Dreams and/or Nightmares

[Hiroshi Mishima]

I had a dream last night that I went to a restaurant that served TV Dinners. Not all funky or unappealing like you get them after they've been in the oven or the microwave, but made up just perfect. Which would've been nice except for the fact that it was like 10 bucks a meal, and hostile creatures/aliens frequently abduct people from there. Probably one of the most random dreams I've ever had.

[Parabox]

I had some kind of dream of which I can only remember smoking a good cigar in.

[Black Falcon]

Dreamt a weird dream about a weird mix between Resident Evil and Doom...

I was part of a special forces unit, our squad consisted of 3 men. We somehow made it into the huge mall-like building, it was very dark. After walking through the corridores a few minutes, we heard a horrible cry that didn't sound human.
One of the guys said: "Turn off your lights!". Then a zombie appeared out of the darkness and grabbed one guy.
Although it was dark and their heads were really close to each other, I stayed cool an said "Keep your head down!".
I aimed and shot. The zombie was down. The guy said "You almost killed me, bastard!". I smiled and then we continued our investigation. We ended up being in some sort of a research area, only narrow passages and corridores there.
As usual we checked each room. When I opened that one door, a woman suddenly stared at me. She looked almost normal,
only her skin was green and she made Zombie-like noises ;>_>.
I took my pistol without hesitating and fired two bullets into her head, but she just laughed and kept staring at me  :O_o:.
I said "Somebody an idea how to kill that thing?!".
Then suddenly a door opened and Michelle Rotriguez came out, armored with a BFG.
She said "How's it with this?". I smiled and took cover behind a door.
I just heard a large boom and when I looked into the room where the woman was, I just saw Michelle and lots of zombie shreds everywhere. She smiled and showed me the empty shell of the projectile she shot the zombie with.
I just said: "That's a nice souvenir you got there!"
Then I woke up...
Weird, but awesome! :lol:

[Parabox]

Have you ever dreamed up a girl, MetConst? You'll recognize this.

She was 16, blonde, had a really nice figure (and I mean the kind where there's this little valley going down from just below her heartbone to just above her navel), a little shorter then me, had curlish hair, and a heart-shaped face. She wore a chestnut brown naval jersey, and blue jeans. She was sweet, experienced, and either British or American. It was summer, I think, so this quite possibly takes place after my birthday this year,
We were far in love. She was perfect.
But I remember dreaming of some girl in the background, either someone who was just out of the picture, or still barely in it, so I might've been cheating.
It might've been summer, and it was a dreamily-expanded and changed version of my father's old house back in Asperen.
I remember laying next to hear, somewhat sleepish, on our sides, we were, and talking with her about something. It was really blissful, as the dust particles danced in the newborn sunlight, and the warm beams hit our faces. I remember her telling me of something that she had to do, some reason why she had to leave, but she'd be back soon.
Flash forward. We were sitting on a blue couch in an equally dim living room, and now her very nice stomach was visible (yay, dream render), and she was whispering to herself about holding on, keeping strong, whilst looking at it. Now, I just came from upstairs, so I asked if she was talking about what I thought she was talking. She said yes, so that meant she was (temporarily) on an anorexic diet, maybe that's how she got and or maintained her great shape, maybe she believed she had to do it for those reasons.
Flash to being in a dreamly-edited train, riding dreamly-edited tracks, to a dreamly-edited station. All very dreamy indeed, but still all quite like the Dutch Railroads, only very quiet and empty. That's a recurring element in my dreams, btw. I dreamt this either before or after, but I only just remembered this, so I'm writing this down.
Strangely enough, I woke up on time (9 am) for once, in stead of noon or later.
Now I want to kill my own mind for seducing me into something THAT DOESN'T EXIST AND NEVER WILL.

[Phazar]

Are you sure she doesn't exist?  With dreams you never know...

[Parabox]

Sorry, I don't have the DNA databanks of the FBI :(
But I am asking around to the few girls she somewhat resembled.
Edit: Pagebreak ftw.

[igo]

I entered into the room with the small gun that I had found tightly clenched in my left hand, and a flashlight in the other.  The room was a wreak, but that was no surprise, no one had been in this room for years.  From the doorway, there was a bed directly to the left of me, with a dresser on the right.  In front of me was a chest with assorted junk on top of it, I'd look at that in a minute, but first I went to the desk that was at the foot of the bed.  Papers scattered everywhere, where would I begin?

I took out my folder and dropped it on the bed.  The storm outside was getting worse, soon there would be even less natural light for me to see with.  I opened the folder and turned to the page that marked this particular location.  After a quick glance over my notes, I sighed and turned to the desk again.  There was an assortment of old cassette players on the far left of the desk, and sticky notes lining the  top edge.  There was three of the yellow adhesive notes, each one with a number slash number, which I assumed to be a date.  I jotted these numbers down in my notes, then turned my attention to the tape players.  They where dusty, but the one I picked up turned on without any problems.  It wasn't quite what I was expecting to hear, a familiar retro video game tune.  After a few seconds of that, a voice began to talk over the music track.  I attentively listened, but couldn't make any of it out.

I heard a sound coming from the hallway, so I dropped the cassette player on the bed and went for the gun.  'I sure hope this damn thing still works,' I think to myself as I enter into the dark hallway.  I face left, with the end of the hallway to my back. If anything was coming, it would be from this direction.  I crotch down to one knee, as I hear creaky footsteps from the stairs ahead.  Straining my eyesight, I see a dark figure slowly making its way towards me. I pull the trigger, nothing. 'Damn it!' I curse to myself, as I lunge at the figure!

To my surprise it was the old man I had met earlier, good thing that gun didn't work.  "Are you alright? Sorry about that, I... thought you where someone else." Apologizes where not enough for the old man, he had saved my ass back there, and I had nearly shot him. I toss the useless trash in my hand onto the mantle next to me and help the poor man to his feet.  "What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"I could ask you the same question sonny!" with a groan. I looked around a bit then headed back into the room. The flashlight was still on, pointed towards a pile of papers on the desk.  "I told you before what my quest was old man, but now it will soon be coming to an end. I nearly found him."

