Last night I dreamed...

...of San Pedro
Just like I'd never gone, I know the song
A young girl with eyes like the desert
It all seems like yesterday, not far away

Tropical the island breeze
All of nature wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita
And when the samba played
the sun would set so high
Ring through my ears and sting my eyes
Your spanish lullaby

I have been thinking about getting one, because I seem to have nightmares like this with varying frequency (though not so much recently). Anyway, I'll ask the dentist next time I go since I'm due for a check-up.

We've also been watching a good bit of Supernatural lately (just finished Season 5 NO SPOILERS PLEASE) and I've had more than one dream featuring Sam and/or Dean. Just leaving it at that.

I dreamed that I was locked inside a large hunting lodge, sort of like a cross between a log cabin and the hotel from The Shining. Except everyone else there was a version of me from an alternate universe that had branched off at various major decision points. A version of me that never went into the Army, a version that never left, one that married my high school sweetheart, etc. And it was like an awkward class reunion as we tried to organize ourselves in some kind of order and assign each other numbers relating to where our divergence points were.

And then one by one, some of us started falling down dead with no apparent cause. Then it became evident that all the victims were branches from one specific divergence point - a version of me who'd made every decision right in the past, the optimal me that I could have been, and somehow he'd gained control of whatever force had brought us all together and was going backwards through the timeline and pruning away all the sub-optimal versions throughout the multiverse. As it turned out, he was the one who'd set up the meeting because he could only directly influence the other versions of himself (myself?) in person.

So it came down to me versus Perfect Me in a knife fight out on a big snow-covered patio. And then I woke up.

Dammit, I want to see how that story ends.

I think I should not read comics before bed.

Because apparently while I slept, the Green Lantern Corps got decimated by some big cosmic menace, and they had to recruit new replacements. And of course I got picked, or it would be the most boring dream ever. But the great part was my partner, since there's always two GLs from each space sector, and there's nothing interesting in Sector 2814 except for Earth, so not only did I get another Earthman, I got... well...

Prince.

Yes, for some reason, I flew off to defend the galaxy alongside Green Lantern Prince. Which is funny because obviously if you know the lore he should have been chosen by the Star Sapphires (violet/purple rings, powered by love, etc) but hey, needs must. Maybe he can ask for a transfer or something.

I dreamed some asshole kids were jumping off the third floor balcony for fun, then running back up and doing it again, over and over.

I wanted to yell at them, but for some reason the words couldn't get out of my throat. So I took a REALLY DEEP BREATH...

and woke Mr. W up by screaming "I'd better not come out there and find guts!"

He was quite startled.

I dreamed that I was Anne of Green Gables, but in the present time. I'd married this giant manchild who had to be locked up on the third floor of the house because he refused to take his roller skates off. Disturbingly, I'd actually slept with the man, as we had a son. The son was as weird as his dad, and I couldn't let him read books because he would try to act out everything in them, especially the stuff that would cause him harm. Like, I had to take him to the doctor because he'd stuffed his entire foot up inside his ankle--

You know what, nevermind. Dream too weird for thread.

Nute, I want your dreams. They sound awesome.

The upside is: after victory, pancakes!

Snippets of things I remember from dreams:

There is a woman in her late forties sitting in a rocking chair, wearing an old fashioned dark blue dress. Her face is lined with old stress and her hair up in a bun. She has just finished speaking with me, or whoever's viewpoint I'm sharing. She leans back in her rocking chair, attention thoroughly rooted on a bundle or raggedy fabric in her hands and begins to stab it repeatedly with a sewing (?) needle. Not wildly, mind you, but with a professionalism tinged with heavy fatigue and veiled hope. And then a complete sentence of narration appears in my head: "And she goes back to trying to pull more shadows out of the doll"


I'm at the end of a great hall of paintings. The walls are painted a drab dark olive green. The paintings are not arranged in a gallery manner, but rather haphazardly in any space they'll fit. I only managed to really look at three paintings before I awoke, and since then I've already forgotten one entirely. The first (or perhaps it was the second) painting I looked at was of a bay, and above and segueing into the water was the spectral form of a giant, furry cat much like a maine coon. The cat appeared to be made of the same water as the bay. Somewhat aware I was dreaming, I looked closely at bronze plaque set in the frame proclaiming the title and artist. Even though I took special care to see who painted it, I'm afraid I forgot the name as soon as I awoke. But the title of the painting was, I think, "The Cat Who Rejected (The) Land"

