Weird Dreams

Tons last night, including:

Being trapped in this big, rundown old house with a bunch of people, while Michael Myers, who had the same backstory as Jason Voorhees, slowly picked people off, dragging them screaming through the house. We could also hear his mother screaming at him a la Psycho. At one point he tied a bunch of people up and hung them from this outdoor porch over a cliff, which I had to climb up from under and untie them.

That went on for a while, and when it ended we all ran out of the house back to civilization. He comes crashing out of the house, only now he's Bane. And I'm Batman. I'm dressed in the Arkham Asylum game costume while Bane is in his normal comics garb. I run into this decrepit old building and he follows, right behind. He's easily seven feet tall. I keep running up stairs that he demolishes behind me, climbing up ledges and just barely making it to the next level up before he does. Several times he catches up and we briefly fight, but I can't make him falter at all. I remember I have leadshot in my gloves(a detail I remember from the comics) and punch him in the temples, but it doesn't work at all, and I scramble away again and keep running. We're in some sort of giant stairwell with brick walls.

I use the batline to zip up on top of this big air vent. I look down, and Bane's standing there, about 20 feet below. He starts to jump, higher and higher each time. I look for a way to go on. He's inches away on that jump. I see a ledge with a doorway across the stairwell. I jump for it just as he jumps high enough to reach the vent and tear the whole thing down.

I jump up to another area and he grabs my ankle and hangs there for a second but I somehow shake him off. I see another doorway I can get to to exit the whole place, across the well again and slightly below me. Instead of using some new gadget, I throw an actual harpoon across the chasm, with a red rope tied to it, and zipline down that. I'm in a rickety metal hallway that juts out into the stairwell with a red door at the end of it. I run for the door and just make it through as I see hands smash through the metal and pull the whole thing down.

I realize the room I'm in is the control room for some sort of crane, apparently attached to the building. I use the crane to swing a giant wrecking ball around into the building and then bail out. I land on the ground many stories below without incident and look back at the whole building collapsing, presumably on Bane, and I could still feel my heart racing. This was one of the most frantic, suspenseful dreams I've had in ages. I head home.

After staying at home for a while, I discuss smoking pot(which I don't) with two of my aunts before heading out through some shady alley behind my backyard into a giant, town-wide night festival, and meeting my friend who was there with Corey Feldman, who was a pretty cool guy and still carried around his "Mouth" mirror from The Goonies.

At one point I gave Cosmo Kramer a big hug.
 
And last night and had a strange zombie dream, which felt really bleak but in retrospect wasn't, compared to some zombie stories. Me and some people I knew had to make out way through this small, fake-seeming suburb until we eventually got to the end of this big white outdoor hallway. The zombies started to show up.

They would run into the hallway and we'd have to take them out quickly before they piled up too much. We each had a pistol with apparently unlimited ammo. In the middle of the hallway there was a bottle of Grey Goose vodka. We would fill paper cups with the vodka to either drink or throw on the zombies, as it had the same effect on them as cartoon acid. We eventually started watering the vodka down somehow because we were afraid to run out, although I don't think we ever did. We also each had a cricket bat, which was surprisingly effective.

All this felt very depressing, but most of the rest of the dream was at my house, waiting to do this zombie thing again the next day, because it was some sort of videogame. In the meantime we had to do things like clean dozens of pizza crusts off a bed by pounding them into it with a mallet and installing magnetic covers on books so they'd stay closed if you wanted them to. At one point I went down into my basement to discover my dad and two of my uncles doing laundry in their boxer shorts. On the way back to the zombie "game" I had to make a heroic montage about Grampa Simpson. Once I got back to the game the entrance to the hallway was already clogged with zombies and in trying to jump over them I felt what seemed to be one bite my leg. I didn't feel like I was changing, but immeadiately, impulsively went back to my house and got my laptop and came back and set it up playing "Love Always Remains" by MGMT in case this was how I was going to die, I wanted them to find that.
 
Lots of weird fever dreams (I'm very sick right now, with something other than Swine Flu btw) lately.

- I had two dreams that I had missed my six o' clock alarm and was late getting up. I ended up waking up at 5.30am, too afraid to go back to sleep, lest the dream would become a reality.

