[Contentful] ITT we write down our dreams. [Serialization] [Thoughts] (596)

1 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6700 20:39

In the beginning I am running in the forest naked as fast as I can, as if I'm escaping from something. I encounter big swarms of aggressive bees recklessly stinging me on the road but it doesn't stop me. Then I get to a branch and realize that all but one of the stings were actually nails. Strangely, those nails are actually reversed, pointing up with the head inside my skin.
Suddenly, an empty cinema room. I'm standing there, examining the only one of those stings that isn't a nail, and vomitting on it in order to neutralize the poison. The nails are expulsed out of my skin, the scars and the vomit disappear, I take a seat, and people start getting inside the room.
The film starts, and I know even before its beginning it's a sequel to a show I really like (Kaamelott). But that film is fucking terrible, and the only scene I remember is some guy running ejecting nails out of his skin.
Suddenly, I'm in a medieval Europe-styled market next to the forest and a railroad. Someone is with me and goes on the railroad. I tell that person what ey's doing is dangerous and ey comes back. I look at an arcade game in the market and decide to play it. The screen shows a cylindric tower slightly to the left in front of a blue sky with a few clouds, and there are ghosts with their tongues out represented exactly by the same sprite as in the Touhou games for PC-98.
And then I wake up.

438 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9330 18:47

I was hired to implement some kind of message bus for showing real-time diagnostics. When I looked at the requirements manual and saw the front-end prototype I was supporting (which was directly LCARS), I realized we were building some kind of spaceship. Everyone in the dream was someone I'd worked with in real life, except for the girl who was supposed to be my partner (I think she was responsible for the medium/long-term diagnostic system, and I for the real-time portion). She laughed at my dumb jokes about the various C standards, referred to C++ as ‘sepples’, and kept smiling at me in a way that was far beyond professional. I didn't recognize her from any of my waking memories, but she seemed to know who I was.

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I don't think I've ever had a more pleasant dream. It makes the real world seem that much more grey and uninteresting.

439 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9334 16:21

Miles Davis was giving me shit about my solos while I was giving him a ride home from the gig, so I left him at a train stop surrounded by cornfields.

440 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9335 12:24

Sounds like a nice dream >>438-san

441 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9335 16:34

>>439 warota

but don't play the butter notes next time

442 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9338 16:45

>>441 Can't help it. I used to play 4th Tenor sax in big bands a lot. In those five part harmonic sax solis, my part got all the flavor notes. Practicing alone, the lines made no sense. I stand up to blow a solo, same thing happens.

Anyway, just had one of those mornings where I kept dropping in and out of sleep for a few seconds at a time, and in one of those dream shorts, I was looking out my apartment window and saw a kinda mousey girl in another apartment spot me looking. She mushed her tits up against the window and then ran back out of view.

443 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9371 02:46

So yesterday I had a dream with my family. I don't think I ever had a dream with my entire family in it before. And it's not even a big family, just my sister and my parents.

Anyway, we were home, preparing some food. Then we were getting out of our car, and old red Toyota, on what looked like a leafy avenue with rows of plane trees on both sides. My dad was pushing a cart full of baguettes (not the food we were making earlier, but whatever). And we were going to the park to have a picnic. But after crossing the road, my mom lost sight of us and started walking in the wrong direction.

My dad tried shouting her name, several times, but to no avail. I decided to go after her because I was worried she would get lost. My dad seemed to have given up and headed to the park with my sister.

I quickly caught up with my mom and we turned into a street with run-down brick apartment blocks. We didn't say a word as there was a loud group of local teenagers on the street just having a jolly time. Then something very strange happened. I dreamt that this dream makes me, the adult who is dreaming it, long for those careless teenage days of the past like those teens were having. Ones I never really had, myself.

Anyway, we continued walking, and my mother, a teacher, said something to the effect of how wholesome that group was. I tried to explain that we are going the wrong way, she insisted we aren't, but we looked at iMaps and there was a railway line separating us from the park. We just decided to turn back, and walked past the rowdy group once more. Our eyes met with one of them, a blonde girl who I think in real life I have seen in the music video of Skepta's song, Shutdown. She smiled at me, at which point my mom bumped me with her elbow and said "Son" in a patronising tone.

We walked back, towards the park, but found it completely empty. There was lush green grass and trees as far as we could see, but no people. We walked for a while but as it started to get dark, we turned back, only to find that the park extended endlessly in the direction we came from, too. Only vegetation, no people or buildings could be seen.

Then I woke up.

Have a nice day,
-gv4ullctdor

444 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9409 11:27

Had a dream that the whole drama around it was orchestrated, and that Barkley 2 was actually almost finished and ready to be released. Somehow, in my dream, I realized that this was a dream and got disappointed, but then I managed to convince myself that it was actually real, in the form of all the ToG people convening on a large stage and performing some elaborate ceremony. At some point they started playing a video (apparently from 2015, reminiscent of a low-budged school play) of a confrontation between several knockoff Star Wars characters.
This was interspersed with a different scenario on a city on an island, where I first was a bus driver on the first day of my job and had to figure out my route. Later on, I was in a fighter jet, trying to intercept a nuclear missile that had apparently been launched as a test. I was unable to stop it, and accepted that it was going to hit the ocean. I flew back to the island, landed near my secret hideout bunker, and started preparing for the blast. Mostly by telling all friends, which were in there for some reason, to unplug their electronics and by closing the blinds.

445 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9410 20:46

I live in the USA, and I dreamed that I was at one of the greatest events for fans for rally car enthusiasts. There were Subarus and Mitsubishis for miles. There were a few of the less common rally cars sold in the USA. I then saw someone arrive in a Lancia and I was really excited to see it. A few other people at the show noticed it. I woke up was I was approaching the driver. I wanted to ask him how it drove when compared to other rally cars.

446 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9436 13:25

I was on a mission to sabotage some piece of hospital equipment but the best I could do was to break a little adjustment handle on its stand. Then I tried to get out, but every time I thought I'd found an exit, it led to another huge open room with people milling around and gigantic devices suspended under the 20 story high ceiling, or a huge combination restroom and swimming pool, or this big conical tower of glass and catwalks with a giant antenna assembly in the middle that would pulse hard enough to feel in my guts. Through the windows, there was nothing but grassy hills all the way to the horizon.
In one room, a little girl in a hospital gown asked me if she was pretty. Her nose was malformed and had little zits on it, so I said no.

