Weird Dreams

[moonmaster]

I took a nap today and had a crazy *** dream, the first one I could remember in a while.

I'm in my house and my mom calls me into the living room, to watch something on the news. They show a piece of footage that they say was taken yesterday and has just been released. It's taken from one of those cameras that they put on top of buildings, from a building in Manhattan. We see a bunch of buildings, and an object in the distance coming at us. As it moves closer, we see that it's a man, dressed in red and blue, flying, carrying another man in a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and sunglasses. My first thought is that the flying guy looks like Spider-Man and that the guy he's carrying looks like Cassidy from Preacher. They say that the footage has been analyzed and they know that it hasn't been doctored. They show footage of the street, with people looking up and seeing something soar past up above. I get this excited feeling: I may be witnessing the birth of the first real superhero. Then they slow the footage down. They don't mention it, but I notice that the man in the sunglasses is smiling quite an evil smile and so is the other guy...through his mask. Because it's not a mask, it's his face. He looks a little like Venom, a creepy grin that spreads across his face with razor sharp teeth. Suddenly, I'm struck by the realization that this isn't a happy day and that whatever the explanation behind this video is, it's something really, really bad. This flying man is going to be the end of the world.

Suddenly, lightning strikes and a house explodes a block down the street. I rush to see what house it is. My mom seems more concerned with watching the spectacle than whether or not anyone is hurt. There are a few more lightning strikes on the street and a firecrew comes rushing down the street. It seems like the fire is speading. All the trees on the street have bits of fire in their branches. My mom and I start talking about how this could have happened. I start talking about the Spielberg "War of the Worlds" and how the lightning hits and it wakes up the tripod. All I can imagine is that the footage and the lightning are connected and that something really bad is about to happen.

Then, all of the sudden, some guy just walks in through our front door. My mom seems strangely dazed and doesn't move. I follow the guy into a room and he picks up a rolled up carpet. I ask him "Hey, who are you, what the hell are you doing?" He smiles and says "I'm taking this." I follow him out the door and grab him. I tell him to put it down and get out of our house. He pulls one of those pocket boxcutters out of his pocket and puts it against my thumb. He presses until he cuts me and I let go. I tell him to just go. He starts walking out the door. I catch him and push him into the space between the front door and the outside wall, and I slam him up against the wall. He reaches around and runs the boxcutter across my hand, as slowly and deeply as possible. I let him go, but not before kicking him down the stairs and yelling "**** OFF!"

And then I woke up. And I could feel the pain of the gash on the back of my hand as clearly and terribly as if it had really happened for about 4 or 5 minutes after I woke up. That and the news footage have really, really stuck with me.

 

[Planet-man]

I had a very long, complex, awesome dream last night but without pages and pages of explaination, it wouldn't make sense to anyone who's not me.

But I'm sure you'll all take comfort in knowing how awesome it was.

 

[Grocer Man]

Last night I dreamed I was in charge of making a Captain America video game.

It had multiple WWII flashback levels, God of War reaction commands (and I mean REAL reaction commands, not the sissy ones they put in Spider-Man 3) and that totally awesome twist from Universe X.

 

[Lynx]

And then I woke up. And I could feel the pain of the gash on the back of my hand as clearly and terribly as if it had really happened for about 4 or 5 minutes after I woke up. That and the news footage have really, really stuck with me.

Yeah, that sucks. I've had that happen multiple times. A few days ago, I had a dream where someone shot me in the head with a shotgun. It honestly felt like I was dead for a couple of minutes. You have no idea how happy I was to wake up.

 

[Ice]

Last night I had a dream I was sneaking around in a computer class where Random was as he "secretly" worked on the next episode of The College Years.

 

[Grocer Man]

Last night I had a dream I was sneaking around in a computer class where Random was as he "secretly" worked on the next episode of The College Years.

How secretly are we talking about here? Was he turning off the monitor everytime someone came close or just screaming out his true motivations to the class and calling them all fools for falling for his scheme.

 

[Ice]

How secretly are we talking about here? Was he turning off the monitor everytime someone came close or just screaming out his true motivations to the class and calling them all fools for falling for his scheme.