- A lot of demon-hunting, complete with exposition with the Winchester boys.

- Getting in a ton of trouble at work for not showing up.
 
Last night I dreamed that I owned an arcade and Superman stopped by, in costume, to play some games. I was star struck and stuttering, but he was totally cool. Eventually he got attacked by someone (Metallo I think) and the fight spilled outside my arcade. Then I had to file a report with the cops who were only interested in talking about how cool Supes was.

Then I woke up, which sucked because that was the best dream I've had in a while.
 
I just woke up from the strangest dream. I can't remember all of it; there was one part where Biff from Back to the Future was harassing my friend, and my brother and I stepped in to stop Biff. At another point in my dream, my brother was having contractions and we ended up cooking his baby in the microwave (it grew in the microwave). And then at one part of my dream, I went to a hotel with my brother and there was a velociraptor exhibit. And a Persian cat for each hotel room.
 
Last night I dreamed my drama teacher impersonated my dad in order to get me drunk.

It turned out it was all an elaborate ploy to get everyone in the school to lose
The Game.

Also,
The Game
was revealed to be the creation of a basketball-obsessed Lovecraftian horror.
 
Last night I dreamed that I was hanging around the CollegeHumor office and ended up getting an internship there. And life was good.

Later, I went on a huge trip to Paris with almost everyone I know(I have had multiple dreams like this). In this underground, fancy public bathroom I ran into these two guys who looked like they were going to mug me, but I pointed out that one of them was wearing the same pendant as me and we became friends. Later I asked him his full name for Facebook purposes, which turned out to be a french name about 40 words long.
 
I dreamed that the continents of the earth were on the backs of giant spiders made of stone.

Very Miyazaki.
 
Two odd dreams:

The first had Spider-Man swinging through the concrete jungle of New York when he found a comic book. Upon reading it, his mind is forever altered and he becomes mindless, caring about nothing but reading the comic. And his eyeballs pop out graphically, but he continues reading. He takes off his mask to read better then walks home where Aunt May and the police are discussing the murder of Uncle Ben. His identity is exposed, and he just uncaringly reads the comic. Yeah, it was really creepy.

The second had me and two slackers build a time machine for a science fair project. We went back in time in order to stop evil from ever existing. We went to the capital city of Hell, where we met a fairly friendly demon who liked to make stuff out of sand. (Which was easily breakable, so he threw a fit if we so much as looked at it.) We constructed an elaborate plot to stop all evil, which involved taking over the city's school systems and getting into a treefight with some demon preps. While it seemed we were successful, it turned out we only stopped racism and not evil as a whole. And there was some epic confrontation with Satan on Christmas Eve, but I woke up before that.
 
So, we currently have a few rented DVDs lying around that I'm meaning to watch. Last night I dreamt that I was going through these and decided to watch this one called "Dracula" starring Robin Williams that I remember my dad telling me was good. The cover was a dusky black and green picture of Robin Williams looking like he was partially turned into the CGI wolfman.

As I started to watch I quickly became "in" the movie. It started with this Christmas party at some lady's apartment. The apartment was really nice, big, several floors, and if not for later events in the dream I would've assumed it was a house.

The movie then flashes back to "1947"(though it was clearly during the war). I'm a german shepherd running along a snowy country road as the occasional bomb goes off in the distance. I'm being chased by Nazis. I veer off the road into the forest on the left side, which slopes downward. As I run down various paths, Gestapo officers arrive at the top of the slope and sic their own larger, scarier german shepherds on me. I also run into more Gestapo already in the woods, who yell at me and try to chase as well. The two larger german shepherds catch up to me, and right before they attack, I turn around and rip both of them to shreds. Now covered in blood, I continue to run through the forest. I encounter several more Gestapo along the way and kill them all. Blood stains the snow. The ones who sent the dogs are still chasing me but are a fair bit behind now and I run off and presumably escape as the "flashback" ends.

It's back in the modern day and the Christmas party is still going on. I leave the party to go to the bathroom or something and notice that someone's elsewhere in the house. I freeze when I see flashlight beams against the wall, coming up one of the staircases, then run back to the party to warn people.

