The dream thread
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I had a weird dream a few nights ago of which I can't remember much, except that it involved a bear; I think someone was mauled, and either the person or the bear or both died, and some word came up (the person's name, maybe? Or was it the bear's?) that I decided to use for "bear" in my conlang, thinking no one would ever guess that derivation. So I went over to the Lexicon thread to see if that was still the last post ("Bear" actually had been a word that day). And now I can't remember what the word was. 
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I dreamt I was back at college and the student Republicans (both of them, by the looks of it) were leading a campaign against a photography exhibit in one corner of a café on campus. I was at some outdoor event with booths and folding chairs (but not many people because they'd been kept away by reports of impeding thunderstorms) and one of them had gotten his hands on a microphone. His complaints descended into cheap shots at the Mapplethorpe-like photographer's looks, so finally I sought him out. He was tucked high into a booth and I couldn't get his attention, but his partner in crime came down to talk to me. I lit into him with the words, "Your critical apparatus, where did you guys leave it?" That launched a minute-long rant about their complete failure to show any more sophisticated understanding approach to art than, "I think it's ugly." "That may fly at the ladies' auxiliary, but this is the University of Chicago!" I said. Before he could reply, I woke up.
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I had a mashed potato and cranberry sauce sandwich. Thanks a lot, Thanksgiving. 
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I dreamt that I went to St. Louis, determined to have a good time, in order to spite Eddy.
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And did you?dunomapuka wrote:I dreamt that I went to St. Louis, determined to have a good time, in order to spite Eddy.
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Hey, one of the little pleasures of stopping in St. Louis on my drives up to Canada is eating at a White Castle and imagining the face Eddy would make.
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At college since I played an instrument I had to go to seminars and stuff where people would play and then we would critique them. I dreamt last night that I went to one of these with my brother and two of the violinists I knew. It was in a tiny room with three seats set up against the right hand wall. I sat in the front one, my brother in the rear one, and one of the violinists (she may have been a violist, for she was one of a set of twins who played different instruments) in the middle, and we watched the other fellow play a violin concerto and then something or other on an eight string banjo, which had three B strings. He pointed them out during the commentary section as being the Bach, Beethoven, and Brahms strings.
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I dreamt of a beautiful woman covered in tar
weird
weird
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WARNING: This may not be suitable for those with weak stomachs.
I dreamed that I had a small spot on my toe, a bit like a zit, and I decided to pop it and catch the contents in a bottle. Several bottles later...
I dreamed that I had a small spot on my toe, a bit like a zit, and I decided to pop it and catch the contents in a bottle. Several bottles later...
Zompist's Markov generator wrote:it was labelled" orange marmalade," but that is unutterably hideous.
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I was part of some American organization that was a bit like the Intelligence Force, but involved werewolves. Me and my pack lived in a massive, sterile white building that seemed to be mostly long corridors between secret laboratories and offices. I think it was actually a grounded spaceship.
Anyway, Earth was being invaded by goblins, and there was a moment just like the Star Wars Episode IV scene when the Rebels (us) are waiting for Vader's forces (the goblins) to break through the door. It was very scary, and I was hanging out near the back, hoping I could run away without being spotted when the fighting began.
The goblins broke through, and I ran and escaped through a trapdoor into a forest. I ran through the forest for a bit, then became unsure if I should be going this way, because up ahead was the territory of a pack of wolves (real ones, not werewolves). It looked quiet, so I crept through the territory (which was about the size of my bedroom), and climbed a small hill on the other side.
From that high up, I could see the coastline behind me, and deduced from its shape that I was somewhere in northern California. I also deduced (don't know how) that I was a thousand years into the future, and I was looking at an Earth that had been taken over by goblins. There were still a few pockets of human rebels, but mostly they had all been enslaved or eaten. Then I saw a train, so I climbed onto its roof, and began to disguise myself as a goblin. It didn't really work, so I just shapeshifted into one. I was about to get inside the train, when I noticed the leader of the goblins, Lord Voldemort (except he had a pointy nose in-dream), sitting in the carriage just behind mine. I froze, hoping he hadn't seen me, and then I woke up.
Anyway, Earth was being invaded by goblins, and there was a moment just like the Star Wars Episode IV scene when the Rebels (us) are waiting for Vader's forces (the goblins) to break through the door. It was very scary, and I was hanging out near the back, hoping I could run away without being spotted when the fighting began.
The goblins broke through, and I ran and escaped through a trapdoor into a forest. I ran through the forest for a bit, then became unsure if I should be going this way, because up ahead was the territory of a pack of wolves (real ones, not werewolves). It looked quiet, so I crept through the territory (which was about the size of my bedroom), and climbed a small hill on the other side.