He slowly made his way over to the desk, and shuffled through some of the papers. "I was quite surprised to see you again, here of all place," the old man said. "This is my home you see, but it's not the first time I've had visitors to this old place, looking through these exact same documents."

After finding what he needed, he tossed the rest of the pile back onto the desk. "These where the men that had come here before you. Each one of them where looking for him too, though for different reasons I am sure."

He held out a piece of paper to me, written on it where the names of the people I had recently killed. "Well, I'm the last one left now, you don't have to worry about them anymore."

An awkward silence.

"Well I'll leave you to it then, I'll be in the next room if you need anything."

As the old man left the room I got back to work. I pocketed the cassettes, I would listen to these later, in  safer location. On the top of the desk, above the sticky notes was another pile of papers, this one piled neatly. Grabbing them, I noticed right away these where what I needed. I stuffed them quickly into my folder.

After I had gotten all the data I needed, I stashed my folder back into my jacket, and made my way back into the hallway. To my dismay, I heard a loud groaning sound coming from outside.  Flashlight in hand, I began down the hallway to the steps, towards the final chapter of my adventure.

[Digital_Mantra]

Some bio-engineered beast by a docking station came to life through a freak accident and would consume people in a horrible way adding flesh to itself.
It was like an x-files intro. Some weird apparatus would come out of it's vagina as it slithered around the floor to suck people up.
It was grotesque and hard to run away from or avoid sometimes. It got very mobile after it consumed a bench full of flesh at a mall.
I remember running away from it with my mom and sister. I had to grab it's apparatus several times as it shot at my family and squeeze it.
This seemed to be the only way to avoid the attack and buy some time.
It had a metallic spine, a fucked up torso with gaping flesh holes and a woman's face with some metal sparkled shards around it.


Was living in the wilderness, or rather learning to enjoy the art of total freedom. It played out like a movie. There was familiar actors and everything.
3 dogs were trying to blow up a communication tower and they were voice activated to explode.
I cant remember the 3 words but I had to loadstate my life so I could say it before they got to the tower.
I was far away solving a mystery with john lennon on this wooden staircase bridging a massive crevice. 'voice trap activate!' might have been the dog exploding key shit.
This gave the movie the best ending. Everyone started to live together on the grass and uniting.

Then I was downstairs in this huge house painting, and my dad was some actor. He answered the door and wouldn't let the person in.
I checked, and it was this guy. But it wasn't, it was just a picture of a guy put up to the peephole, it was really a mourning woman who lost her husband.
I unlocked the door and gave her a hug as she fell apart. Apparently my actor dad killed this man?
There was a riverbank in the middle of nowhere that I could access just by opening a door in this house.

[JAM]

I saw an interesting dream recently.

Somehow I got ability to switch to digital mode. Almost instantly, like pressing Tab in Doom to see map. It was like they say in matrix: "You look at bunch of symblos, but see things" (that's true, if you can understand ASM code, just looking on code in hex). But the picture was flat, as if I looked in hex editor. Nevertheless, I understood what to do.

I changed a few bytes and some objects were moved when I returned to normal mode. Then I wanted to change reactions of certain human. It was a nice feeling of understanding that you can manupulate living things by changing treir properties. Then I changed another bytes and gravity in water was changed. I was able not to sink in water without doing anything as it was like oversalted.

When I done with swimming I've noticed that something is wrong. After switching to digital mode, I saw that someone has entered a genetal table and changed a lot a bytes to zeroes there, including world state. Then I felt an earthquake and I heard a music from Metroid 1 (escape sequence). In general, it was like last moments of Dark Rether. Quickly, I changed a lot of things, mostly values from 00 to 02, don't thinking on each thing too much. As a result, the world stabilized, but some things are changed, like liquid in the like where I swimmied turns to lava and ground with grass turned to rocks

[Hiroshi Mishima]

Well, it's been a while since I posted a dream in here, and I did have an interesting one that I couldn't really remember a whole lot about by the time I got around to telling someone about it. But I'll copy what I said to them and try to clean it up a little.


Dealt with Samus and a group of Galactic Police agents who were working with Adam Malkovich. Well, strange things start happening, and some of the agents are killed off. I kept seeing this strange symbol in places, but couldn't make it out too well. Eventually I realized it had an A and an M built into the symbol.. because it was Adam's mark, and the problems we (that is, Samus and the others, but I was either playing this as a game or watching it take place) were facing were, by and large, caused by Adam.

In the end, when we realized what the symbol meant, that's when Adam revealed himself as the mastermind behind it all. Most of the police officers had either been killed off (by him directly or indirectly) or had fled/abandoned the mission. I remember him giving this stupid speech to Samus about how "I wanted you to be safe, but you just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you? You kept putting truth and justice above everything else, and never understood concepts like duty and loyalty to the Federation. I guess this is where we part ways." or something like that.

He'd built this huge mecha and was attacking Samus who'd retreated to her gunship and was having to fend it off while encircling this small planetoid (kinda similar to a Mario Galaxy battle, now that I think of it). But she couldn't face it head on because it's firepower was too strong for her suit. She kept having to use the gunship to fend him off or disable him temporarily so she could hop out and fire a few shots with her Super Missiles, as nothing else she had was potent enough, and her ship's weapons lacked the OOMPH needed to do real damage. Eventually, she was able to knock back the robot/machine enough to roll up the side and plant a power bomb.

She only had a few seconds to get out of the blast radius before it went off and was clinging from a some kind of rod/beam (you know, like they used to make buildings, this big iron H shaped things) as the bomb went off. I could feel the energy sucking at her suit trying to knock her loose. But eventually it was all over and the robot was wrecked. But I don't know what actually happened to Adam, whether he made it out or not.


