The dream thread

[Jetboy]

I had an awesome dream. I was reading ahead in my Ancient Greek book, and looking at a verb's aorist (in the dream it was just "past tense"), discovered that it was a stuffed animal, which I unfolded, and unwrapped the tail from the legs. I began to get slightly suspicious of this development– how did they write a stuffed animal? Was Greek logographic (that word was actually in the dream)? However, I was distracted from this prospect when I heard my older brother approach, and quickly snatched up the TV Tropes book that was suddenly present. Carrying it back to my room, I felt slightly uncertain as to whether this was the appropriate medium for TV Tropes , but I quickly quashed my doubts, and then woke up. My next conlang will feature a stuffed animal tense.

[Lyhoko Leaci]

I dreamed I was playing a board game where there were 2 players, and they each had a blob of squares claimed for themselves. Each turn you pick a square to expand to, but it's being played on a minesweeper board, so you need to be careful just which square you pick. Also, the square you pick has to be next to one of your already existing claimed squares. If you happen to pick a square that is part of a large, mineless area, the entire empty area is claimed by you sort of like in minesweeper. The pieces in the game were apparently marbles.

Then the dream changed so that we were now simply making statues with the pieces, which were suddenly a bunch of different shapes and could stick together, completely ignoring the object of the game... but still avoiding the mines. There were a couple of pieces in the box that looked like eyes, and a bunch of regular blocks of varying sizes. Plus there were now all red, it seemed.

[Viktor77]

Apparently I slept-talked in fast Spanish the other night.

[rotting bones]

Aphrodite promised me all the women to the east of Kiribati. My subconscious is sexist and there aren't any.

[Viktor77]

Aphrodite promised me all the women to the east of Kiribati. My subconscious is sexist and there aren't any.

Did you mentally pronounce Kiribati correctly?

[rotting bones]

Did you mentally pronounce Kiribati correctly?

Don't let it haunt your well-ordered brain, Viktor, sir. I don't recall hearing the name spoken out loud, but my uncle lives there, so I wouldn't be surprised.

[dhok]

I dreamed I was discussing alternatives to Pinyin with a friend, and I brought up Hmong orthography. And here's the thing: I explained it correctly. Not dream-correctly, real-life correctly.

I am such a nerd.

[Bristel]

I dreamt that I was a female Chinese or Thai TV show host... I can remember running around having a hard time wearing the heels, but definitely using some kind of dream-version of Chinese or Thai...

I don't remember the rest of it.

[Civil War Bugle]

I dreamt I was playing Risk with some people and we ran into problems because we ran out of pieces. Then we were outside the high school I went to, and we killed a guy who thought he was, or may have been, Jesus, and smashed a car. This worries me.

[ná'oolkiłí]

I was in some sort of art studio with floor-to-ceiling dry erase boards. There were a bunch of us drawing and writing things on the walls, I guess for some sort of art project. The theme or inspiration for our doodling was Xiu Xiu's album Fabulous Muscles, which I haven't actually listened to or really thought of in a long time. I began to writing the phonetic transcription of the lyrics on the board (but I put it in slashes!! shame!). This impressed this one cute guy at this studio. He began flirting with me very forwardly, and I was quite flattered. We went to lunch together. It was a pretty good dream.

[Astraios]

My boyfriend cheated on me. I wasn't expecting to have that sort of dream. o.0

[Risla]

I had a dream where Esperantists were trying to take over the world, and when I wouldn't submit to their brainwashing, I decided to take a Mediterranean cruise to get away from them. Well, the cruise ship got lost and got stuck in the middle of Antarctica, where everyone jumped overboard except me and Santa Claus, who was a pirate. We survived several days by eating cooked snow (which was remarkably like tofu) until Pirate Santa discovered that there was a monowheel hidden under the cruise ship and it could fly, so we rode off into the sunset together.

[Lyhoko Leaci]

I had a dream where I was in some sort of hollow tower, and it was a race to get to the top of it, and there were a bunch of boxes from Crash Bandicoot floating in the air that you had to jump on to get to the top. Of course, some of them were TNT or nitro boxes that you had to avoid. Somewhere up higher in the tower, the obstacles changed and there was a hallway that had lava pits off to the side. By this time I was ahead of whoever the other person was, and I had found some sort of freeze pellets, which when tossed into the lava would turn it into ice. I then kicked the ice pits down, and they fell onto the level below and shattered, presumably they would revert to lava again and completely block the passage below, unless the other person had gotten ahold of the freeze pellets as well. I also had bomb pellets, and tough some of those down the hole where the lava pit was to blast debris around the other passage as well. Then I woke up when doing the same to other pits later on, in a more open area. I didn't actually woke up, but I was in my bed at that point, and there was a thunderstorm going on outside. Lightning kept hitting the same area across the street about 10 times, and the thunder was surprisingly quiet. It then hit the roof of the neighbors house, then I actually woke up when it hit the roof of my house.