Now it's back to the forest where the scene with the dogs took place, only in the modern day. It's summer now. There's a whole team of government specialists there and several more people, scientists and stuff, are walking to the area with body bags over their heads because they're not allowed to know where it is. This location is apparently very dangerous. The head of one of the FBI teams is Dexter Morgan. He introduces himself by saying "Hi. I'm David Morgan. Call me Michael". They're apparently in this area to try and get trace samples of 60-year-old blood.

Back to the party. Four men who appear to be burglars dressed in black outfits and caps are slowly spreading throughout the house with flashlights. We, still gathered in the main living room with the doors shut, called the police and said we think there are burglars in the house but weren't sure yet. The lady running the party is played by the mom from Small Soldiers. She was apparently out somewhere and returns home. I'm somehow watching her as if I'm just an invisible observer, no longer one of the people in the party room. She notices some stuff has been knocked off a black marble coffee table and gets really mad, then I and her, kind of sharing the same mind at this point, realize there are invaders in the house, jump over the coffee table and start sprinting for the party.

I'm now chasing after her. The people who broke in are presumably chasing the Christmas party people. She runs off to the party and I go down a flight of stairs. This is how I realize the place is made up of apartments. I'm in the apartment of the guy who lives a floor below now and his teenage son comes home, a fairly tough-looking guy in a yellow t-shirt and baseball cap. He calls out to see if his dad is home, hears the commotion from upstairs, sees me, and I start to chase him.

He sprints through the house, whose rooms are connected by this circular hallway so he can keep running around the house without hitting a dead end. He's terrified and I feel really bad for him but for some reason I keep chasing. I'm running close behind him, and several times, when I get particularly close, hiss at him, causing blood to spray out of my mouth and nose all over his shirt. When this happens, he screams, and it's audibly a scream of not just terror but sheer what-the-****ery. While running, he takes out his cellphone and calls his dad. He goes something like "Dad.... help.... at home.... people in the house.... I don't know what it is.... ****.... **** it's trying to get me.... auugh.... okay.... jesus christ.... okay I'm going to try the basement". I can hear his voice breaking as he says this.

He runs through a doorway and down a narrow flight of carpeted stairs into a pretty nice finished basement. I'm right behind him. This is now a dead end. Right as I jump, he grabs my arms and pins me to the wall. In my mind, I'm very relieved he's fighting, because I don't want to see him lose. I hiss at him again and get more blood on his shirt and get thrown under a desk. I'm now seeing in black-and-white night vision. I look at him and say "Bite me", in a creepy little girl's voice. I'm not putting it on, it's "my" actual voice, and it's not smartass remark but a legitimate request. Completely freaking out, he goes "What?!", and I repeat "Bite.... me."

The basement door bursts open and people come running down the stairs behind him. I don't know if they're good or bad.

Then I wake up. By far one of the most disturbing dreams I've ever had.
 
I had a bunch of cool dreams last night. In one I was at the top of my street about to leave on some sort of Avatar-themed mission led by James Cameron, who seemed really cool at first but quickly turned into a jerk with blatantly bad ideas that he refused to yield on.

Later I lived out the train chase sequence from the beginning of Last Crusade, including the snakes, and ended up in my room where my real-life friend, whose named also happens to be James Cameron, was watching people outside my window set of huge fireworks from a burning metal barrel. Then the cops showed up and everyone escaped by climbing in to my window and running down through the house out the door. The cops came in the window too so I pretended to have been asleep in bed the whole time and not involved. I hoped they wouldn't notice I still had my shoes on.
 
I don't think I've ever actually finished one. It usually transitions into something else or I wake up for some reason. The earliest one I remember having was around the time the actual trilogy was still only partially out, where my friends included the gang from That '70s Show. I still so vividly remember running with Hyde and Eric through this giant field near my house that I've driven by since birth but didn't actually walk in until last year. It was awesome.

The one I had a few weeks ago included a couple friends, Gimli, and this big viking guy named "Torvald". Torvald was really cool and we kept quoting appropriate lines from the LOTR films and high fiving each other. We were chased by Saruman's crows on the way to a subway station and I woke up soon after because I realized it was a dream, which is weird.
 
Just a dream last night where the whole U.S. was plagued by severe thunder/lightning storms. Like "end-of-the-world" type ones. Crazy.
 
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