The dream thread

[Thry]

If I tried moderately hard; I could levitate and wander around my house floating, going through windows, not falling... it was impressive.

[Izambri]

I was in that London borough named Tamewaters*, on the Thames bank. Nice place, with many old buildings, residential and industrial, completely restored. Gentrification at top speed. Lots of young boys and girls on school trips to some museum the government likes to put in those restored industrial buildings.

*Yeah, I know, but that was the name my mind choosed.

[WeepingElf]

This morning I dreamt that I was having a discussion with Octaviano on some Internet forum. In that dream, he uttered even stranger ideas than he discussed here, such as that some indigenous American languages were of extraterrestrial origin

[Ghostfishe]

Four nights ago:
I was a child. My family moved into this awful burned-down house, because my parents had heard that the former owners had used the place as a souvenir shop... and they wanted to scrounge for cheap souvenirs. Except there was this back room separated from the rest of the house by two sliding doors, and some kind of evil spirit that wanted to cause doom on anybody in the house (such as, us). I accidentally wandered back and realized it was there because I kept hallucinating that there were corpses everywhere... but my parents were too busy scrounging and didn't put any stock in what I was saying. There was also a ghost of a six-year-old that crawled really fast on the floor. She was completely harmless, but it was one of those things that freaks you out just because it's so uncanny.

Three nights ago:
I was a teenage girl who owned this old beat up van, and a friend was trying to convince me to take her, her boyfriend, and this other couple camping. She wanted to use my van because we could fit everybody in it plus supplies. I suspected that they just wanted to go up there to make out, leaving me behind as the fifth wheel, but she swore up and down that they weren't, so I agreed. Predictably, they left me at the camp site the second we got there. At this point I decide, whatever. We're only a few blocks' distance from the neighborhood where she lives. I'm not sticking around here to play chauffeur... they can carry their own tents and walk home. So I pack up my own stuff and ditch their sorry hides.

The van breaks down right when I hit the edge of town. I am now an adult man instead of a teenage girl. I walk to town and go to a mechanics shop to get help, but it is closed out of respect for a festival being held later that evening. I go to a gas station and am unnerved that it is run by a 60-something lady. She seems to take a shining to me, and suggests that I stick around for the festival. She tells me everything will open back up once it's over. I wander around town looking for more immediate assistance, and everyone I meet who owns or runs or works in a business is a 60-something lady (not the same one) who immediately takes a shining to me and asks me to hang around. But from looking at flyers I realize that this festival is related to some kind of quasi-new agey cult and that the only reason I see 60-something women everywhere is that the men and children are not permitted to leave their homes. I am afraid of what they'll do if they realize I'm not interested in the festival.

THEN to make matters worse, my ex-wife suddenly drives up. I immediately recall that I was married, but the woman was basically a psychopath and (thankfully) decided to divorce me. I also recall that we have a daughter who is now four years old. This woman starts ragging on me and I see this little girl crying in the back seat and realize I don't want her to have to grow up being ruled by this psycho woman... so I scoop her out of the ar through the window and my ex-wife peels out as she drives away. Except now I'm stuck in this town full of cult-pushing 60-something women.

It escalates to the point where we're racing down alleys (I have to carry her, her legs are too short to keep up with me) with this horde of women chasing us. Their leader has decreed that they must retrieve the little girl, so I'm doing everything I can to keep her away from them. But then I round a corner and come out on the main street, and the festival is in full swing. And apparently, Darth Vader is visiting, and decided to make a show of leading the festival parade along with a bunch of storm troopers. (Because it is an Empire-controlled planet, obviously.) Vader doesn't know anything about what's really going on, only that I am some kind of fugitive, so his storm troopers immediately join the fray.

While running from storm troopers and crazy women I round another corner and smack right into Darth Vader himself! He's caught off-guard and I make a split-second decision. I realize that one, Darth Vader is a Really Tough Dude. Nobody is dumb enough to mess with him, or if they do he kills them straight away. Two, he'll be leaving the planet very soon, whereas I have no means of escape. Three, he was going to be a father at one point but his children died, so presumably there is some kernel way down in his cyborg heart that wants to take care of a child. Four, he had a secret apprentice so he's obviously really good at keeping secrets. And five, he's totally ruthless, so he has no qualms about killing somebody if they find out a secret of his.

Logically, I hand him my four-year-old daughter and tell him to take good care of her. Then I run like the dickens and never see her again. Problem solved! I am a truly genius father.

Two nights ago:
I was in middle school. The teacher was like a real-life version of Ms. Bitters (this horrifically creepy old teacher from Invader Zim) and one of my classmates was an Indian boy who habitually came to class wearing a full-body ketchup bottle costume. I felt bad because he was always falling over in it and the other kids mocked him for it. Then we went on a field trip which resulted in the bus free-falling off a bridge into the middle of a lake. I managed to make it to safety and went to this nearby house to get help, and it turned out it was owned by the family from Full House. They had moved away from the city and taken up falconry... the father and all of the girls had their own birds which they took hunting. Later I was invited to take a tour of the father's work place. He was in charge of inspecting childrens' toys to make sure that none of them were disguised traps left behind by aliens.