447 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9454 17:00

This was a pretty long dream. I remember bits and pieces of some sort of post-disaster world, with ruined cities and various other things.

The bit I remember was at the end. I was investigating something or other, and I ended up at a technical trade show. A company was advertising their system for performing rapid chemical analysis of something-or-other in an unmanned environment (I think it was somewhere on the moon). They showed a demo of an existing space shuttle-like vehicle, and how their system allowed transport of samples without modifying the shuttle design. There was a CGI simulation of the process. As the simulated shuttle landed and the machinery went into operation, there was an explosion on-screen and the demo went dead.

I had managed to get into the good graces of one of the technical people (call them N), so I was able to watch while the various executives and directors frantically tried to figure out what had happened. It turned out that the CGI simulation had ended, the explosion had come from the next thing that was supposed to be shown in the video: an interview with the genius who developed some of the compounds needed in the process. I think they were called the HCL2020Z series, and they were very, very tightly kept secrets.

There was more confusing investigation, and I ended up inside the house/office of some executive, whose family ran the whole department (one of those cackling old women who issued orders from her bed). It turned out that their development process involved binding some kind of demon onto one of the employees. The HCL2020Z series was too complicated to be understood by a mere mortal. The current host was the "genius" who was to have been interviewed: his human part had regained enough control to attempt suicide just as the video feed switched.

At all times, there was a current host of the demon, and another technical worker selected as "acolyte": one named by the host at the instant of possession, who was next in line and was granted some knowledge of the technicalities. Control of both host and acolyte would allow one family branch to oust the others, and completely control the chemical department. I forget all the character names, but at this point, with the current host dying in a hospital, there were all sorts of Mexican stand-offs and double-crosses to choose the next host/acolyte pair.

After a shoot-out, my friend N ended up as host. As the last double-cross, I was named the acolyte without anyone but me and N knowing. In the resulting confusion, I tried to escape.

The last thing I remember was trying to board a moving freight plane that was leaving the research lab/mansion/factory/whatever. I pleaded with the pilot, who laughed and asked for some kind of bribe. I looked around for something, anything, and by the power of the acolyte, I scrawled the structural diagrams of the first dozen compounds in the HCL2020Z series, somehow in a Fraktur script, on the side of his plane, where his observation cameras could see them. Astonished, he let me on, and that's when I woke up.

448 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9472 02:29

I was looking up an Internet meme in Japanese based off a Korean tourist getting food poisoning from tainted seafood but not stopping eating it. ムカムカ something or other.

449 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9477 05:16

My brother became a VIP and I kept trying not to embarrass myself in front of his handler, a really hot blonde named Buttons, except she was dropping huge hints like leaving a magazine with a cover story about "people who want to become living pillows (no really)" (no, really) and not leaving when I couldn't stop myself from opening two tabs of hentai, and also brought her friend along later

anyway basically the only reason we didn't bang is probably because i have no experience and my family was there

450 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9516 14:31

Someone named "Antoine Internet" was leaving hang-up messages on my old Casio wristphone/calculator watch while I was involved with a Space Diversity Action Team(tm) adventure which fizzled out half way through, even though I got to bone the shy little Arabian girl on the team while we were alone on the bridge.

Actually, I think she was Japanese and just dressed like an Arab girl.

451 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9571 17:34

I dreamt that Chinese agents had released a horrible disease into the entire west coast of America, north and south, and I was hiding from it in a sealed room with a few friends, who changed into different friends every time I looked around. I opened a door into a huge underground arcology like a 30 story shopping mall or hotel with this giant open space. Chinese spies came in from another door and I flew into the arcology to escape them, zipping around giant columns and escalators while they shot at me with some kind of energy weapons.

I had that dream a couple of weeks ago, and now I see this in the news: https://people.com/health/cases-pneumonic-plague-found-in-china/

holyfuck

452 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9572 14:50

>>451

>I dreamt that Chinese agents had released a horrible disease into the entire west coast of America

That wasn't a dream

I had a dream I dug a hole to my uncle's house and I was playing some obscure shmups with his twelve yr old daughter. She's really weird and she loves seeing me when I come over during family holidays.

453 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9572 17:07

I dreamed I went to the store and bought a box of Mentos and when I opened the box it was full of gummy lifesavers (which I despise). I went to the cashier and demanded a refund, but he refused to give me a refund and said he would give me a coupon for some donuts and 6% off a box of Mentos. I got angry and I started making a scene and some 12 year old girl was watching and laughing. I attempted to choke the cashier with a soft prezel and got thrown out. The End.

454 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9587 17:08

Wasted a lot of time reading an old, long-winded site I made (with terribl teenage-quality jokes, although one innuendo I can't remember was particularly good in its audacity). Tried to recover an old game I made that was on it that was a parody "sequel" (The Queen of Sheba 3) of a game with infamous Engrish. Although I had bragged about it being only 25kB, archive.org didn't go that far. I felt "Wow, I forgot I made all this. I have lost touch with the creative energy I used to have."

There was a lot more to it, but I only remember these details because of how detailed it was.

Also neither that site nor that game was a thing I did, of course. They merely sounded like things I plausibly would have done if my life weren't so fucked up.

455 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9589 18:22

Last night I had a dream that my reality-crazy mother took an 18-wheeler and drove through as many mansions as possible. When I exited the truck, I was looking for my computer in order to tell my two reality-important online friends that I was going to kill myself shortly due to being unable to afford the damages. However, I couldn't find a keyboard and there is no way that I would kill myself without saying my goodbyes to them (in reality), so I never got to the suicide part in the dream either. I found a whole bunch of N64's though instead of keyboards. Apparently I was somehow in my childhood home because I recognized the TV that I used to have and my computer desk was where it belonged just without the PC. Also we did not live in a mansion so the transition between the mansions to my room is a mystery.

456 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9593 16:12

I had a dream where I saw western otaku women showing off the gifts they got from their Japanese boyfriends. I then started to wonder who is better off, western otaku women with Japanese boyfriends or western otaku men with Japanese boyfriends.

457 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9593 17:58

My beloved dream-uncle who owned (and apparently lived in) a pizzeria died in a fire that destroyed the whole building.

458 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9596 07:43

Read a medium-decent doujin

Wish I could remember enough details to bring it into existence.