The next painting I look at sits squarely in the middle of the wall at eye height, where as the one with the cat as on the left long wall and bit above eye-line. This painting was a rich oil color of a large eyed fox. I do not remember the fox's eye color. It sits on its haunches in the middle foreground of the painting, (a clearing?) staring out at the viewer. A thick generic forest sits in the background, a small paint smudge in the right of the treeline, and I intuitively know its Spring. (which may also be the name of the piece) The painting changes and The fox stands on a log, turned to right, and touching noses with another fox sticking its head out of a hole atop the log. It's Summer and the smudge is slightly larger and no longer looks like an accident in the background tree line. The painting changes again to Fall, Two foxes run leftwards in the foreground, obviously panicked. The leaves of the treeline in the background are now orange and the smudge is significantly larger and vaguely man-shaped. And the painting changes to Winter, snow on the ground and the fox sits the same as it was in Spring, staring out at the viewer with its large eyes. Fox footprints in the snow lead up into the extreme forground and edge of the painting where a fox lies. The viewer can only see its back and the red ring of snow around it as it lays on its side, dead or dieing. The smudge in the background is now clearly the sillouette of a man, a hunter, with a rifle.


So, uh, yeah...How about that small town sports team?

Christmas dreams! Spoiler: nothing to do with Christmas!

So I'm playing a vaguely Minecraft-ish rpg game, and one mechanic is finding and extracting these arcane stones from the ground to fill up a pie-chart meter with ten or so pieces. When you're digging them up you can see what kind of effect they will have when you get a full meter, and the one I was digging up in the dream gave your character the ability to grow an Ankylosaurus tail to attack people with. There is also a weird form of vampirism in the game where instead of becoming afraid of the sun and stuff like usual vampires, you grow two extra arms and in the middle of each of your (now) four hands there is a mouth with vampire teeth that can drain blood from people. Then it's no longer a videogame and I'm watching a man with said vampirism hanging from a cliff edge while an androgynous person who is either part demon or possessed is trying to force him off. I start talking to the vampire guy through one of his hand-mouths somehow, even though I'm standing way off somewhere else, and telling him that the person attacking him is going to kill him so he should pull them off the cliff and take them with him instead so he might survive.

In a different dream I am going down some stairs in what looks like an old college building. At the bottom of the stairs past some random people is a door to the room of someone doing occult rituals that I am going to look into and possibly try to arrest them for. The recollection of what happens next is hazy, but I don't wind up trying to arrest them and leave to do something else. Later on that night I go to a party or gathering with white tents in a big city park, the kind that's a couple of block large. I'm with one of those dream people who you don't actually know and can't see the features of, but in the dream I know she's a cute girl and we're friendly. During the party thing we're off cozying up to each other sitting with our backs to a stone memorial out of the main area of people. Suddenly clouds rush in and there's a weird charge in the atmosphere. I think I've seen this earlier, when the occultist guy showed me a spell that made yellow lights dance around above me and and a floating short sword (a weird design where the blade is a fat rectangle with a concave side holding the edge) attack me. I tell the girl to stay close and pull the same kind of sword from earlier out of the bag holding the food we were eating while looking around for yellow wisps. Instead all the people across the main gathering area go crazy and start attacking each other, apparently with greatly increased strength as one guy picks another up off the ground with one hand. Luckily we are way off on the edge of the park, so no one is close enough to see us. While looking around wondering what's going on I spot someone about a block away with his arms outstretched to the sky and I know he's the one channeling this strange power. He's backlit by a streetlight and wearing a hooded coat so I can't see his face, he's just a black shape. I look back to the brawl and see there's a localized rainstorm only over the park, with the edge about halfway between us and the nearest people inside. We decide we need to take cover from the wtf-ness without being seen, so my lady friend and I run across the street in the dark and head behind a house, while making sure to keep away from the edge of the rain. We circle around the backyard while the mystery figure walks up the street to the park so he doesn't see us, but he only seems to walk into the rain for a bit and then back out the way he came.

After a while the rain stops and we go to investigate the park. There's nobody left in the park now, but there's a bunch of big perfectly circular holes going deep into the ground. When we get up to the edge of the affected area we suddenly see things happening from the perspective of demons. I'm a giant tunneling sandworm-demon thing and as I collapse the ground above me dozens of people fall into my cavernous maw. Oddly this vision takes place during bright daytime instead of the night or in the rain. Then I see a computer screen with a 3 by 3 menu of big buttons, that describe options for weird tortuous activities in a factory-like area of hell. The one I remember is in the middle of the left side, the button for that area said something about pumping people/demons in it full of dragon bile for a certain effect. The girl and I leave crazyland there and each go home. The next day I see a tiny butterfly on the wall, and somehow I suddenly know that the bizarreness last night was a bunch of demons escaping from hell, and now they're a bunch of cute, fuzzy, crimson, black, and violet butterflies with beautifully patterened stubby little wings. No demonic powers or anything, they just escaped from hell to flutter around.