The whole dream was incredibly realistic and pretty much indistinguishable from the waking world, if not for some of the stuff that went on clearly being beyond what we're capable of today. It was fascinating and I wish to gods I could have written down more of this, but I didn't have the luxury of time this morning.

[Zhs2]

:archie:

I dreamt of a small boy with blonde hair clothed in a woolen blue sweater and corduroy brown pants who was forced into social situations he didn't very much like (which happened to be a rather frequent gathering of boys playing Dungeons and Dragons perhaps every Tuesday and Friday or otherwise travelling to the fair on days thereafter) by his overbearing parents. His mother was an overweight authoritarian figure dressed in only the finest silken red garments with every intention of forcing her son into popularity that he did not much prefer, and his father was a great hulking brute clothed in a fine button-up shirt and blue nylon overalls who much enjoyed his wife's endeavors and supported them with every inch of his muscle.

One day, the boy had returned home from the fair with cotton candy in hand, and he thought his life couldn't get any drearier. The treat he had managed to save was a favorite of his, but still nary a light in the storm of reminding him of how horrible each and every day of his life was - full of lollygagging, tarrying, milling around, and general nothing doings. Sure, he spoke words to the other boys he played with, as much as was necessary, but there was a lack of communication, a feeling of thoughts and ideas crashing into one another from both directions like the collision of ocean waves. Nobody understood how he felt, how he languished, how he yearned for a line of interaction with someone perhaps as intelligent as he was.

Quietly he closed the front door and snuck past the living room, not wanting to alert his parents to his presence. He saw enough of them that attempting to talk with either one would not improve anything, much less by leaps and bounds. He snuck up a flight of stairs and down the hall to his one safe haven in the world, his fortress of solitude. He opened the door, and he silently shut it, lest the sound of door's one squeak let the feared ones know of his presence in the home. Heavily he took a deep breath and sighed, thankful that he would be to himself for the next period of hours until his mother shouted so.

Clenching his sweet treat, he moved toward his desk, through the miniature train set and over to his desk, where he settled down to do his homework. No matter how many avenues of socialization he attempted and failed throughout the day, whether at school where the classmates horsed around to teachers' dismay, whether at a social gathering where much the same occurred without supervision, whether it were that he decided foolishly to convince his parents that his life was his and they should not interfere, the closest thing to understanding he had yet were his studies. It was a one-way street, but he went at them dutifully for his studies were the one thing he felt any sort of compassion for. He opened his book and took a bite of the candy. Sweet sugar melted infinitely in his mouth for what seemed an eternity as he plodded away at equations, only stopping to take another bite whenever he felt necessary. He'd gotten through three pages of calculus and was about to move onto English when something caught the corner of his eye.

A mouse? A young one, it looked, from first glance. It was albino, strangely, and it eyed his cotton candy with a feverish glare. Calmly the boy took a finger grip's worth of the candy from the stick and went to set it on the ground, scaring the creature at first with his movements. "It's okay," he reassured as his hand slightly pulled away, moving to set it down again after a few second's time. The mouse surprised him another time by rushing up and sinking its teeth into his index finger, missing the candy by quite a few inches. "OW!" the boy cried, tossing the candy and the mouse a few feet away as his hand jerked up in reaction to his injury. The mouse landed with a squeak on its side after bouncing a couple times, clearly disoriented after his tossing as he attempted to scramble to his four padded feet. The boy was grasping his finger, allowing it to bleed a bit as he applied antibiotics to the wound to ensure that no infections occurred. He had almost finished bandaging the wound when he saw the mouse again. It was standing on its hind legs just in front of him, holding the bit of candy and watching him with interest.

"What do you want? You've already got your piece of candy," the boy said, putting his hands on his knees and wondering why the mouse hadn't scrambled back into its little mouse hole to never be seen again. Then the mouse did another curious thing. Grasping the candy with his front paws, he tore a section off of the bit of candy and offered the human boy the smaller piece. The boy took this gesture of apologetic concern and accepted the piece of candy, taking a look at it to make sure there wasn't too many pieces of stray debris lodged in it before he popped it into his mouth and caused it to dissolve. "I forgive you," said the boy to the mouse, whereupon he offered his right hand with the bandaged index as a platform for the mouse to clamber onto. The mouse did so indeed, and he was lifted to the desk where the boy and the mouse shared the candy between one another until they had eaten it all up.

The boy had found a friend who could understand him, and the mouse had reached out to humankind for a treaty of friendship. They had enjoyed themselves for hours afterward, playing games and learning from one another about the differences in their universes. The boy had learned in that short time that the mouse could only generally understand what he was attempting to say, much like a dog understood certain phrases uttered by its owner and all other things passed above its head. Likewise, the boy could understand its various gestures and body language to the point that a simple movement was enough, and yet for all of the mouse's squeaking and chittering the boy could not understand a word. They found no strained relations in these difficulties, and they felt like they were inseparable.

At least, until his mother called him to dinner. Silently he bade the mouse goodbye and went to have his meal, upon which he was sent back to his room for bed. "Early to bed, early to rise," his mother preached, caring only about his precious social life and not wondering or caring where the bandage upon his finger had come from. As he lay in bed, however, the mouse slept with him, curling up next to his pillow and enjoying the presence of his human friend.

The next day, after the boy had come back from his afternoon dreariness, he immediately returned to his room to speak with his rodent friend. However, it was nowhere to be seen. The boy searched his room high and low when he was interrupted by a shrill squeak from the one he was searching for. There, upon his desk, was not one, but three mice. The other two he had never seen before, and they were larger in size, and dressed strangely from the looks of it. They were both brown-furred, yet one was wearing overalls and the other was wearing a very small wide-brim hat with a flower on top, probably picked from his mother's flower garden (he giggled at the thought of these mice uprooting his mother's work.) He learned soon after that these were the mouse's parents, their respective genders indicated by their apparent apparel. The mouse looked to him as a friendly figure as much as ever, but in the parents' gestures he saw distrust, possibly created by the actions of the boy's own immediate family. The boy attempted to console them as much as he could, but the mouse signed to him that it was a fruitless gesture and that they should just do what they had done yesterday. They did indeed, and later that night the mouse's parents were indeed convinced that not all of the humans were as cruel as they seemed to be.