459 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9596 20:23

Kissed a ginger girl in secret

460 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9602 15:46

I dreamed that I was in a huge investment firm, and somehow the mainframe took data from my computer and revealed my embarrassing fetishes to all kinds of people at the firm. They were all mad as hell.

461 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9603 17:18

I had a dream I returned to a former job, and everyone I knew was still there, but the whole company had pivoted to making apps and infosites about frogs and toads. Everyone had a frog or a toad on their lap, the whole floor was crawling with frogs and toads, the whole office was decorated to look like a rainforest and also this guy came over and started showing off his toad expertise and explained to me how to recognize a frog from a toad in the wild, and then asked me to pet his toad because he thought it was very cute. It wasn't, it was a very disgusting toad.

462 Name: vc: shoutchable : 1993-09-9604 21:21

Was in some series of tunnels where people lived.

While we were traveling (kind of a paranoid voyeuristic atmosphere, think of Indiana Jones in "Temple of Doom" watching the human sacrifice), one of the mercenaries (female) lagged behind and did a sort of horror-movie "don't do this thing that's very easy to not do" and used a moment of privacy to masturbate, which turned out to activate a large statue nearby (that wasn't apparent before) and then the raider faction (they had a name, don't remember what) yeeted in from a side path. Not sure if the two were related, the timing was too sudden.

463 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9618 20:56

I dreamed that I won a limited edition Sig Sauer handgun, but I immediately had to hide it from my roommates. I didn't have time to find something lockable, so I buried it under some clothes. I can't remember exactly what kind of Sig Sauer it was, but it was 2 tone with wooden grips. I'm guessing it was a P226.

464 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9621 21:25

I and an old friend were going to a new high-tech amusement park and I was really looking forward to it. We got there, my friend ditched me, and I found myself wandering around an abandoned luxury resort in some abandoned part of a city that a bunch of families made their ratty little homes in. While looking for him and the park, I found a speedboat then woke up before I could drive it around.

465 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9630 21:50

I got into a fist fight with a girl, then had to run away in a cargo ship.

466 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9646 16:31

I don't recall exactly what was I dreaming, but I distinctly remember Fortunate Son blaring literally fucking everywhere, really weird shit.

467 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9665 05:21

For some reason I had to drink two beers at once. I don't drink often or much (and accordingly have next to no alcohol tolerance), and I don't like the taste of beer.

(It was Valentine's, though...)

468 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9665 09:22

Grandma wanted to post here

469 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9666 01:41

I dreamed I got a job and had to show up for a 10 AM shift tomorrow.

In retrospect, it was more of a nightmare.

470 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9666 12:08

I dreamed a country singer and I bombed a truck together.

471 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9666 18:27

I remember going on a Green Lantern amusement park ride. The ride was similar to an airplane motion simulator, and it followed Hal Jordan and other lantern ring wearers to battle some badguys. I don't remember the ride being any better than similar amusement park rides. I just didn't expect one to be based on Green Lantern.

472 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9668 16:57

I had a dream where I had an Ipad freeze up. It was stuck on a page full of Cardcaptor Sakura lewds. Someone else wanted to use it, and was getting impaitient. I was doing every trick I could think of to hide the lewds, but I didn't know much about how to work with Apple products.

473 Name: vc: peashen : 1993-09-9712 13:39

I was looking up a wiki article and it was remarkably detailed. What I can recall of it reads as follows:

"Cocainius" is a surgical procedure performed only at Sacred Heart. It consists of ... "up the tonsil's nose." In the final episode, the procedure, and the hospital's financial future, came under doubt when ... discovered that its results came about because ... into the spine.....

474 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9713 13:19

I had a dream where I woke up and went to the kitchen. While preparing breakfast I dropped a bread slice on the floor, which scared me and made me actually wake up, confused as to what had happened.

475 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9725 03:30

I was looking at dailies for a new cartoon that was supposedly based on Twin Peaks, but the only thing it had in common was the theme music. The cartoon itself involved a giant harp seal and a tiny walrus doing old Tom & Jerry routines at sea, as interpreted by John K.

It wasn't cute or funny, so it got cancelled before the first toon was finished.

476 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9725 16:40

I dreamed that I got a Steyr AUG that shot 12 gauge shotgun shells.

477 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9748 14:36

I was working with an old coworker on hunting down the source code for Atari's Star Raiders so we could modernize it a bit. The disassembler we were using for some reason also rendered a pleasingly 8-bit summer day in the background with little 8x8 pixel sprite kids flying kites and running around aimlessly, as simulated kids often do.

When I woke up, I googled for the source code and found someone had done it about five years ago, with much useful commenting.

478 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9748 22:23

I had a nightmare my toenails were being forcibly clipped and the person doing it was complimenting me on how nice they looked and how well cared for they were

479 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9749 09:59

I was cuddling a cute girl I know, but she kept periodically slipping her hand between my legs and trying to finger me, and it really spoiled the mood.

480 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9749 22:48

I had something like sleep paralysis, and most of my body seemed dead weight. I was also extremely tired, so much so that it was an effort not to fall asleep (asleep within the dream, that is). I was lying at an angle that made it difficult to see the corner of the room in the direction of my feet. When I did twist myself to look, that corner was hidden in unnatural shadow. There was a sound coming from within the shadow.

After several attempts, I shook off some of the paralysis, crawled onto the floor, and pulled myself (my legs did not work) towards that corner, hoping to confront the thing making the noise. I then noticed one of my spare coax cables discarded on the floor. The connector had been neatly disassembled. I knew then that whatever was hidden in the shadow was carefully preparing to cut off all my means of communication with the outside world, and in such a way that repairs could be made later.

As I realized this, I fell asleep. My last thought was that this was certainly a dream, because I had never felt this tired before.

481 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9750 05:05

Running on foot at highway speeds (on a highway) with rent-a-friends trying to get home from my high school (IRL it's a drive along one road that takes about an hour due to rush hour traffic) as soon as possible.

Somehow this led directly to abandoned construction that was falling apart and we were climbing up in it. Good times.

482 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9770 12:28

I was going to make an X-Men movie where superpowers were going to be an allegory for disability and by the end there shouldn't be any superpowers featured in the movie at all (focusing entirely on the human aspect), and it was going to be the best superhero movie ever made.