For the last few weeks I've been having recurring nightmares that I suddenly remember I have pet kittens whom I haven't fed in days. It's horrible.

At first, I read this as you suddenly remember that you "hadn't pet the kittens in days"... I was about to giggle and then my eyes and brain decided to cooperate & read it properly. What an awful nightmare :(

Sympathy like because egadz, mind!

That reminds me of kittens I had that did die.

Lately my dreams have been going through that town in my mind in various states of disrepair.
One dream had me picking a man up who I knew, but the face was not specific. Possibly relating to people I know on line but haven't a immediate marker for looks. This individual and I had a lengthy conversation about absolutely nothing that mattered, the dream shifted. We pulled over because the sky got very weird, and into a parking lot. That parking lot had others in it.. then I noticed the buildings.
This is my town I built it out of bits of memory, I have dreamed in it most my life. It is like the default setting if no specifics are needed. Familar and sometimes to give a background noise to what I am attempting to do in the dream. So a stressful dream may have me trying to get to work, and then switch over to the various jobs I have held wile still working on who or what the original subject is.
The point of that blurb was that the buildings started to age, then the bodies came out.
I mean .. bodies would jump out of the building, and WHAM on to the ground. The first one hit the car I had just got out of. Then people started jumping out of the buildings faster. Horrible sound really.

A similar destroyed town dream is going to my grandparents house. They built their own house, I knew it so well that I have a well nigh perfect recollection that I use to think about either of them. They have been dead for a long time. I had a dream long ago about them saying goodbye .. but sometimes I could find grandma here. This time randomly from some segway into this house I ran inside. I was looking for the answer to something, but the house was being shown to buyers. They were old people too but not relatives. All my grandparents things were still there like showroom pieces, and I was not only not welcome but seen as out of place for presuming I could enter the home.
Probably wont make sense in the ..why is that destroyed dream, but it is yet another part of my dreamscape I no longer "own" in the dream world. Disturbing as it is all my own thoughts.
I wonder what will happen if I lose control of the entire dream. Will I dream normally for a change? Will I suffer a mental break? Who knows...tune in next time for weird semi lucid dreaming.

There was some almost equally terrible first part to the dream I had last night that I already am forgetting, but it ended with me being a reporter and being chased by a zombie who used to be my friend (in the dream, not an actual friend of mine). I ran for ages and finally lost her, and then all of a sudden I had Minecraft powers and built a little shelter out of blocks of sand in the rafters of the building and waited in the darkness for a very long time.

Maybe I should stop playing video games late at night.

I had a dream where I could breathe underwater, but I couldn't swim properly. That's some O. Henry level shit right there.

I dremt that the NFL playoffs began this morning, at 6:00 AM EST, and I had my little portable TV on my desk so I could watch the Seahawks/Redskins game.

Last night I dreamt that zombies were attacking my high school (in the 90s), so I went and grabbed my kid (born in the 2010s) from my parents house, and loaded them into our Toyota Tercel (from the the 80s) and drove up into the mountains.

It was obvious that the Toyota Tercel was from the 1980s, because the radio-station-changer buttons were labeled with pictures of the Cosby family member appropriate to that station.

Oh, I have that dream too, but I have a feeling you were smart enough to avoid actually doing it.

When I took my first stat class as an undergrad, I was pretty goddamn sure I didn't need to actually take the course. Something about being young, cocky, and just dumb. I showed up for the first class, collected the syllabus, and noted the dates for the midterm and final. I took the next few months off, though I decided to come back the week before the midterm just to check on things.

When I arrived just as class started, everyone had pencils and scratch paper on their desks and was frantically reviewing the book and notes. It turns out that the professor had moved the midterm up a week for some unknown scheduling thing, something that she'd announced a month ago. If I hadn't had that minor attack of conscience, I would've missed the midterm completely and-if I was _very_ good- pulled a C in the class overall.

I still have nightmares about that.

Last night I dreamt I visited Boston, for some reason or another, and where Cambridge used to be, there was a scale model of Manhattan. At the exit to the scale model was an airlock that was actually a one-way portal to a BMW assembly plant outside Dusseldorf, which the Germans were using to secretly kidnap American laborers to use in their automotive industry, which was in serious decline because the trap kept catching our most Homer Simpsonesque workers.

There was an equivalent portal in Disney Munich that was sucking all the best auto engineers from Bavaria and hurtling them across the sea to eternal servitude at Ford and Chevrolet.