[Astraios]

The last two dreams are awesome!

[Izambri]

The past weekend I dreamt that I discovered a ghost subway station in my city while pissing on a railway station's WC. There's was an entrance some meters in front of me and the WC, closed with a canvas instead of a door. I crossed the door and found a metro station, completely new with all the things a station needs, but no people. For reasons unknown (very common in my dreams) it was a government's secret station. The name of the station was unknown to me (it doesn't exist on the Barcelona subway system). I investigated a little and soon I discovered an adjacent older, darker and dirtier station, with rats and leaks, and even weirder, with a train platform that was crossed by various railways that run into different directions. Suddenly someone, or something, began to chase me, and I decided to go to the other side of the platform, because there was a ramp to the exterior, but I need to do some trekking (shit on my dream architectonic rules). When I was approaching the exit, with the sunlight caressing my face, I woke up.
Shit, it happens so often... The dream gets really interesting and I woke up.

[finlay]

I posted this in the eddy thread as well: I had a dream where I met a liberal banjo player. He wasn't wearing a top, and had quite a well-toned upper body. He showed me his living room, which was basically normal, and then it ended, or something (bloody hell, my subconscious can't even muster a proper sexdream ).

[Jetboy]

I can't remember most of the details, but I was having some sort of conversation in the kitchen, presumably just after clearing the table in the other room, at which my father was still sitting (or maybe we hadn't eaten yet). Then I looked back into the room, and my older brother* was sitting at the table, with a plate of his own food, which he had presumably brought from his house. I asked him if he wanted me to heat it up for him, but he declined, and I think my father asked me to do something. There was more of the dream before that, and a bit more after, but all I can remember is that I when I woke up I reminded myself of some detail to write here, but all that comes to mind is something about a brilliant shade of green. Bah.

*This brother is old enough to have moved out and have a son; he's really my half brother

[Cockroach]

I made friends with the prince of Spain. It turns out he's interested in linguistics too. Later, we talked about the books that school assigns.

[Astraios]

Last night's dream was a bit vague, unusually so for me, and all I remember is that I had been shut up in a cave with Queen Katherine of Aragon and all her servants. The servants who were loyal to the queen wore two metre high stilts, and the stilts of those who weren't loyal were one metre tall. Someone noticed a hole in the roof of the cave, and the loyal servants (including me) picked up Queen Katherine, stood on each others' shoulders, and climbed out through the hole, leaving the disloyal servants behind.

Previously there had been a great deal of fighting between the two sets of servants, and all I remember is that Gandalf turned out to be disloyal to Katherine, and the Snow Queen turned out to be loyal, and that it was slightly odd having a "baddie" on our side and a "goodie" who wanted to kiill us. Actually, I also remember stomping on one of the disloyal servants with my two-metre stilts, and sneaking past the sleeping bodies of my parents in order to travel to the cave where Queen Katherine had been shut up.

[ná'oolkiłí]

I had a dream I went to Thailand, or maybe Vietnam. Everything was very colorful and haphazard, kind of like a Michel Gondry film. One meal we had was some sort of sea food soup, but the dish was served more as a very shallow fish tank set in a table. It had very large cooked prawns swimming around along with schools of rather small crunchy black shrimp that looked a lot like leaves burnt to a crisp. I also remember that the television channels there were two dimensional: you could go right and left from one station to another (like channel 24 to 25) but also up and down, like there were several "tracks" of channels.

[Bristel]

I had a dream where I was an investigator for the Seattle Police, gathering clues about someone's death.

Most of the dream was kind of hazy, and as I can recall, sort of a film noir setting.

Some of the clues and evidence were indicative of the person who killed the unknown man, such as a tobacco pipe, a gay men's magazine about the "bear" culture, and a leather boot.

As I went on gathering clues, the evidence started to remind me of myself, and at the end of the dream, I realized that I had been the one who murdered the unknown man, but the man was myself... I ran away from the scene and was chased by state troopers.

When they caught up to me, they asked me why I was running, and I said that I had been the one who killed the man, but they laughed and pointed out that I was fine, and that I didn't kill myself...

I was confused, but opened the evidence bag to realize that all the things inside it were mine, and that no one, and certainly not me, was dead.