483 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9795 22:26

I advised my father--who has had more and better booze in a 1960s frat than I will in my entire life--that it's recommended to put a couple drops of water in neat whiskey (okay, that's just an opinion albeit a popular one that many producers of fine whisky endorse or approve) but/so if you mix whiskey and vodka (wtf?) don't bother.

Dream-me also gives bad life advice sometimes too!

484 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9815 19:43

I had a dream that I met an old man with a 1971 Nissan GT-R. He bought it when he was new. He needed some repair help and I gave it to him.

485 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9829 11:51

I dreamed that the Disgaea 1 crew were besieging a McDonald's restaurant and (as usual) Etna had a plan to betray Laharl at the last second and usurp his title. This time she planned to have the support monsters she hired hold him down and give him brain surgery to alter his brain and make him think he was her vassal, but when they opened up his head there wasn't actually a brain in there, just a bunch of little plastic balls with personality traits and motivations and what not written on them. The only relevant alteration she was able to make was to throw away one of the little balls that had "hates McDonalds" written on it.

486 Name: vc: petting : 1993-09-9849 10:09

All I remember is that there was a pig involved. It looked like Waddles from Gravity Falls, not like a real one. Someone picked it up even though a big hawg should be too heavy for that.

(Then I woke up and rolled Circe in FGO. Pathetic, I know.)

(Bonus: the other day I had a dream about trying not to get into Internet arguments after a day of trying not to get into Internet arguments)

487 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9863 01:29

It was all so clear to me. In order to create the perfect set theory, I just needed one extra symbol. It would mean “Not Balder than Gödel”. But what would I call it...

488 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9883 12:39

Soldier 76 is juking around in that goofy Overwatch way that makes the head hitbox spaz out. But this is indoors. Hanzo asks why he's doing that and Soldier just says "You will." as a bullet trail misses.

This comeback seemed a lot more clever while I was asleep.

489 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9883 16:16

i tried to scream but my head was underwater

490 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9918 11:35

Nuclear air raid sirens, and I had to run into the basement to hide. But it ended up being a false alarm somehow.

Later on, a GTA-like dream. My father was killed after his plane got shot down, and to pay off a debt collector, I went into a building and started killing Asian college students.

491 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9935 20:59

I dreamed that I created a fake computer review channel. However, all it reviewed was shovelware and abandonware demo discs from the 1990s.

492 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9935 21:54

>>491
Please follow your dreams

493 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9942 14:45

I had a hand crank gattling gun that I was shooting off in a local grocery store to show off.

494 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9946 08:17

Two incidents of being filmed against my will and having my clothes stolen by hooligans...

495 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9946 20:16

I was in a giant enclosed amusement park with an enormous dome covering it, and one of the rides was a catapult launched glider for two. A fairly nondescript girl took an interest in me while I wandered the place, but then became fascinated with some 8-bit era arcade game about bees, and chose to do that while I flew around in the glider.

Gliding was fun, but I couldn't find her or the bee game after I landed, so I wandered into a small boutique store full of spaceship models and tabletop wargames.

GodDAMN was I disappointed when I woke up.

496 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9946 20:17

What's with the lack of word wrap? Site never had that problem before.

497 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9946 20:22

>>496
It's been added to the "Text Art" formatting option, so as not to break AA in narrow windows.

498 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9947 17:29

had a dream that a friend and I were watching a v

499 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9959 18:04

Went lucid in my last dream and told some punk who'd been hassling me throughout the dream that when I wake up, he's going to cease to exist.

Punk said "yeah, right." then I woke up.

OWNED!

500 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9959 19:04

>>499
Cease to exist? No, the punk is alive and well in the dream world. In fact, from his perspective, you're the one who randomly fell over and died! I bet he's laughing at you right now, thinking "What a chump, I bet he didn't realize he's the one who was going to disappear!"

501 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-9975 15:56

I had a dream Richard Spencer was making a video on how to make a grilled cheese sandwich in a toaster where he was squatting and looking down at the camera set on the floor. Also his physical form was Louis Theroux, and he said something about how a pickle slice is X mm thick which means you can get Y slices of pickles out of 1 whole pickle.

I went on a walk at midnight then realized I needed to be somewhere, so I started running and there was fat guy walking in a dark alley. He noticed I was running toward him so he tried to jog away afraid I might be trying to mug him or something. He gave up due to being fat and I just ran past him anyway.

And then I was at a bar playing with a Sprite can while waiting for someone and thinking about how if you shook it up and poked 2 diagonal holes on opposite sides it'd spin. I later applied that principle to shooting some sort of zombie creature so it'd spin around from the blood.

There was a massive fire pit dug in someone's yard. Around 8'x20'x15' (WxLxD) and made of brick. It had 3 big bundles of wood in it with some space in between them. We set the fires and kept throwing in dried plant matter to keep it going. I almost fell in after stumbling on the corner of one of the bricks when bringing more plant matter from a nearby hill.

Also at some point between all this there was a modern made map like you'd find on Wikipedia of Khwarazm. It was colored in a medium blue with some surrounding regions in a lighter blue. This was right before the Mongol invasion. This image was "fullscreen"

502 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10010 00:40

My bed was seriously overheating and I had to resolve the fact that a 4 ft tall heater was directly beneath it.

(My body temperature is running a little hot IRL after switching to a more meat-based diet)

503 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10053 11:42

I ate a head-sized portion out of a torso-sized loaf of bread in a few bites, but I was still hungry....

504 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10053 12:16

I left my siblings at a cafe to do some business, but when I returned I found that they were on their way out and had thrown away my giant salty licorice rat. This angered me, and my brother went to buy me a new one, but when I offered to pay because I saw how upset he got, the staff got really pissed off at me...

505 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10060 11:29

A bunch of really primitive 3D character models were bopping to music. The only one I remember distinctly is Cloud from FF7 because he was the most complex model there. Some were SNES sprites that had been voxelized.

(This is the third night in a row involving tunes that came from my head but that I don't remember. A pity, I have trouble inventing those.)

506 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10060 11:48

Im tired and kinda stressed and im going to sleep soon.

507 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10063 20:53

I was living with my uncle, Erwin Rommel from the Wehrmacht, who had a bizarre thing for collecting abortions and miscarriages (not sure if he was eating them or feeding them to his cat). I found one on the pavement, in some weird format that was a mix of an MTG card and a wojak spinoff variant (e.g. "aborted cool wine aunt") (but still representing a physical fetus somehow); the only flavor text I remember is:

>glad that it's dead
>has no nutritional value
>(something about being in a catastrophic state (I think the words "biblical mess" were used))

508 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10067 23:24

People determined social status by comparing wrist-worn water filters by their design, extra features and build quality. The world was all in dark greys and apart from the filters, everyone wore dull black outfits. My filter was functional, quick, but old and most people shunned me.