Dmitri Martin had a sitcom on MSNBC where he was a mayor and they were having an episode that reunited the cast of Family Ties as their characters. There was a sight gag of them riding bikes towards a country cottage, except there was a fence there now. Everybody rode through the gate except Mallory, who was the only one who had ridden a bike there in a scene in Family Ties, so she rode exactly like she did in the show and hit the fence.

I have no idea if there was actually a scene in the original show where Mallory rode a bike. It was certainly not any scene I consciously remember. I'm also pretty sure that Dmitri Martin is too young to be a fan of Family Ties.

And I just looked it up and he's apparently 39.

My place is available for crashing space. I totally won't sit in the dark and watch you sleep.

Last night I dreamed I was in a sort of Thief meets Skyrim kind of game. I was trying to break into some relatively wealthy townsman's house via a furnace of sorts that came out on the street. While hiding in the furnace I heard the townsman or one of his hands say something like "If a thief tried to sneak in through the furnace he'd be trapped" and I thought: "Oh shit, how am I going to get out of the furnace?". But it turned out to be pretty easy.

Then out of the furnace I came immediately into the private study where all the riches were hidden. Apparently game level design and dreams follow the same twisted logic. There was a small chest with gold coins and some rare jewellery in shapes such as scarabs and butterflies. I took the jewellery and left the coins. Before leaving the house I also found a unique sword.

Upon leaving the house I was immediately startled by the towsnman who came running out screaming thief but then mounted his horse to go in pursuit of someone else whom he believed to be the thief. Then I came out of my hiding but someone came up to me and first I thought she was going to rat me out but instead she told me that perhaps I should put that unique sword I stole in my inventory instead of on my belt where everyone could see that I was obviously the thief.

I would play this game.

Seconded. Especially if they made it so that last bit of dialogue triggered only if you equipped the sword.

I just woke up from the stupidest fucking dream. Somebody decided to write bad fanfic about me. I was actually in the fiction, having to act it out, and I kept getting mad because I was written so badly and I would never, ever behave the way the writer was making me act. It was both hilarious and horrible. I'm going back to bed.

I dreamed that, among other things, my roommate and I were in my high school gymnasium for some sort of important event, before which they served us dinner in the cafeteria. For some reason, all I ate was the popcorn, but he tried something chicken-related and was violently ill on the floor behind us just before I woke up. Now I'm kind of afraid to try making chicken for dinner. :/

Solution: make popcorn chicken.

Huh. I don't remember posting in this thread this morning. Nor do I remember the dream. I should stay offline when I'm half asleep...

...that I drank a large glass of orange juice. Now the odd thing is that if you follow my posting in the weight loss and eating healthy threads you will know that sugar is a NO NO and orange juice has as much sugar as a Coke and I haven't had a glass of OJ in a year (or any juice for that matter).

AND I knew in my dream I wasn't supposed to be drinking it. I HATE food dreams. Really.

The other night I dreamed that I was being chased around Safe-Way by the fellow who I get a ride with to work most days. That was odd. More odd was the fact that I got married at the end of the dream to another fairly tall lady that I somewhat fancy at work. Very odd indeed.

Not nearly as odd as the dream I had a few months back in which Roberto Luongo showed up at my house and I tried to hastily tell him that the aliens were coming. It ended with neither aliens or a photo of me meeting him.

I think both dreams were borderline nightmares.

... that I was playing DAoC 2.

Goddamnit.

I dreamed that for some reason I was working for the Navy, and they needed someone to go down below the ship in a bathysphere and check for submarines. So I get in, the bathysphere gets sealed up, and over the side I go into the water. Down, down, then the voices over the radio get quieter and quieter and fade away as the water outside the window gets darker and darker. The lights aren't illuminating anything more than an inch or two in front of the window. Nobody's answering the radio. After what seemed like hours of silence, I finally thought I felt a thump. Without any frame of reference, I had no idea if I'd been descending or for how long. All there was to do was sit and wait, wondering if I was even still connected to the ship or just sitting down undetected at the bottom of the ocean.

So basically, you dreamed the Mass Effect 3 DLC.

We've been watching Supernatural, and last night we watched the most recent episode. It ended on a very awkward note for one of Our Heroes. I dreamed a whole episode resolving the awkwardness and involving a haunting, including flash back scenes (this season's omnipresent feature) and guest actors. In the dream I knew I was watching an episode of Supernatural.

Also, Sam still hadn't cut his freaking hair. You'd think if I'm in control (since it's my dream) he'd have the shorter hair I prefer.