When I woke up, I laughed a bit, because it was one of those dreams that sort of makes you think about your personality or self, and that I must have been worried that I was hiding or metaphorically "killing" myself, when it was really all a struggle to realize key parts of myself that should not be "killed off".

[Astraios]

FUCK I just typed it all out and then the board ate it. Here we go again:

Last night, I was back at my high school, only my boyfriend was a student there with me. We were both of some utterly despised ethnic origin, and everybody mistook us for Gypsies - we weren't, but this in-dream ethnicity made people hate us in much the same way they hated Gypsies. In fact, there were laws against us; we weren't allowed to leave certain designated buildings (but we had managed to do just that, thanks to a sympathetic county councillor who had let us attend school).

It was the middle of winter, and there was a fair bit of snow on the ground. It was the end of the school day, and me and my boyfriend were walking out of school. Then I saw, on the road just ahead of us, a parked policecar, with a policeman and woman getting out of it. I couldn't think what they would be doing at school after-hours, unless it was to catch us. So I grabbed my boyfriend's hand, turned, and ran back through the school to try and escape on the other side, dodging snowballs thrown by students who were enjoying the chase.

My boyfriend got into such a panic that he couldn't run any further, so I picked him up and carried him, and we ran out of the school carpark into a dream-village (non-existant in real life), which had no snow. There was a thicket of trees, and I put my boyfriend down, whereupon he said he could run once more. We looked out of the thicket, across a green on which stood the village hall. Someone was having ballet lessons in the hall, and if they turned their head just a bit further, they would have seen us through the window, but they didn't, and we got across the green to the high fence opposite.

Vaulting the fence was easy, and we ended up in front of a delapidated old shack, which was one of the designated buildings in which our ethnic group was forced to stay. We went in, told the people inside that the police were chasing us, and they took us upstairs to the attic, where sat our respective grandparents, whom we hadn't seen for years. I announced that we were to be married, and all eight grandparents (the ones dead IRL were there too) burst into tears of happiness and promised not to tell anyone, even under torture, where we were going.

The people whose shack it was showed us the window in the roof, and we climbed out just as the policepeople were breaking down the door and hitting everyone with their truncheons. We escaped across the rooftops to a house which had been vacated for the family's Christmas holiday, and I put my boyfriend, who was beginning to seem unwell, to bed, and set about making the house look empty again.

I went back upstairs, to check on my boyfriend, and found him standing shirtless in the middle of the room, complaining that he wanted to go outside. Then he fainted. The noise he made as he fell must have been heard by the policepeople, because they broke in and told us we were under arrest for being dirty scumbaggy little pikeys. Then they laughed.

However, they did decide that, as the owner of the house was away, and my boyfriend was by now delirious, they would stay the night in this house. (Something in this dream-England was different at night - and it meant going out at night, even in an armed policecar, was very dangerous.) The next day, they made some racist jokes, and made me cook them a three-course meal with the food left in the cupboards by the owners.

Then, the policeman said: "They make me vomit until I'm paraletic, you know, just like plums." The policewoman replied: "Really? You're allergic to plums too?" and they promptly began snogging at the kitchen table, over their second-course.

I was looking for something for their dessert when I overheard this, and had just seen a large pack of dried plums, a jar of plum jam, and some "Deflavorizing Powder". Hoping they were too busy with each other to notice, I quickly made a dessert absolutely full of plums and Deflavorizing Powder.

My boyfriend came into the room; he had overheard the policeman's slip too. He put his arms round me from behind, and said quietly: "Sorry I scared you, I'm not really sick. I knew you could find something to poison them with."

I served them the dessert, they ate it all, and after about a minute more of snogging, they both collapsed, throwing up all over the place. We escaped from the house, and ran away to the mountains, where an orange dragon lived in a cave. The dragon was hibernating, because of the winter, and we convinced her to sleepwalk out of the cave, causing her to fall several thousand feet down the mountainside, and die.

We moved into the cave, and began redecorating - the orange dragon had apparently liked horrible, clashing colours, and we knew we couldn't live in a cave with such distasteful décor.

Then I woke up.

All in all, quite an exciting dream.

[LinguistCat]

I like the deflavorizing powder and orange dragon. XD

[ná'oolkiłí]

Then, the policeman said: "They make me vomit until I'm paraletic, you know, just like plums." The policewoman replied: "Really? You're allergic to plums too?" and they promptly began snogging at the kitchen table, over their second-course.