509 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10067 23:59

In the dream the catgut frets on my instrument were actually made of some sort of plant fiber instead. It had been sitting around in its case for months and I guess the humidity brought some of the plant matter in the frets back to life and they had grown thick roots that looked like bean sprouts with conical subroots growing from them. 2 of the had grown long enough to penetrate the skin membrane on the body of the instrument which made me mad because it's a pain to replace. It was quite disgusting.

510 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10072 08:31

Nuclear war was announced, but apparently only a single bomb was dropped (I was told on either Australia or Denmark, but later it turned out to be a piece of land in Egypt with some ethnic disputes). In preparation for the upcoming evacuation (?), the government started setting up food carts at the nearby gas station, and even airlifted in a weird garbage bin (for whatever reason) using a helicopter.

511 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10072 19:09

I had a nightmare that while vacationing in a foreign vaguely Nordic country a crazy many was stalking me and my friends and family and killing every one of them in front of me just to taunt me. He left me alone though.

512 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10076 15:24

There was some sort of work being done on our front lawn by a man in a hard hat. It seemed to be some electrical work. A large ditch had been dug up that was filled about 3/4 of the way with water on the front of the lawn. The water was presumably from rain. I was talking to the man in the hard hat when I noticed a catfish in the ditch. We decided it must have blown over from a lake by the wind during the rain storm which supposedly happened on some previous day. He told me about how Shad Gaspard was in some Fassbinder movies. A clip played over the dream of an adult Shad Gaspard with a shaved head and some strange goatee on a set that looked similar to Kamikaze 1989. When the dream went back to the front lawn, instead of a catfish it was 3 spiders swimming in the water but this wasn't abnormal or a transformation. It had always been spiders. We were worried since there were multiple spiders they would breed in the water. I harassed one with some sort of object that looked like a really wide, short, slotted bar spoon. Then the man in the hard hat looked at a buried wire and told me that our house was subscribed to Tim and Eric. I didn't want a Tim and Eric subscription and asked if I could get a refund since we didn't actually subscribe. The man in the hard hat said I had to call Tim Heidecker directly and (I think) gave me the phone number. My wife placed the call but couldn't explain the situation properly so Tim thought it was a prank call and treated it like a bad comedy bit. I took the phone and explained the situation clearly, but he kept acting like it was a prank. At that point I knew he was pretending to think it was a comedy bit and just didn't want to cancel the subscription. I think it got cancelled, but I don't recall much after that point.

513 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10076 17:32

I found myself treading water well away from shore. To one side, there was a city block-wide pier of streets and skyscrapers stretching out to the far horizon. No boats though. When I woke up, my legs were out from under the covers.

514 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10077 12:43

Working on cleaning up the grade crossing for the heritage railroad near my grandparents' house, when suddenly three cars (without any locomotive) rushed over the crossing, stopped and went back across it the other way, and then went over it again, over to the other grade crossing which is located in the busiest part of town. A crashing sound and a bunch of honking ensued.

515 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10079 08:45

I wanted to buy candy, but my card got declined and I got a phone call from the NEETbux authority saying that they had been monitoring my spending and had locked my account due to excess candy purchases.

Also later on, somebody created a weird cannon that used ambient air pressure (???) to shoot an inflatable space capsule at the moon. The concept attracted all the tw*tter schizophrenics, who wanted to try it out.

516 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10079 13:34

I got kidnapped by a clown that kept his robotic son alive through the suffering of dying conservatives, being forced to participate in his plans. Other children were with me, resigned to the same fate. I eventually found a bed-vehicle and drove back home, getting to a mattress store on the way and doing drifts in it.

517 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10079 16:31

based clown

518 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10080 00:32

My dream was inappropriate.
I cannot share my dream with DQN, for it would reveal too much of my character to the scrutiny of the Elitist Superstructure.

519 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10080 08:05

I dreamt that channel4 added a special board that was an in-browser 3D world. First thing I tried to do was to figure out how to download and archive the world, but it turned out to be impossible as the world was rendered on the server, with only frames being sent to the browser. So then I just explored for a bit; the world was a weird mix of the internet and the high school I used to go to.

520 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10080 11:43

A red haired woman who identified herself as Brigid, angrily shouted at me. That turned me on. She forced me to trim her bushy red pubic hair, but didn't mind me licking her a little. Then I was looking for mineral water in the corner store, and realized, in long additions errors accumulate in proportion to the square root of the number of terms, not linearly.

521 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10082 18:05

I was eating an incredibly tasty cake, kinda like cheesecake (the non-baked variety) but really it wast just a bunch of fluffy vanilla cream on pie crust.
At the same time, I was listening to a very cool music track, supposedly modified from one of the stock mp3 files bundled with Kareha.
These two events were somehow one and the same thing.

522 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10082 20:51

>>521 That's a cream pie

523 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10087 17:31

Had a dream the gas station I buy cigarettes from hooked up an n64 to their security TV and they were playing Pokémon stadium and I won one of the cups but then the people in line told me that they need to buy gas and I was hogging the line because for some reason you needed to stand in the line at the cash register to play.

524 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10089 10:38

Aside from family drama that was happening, AC Milan opened a university in my small seaside Texan town and they were giving red and black checkered gear and I was considering transferring there.

525 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10090 01:25

Alice from Touhou being really excited for an easter egg hunt

526 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10090 21:26

I forgot what led up to this, but I perceived as fact that a chimpanzee communicated "I AM BURGER HOLE" and that shit was too silly for me to stay asleep

527 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10091 18:54

Usada Pekora invited me to her boudoir after I won some sort of contest, but insisted I put on makeup first. The part I remember is thick white foundation and blue-green eyeshadow, though there was more to it than that. She also gave me a pair of tighty whities to wear.

Putting on makeup is hard, and the dream ended while she was looking at me in disappointment following my earnest attempt.

Note: When conscious, I have never thought of Pekora as particularly desirable. If I could fuck a hololive it would be Lamy.

