a dream that was like a really funny TV show. At one point there was a joke that called for a pop culture reference, except no appropriate reference existed, so my brain invented an actress named Temple Pia just for the joke. Not only that, but it gave her enough of a backstory that I got the reference and understood why it was funny. The joke involved Pia acting in a lowest-common-denominator action-comedy blockbuster called Hitler II: American Pia, in which she plays a Terminator that thinks it's Hitler (complete with the little moustache and the one glowing eye). The joke was that Temple Pia was a short, fat, matronly-looking woman who was highly respected for her very serious roles in high-brow Merchant Ivoryesque dramas. The poster looked like this:

Mama mia!
Temple Pia
HITLER II
AMERICAN PIA

The human brain is truly amazing, is what I'm trying to say.

[Astraios]

This dream started only just before my alarm clock woke me up, so it's very short and only the beginning of what probably would have been a really good story.

Previously I had been in some kind of greyish old Georgian manor house at night with some Georgian people who were my friends, and the dream was boring and not much was happening, except for some reason all the lights were out. Then I went outside into the garden to look at the stars, and the dream turned into this one.

The ornamental garden became a sooty grey concrete underground steamtrain station, the whole dream became greyscale, and I "remembered" that the people in the house had been taken away by soldiers, but since I'd gone into the garden and all the lights were out, the soldiers hadn't found me. I also "remembered" that the lights had been out because we were in Germany in 1939, and me and my friends were all a bunch of different people the Nazis wanted to get rid of, so we'd been attempting to hide.

I was walking along the platform next to the train, in a terribly bad mood and a German soldier's uniform. The train was on the left, and the tunnel was very big, and you almost couldn't see the roof. The walls were huge breezeblocks blackened with soot, and I was marching along pretending to look German.

I walked past someone dressed as Stalin (it wasn't really him, but in dream-1939 it was fashionable to dress up as him), who took no notice of me, but then I walked past someone dressed as Hitler, and he looked at me and made the comment "Wery Tschörman", and I replied "Senk ju", and then I mentally kicked myself because that was so obviously a sarcastic comment. The Hitler-guy didn't do anything though, so I just kept walking and joined the crowd leaving the platform.

To leave the platform you had to turn right up a large flight of concrete stairs which had three sections, and the first one couldn't seem to make up its mind whether it was stairs or a ramp, so it just flickered between the two. Whatever it was, I started to walk up it after all the grey people in long overcoats, and the music started, all epic and cello-y. I got in a worse and worse mood as I went up, and by the second section of stairs the choir started singing, and it was all children's voices which made it sound all atmospheric and horrible, and they managed to get the first couple of lines out before my alarm woke me: I strayed too far, I took my place, referred to it as the marching pace. It was probably referring to me straying too far from my friends in the Georgian house and subsequently taking my place as a good German citizen against their kind just to avoid being killed, even though I knew it was wrong.

Bloody alarm clock. >:(

[Soap]

Probably should have written this down an hour ago before I forgot most of it, but here goes:

We were at some UN type of thing listening to various world leaders. The president of Syria, Kofi Annan, was talking but suddenly there was a power outage on his side of the communication. He signed off abruptly since he knew he wouldnt be able to say much more. This made the Syrian representative so angry that he declared war. I'm not sure who he had declared war on, but the rest of us were trying to calm him down. It seemed the personality of the real Syrian president was transferred in the dream to the guy who was sitting with me, even though the guy on televsion looked like the real president (whose name I couldnt remember in the dream, and apparently substituted Kofi Annan since it sounds Arabic enough).

[Ars Lande]

I dreamt I was a Sumerian scribe.
A gigantic mechanical device, kind of like a printing press, had been invented to make copies of cuneiform texts on clay and to take care of accounting.

It turned out that the giant printing press had been inadvertently designed as a Turing machine. More than that, it was slowly gaining sentience.
As I was in charge of the maintenance of the thing, I had to find a way to shut it down before it started to wreck havoc on the city, with the help of the king, who was not actually a king, but rather a superhero-like masked figure.

If I was Neil Stephenson, I could probably make a kickass novel out of this.

[Torco]

I oringinally read that as 'I dreamt I was a Sumerian tribe'

and my mind was blown at the idea of dreaming that one is an entire society... I think it would be my ultimate intellectorgasm

[ná'oolkiłí]

I had a really rad dream about this superhero team. One of them had this power to summon demons through manholes. He'd throw up a manhole cover like a discus up to an open hole in the street, the cover would spin furiously around in the hole, start glowing, and a huge flaming tornado would erupt out of it with flaming dragons and whatnot. Another one was fighting this evil syntactician (!) by astral projecting into ancient Egyptian ruins.

[Jerian]

Me and some mexican gangsters (no racism intended, I'm just reciting this dream as it happened) are breaking into a building (a tall, skyscraper like building). We wait in a small room near the back, while one member runs deeper into the building to accomplish some other goal. I look out a window, to see that there's already police swarming outside. I look through the scope on my pistol (in my dream, my pistol had a scope. Deal with it). I aim it for fun at various police officers, but don't shoot.

I get bored, and lean against a wall. I accidentally set off a fire alarm, though the other gangsters waiting near me don't appear to notice.

I look through the window, and point out to them that people are rapidly beginning to leave the building. At this point, the one that had run off earlier returns, and one of the others yaps orders at him in spanish (I don't speak spanish, so it was more or less gibberish my brain made up which I interpreted as spanish).

At this point the dream ends, and I promptly write it down.

[Das Baron]

I was standing on the grass around a public pool with friends, and a man was standing outside the chain-link fence yelling at us. He wanted us to let him in, since for some reason he wasn't able to get in himself. When we asked why we should, he said that he was Clyde Stubblefield. We didn't believe him -- he was a white guy, after all -- but he played the Funky Drummer break on the fence, and that was good enough for us.

[Soap]

A woman I know was mauled by a carnivorous plant. It had happened on top of a mountain in California, where first it was 90F and sunny, and then suddenly four thundersnows in a row swept by. This somehow caused the plants that lived there to go on the attack. But the dream was just the aftermath of that, where she was in her room in a wheelchair (she always needs a wheelchair) and telling me what had happened.

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In a separate dream, I found a bunch of old CD's I'd packed away many years ago that I'll probably never find in real life because theyve probably been thrown out thinking Id never want them again.