From that high up, I could see the coastline behind me, and deduced from its shape that I was somewhere in northern California. I also deduced (don't know how) that I was a thousand years into the future, and I was looking at an Earth that had been taken over by goblins. There were still a few pockets of human rebels, but mostly they had all been enslaved or eaten. Then I saw a train, so I climbed onto its roof, and began to disguise myself as a goblin. It didn't really work, so I just shapeshifted into one. I was about to get inside the train, when I noticed the leader of the goblins, Lord Voldemort (except he had a pointy nose in-dream), sitting in the carriage just behind mine. I froze, hoping he hadn't seen me, and then I woke up.
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Ew, I once had a dream were I had a zit, nearly 15 cm in diameter, on my back, and I used a spoon to get the white stuff out of it.Nancy Blackett wrote:WARNING: This may not be suitable for those with weak stomachs.
I dreamed that I had a small spot on my toe, a bit like a zit, and I decided to pop it and catch the contents in a bottle. Several bottles later...
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You watch/read too much sci-fi/fantasy.Astraios wrote:I was part of some American organization that was a bit like the Intelligence Force, but involved werewolves. Me and my pack lived in a massive, sterile white building that seemed to be mostly long corridors between secret laboratories and offices. I think it was actually a grounded spaceship.
Anyway, Earth was being invaded by goblins, and there was a moment just like the Star Wars Episode IV scene when the Rebels (us) are waiting for Vader's forces (the goblins) to break through the door. It was very scary, and I was hanging out near the back, hoping I could run away without being spotted when the fighting began.
The goblins broke through, and I ran and escaped through a trapdoor into a forest. I ran through the forest for a bit, then became unsure if I should be going this way, because up ahead was the territory of a pack of wolves (real ones, not werewolves). It looked quiet, so I crept through the territory (which was about the size of my bedroom), and climbed a small hill on the other side.
From that high up, I could see the coastline behind me, and deduced from its shape that I was somewhere in northern California. I also deduced (don't know how) that I was a thousand years into the future, and I was looking at an Earth that had been taken over by goblins. There were still a few pockets of human rebels, but mostly they had all been enslaved or eaten. Then I saw a train, so I climbed onto its roof, and began to disguise myself as a goblin. It didn't really work, so I just shapeshifted into one. I was about to get inside the train, when I noticed the leader of the goblins, Lord Voldemort (except he had a pointy nose in-dream), sitting in the carriage just behind mine. I froze, hoping he hadn't seen me, and then I woke up.
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This is probably true.Qwynegold wrote:You watch/read too much sci-fi/fantasy.
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I dreamt that I had consented to be assassinated. That is, I knew someone wanted me dead and that he was probably going to come kill me, but that he had also hired a professional just to be sure. The assassin was due to come some day this week, but I had made no attempt to flee or fortify my position. My pride wouldn't allow me to let my enemy be the one to take me out, but I didn't feel the same way vis-à-vis the hired killer.
At least that's what I thought. But when I saw a stranger coming towards the bedroom with a gun in his hand, I reached for my semiautomatic lying by the bed and took up a defensive position next to the door. I just couldn't believe his approach was so artless. I got several shots into him before he even entred the room. As he collapsed behind the bed, I emptied the last two bullets in the magazine into him. He fired twice without coming close to hitting me.
Then I was stuck with what to do. My immediate reaction was to cover up the murder. I shut all the windows and drew the shades. Amazing, even though I seemed to be located on a college campus, no one appeared to have noticed anything. Then I briefly considered calling the police and making a report. After all, it was a clear case of self-defence. But I guess I was afraid too much would come to light about my criminal past. So instead I reached for some small plastic bags I had handy to cover my hands with,. Even though there wasn't much visible blood, I knew it was already seeping into the carpet and making the bedroom a forensics playground. I locked my room and went in search of something big enough to contain the body, wondering if ripping up the carpet would be enough to destroy the physical evidence and closing windows and doors as I went. (I grimly came to the conclusion that the house I was staying in was about as secure as a football pitch.)
I was very annoyed to see that my sister's second-oldest had a couple of friends over and they were running around the house and I tried to think of some non-suspicious way to chase them outside. Of course, that's nothing compared to the annoyance I felt when I got back to my room and saw that my nephew had broken into it again. "What are you doing going through my stuff?" I yelled. "How many times have I told you to stay out of my room?" He made excuses, pointing to the Fisher-Price playset that had been left in there. And he complained about the smell. After he left, I noticed he'd opened the windows and I went about closing them again; I was livid that he'd managed to fuck up the velour blinds by pulling the cords the wrong way. And pissed that he had covered the corpse with my dirty laundry, meaning I'd have to dispose of all of it along with the corpse. Only for a moment was I worried about him blabbing. He's so devious about lying that we've worried about his sociopathic tendencies, so I figured I could trust him to keep my secret. At a cost.