On the third day they had even shared some more cotton candy, as the boy had once again come home from the fair and brought with him a blue variant of the normally pink cotton candy variety. By the end of the week the boy had constructed a small house made of multicolored transparent plastic for the mice to travel with him in if they so pleased, as he enjoyed their company as much as they did he. The mice and he went everywhere together, most times being hidden from the rest of his "social partners", but they did not stay secret for long. Soon the boy felt dissent from each of these social groups, disparaging a relationship between human and rodent. The boy learned to keep them away from these people for they attempted many nasty things against his friends if they happened to have seen them. Sadly the mice and boy exchanged communiqué, disappointed that people could be so very cruel about things they didn't understand.

It wasn't long before word reached his mother. She was very displeased that her son was more interested in alienating the people he was supposed to be friends with with ugly, horrible, disgusting creatures such as the filth found in the walls of her house. One day, as the arrived home from school (as he had skipped seeing his friends entirely that day), his father had snatched him up by the shoulders with his big, brutish arms and dragged him forcibly into the living room.
"Well, I never!" said the mother, to the horror of the boy. "What are you doing with those... horrid little beasts? Did I not raise you to be more sensible than this?"
"They're my friends, mother!" the boy replied in an earnest shout. "They understand me better than you could ever hope to do, your own flesh and blood son!"
"Stay your mouth!" the mother yelled, utterly outraged. "They are disgusting, and they have no place relating with one not of their kind! Take his little container and crush them, my dear!"

The father was quick, but the boy was quicker. Landing a blow in his father's crotch with the back of his legs, he rolled gracefully as he landed and released the mice from their prison. "Go now!" said the boy. "Leave this to me, and I will meet you later! I will deal with whatever they throw at me!"
Quickly they scurried away, through the legs of the mother (to her own dancing stomping horror) and under the sofa, to safety in the walls behind.
"Why, you little!" the mother screamed, now lifting the boy off of his feet. "I will crush you for ruining me, as my son is the talk of all of my friends! Crazy this, ugly mice that! Each and every little stinging remark is your fault!"

*Slap!* The mother beat him across the face with the back of her hand. *Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* He was being beaten and bruised and he was sure his face was not going to live the evening.
"Aiieeee!" his mother suddenly screamed. The boy looked down, and saw that his best friend had bitten into her ankle. She released the boy suddenly, whereupon he hit the floor and rolled. In one fluid motion, he grabbed the mouse as he had been shaken off and ran out of the living room and through the front door, only stopping to scoop up the mouse's parents before he ran away, never to be picked up by his parents again.

Rumor has it that he is a successful entrepreneur in another part of the world, with his business for animal grooming growing to booming proportions. Others say that he went to live with the mice in their natural habitats in the sewers, although this statement is probably no less than malicious. What is known, though, is that the mother passed away only recently due to the stress of living a high maintenance life - that is to say, she had a coronary. It is unknown whether her son had shown up at her funeral, but one thing is for certain: one of the children of the mouse that was the boy's best friend takes pleasure in dancing on her grave on the anniversary of that night.

[Digital_Mantra]

Your dreams sound like short stories.

[Zhs2]

It did indeed play out very much akin to a Disney film, although I suspect I filled in quite a few of the details afterward (I was sure the dream ended at the part where the boy let the mice escape from the parents, but I didn't want to stop there. It was getting too good.)

[Digital_Mantra]

Dream started out like a level of DOOM. One of the more industrial looking ones laden with hidden doors.
I was sure I'd be dead soon cause of all the monsters attacking me, but I found 1 particular hidden door that locked behind me.
I was safe for now. An automated computer voice message thing activated and a few lights turned on after I wiped some dust and cob web off a panal.
It said "This place has been under stasis for 13 years, you may wish to activate the far door and gather further intel"
As I walked through the second hidden door, it went from DOOM style graphics to xbox 360 survival horror.
I was in a dim lit house, a hallway, one side very dark and the other with a little light. I was looking for anything to arm or feed myself with.
I decided to take the dark way after finding a flashlight, maybe because I'm brave, or maybe because I'm too afraid to have my back to the dark unknown.

The end of the hall led to 2 bedrooms on each side. I went into the right bedroom first, it was a boys room from what I gathered.
Couldn't find any weaponry or ammo. But I heard some kind of noise outside the blinds.
It was a man crushed by a vehicle in the streets, there was snow and christmas lights. A demented axe wielder started to gut and behead him.
He saw my eyes through the blinds and I ran to the next room to find provisions as quickly as possible.
This was a girls room no doubt, same setup just opposite. I looked through the blinds again and saw the bulky fat axe guy again. He was destroying vehicles and snowmen.
I left the dark halls and went for the light quickly, finding a kitchen loaded with food. Too much food for me to carry.
I didn't notice a health bar anymore, I didn't have that sense of regeneration and near death like I did in the earlier DOOM dream.
This was more realistic.

I was outside now, and I was being followed by two men who could speak to me and each other telepathically, but a more proto-type version of it. It wasn't our voices we heard,
it was like those cheap text to speech voices. To my understanding, I was back in reality, and trying to find my family, but these 2 men were observing me. And I later found out why.
It turns out I'm a sneaky guy, and I had already found a few glitches in reality. Turns out I was in the game again. These 2 men would speak to family and friends saying that I've
got sick again and must be put in hospital. I plead my case to my family, that this was still a game and I could prove it, but the 2 men just made my imposed insanity all the more believable.
We argued telepathically, that if this was still part of the stasis field, I must gather intel and forget about reuniting with family and reality.
They accepted my offer and willingness to give up reality again. I had a level to beat, and intel to gather before I could leave the secret room.