[linguoboy]

Classic haunted house dream where it's all fun and games until someone presses a concealed panel and the walls and floors give way. I could tell something was up so I jumped up from the table in time but my reward was to be stranded alone on an upper floor while everyone else was dumped somewhere below. Eventually, I awakened a revenant and fled downstairs, but when I found my mates, I could neither see or hear them. The dream ended with my invisible nephew leading me around by the hand while I wondered if a cure could be found.

[Risla]

Mosquitoes had crossed with woodpeckers, and they were swarming people and furiously pecking them to get their blood.

My D&D group suggested that these such abominations be called "bloodpeckers."

[Pinetree]

Mosquitoes had crossed with woodpeckers, and they were swarming people and furiously pecking them to get their blood.

My D&D group suggested that these such abominations be called "bloodpeckers."

Thanks for the nightmares. yikes.

[Click]

Mosquitoes had crossed with woodpeckers, and they were swarming people and furiously pecking them to get their blood.

My D&D group suggested that these such abominations be called "bloodpeckers."

Scary.

[Drydic]

Mosquitoes had crossed with woodpeckers, and they were swarming people and furiously pecking them to get their blood.

My D&D group suggested that these such abominations be called "bloodpeckers."

This...is pure awesome.

[Hallow XIII]

Mosquitoes had crossed with woodpeckers, and they were swarming people and furiously pecking them to get their blood.

My D&D group suggested that these such abominations be called "bloodpeckers."

*writes up statblock*

[linguoboy]

Mosquitoes had crossed with woodpeckers, and they were swarming people and furiously pecking them to get their blood.

My D&D group suggested that these such abominations be called "bloodpeckers."

I believe these exist already under the name "stirges".

[Hallow XIII]

Mosquitoes had crossed with woodpeckers, and they were swarming people and furiously pecking them to get their blood.

My D&D group suggested that these such abominations be called "bloodpeckers."

I believe these exist already under the name "stirges".

Stirges are too large, don't peck and generally don't have elements of woodpecker.

[Izambri]

Cats everywhere, especially on the lower terrace. One even inside the car...

[Thry]

Cats everywhere, especially on the lower terrace. One even inside the car...

Step 1: permeate Izambri's subconscious
Step 2: give the Cat in Catalonia a new meaning
Step 3: rule the world

[Izambri]

[Bristel]

I was listening to Enya's Athair Ar Neamh on repeat to help me fall asleep, so when I had a dream, it involved me hearing the vocals but I rationalized it as Freddie Mercury singing a cappella to an audience.

The dream also involved me playing underwater paintball with my best friend Sarah, and the Olympics. But during the opening ceremonies, (in which Freddie Mercury was singing), the event was cancelled, and we had to evacuate the stadium. Then my roommate called me and told me to meet him outside somewhere.

Not a very long dream, but I did like the imagery and the fact that my music was directing the dream a bit.

[Izambri]

They were filming the new Scooby Doo movie in my home. My parents were aware of that, since they gave permission, but I didn't know anything about it. Surprise, surprise when I poked my head out of the window.

[Pogostick Man]

Had a dream on the ninth (haven't gone to bed yet; I beat Dead Space—admittedly only on Easy—and I played a New Game Plus of it long enough to get to the store and do a few other things before switching to Dead Space 2, and I'm in Chapter Nine I think but see the venting thread for more on that) that basically involved the brakes in my car acting in a seemingly malfunctioning manner. It felt like I was driving through a town really similar to Parma but in retrospect it also felt more than a bit like Oberlin (lots of trees along the roadways). Anyway it was taking me really really long to stop and I was involuntarily running red lights at, like, fifteen miles per hour on a thirty-five road. I was getting weirded out and scared…turns out I had the cruise control engaged. Once I disengaged it I was able to apply the brakes as normal.

[Gulliver]

I dreamt last night that a load of ZBBers were organising an orgy in the next town over from me, but only me, Pthag and Imralu could make it, and Pthag only stayed to have a drink. I don't think Imralu and I banged, but I think we had a hug. I can't remember anything else.

[Pole, the]

I once had a dream where I was aware that if I concentrate, I can change the world around just by thought. (E.g. I remember I could desintegrate the walls just by intensively thinking about it.) Later I used the power to defeat the antagonist and make the people rebel against him.
However, I think I didn't knew I was dreaming, attributing the might to some kind of telepathy or supernatural powers; it making the dream something like a lucid dream but not exactly.

I dreamt last night that a load of ZBBers were organising an orgy in the next town over from me, but only me, Pthag and Imralu could make it, and Pthag only stayed to have a drink. I don't think Imralu and I banged, but I think we had a hug. I can't remember anything else.

Recently I was dreaming about some kind of a naturist experience, however I don't remember much of it.

[Thry]

Well that's fitting because fucking Imralu is like fucking everyone.

[Pole, the]

So, when one of ZBB-ers fucks another one, it's just Imralu masturbating?

[ol bofosh]

So, when one of ZBB-ers fucks another one, it's just Imralu masturbating?

Is that like a Zen koan? "What's the sound of one Imralu masturbating?"

[Thry]

fap fap fap fap fap

[Radius Solis]

Now that the old Imralu joke has taken a turn for the unpleasantly creepy, I will change the subject by replying instead to Bristel:

I would pay serious money to see Freddie Mercury sing Athair ar Neamh. Or to see him sing anything, really, but that would certainly be an interesting choice for him. He could do a fantastic job of it.