528 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10105 20:34

Living with my family and various pets in an apartment complex that disallowed them. Our dog escaped, and I went to our ground-floor neighbor to look for it. Even though he seemed very friendly (and almost sad over not being able to help me, seeing as I had been "so nice"), it was heavily implied that he had actually beaten our dog to death with his cane because it had been annoying him, and he knew that we'd be fucked if we went to the custodian for help.

529 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10108 13:02

i and another guy were playing with our dicks in the shower
he managed to jerk me off, but i was not able to figure out the right motions to get him off

i swear i'm not gay...

530 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10119 06:05

I got arrested for hanging around with high school kids, I was a high school kid, until I was getting arrested.

531 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10129 08:38

Due to strict noise ordinances in our area, some guy remote-teaching a class and talking too loudly (or using a buzzer/bell, can't remember) was technically committing a grave felony, and some of my neighbors went outside in the middle of the night to go looking for him. I tagged along, but while trying to find him I accidentally ran too loudly, and was admonished for it. I decided to go back to my house first (and maybe bring along a sibling or two), but as I touched the front door it opened and there was no one inside it.

532 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10130 08:56

The only thing I remember is walking outdoors with my new birketstocks.

533 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10134 09:28

Dreamt about buying jeans again.

534 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10149 18:27

Had a dream that I was looking for a youtube channel that had a small video series about exploring bike paths in my old hometown, but I couldn't find it. Woke up to discover that I couldn't find it in real life either (probably didn't exist in the first place).

535 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10150 15:37

I was playing a PC strategy space sim from the DOS days where you spent years going from star to star trying to find a new home planet. The actual trip spiraled through a real star map and gave me the uncomfortable feeling of flushing the human race down a toilet.
I limped into the farthest star system on the map on fumes, found a perfect new earth, and the endgame was so unsatisfying that I felt like my crew and colonists were the loneliest bastards in the whole universe.

I kinda want to make that game now, except not so depressing.

536 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10198 15:25

I have started taking sleeping medication and I have been having extremely vivid dreams except instead of the extreme nightmares most people have they have been extremely mundane.

For example, last night my dream was about having a cigarette and enjoying it.

537 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10198 18:20

>>536
What a coincidence. Last night I dreamt about smoking a paper cigarette and feeling some guilt for doing it in a non-smoking area even though everyone around insisted there was no tobacco so it's fine.
(I have never smoked in my life and likely never will. Can't, lungs too shitty which is probably why I dreamt this. This only added to the discomfort and absolutely unrealistic experience of taking huge drags for practically no burn.)

538 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10199 13:43

I was in three different SOL comedy animes.
In the first I was working at Mc○nald's and it was unsanitary and disorganized. My co-workers mocked me for starting my acting career as an extra in 2002, which they claimed was "the same year as Fatal Attraction 2" (wut?), so I got to wear "Fatal Attraction 2 2.0" on my name tag. I failed to organize files for the assistant manager. I wanted to quit on the second day, meeting the owner at a fancy skyscraper party and realizing it was never going to get better. Oddly enough, I don't remember any food or kitchen equipment.
I forgot the second as soon as I woke up. I was sure it had good bits, and that's why I remember there were three.
The third was school themed and the best of the bunch. Everything from senpai criticizing my font selection (on hilariously politically incorrect pun signs to put on classrooms, which I wish I could remember) by printing it the wrong color to my elementary school best friend improvising a 5-minute EDM piece with a massive drop in the middle of a lunch conversation about arthritis ("Pianist's -ts -ts -ts -ts -ts ... [...] ... FINGER").

539 Name: vc: napezz : 1993-09-10201 15:28

In a game exactly like Overwatch but with different characters there was a stage magician guy/gal whose ult killed you by psychically reminding your character of its most embarrassing academic performance.
One unexplained transition later, I'm back in high school getting back homework at the end of the year, and cookies.
Another unexplained transition and we're at a black market of sorts where you have to buy your embarrassing homework back.
And finally I'm walking about in college and we're having a laugh discussing the magician character because some of the characters are dumb as fuck and wouldn't be affected by something like that.
(I have regrets about 22 years of schooling, yes)

540 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10204 18:19

Me and a friend were on a day trip to Scotland.
I lied to a friend in uni about playing youth football for Celtic and he demanded me to eventually produce proof which made me wonder if I should have lied about playing for a smaller club like Partick Thistle or Falkirk. then on the bus transfer to London there was a really creepy guy at the stop so we just stayed on the bus until we couldn't anymore and then we were eventually stranded in Edinburgh trying not to get killed and looking for people who were awake but not dangerous.

541 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10204 20:41

>>540 Sounds like Gordon Ramsay

542 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10243 23:01

I had two dreams that I feel were worth cataloguing lately. You guys should try glycine + l-theanine before bed for dreammaxxing.

  1. I remember this because before bed I said a quick prayer, which I hadn't done in a long time, especially not a Christian prayer: "Jesus Christ, son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner. Amen." and was asleep immediately.

I was walking in the woods and had been lost for days, when I stumbled into a clearing and came upon a small village and fell over on the outskirts. An Orthodox priest with a long gray beard found me, noted the state I was in, and invited me to eat and rest with him. He took me to the local village tavern, we sat down and were about to order when I realized I didn't have my wallet or any money with me, and excused myself from the table and snuck off. After doing that I woke up immediately and couldn't get back to sleep even though I had only slept for like 3 hours at that point. I actually believe this was real and that he could have shared some kind of wisdom with me if only I had been humble enough to accept a free meal from someone of a different faith, or to let him "save" me, so to speak. Since then I've been afraid that this was God sending me a test and I failed it.

2. A friend got me a job on a fishing boat. The captain was an austere early 50s no-nonsense type woman with a secret soft side and the entire dream was in kind of a Japanese-Portuguese pidgin which for some reason was the commonly accepted jargon of sailors and fishermen in this world. There were a lot of distinct adventures: we docked in an indistinctly oriental/chinese-y trading port to offload fish, which was then locked down due to the murder of a high ranking official which we had to solve to be able to leave, we braved a sea storm, I discovered the captain's "secret soft side" by giving her a pair of earrings for her birthday when she normally didn't wear any jewelry or makeup. I woke up a couple times over the course of the night to pee and then got back into bed and fell right back asleep and continued the dream from where it left off.