Unfortunately, that was around the time my cat woke me up.

[Zhs2]

:archie: again

I had a dream today about a zombie apocalypse. Specifically, it revolved around a rather overweight man who had finally escaped into an elevator and away from the ugly things trying to eat him. The elevator was headed down to the lobby, even though he did not press any buttons. In the corner of the elevator, he spotted a person in a long brown jacket and stylish pants, armed with a sawed-off shotgun on their back and weapons down their sides. They were armed to the teeth for this invasion of flesh eaters. Suddenly they turned around, and the overweight man saw their face. They were clean-shaven, face as smooth as baby silk with boyish hair to match. The face on this person looked too angelic to be a boy's, but his question about the ambiguity of their gender was answered soon enough.

"Hey, you," said the armed stranger. "I have a proposition for you. When we get to the lobby, there will be tons of zombies. They've completely filled up the lower floor and they can smell us from about a mile away. You have two options here. Either you can suck me off, or I'll throw you to the zombies to be used as bait. Either one will get me out alive, but you should decide if you want to keep your own."
"You want me to what?!" Said the heavy man. He was already shaken loose by the zombies, but this had to be the kicker.
"You heard what I said. Drop to your knees and take it out of my pants."

The man shrugged, and did as the stranger asked. As soon as he did so, the elevator dinged and the door opened. The zombies were waiting for them. Soon he was blowing a young male(?) as he feared for his life, when the shotgun went off. Three zombies were headshotted all at once. "Don't stop now," said the stranger, breathing heavily and expertly doing shotgun acrobatics. "This is easiest way for me to get into my zone."
The heavyset man did as he was told, and the stranger had done several shotgun flips while effectively stopping every zombie that was lumbering towards them. The man choked as a salty taste flooded his mouth but swallowed dutifully as the last five zombies were destroyed at once with one shot. It couldn't have been worse than getting eaten alive.

And that's all I remember.

[Malpercio]

I was having a dream, where I was living in a game world that was kinda a 007-meets-Fallout, but before the entire world was wasteland. We (my organization) had heard about a town full of survivors, and also a military invasion including a dirty bomb. so my mission was "get in, rescue people, get out." Mission takes place, and I get killed by enemy troops, so mission resets. This time, i rescue everyone, but can't make it to the safety/exit zone before the bomb goes off, so i get killed by the bioweapon. Third time, I don't beat the timer either, but have the idea to place my sleeve in front of my mouth and nose, and that somehow keeps me safe from the dirty bomb's virus or whatever it used.

I get to a ramp, where there's a crossover between "air is toxic" and "ground is toxic" for some reason, so when i try to crawl across it I start getting poisoned again, so i stand up and sprint to the back of that room, then i pull a bunch of bullets out of my pocket and somehow fire them without a gun at the guys chasing me. Kill them all, see a lock on the door out. I reach into my pocket, and somehow pull out my irl house keys, one of which works on the lock.

So then I open the door, and since video games work like that, I'm transported to a vegas-like town with rumors of an enemy base. I wander around town and then back to the start point, where I meet a woman who reminds me of Ziva from NCIS, and I'm told to get in a truck, which will take me to the base. The driver of the truck turns out to be someone I went to school with last year, and we start driving. Going around a turn, a red minivan has troubles of some kind, but as if Need for Speed, we plow right through it with no effects and push it along for a while. Then the driver hits the breaks and sharply turns, hauling the car into the front windows of a megaplex theater thing, like a battering ram.

We go in, and lo and behold, it's the headquarters. Fast forward to boss fight, which is against Ganondorf. I get a top-down view, and a little shield icon, and i start reflecting monsters Ganondorf is throwing at me back at him, and then eventually i notice two life bars, one obviously mine, the other obviously his, and dropping. Then I beat him, and three seconds later, right as he does the classic super-boss-cataclysmic-explosion, I wake up.

[Power Missile]

Bumping this few-month old thread as a result of dream talk on IRC.

So, here's something as a result of overexposure to the anime club at my old high school:

I somehow get a ticket to Japan for just 10 dorra, only catch is that it's cheap because I gotta attend some anime convention.  For some reason all I had with me was formal clothes and my phone when I went to Japan (there was no plane ride, I just warped there).  I meet some of my friends (anime freaks) at the airport, and I'm going around doing nothing.  We ride in a weird bus in an area that looks absolutely NOTHING like Japan, and the bus stops suddenly, and I'm catapaulted all the way into... the front door of the bus (keep in mind all physics are out the window).  It gets stranger when I go into some weird as hell place (which I doubt is even in Japan anymore) where they do some fake medical shit to scare people.  There are three tests I believe, I can't remember what the first two were, but the third test...  sent me into a round of COD Zombies.  I immediately shoot a hellhound trying to kill me.  I have this thought that I have to contact a person named Rice (how appropriate) to let me retake the test while I'm fighting zombies...

And then I wake up.

My dream's not that special.  Doesn't compare to some of these weird-as-hell dreams.

[Zhs2]

TRIPLE :archie:

08:29 <Zekeachu|Inactive> I had a fun dream this morning
08:29 -!- You're now known as Chizuari
08:31 <Chizuari> It was another one of those James 'n' I combo dreams, as we lived in the same house (which included this whole underground basement cave complex where James lived, and I lived in the upper half
08:31 <StreamingOne|MZM> You need a girl.
08:31 <Chizuari> Two small children were knocking on the back door one day, and they were looking for 'the dragon', but
08:31 <Chizuari> James was out hunting villains
08:32 <Chizuari> So I snuck out a secret back entrance and behind them, and I said 'BOO!' upon which they jumped and looked behind them
08:32 <Chizuari> and I was like "Sorry kids, he's not here right now. Where are your parents anyway?"
08:34 <Chizuari> Whatever happened next was kind of fuzzy, but I think it ended up turning into searching out a place for these kids to live, but it was this whole other deep and controversial plot downward that I couldn't begin to describe because I didn't dream imagine the details, so instead I will describe what happened
08:35 <Chizuari> The next part, the view went kinda isometric, and I was exploring these sort of ruins to team back up with this ghost I had commissioned, who I secretly knew before she had died (the same with her brother too, but I didn't commission his help as well)
08:37 <Chizuari> and then I was running up the street with some gang members whom I assume were affiliated with me somehow because they were all friendly to me, but they were having trouble with some other gang members and one of the friendly gang dudes had a heart attack and I had to get him some meds before he died
08:38 <Chizuari> said dude was named Zack and he had powers of teleportation, he and the female gang leader followed me around for a bit after they won the fight with the rival gang
08:39 <Chizuari> including back to the house James and I lived in, I was searching for a few clues related to this mystery plot that I didn't quite fully understand
08:39 <Chizuari> I was down in James' secret lair, looking at these gourd-like fruit that were sitting on shelves, and I knew they were called "manikin" and were both extremely important and specifically only less difficult for dragons to gather
08:40 <Chizuari> The longer ones were rarer, too, and actually never mind, I think they looked like yellow elongated zucchini
08:42 <Chizuari> anyway, I went to the bathroom and when I came back out Zack and the gang leader was downstairs, and I was like "how'd you get down here" which is when I figured out Zack had teleportation, but before I could scold them I saw James flying by and getting pelted by fireballs outside the nearby window
08:42 <Chizuari> I went to go rescue him and that's when I woke up
08:42 <StreamingOne|MZM> You have very good dream recall
08:45 <Chizuari> Another significant part though is that I was standing at one of the entrances to James' downstairs and there was a whole bunch of clothing and swimming equipment lying all over the ground, and I was like "Look at all the people James ate!" and Zack was like "James wouldn't do that, and all this stuff lying here is kinda weird." I told him I was joking, but it did seem weird that all that stuff was there; to add to the weirdness it looked like we were all standing on a boat in the middle of an ocean instead of solid ground
08:46 <Chizuari> and, that's pretty much all I remember
08:46 <Chizuari> I think that part was before I went downstairs into the lair

[Digital_Mantra]

-the dream-
The dream revolved around my sperm creating babies that aged super fast and died within 7 days. I was living in this strange apartment with interesting patios and odd roommates.
I explained it to them why I had so many kids that were turning old really fast. I was trying my best to raise them and not mention that they would die within days.
I ended up in some sort of native forest and there was a controlled forest fire in several tiers like some spiritual cremation ceremony that I had to jump down.
I pass through an odd cave with the sound of crackling spiders trying to get out of the dirt. I ended up in a convenience pharmacy store.
I was able to save my life data there past the counter in an aisle (much like a video game), shortly after I left from a different exit to a downtown nighttime area,
I saw one of my children (a girl, now an old woman dead face down in a water fountain, her body was bloated and grey), i exited back through the store to the forest and there
was millions of gigantic spiders coming out of the ground and I had to sprint as fast as I could to escape them. I managed to leave this forest realm and back to my town.
I ended up at some art show at a coffee shop uptown and my step dad had his own display of very interesting photographs.
Then we were all in the van on the way to somewhere and I was saying that it was an interesting art show and there was this man behind us in a seat with 1 hand.
Shortly after that I was back in the strange apartment, and I had several new children that were getting more and more mentally retarded.
I woke up spooked because the dream ended with some sort of poltergeist.

-not dreaming anymore, awake-
From 6am to 7am I was walking around my apartment, took a piss and noticed that wherever I walked, i heard secondary steps beneath me,
it felt like a mirror image of me the floor below, following me. When I went to lie down, I was having panic attacks, especially hearing my door rattle and someone
sitting on my couch in the other room, my cats eyes were fixated on the living room and I couldn't get her to lie with me. Eventually I fell asleep again at 7 till 8.

-dreaming again-
This is where the night terrors began to occur. I dremt of ghosts in my apartment, I went outside and I was on an overpass bridge,
I saw 3 space shuttles take of and fly around like jets, I saw 1 man ejected. I was expecting to see him pull his parachute but after a 10 second fall,
he slammed straight onto a street light, dead immediately, then as he was slowly slipping off and down further to the traffic, I fell onto the platform he was on too,
I did my best to hold tight. From there I woke up again at around 9am.

-not dreaming anymore-
Got out of bed with a jolt, like I was sprung out of it. Sorta like waking up with a scream or rapid leg/arm spasm.
I walked around my apartment and still felt that there was someone living under me whose gravity was reversed and he was still just walking all over the ceiling mirroring me.
I was too afraid to look over the patio when I was having my morning coffee/cigarette cause I might have saw myself looking at myself. Spent a few hours on reddit calming down,
took some medication. Fine now.

[advancedpillow]

there was someone living under me whose gravity was reversed and he was still just walking all over the ceiling mirroring me.

Strangely terrifying. ...and right before I pass out.  :whoa:

[iRundas]

I had a martin luther last night. Nightmare(s) like allways and in segments. Anyway; (in the dream) i wake up and everythings dark around but objects visable like shadows. i look outside and theres something on fire, Ofcourse i go outside but i noticed theres no lights on the ceiling on the way. well im outside and everything is different, i had a balchony and my ex girlfriends sitting on a lawn chair talking to someone. (Dream ends) I wake up to my brother screaming about unfairness.. i close the door and went back to sleep. (Same dream) Im by the place were the fire is but the flames dont move. Im just staring at it.. Then my brother shows up and he cant  find my sister. were runing, hoping fences, doin all kinds of stunts untill we come to what i guess the edge of the dream and its pure darkness. my brother just runs into it and hes gone. I start to panic. (dream ends) i wake up and no ones around, i hear racket in the living room i go in there and my cats playing with a toy football. reliefed i go back to sleep. (Same dream again) i can see myself in a running position but i dont move. the clip skips and im back at the balcony, there where some unusual people there. they were drinking beer. clip skips again and this guys eyeballin me. i go inside for some reason and theres a whole fucking party. i look out the window and its daytime.. Clip skips and im in the bed. END

[Digital_Mantra]

I dreamt of these ancient serpent snake gods, they would take human hosts through telepathy, only ones with some royal lineage in their blood.
These serpents don't just go into the human body, rather hang around them, in the shadows of objects.
For instance, one woman, Cecial, she was standing infront of a large marble pillar, the serpent morphed a hole in the solid marble and revealed itself as it spoke to her,
looking down upon her. The only physical thing that happened to Cecial was that her fingers elongated by two times the size, and her navel turned into a vaginal orifice,
welcoming the serpent. Though these telepathic, murderous hunger fueled serpent gods rarely ever join the body. They don't always necessarily need to, and in doing so,
they aren't exempt from death. Bad things could happen.