More like trying to block the screen and then giving that shifty eyed look as he looked around the class.


What I was able to see of the flash was something about a party or something or other.

 

[Planet-man]

Last night I had a dream where I started working the register at that new job, but it quickly turned into putting parts of a big old-fashioned biplane together in an old hanger because it was 1916 and World War I was going on.

And I was now Sean Patrick Flannery as Young Indiana Jones.

Things kept going wrong and people would blame me just because I was the new guy, but eventually I pulled this huge jet turbine(yep, in 1918) out of the way of the Commander right before it went haywire and exploded, saving his life, and after that, impressed all the other men while sitting around drinking at night with the amazing stories of all the stuff I, as Young Indiana Jones, had done(actually recounts of stuff from the TV show, but in my dream I believed it was actually me who had done them).

Later, we all did this huge, apparently choreographed song and dance sequence, with the Commander leading the show. I was a pretty good dancer in the dream. I also noticed Foghorn Leghorn was in the circle, dancing with the rest of the soldiers.

A middle-aged asian woman knocks on the glass door leading out to the porch. Myself and several other soldiers scream. Is she a zombie?

No, she's not. She's just some woman. She says Tim Burton is filming stuff for his new movie and wonders if he can look around here for a location. The Commander is a big fan of Tim Burton and says sure, excited.

"Tim Burton" walks in. It's a big bald guy with a mustache and tattoos on his arms and the back of his head. Everybody thinks this is awesome, but I suspect something is awry.

It's morning now, and we're apparently in the middle of some sort of open-rooved Aztec temple, a sqaure courtyard surrounded by towering, crumbling stone walls. The soldiers are standing around talking. The asian woman was on her cellphone, while "Tim Burton" wasn't around. I climbed to the top of one of the walls, about 50 feet high. I looked over it, and "Tim Burton" was below on the other side, also talking on a cell phone. He must be talking to the asian woman! I listened, and at the end of the conversation, he called he "mom".

Gasp! (there was an actual dramatic close-up on my/Sean Patrick Flannery's face at this point which I somehow saw from an outsider's perspective)

This bald, hulking, tattooed thug wasn't the real Tim Burton after all! They were part of some evil plan! I started climbing down the wall, really well, actually, like some sort of professional gymnast. The asian woman was standing at the bottom of the wall, and realized I had caught on to her schemes. She started throwing large chunks of stone up at me, several of which hit and actually hurt. I could see the Commander and some of the other soldiers crouching in the middle of the courtyard and called to them, but they didn't hear. My friend Remy, however(Young Indy's friend on the show), did notice, and came over to help.

He grabbed the asian women and threw her to the ground, and this got my comrades' attention. Mercenary allies of the woman and her son ran into the courtyard and a huge brawl started. I swung down to floor level to help, and shortly thereafter woke up.

Yep..... yep.....

 

[Random]

Last night I had a dream I was sneaking around in a computer class where Random was as he "secretly" worked on the next episode of The College Years.

How secretly are we talking about here? Was he turning off the monitor everytime someone came close or just screaming out his true motivations to the class and calling them all fools for falling for his scheme.

More like trying to block the screen and then giving that shifty eyed look as he looked around the class.


What I was able to see of the flash was something about a party or something or other.

:shifty:

*writes in note book*

Ice must be silenced...

:shifty:

 

[Ice]

:shifty:

*writes in note book*

Ice must be silenced...

:shifty:

 

[Entropy]

I had a dream last night that I was a note in a synth-pop song that got played from a Cassio and then went on radiating beautifully, forever.

 

[Planet-man]

In part of my dream last night, I was at my best friend's house and he sang the entirety of the main song from I, Pagliacci. So apparently that whole thing is just sitting back there in my subconscious, in Italian, after hearing it maybe twice.

 

[Entropy]

I had this really crazy dream last night. I was living in Maine (I think I was going to MECA or something) and wound up meeting and befriending this group of people, who invited me out to dinner. We went to an oyster bar and ate them in the half-shell, then went out afterwards to a bar (that was identical to the one I frequent often). I was sitting there, talking with one cat in particular, and starting to feel really tired. He got up and went and started hitting on this girl.