543 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10247 03:15

I had a dream. I'm watching a late night tv, without ads and a slightly boring yet interesting movie is playing. Something about a male and a female in a big city setting, and they look like they are good with guns or something, even if they never used them on screen. I fall asleep, sleep for 5-10 min or so, wake up again, and turn tv on. Then there is something about a nude dancer with very energetic moves, and another woman who is less insane. Fall asleep, wake up. Those two finally meet, everything looks like it's the end of the world or it's all in her mind, because sky is very weird, purple and alien. Fall asleep, wake up, apparently this was some kind of trial for those two gun people, I see them with some kind of tubes near them freshly removed, probably from gas masks or something. Next those two are in a snowy park, and I'm the girl one of those two. We see a plastic "cone", white with red top, that holds another slightly bigger cone on top / inside of itself, and that one holds yet another, this whole construction kind of reminds me of icecream. We are a bit sad. He takes one red top and goes ahead, I decide to not give up and hold the whole structure. It is twice my height, but it's mostly hollow, so it's not that heavy, just very uncomfortable to hold. Also it is made from plastic, it gleams a bit. People around me look slightly amused at the sight of me holding it, which kind of amuses me. We move out of the park, one of the roads out of it is only wide enough for one person and is simply walked-on-snow. It is also L shaped for some reason. I try to cut courner by walking on snow instead of that road, I kind of fall a bit more than knee deep into it near the end, but get to the road just fine. I don't think I hold that cone anymore. I sit on the edge of that road, trying to wash dirt away from my clothes with snow. I stand in the snow, but fall deeper than I expected, now only my hand is visible outside, and only a bit of it. I start screaming for help, and afraid to move at all to not sink even deeper. Some old lady grabs my hand and starts to pull. But she slips or something, and we both fall, this time there is twice my height of snow above us. I can hear the guy and a few other people starting to dig, but they aren't sure where we are. We can breathe, but it's cold, and for some reason we think cold causes cancer. I wake up. I'm walking on the street, making my way through busy street traffic. I think "what a cool dream, I need to write it down". Then I think "Am I really awake? Could I still see a dream on the go? I probably could." I try to wake up, and I do, this time I'm sleeping in my bed. I turn on my computer and start typing this.

544 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10263 19:28

i had a dream of a dream that i once had whilst dreaming however in my dream i was dreaming of thigs one could only dream of doing in dreams to awake from my slumber into a dream about dreaming duplicated dreams which made me doze off into another dream o a dream that i once had

545 Name: vc: sefation : 1993-09-10281 06:19

Marching through somewhere under a bizarre bridge, where some Imperial soldiers are freefiring on us, hopelessly outnumbered but untouchable and under the direct command of the Emperor (whom I believed to be the same as the one from Skyrim's Dark Brotherhood quest). I fired a bit to the side of him and it gets him in the fucking eye, killing him instantly. Takes a minute for the Imperials to realize the improbable has happened, but they stop shooting once they realize.

Years later, his replacement is some glutton named Crassus who looks like Vizzini and nowhere near as chill as the previous guy. The DB sends two of us and Mei to navigate his trap-filled dungeon of a house (in that cheesy Roman architecture that's more Hollywood than reality). It's not my mission, actually it's the other DB's. We other two are there to hold switches down and wall off his servants. It goes down without a hitch; he was caught by surprise in his bath, which was attached to a spinning secret wall. Given that some servant-lady delivered it just as we got there, he was expecting a snack, not a daedric dagger in the chest.

546 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10315 12:10

Dreamed of, and please don't laugh, "Harry Potter and the Nuclear Holocaust". Which was some plotline about wizards inadvertently causing the global financial communications network (???) to shut down and not restoring it in time, leading to the bombs dropping and all the 1st world nations being at each others' throats.

547 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10317 03:17

dreamed my father was angrily accusing me of smoking weed, which I was guilty of but trying to hide it. I’m an adult, and I’ve never smoked weed.

548 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10324 18:41

Was in a weird cross between my life and VtM:B which meant I was trying to hide my fangs while trying to escape some lame concert from when I played in an orchestra while exactly-my-type girls were getting in the way by flirting with me and I accidentally hit enough smooth lines that I had to explicitly self-sabotage with "girls don't usually like me" before disappearing.

549 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10325 12:50

Dream with a few segments Dec. 7th 2021
1: home Depot parking lot had some kind of deal outside for their canopies. Got dropped off and used a wheelchair. Two random people approached me out of the crowd, woman and a man, who tagged along for some reason.
2. Instead of going inside it transitions to me as a small sail ship, woman remains the same and dude is a kid. I had some kind work deal set up with her but apparently I was always cheating her out of chicken strips at dinner as the kid pointed out to her she for a little mad before scene change.
3: I get back into the wheelchair but it's electric. The ship stops on an island, I do some kind of race in the wheelchair that ends with me parachuting into some party on the island.
4. The descent seems to slow down and I land in front of these two underage looking girls in skimpy party clothes. The redhead said "Oh my God that's how we met?" While smiling at me before looking somewhere else into the party. Nobody else seems to be looking in my direction. I felt a bit disappointed because they clearly look underage and I don't want to be seen giving my contact information to them. I turn to talk to the blond but she doesn't seem to say anything. I somehow get a website url (forgot the name but one popped into my head) that has a dirt bike island theme. The blond is posting there and three of them are pictures of her pussy with a soda can up there, one with a clit close-up. One of them was titled "My Pit". Then look away from the site and I was talking to the blonde and I woke up.

550 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10333 09:39

This was a really bad one.

I met a dog with crust and slime in his eyes. I found a garden hose and washed off the slime. I think it was an English bulldog. The dog's face peeled off. I euthanized him with my gun. I felt bad. I really love dogs and don't want to see bad things happen to them.

551 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10352 00:00

>>549

>I had some kind work deal set up with her but apparently I was always cheating her out of chicken strips at dinner as the kid pointed out to her she for a little mad before scene change.

I had some kind of work deal set up with her but apparently I was always cheating her out of chicken strips at dinner as the kid pointed out to her. She was a little mad before scene change.

FTFY

>somehow get a website url (forgot the name but one popped into my head) that has a dirt bike island theme
>The blond is posting there and three of them are pictures of her pussy with a soda can up there, one with a clit close-up. One of them was titled "My Pit".

Fuken saved. Reminds me of that "Rick and Morty" episode where Rick made an entity from a dream a real-life entity or object.