I was confronted by Cecial and her friend, an old, well spoken man (actually it was actor Bill Nighy (aka Viktor from Underworld)) in a field. They were after me and my friend.
Though I wasn't me, I was a woman and so was my friend. Apparently we had the bloodline these gods needed to communicate. Anyways back to the field.
There was a rapping slug, very slimy large human size slug. And by rapper, I don't mean this slug was spittin' rhymes at the time, it was literally Eminem, as a fat slimy slug.
Cecial (or rather her hidden snake) killed Sluginem in a sandbox and buried it. My friend killed Cecial for committing this crime. It really pissed off the snake,
and as for the old man, this snake was his daughter/son (whichever host it takes). The old man retreated, screaming so loudly (in our minds that we are fucking good as dead).
As for Cecial's snake, we were running for our lives. That snake wanted one of us as a host.

We arrived in a very large NYC 'Venice Bijou style' apartment, me and my friend got naked and poured bleach all over our bodies, rubbing it into each others skin,
including our mouths and vaginas. I was worried that this could be potentially poisonous to the body if it got to the bloodstream but my friend said it's worth the risk.
We would be dead anyways if the snake found us by scent. We did all we could to cover up our special blood scent. I remember my vagina stinging from the chemicals
we poured on each other. Sorta felt like the way Arnold covered himself with mud in predator.

We went back to the field and saw police cars, I knew that the old guy must have pretended to be a random bystander and reported to police that we killed Sluginem.
But I was very good at telling the police what really happened and they believed us. Up to the point where the police officer unbuttoned his shirt, and like an arrow,
the Cecial snake shot out of his belly button and down my throat. As it finally went all the way down, it curled in my stomach and I was able to breathe again.
I heard the loudest screaming imaginable. This snake god was pissed off that we killed Cecial.

Apparently she was even more special than me in terms of royal lineage bloodlines. I was just second hand royal slop.
The royalty so diluted that during king and queen dinner parties, I'd be invited with scorn, like "Oh why must we invite him.. oh right, hes the king of who gives a fuck.".
Not only could I hear Cecial's snake, I could hear that Bill Nighy guys snake. From this point I was no longer in control of my body.
I went up to my friend and pressed my fingers to her throat, they elongated and stabbed her neck. I sucked her throat dry.
Then I jumped into the nearest lake to get this putrid bleach off my body. The other old guy snake was summoning me, and I was heading toward him, towards father.
Then I woke up.

Sucks when dreams end abruptly..

[Zhs2]

05:58 <Zekeachu|Inactive> So, I had this really weird dream
05:59 <ProjectXVIII> Did it involve like 16 boners?
05:59 <Zekeachu|Inactive> It involved playing what I knew was one of Scyzer's super metroid hacks, because it had like crazy ASM errywhere
06:00 <ProjectXVIII> Zeke already misses Scyzer
06:00 <Zekeachu|Inactive> On the HUD, you had several different icons that got darker based on how it was running out
06:00 <Zekeachu|Inactive> Except e-tanks, those worked as normal
06:01 <Zekeachu|Inactive> Going dark once you ran out of 100 energy
06:01 <Zekeachu|Inactive> Anyway, the way that e-tanks worked was that you had three loaded into an e-tank chamber just above your energy number
06:02 <Zekeachu|Inactive> When you lost 300 energy, the e-tanks fell out of the slot and onto the floor and you had to live with 99 energy (if this ran out, you died) until the next three loaded into the slot
06:02 <Zekeachu|Inactive> And they were permalost until you revisited your ship to recreate them again
06:03 <ProjectXVIII> This is an awesome idea.
06:03 <Zekeachu|Inactive> You could have three loaded into your main energy reserve, as said before, and then twelve in reserve
06:03 <Zekeachu|Inactive> Basically, reserve tanks on steroids
06:04 <Zekeachu|Inactive> This happened the same with ammunition for missile and bomb weapons too
06:04 <Zekeachu|Inactive> (These were the icons that got darker as you used more ammo to show visually how close you might have been to running out)
06:06 <Zekeachu|Inactive> 25 missiles, 25 bombs (yes, bombs were limited by a reload capacity and only a certain number could be used, like 150 total, before you had to go back to the ship to reload) 5 supers, and 5 power bombs could be loaded into main reserves
06:06 <Malpercio> sounds like reloadan everywhere
06:06 <Malpercio> which makes perfect sense
06:07 <Zekeachu|Inactive> You were still able to upgrade these capacities of course, it was a metroid game, what are you gonna do, start with everything
06:07 <ProjectXVIII> In Prime, yes.
06:08 <Zekeachu|Inactive> Anyway, HUD and game stuff ideas in the dream aside, Samus had most upgrades anyway, Gravity, hi-jump, pretty much everything save for space jump and screw attack
06:09 <Zekeachu|Inactive> The area she was in was the same tileset as the rightmost maridia elevator room, and there was one shaft before the boss room
06:09 <ProjectXVIII> Space Jump and Screw Attack are too OP for you to dream about
06:10 <Zekeachu|Inactive> The boss room was entered, but it was empty except for these little robots on the ground you could stand on that looked like super missiles and energy tanks (but they were just robotic representations of pickups, they were also deactivated at this point) and it was a 2x2 room
06:10 <Zekeachu|Inactive> it was entered from the left, and it was playing the before Kraid music
06:11 <Zekeachu|Inactive> Samus entered another room to the left on the bottom scroll, and this was a longwise room
06:11 <Zekeachu|Inactive> And then all of the sudden Bone Crocomire dropped from the ceiling and started pushing her back
06:12 <Zekeachu|Inactive> (If she touched it, she took damage, so she had no choice but to go back to the room she came from)
06:12 <Zekeachu|Inactive> And then she re-entered the 2x2 boss room where it was pretty much like Kraid's room except there was the lower floor which occasionally touched rising acid and there was an upper floor, and the boss switched between these sometimes
06:13 <Zekeachu|Inactive> The boss, by the way, was a creature named Wat-omire, where it was Bone Crocomire's body but with Mother Brain's head
06:14 <Zekeachu|Inactive> It was defeated by (insert missile weaponry) to the head, but it also had powerful charging and yellow glowing ball spitting attacks
06:14 <Zekeachu|Inactive> Also the robots that looked like pickups were activated and Samus could stand on them to avoid the acid (Wat-omire was immune to the acid)
06:15 <Zekeachu|Inactive> Once Wat-omire was defeated and exploding, the acid lowered and one of the pickup robots exploded and revealed Power Bombs
06:15 <Zekeachu|Inactive> (oh yeah, she didn't have those either)
06:16 <Zekeachu|Inactive> So Samus collected those and decided to escape the room, but both doors were locked and near the top-right of the room was a shaft made of power bomb blocks
06:17 <Zekeachu|Inactive> But these power bomb blocks were weird. When you used a power bomb, you could move through the blocks (which started wiggling around strangely) only when a power bomb flash was on screen
06:17 <Zekeachu|Inactive> So Samus went up a screen and killed some more Maridian crabs and then that was where the dream ended
06:19 <Zekeachu|Inactive> hmm, I also don't think that grapple or x-ray was present either in my dream, either that or the HUD had no way of representing them
06:22 <Zekeachu|Inactive> also for whatever reason the bomb capacity and reserve icons were represented by the Eris blue item ball