At this point, I fell asleep in my dream and had ANOTHER dream, where I was in my kitchen, just coming home, and there was a pineapple sitting on the counter. My mom had bought it for me because it was a real good deal, and it looked delicious. However, I just knew for some reason that Sponge Bob was going to come out of it any minute, and I was utterly horrified.

I woke up (back in the other dream) to find several people I had went to elementary school with had sat down and were razzing me on how drunk I was for passing out in the bar. I told them I wasn't drunk, I was just really tired, and we proceeded to have a very mundane catching up conversation. The guy who I had been talking with originally then came up (his girl had taken off) and asked me if I felt like going since he was giving me a ride home.

We left, and in the car I started to give him grief for taking off on me and leaving me to pass out in the bar. He was sorry for it, and then he dropped me off. Except I wasn't in Maine anymore, I was back home, and at that point I walked in through my kitchen door and discovered the pineapple sitting on the counter.

So, I went to watch Suicide Kings and then woke up.

 

[Hellsbuttmonkey]

ate them in the half-shell

All i could think of when I read this was that you were part of a cult that ate Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Bastard.

 

[Random]

Oh man, I had a series of weird dreams last night

First one, I was Iron Man flying around shooting plasma beams. It cuts to the end of a fight sequence with the Hulk, who turns back into Edward Norton, then I'm attacked by a giant black dragon consumed in smoke. Now I had control of my movements and usually in dreams like those I feel like I'm actually there, but not this one until this movement. I semi realized this was a dream and thought "man if this was real I'd be ****ing terrified" then I suddenly felt terrified. I think I defeat the monster then my jet cut out and I landed on a dilapidated house and hoped no one was in there and flew off. Than Houde showed up pissed that something from an anime or manga wasn't in the Iron man movie and I kept trying to tell him it wasn't in the comics so why should it be in the movie?

I don't remember much of the second dream, it had something to do with a big group of porn stars hanging out together at the board walk, and was weird cause none of them were having sex. Which led to the third dream where I got rehired at a movie rental place I used to work at (which has actually closed down). So my new boss is showing me this huge new room of porn saying the store is basically turning into a porn shop. So after that he went into a back room and I was hanging around the store with a few of the other employees. Then T-boz and Chilli from TLC stop by for a promotional thing wearing very skimpy outfits, suddenly some of the people (about 10 geeks preteens and other pervs) starts grabbing at them, feeling the up ripping their clothes off, particularly Chilli's. I jump in pushing them, punching a few of them and kicking them out of the store. One guy eating a pizza made a comment like "the *****es should give the fans what they want" I grabbed the pizza shoved it in his face and told him to get out, which he did. I tried to talk to Chilli saying I'm sorry that happened, a bit of an awkward silence I said "I don't know what to say" just as she spoke. I ask what she was about to say she said do you want to go out for a drink, I was shocked and thought, some first day.

Then right into the fourth dream, me and some old friends of mine were living in a house together, trying to navigate around each other in the kitchen for breakfast. A friend of mine, who I haven't seen in like 5 years gets a bowl of cereal and starts talking to me about how she can't tell her boyfriend something than I said "Wait a minute? I haven't seen you in 5 years and now you're living with us? When did this happen? Why doesn't anyone tell me anything?"

And that's it. So I flew around, fought a dragon, pissed off Houde, hung out with porn stars, got a new job, got a date with Chilli from TLC, and saw an old friend. All in all a good night.

there was a pineapple sitting on the counter. My mom had bought it for me because it was a real good deal, and it looked delicious. However, I just knew for some reason that Sponge Bob was going to come out of it any minute, and I was utterly horrified.

Who wouldn't be?

 

[moonmaster]

In part of my dream last night, I was at my best friend's house and he sang the entirety of the main song from I, Pagliacci. So apparently that whole thing is just sitting back there in my subconscious, in Italian, after hearing it maybe twice.

Or you just thought you were hearing it in full.

 

[Planet-man]

Or you just thought you were hearing it in full.