I was looking for something for their dessert when I overheard this, and had just seen a large pack of dried plums, a jar of plum jam, and some "Deflavorizing Powder". Hoping they were too busy with each other to notice, I quickly made a dessert absolutely full of plums and Deflavorizing Powder.
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We moved into the cave, and began redecorating - the orange dragon had apparently liked horrible, clashing colours, and we knew we couldn't live in a cave with such distasteful décor.

Hahahahahaha!! These are the best parts.

I just woke up from a dream that had a whole bunch of vignettes. I think they were all interwoven. Here are the ones I can remember:

I had just become a prescription drug dealer (I've been watching a lot of Weeds and Nurse Jackie, so go figure) and got a big shipment of pills that I needed to hide. A friend of mine from highschool was my drug dealer mentor and I had to hide the pills in her hair. She was with me the whole time in the part of the dream, but I could never hide them. We were almost caught by the police, so we fled our combination highschool-appartment-department store where we lived and dealt drugs. We waited maybe a few hours until it was safe to go back to our hideout, but when we got back everything had been redesigned. It now looked like an Ikea store, but all the merchandise was stacked and arranged on the walls like tetris blocks.

In another vignette I was rehearsing with an orchestra. The piece we were playing was one of my favorites and had huge English horn solos (I played oboe and English horn for a long time), but I was playing fifth oboe (ie second English horn) and was pretty upset. We were rehearsing in a grocery store. Only the oboe section was there, or at least visible and audible, and we were playing while sitting crosslegged either on the conveyor belt of a check out counter or in shopping carts behind it. None of the oboists had music, but I was the only one who didn't have the music memorized. I was trying to look through the tabloid magazines on the racks of the check out counter for the sheet music, but I was unsuccessful. To make matters worse, my English horn reed fell apart and the orchestra manager began to chastise me for being so irresponsible. I found my old oboe teacher to buy more English horn reeds from, but she just started to pout.

Another part of the dream was some sort of Gameboy video game. The Gameboy I was playing had four buttons though, like the DS. The game was kind of like DDR, but I was battling huge monsters with the button combos. It might have played a song like Guitar Hero, but only a dumb nursery rhyme. The first boss was a giant piranha plant from Mario that was also a tower. It got harder because you had to press more than one button at a time (up to seven at a time, even though there were only four). I've had this dream before (maybe five or six years ago, though), so the combos didn't through me off as much as the first time.

Last, I was some sort of secret guardian. I was searching for a hidden chamber in this mansion's court yard. I could see the entrance to it at the end of an underground pathway, but I couldn't figure out how to get there. The mansion was very pretty, in the countryside and made of ivy-covered bricks. There were some middle aged Asian women who I had to hide my secret guardianship from. They were patrolling the grounds of the mansion, so I had to make a detour to this futuristic student lounge nearby. It basically was an Apple store, all shiny and white, but there were huge wrought-iron gates everywhere also. I went up like forty stories on a "magnet elevator" and met up with this cute boy who lives in my dorm. He began flirting with me, which I enjoyed, but was confused by because he's very shy. I then remembered that I'd been back in my dorm for several days now and hadn't seen my good friend Kathryn, so I called her. I went back to the mansion area but never found the hidden chamber or Kathryn.

[dunomapuka]

Astraios, that dream is fantastic. Mine is not as good, but has some similar elements:

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I went to a bar/restaurant where I knew the owner, a nice middle-aged Italian guy. He was very fond of me in an avuncular way, and gave me some homemade cookies for free. I got a drink. There was some kind of swanky event going on, but I felt vague about the details. Later, I awoke from a long sleep, in a house in France where many people were staying, like a boardinghouse or hostel of some kind. It was 5:00 PM and was disgusted with myself for missing an appointment with the doctor. I put some clothes on, grumbling, but then I heard some noise and looked out the window. There were two men with handguns creeping up the external stairway in the back of the house; I realized that they were trying to break in and slaughter everyone. It something to do with an ongoing ethnic conflict.

I locked the door to the stairs behind me, and drew my own gun, but it felt soft and flimsy, and looked like it was made of tinfoil. I suddenly remembered, cursing myself, that the French didn't make very good guns.

I went downstairs intending to warn everyone, but I saw that the two men had already gone through and killed various people arbitrarily, leaving others alive. The dead were laid out everywhere in grotesque poses, covered with blood and many of them with their eyes open. A young boy lay dead next to his mother but his eyes and mouth were open in an expression of great rapture. The survivors were wailing and mourning their dead, but also arming themselves for a revenge attack. I was pleased to see that a small crowd was assembling in front of the house, in support of us.


These might have actually been two separate dreams, I don't remember.