At least that's what I thought. But when I saw a stranger coming towards the bedroom with a gun in his hand, I reached for my semiautomatic lying by the bed and took up a defensive position next to the door. I just couldn't believe his approach was so artless. I got several shots into him before he even entred the room. As he collapsed behind the bed, I emptied the last two bullets in the magazine into him. He fired twice without coming close to hitting me.
Then I was stuck with what to do. My immediate reaction was to cover up the murder. I shut all the windows and drew the shades. Amazing, even though I seemed to be located on a college campus, no one appeared to have noticed anything. Then I briefly considered calling the police and making a report. After all, it was a clear case of self-defence. But I guess I was afraid too much would come to light about my criminal past. So instead I reached for some small plastic bags I had handy to cover my hands with,. Even though there wasn't much visible blood, I knew it was already seeping into the carpet and making the bedroom a forensics playground. I locked my room and went in search of something big enough to contain the body, wondering if ripping up the carpet would be enough to destroy the physical evidence and closing windows and doors as I went. (I grimly came to the conclusion that the house I was staying in was about as secure as a football pitch.)
I was very annoyed to see that my sister's second-oldest had a couple of friends over and they were running around the house and I tried to think of some non-suspicious way to chase them outside. Of course, that's nothing compared to the annoyance I felt when I got back to my room and saw that my nephew had broken into it again. "What are you doing going through my stuff?" I yelled. "How many times have I told you to stay out of my room?" He made excuses, pointing to the Fisher-Price playset that had been left in there. And he complained about the smell. After he left, I noticed he'd opened the windows and I went about closing them again; I was livid that he'd managed to fuck up the velour blinds by pulling the cords the wrong way. And pissed that he had covered the corpse with my dirty laundry, meaning I'd have to dispose of all of it along with the corpse. Only for a moment was I worried about him blabbing. He's so devious about lying that we've worried about his sociopathic tendencies, so I figured I could trust him to keep my secret. At a cost.
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That sounds more like an anecdote than a dream. I'm slightly worried... 
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I sacrificed some more dreamlike details in favour of plot. For instance, at some point I looked up from my "bedroom" to find it was located in the open air in the backyard and was completely exposed to view from the neighbour's house. But it must've soon reverted to being an actual room in a house again.Astraios wrote:That sounds more like an anecdote than a dream. I'm slightly worried...
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I went for a long walk hugging my history teacher.
Then I proposed to marry a classmate and she rejected me.
Then, last night, I went on a 90 mph motorcycle ride near my house, crashed, got nothing more serious than a concussion, then went to the hostpital and got pricked with an incredibly large syringe and two very tiny ones.
Then I proposed to marry a classmate and she rejected me.
Then, last night, I went on a 90 mph motorcycle ride near my house, crashed, got nothing more serious than a concussion, then went to the hostpital and got pricked with an incredibly large syringe and two very tiny ones.
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Oh yeah, well... no. I realized that I had ended up in a suburb on a tall hill overlooking the city, and I was walking around at dusk with a couple of skateboarding teenagers. We decided to get something to eat, and one of them said something about a church supper. We went to go investigate the church, but it was a Polish church, and the people staffing the buffet there discusses whether they could properly serve food to people of non-Polish descent.Astraios wrote:And did you?dunomapuka wrote:I dreamt that I went to St. Louis, determined to have a good time, in order to spite Eddy.
(I seemed to have ended up in the Eddy version of reality)
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Wait, really? If so, I'm almost impressed that I've had that much impact on your subconscious.

"There was a particular car I soon came to think of as distinctly St. Louis-ish: a gigantic white S.U.V. with a W. bumper sticker on it for George W. Bush."
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I had a dream once where you ejaculated into a bottle. So!Eddy wrote:Wait, really? If so, I'm almost impressed that I've had that much impact on your subconscious.
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I actually just had a dream about trying to get accepted into a college where Eddy was majoring in Anarchy, and being rejected on the basis that all Jews are rich and therefore don't need to go to cheap-ass diploma mills. I'm not sure whether I should have been upset about that, really, but all I remember from the dream was being mildly terrified by this assessment and fleeing.
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An orc shaman showed up at my house and made me cook him a steak.
I play WoW too much.
I play WoW too much.
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I dreamt last night that the garbage had been picked up early, so I could bring the cans back in just after my breakfast.
I... I don't have very exciting dreams.
I... I don't have very exciting dreams.
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All I remember was I was in some weird cave-cafe and R.E.M. was somehow related.
It wasn't until I typed this up that I realized the pun.
It wasn't until I typed this up that I realized the pun.
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