Of course, but it sounded really real. Grrr, I can remember him singing it now and it sounds just like the real thing, but my generic memory of the real thing sounds just like it too to me when I think about it.

At any rate, my subconscious is excellent at making up 10-minute long strings of Sid Caesar quality Italian-gibberish.

 

[TwilightEL]

So the other day I had a nightmare where I was in my house and nobody was around and I knew an atomic bomb was about to fall. I was pretty chill about it until like the last second where I ran outside and flipped out.

Another time a little later, I dreamed that this horrible black cloud was making people vomit up blood and slowly die as they were enveloped in it. Nobody knew where it was coming from and as me and some other people tried to drive away n a car, we realized it was just materializing out of nowhere, all around us. I think the phrase "airborne E. coli" was used.

...yeah.

 

[Random]

So the other day I had a nightmare where I was in my house and nobody was around and I knew an atomic bomb was about to fall. I was pretty chill about it until like the last second where I ran outside and flipped out.

I may of had a dream similar to that once

Another time a little later, I dreamed that this horrible black cloud was making people vomit up blood and slowly die as they were enveloped in it. Nobody knew where it was coming from and as me and some other people tried to drive away n a car, we realized it was just materializing out of nowhere, all around us. I think the phrase "airborne E. coli" was used.

...yeah.

... that's ****ed up

 

[Entropy]

Last night I had this very lucid dream I think was inspired by marvelman's and moony's discussions of Kid A in the dreamMOVIE thread.

Basically, I was my own clone. The original me had died and my friends and family had opted to have me cloned in a process called "Extreme Resuscitation" where a genetic copy was created and aged to my current age (however, the copy was not identical because I was in prime physical condition and lacked all scars and markings my original body had gained). The dream started out in the tube and was really strange because I was experiencing my "conditioning" and could remember it. My muscles were exercised and strengthened by electrical stimulus, callouses were formed on my body by texture treatments, I was fed sensations simultaneously through all my channels at rapid rates (not only to give me experience with these things before being let out in the world, but to give me the same frame of reference that you build up through a lifetime) via some kind of neural flashing process.

After my cognizant facilities were built up enough, my education started. I was given a scholastic education that was impeccable all the way up to an associates degree level. I was given a moral and philosophical education, as well as training in all life skills and points of common knowledge (don't steal, fire can burn, etc.).

Now, in addition to all this, I was fed a huge volume of personal information. Every collected scrap of writing I had ever done that could be found. Films I had watched, books I had read, clothes I wore pictures, places, actions, all things that were me. My friends and family had all been interviewed extensively, sharing stories of events I had been present at, and specifically things like my reactions and words. All of this in an attempt to build a personality within my duplicate as close to mine as possible. Once I had been fed everything, I was let out.

Now, this is where the dream got heavy. I had everything available to me that made me me, but I WASN'T me. I had the knowledge of all these books I had read and films I had seen, but I lacked both the time line they were experienced in and the list wasn't EVERY book or movie, just the ones people remembered me having seen, so I had no chain of reasoning to WHY I experienced them. The same for the stories of me. They were just stories.

It got fuzzy from there (the last paragraph took place in a hospital resort during my "reintroduction" phase where friends and family would meet with me and I would supposedly start my life again) but I remember playing along for a while but finally being unable to cope. I could not become the person people thought I was because I wasn't them. I was me, a different me. So, I contemplated suicide before the twist began.

I received a letter about a year after I had been born. It was from me, the original. Having anticipated the consequences of his own death, he had arranged for this information to be delivered to me (I'm not sure how). In it, he explained that we were different people, despite what everyone who we knew wanted to believe. He also explained that we were artists and needed constantly new experiences. If everything had gone according to procedure, I would know or know about the vast majority of his life, so why go on living as a ghost? The end of the letter was simply a number for an agency I think was called "Unilateral Twins" which basically worked like a Witness Protection Program for clones, which would allow me to start my own life somewhere else and on my own terms, not the terms a past individual had set for me.

In all, it was a REAL heavy dream, probably a result of all the cold medication I had taken, but it was crazy. I think I'll turn it into a story.