[Scyzer]

I just had such a crazy dream that I must record it.

[spoiler]
I started out on a train. I was at the "rear end" of the train, if you think of it as the opposite end to the one that was going forward. I dunno how to describe it, but it didn't really resemble a train at all inside: more like a rather long house with walls and furniture, etc.
I start to make my way to the front of the train, when I get an idea about how to stop cheating in my hack (yes, I am totally serious). Why not have a bit set to true at the start of the game, but if at any time you have an item, but havent picked it up, the game will crash itself, delete the rom, and bring up a scary fuzzy message on the computer screen?

As i near the front end of the train, I decide to test it out using High Jump boots. At some stage it had changed to when you use an item, to if you enter a room with an item that you already have, but shouldn't (eg, if you enter the highjump PLM room already having highjump, but not having picked up the PLM). So I equip my trusty boots, and go inside a small closet sort of room.
As can be expected, the door shuts behind me, all lights go out, there's a loud rattling noise all around me. On the window in the door, in bright white letters read "dont open your eyes".

This is where I start to get really freaked out. I open the door, and can barely see anything. I start to make my way to the back end of the train again, but as I do so, there's a brilliant flash of pink light. Somehow I knew that something was coming down from the sky, but I didn't look at it. (they were asteroids, which I guess was influenced by the "Fairy Meteor Crush" yugioh card). I guessed that this was some sort of attack against me from something, so I hid out of view of the asteroids as they passed around the train.
As I got further to the end, they suddenly stopped falling. I ran all the way back to a large room that I started in, and it was here I waited for a long time to see if it was safe.

Some time later, I decide to leave and head to the door (which is actually completely open, like an olden day train station. Think like the train station from Armadillo in Red Dead Redemption). It's light outside. Thinking it's safe to go out, I stick out my head around the corner. There's a few boxes just outside the door. Further on is just plain boring grasslands. The moment I stick my head outside of the train, it happens again. The sky grows dark, and a single pink flash signals a meteor coming down from the sky. I watch as it lands, and a large dog monster crashes out of the rock. (resembling this from Final Fantasy). I knew this is not something to mess with, so I fled back into the train, ran up towards the front, and hid in the first room I could find. There were no great places to hide, so I hid behind a grey dusty curtain on the wall (like hiding from enemies in Dark Descent). I could hear the beast searching for me outside, when it enters the room. I sit completely still, not even breathing, but the curtain is moving in sync with a deep breath that isn't mine...

Then I woke up :O
[/spoiler]

[Digital_Mantra]

Last night I dreamt of a strange hole in my friends living room. Inside it played out like a multi-genre movie.

At one point I was on a space station with a colleague and we had to go out with a 20 second gap to custom fit something into a slot.
I screwed up and we both died in space (this happened twice).

I was re-spawned to another part of the ship where people were making a porn flick with pizza and hotdogs.
Like rubbing their dicks together with melted cheese and shoving hotdogs into vaginas and anus'.

I exited that orgy room and found myself grounded back on earth, in a forest that told me I'd been there as a child yet
it was a place I'd never been before. The trees were perfectly aligned, with a swamp ditch behind them full of dead rotting
bodies in them. The trees seemed to be something beautiful to cover this up. In the middle of the field there was this large
sentinel with long red silk robes blowing in the wind, to give the appearance flowing blood. Before I climbed to the top,
my dad threw me down and put his knee into my neck so I couldn't move. I had some pills shoved down my throat and
suddenly felt at ease.

From this point, I ascended from that hole in the living room to find my friend playing super metroid,
except it was a totally different version as if the original never existed. He and I also weren't our current age,
but around 8-9. Very nostalgic.

There were some more mini-dreams revolving around exploding kneecaps and other weird shit but I waited too long to post
so I've forgotten the majority.