Also I had this dream where I was trying to do some calculation via a calculator and I knew which numbers I wanted to enter, but every time but the last time I pressed the correct buttons the wrong numbers showed up. Specific numbers, letters, and words really don't show up well in dreams. Maybe me thinking of that fact caused the sorta meta dream experience with the calculator.

vc: teatch

552 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10364 11:52

I don't remember any details, but the gist of it was that Breaking Bad and Higurashi took place in the same universe.

553 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10382 08:21

I was reading a book about WWII from the German perspective. I only got as far as the introductory chapter, which consisted of several timelines of concurrent events, and a series of maps showing territorial gains/losses over the course of the war. The only big difference was that there were somehow major German insurrections in America, which were slowly being curtailed into major strongholds (in the Midwest and in New Jersey and Oregon for some reason).

554 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10452 17:55

I dreamt that someone answered my questions. The answers implied that "LazyTown" originally aired in the 1980s (or maybe, but less likely, the early 1990s). He described it as a musical "drepanation" [with a girl who has pink hair]. "Drepanation" is not a word, yet?

https://vid.puffyan.us/watch?v=g8iZ0HlzgUc [LazyTown BING BANG multilingual Lazy Town TV series - HD (1280x720)] - my favorite version is the English version (for obvious reasons) and the German version. How about you? Maybe if there was a Japanese version I would like it, but maybe I wouldn't.

Bing bang digabriga dong.

555 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10452 18:07

>>554
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dubbing_(filmmaking)
"LazyTown, an Icelandic TV show originally broadcast in English, was dubbed into Icelandic, amongst thirty-two other languages." [citation needed]

556 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-10453 00:56

I dreamed that Byakuren Hijiri served me and my internet friends "kuso miso soup"

557 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10508 22:25

I was driving around a rural town in flyover country and learning all about the local population's disdain for the healthcare system due to 2-3 cases of newborn children with severe birth defects being experimented on and handed back to their parents in small pieces.

558 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10546 13:38

I found out some sort of "zen hockey" was a non-athletic sport played indoors in a tatami room. Players wore aikido uniforms and made all moves sitting in seiza. The puck was a flat piece of iron and pushed around as not to damage the floor.

A lot of this didn't make sense but anyways I was a referee.

559 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10546 16:10

Bonus moment earlier that night: some nerd was complaining about new models in games having good posture. As a line of video game soldiers went single-file through a side gate, a guy clearly from WoW three times taller than the rest came in at the end, and he was obviously the general officer of that column. Probably next the nerd would've gushed about it but I woke up and it was too early so I went back to sleep.

560 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10552 19:13

I was a centaur and I met a centauress with greasy blonde hair and sagging breasts. We didn't talk, just rubbed our faces together and ran together.

561 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10552 21:51

I dreamt of the funniest internet post I've ever read, and I laughed so hard I woke up

562 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10581 19:43

I gave a part of my soul to a crocodile goddess, so she would purify it. She gave me a ring in return.

563 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10587 11:35

The gist of it was that our solar systems was merged with another one, and the extra sun immediately raised global temperatures and flipped the climate change debate on its head. There was at least one new habitable planet, and its potential colonization kickstarted a new space race between USA and Russia/China.

564 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10604 20:16

I was on a cruise with my parents, and there was some kind of spooky incident. Some government CIA-like guys in suits and sunglasses were there talking to people about it, when I realized they were using some kind of device to erase people's memories of the event and I hid. After a series of chases and misdirections I managed to escape again, and I was back on land. I met a Buddhist nun, she claimed to be privy to the same secret knowledge and wanted me to go public about it with her. It was definitely something world-shattering that would have upended society as we know it. She wore no makeup, had a shaved head, and wore a modest bhikkuni's robe that concealed her figure; even so she was clearly beautiful, not in an erotic way, but with the same Madonna-like glow as a mother holding her newborn for the first time. I felt compelled to trust her and to ascribe saintlike qualities to her....

We arrived at a place she said was safe. We would hide here for now, we had been having run-ins with government agents all the while. I sat down on a conveniently placed bed. "You must be exhausted, here: hold out your hands,"she said with a warm smile, while extending her own hands towards me, palm-up. I did as she said and she took each of my hands in one of her own and started doing some sort of Reiki hand massage. I felt my whole body relax and get warm and heavy, and my eyes start to close. Suddenly, the sound of a by now familiar device... I opened my eyes and looked into hers. For just a moment, she clamped down on my hands painfully, with a strength that seemed inhuman for such a tiny woman, a member of a pacifist sect. But she saw that I still didn't tense up, and had no intention of trying to fight. She relaxed her grip, but didn't let go of my hands. I looked into her eyes once more.

"Miss <?>. Do it. I"m tired of running. Let me forget what I need to forget, just don't let me forget you."

She smiled, full of unfeigned warmth. It was as if I was looking into the shining, ever-benevolent visage of the World-Honored One himself.

"Don't worry. In a few moments you'll wake up warm in your bed. This will all have been nothing but a curious dream.... but you'll remember everything, except for my name, and the <?>".

A final flash of light, and I was in my bed...

vc: to

565 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10605 17:28

I caught the rona and had a fever dream about vegeta fighting various people in a big ass shopping mall in an epic battle, the dream lasted several hours in real time because the fever was keeping me in a nauseated and utterly exhausted half-awake state and i felt like absolute shit the next morning, 10/10 would never do again.

566 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10606 09:02

I was at a hotel because my car ran out of gas on the highway and I had to walk to the nearest town and it was already dark by the time I got there. When I was about to go to sleep, Aunn Komano called my cell phone in a tizzy to try and tell me that there was some kind of problem, but she was trying to speak English and kept stumbling over the words so I told her to just speak Japanese, we didn't have time and my phone battery was dying. Then she told me that Reimu was missing and the shrine was mecchakucha da.

567 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10618 16:59

I had a dream but most of it was unremarkable. Most interesting part was that this forest/swamp area was home to an outpost branch of a superhero type organization. Some stuff happened where there was a flooded spot that caused some people to be marooned while surrounded by crocodiles which wouldn't leave the water. Somehow there was a portal on the island that connected to a regular city. One of the people marooned found a purple leather hat, flat topped, wider at the top than the brim at the bottom with some fancy art on the sides -- additionally it had a sword hilt through the top and was called the hat of life. For some reason the dream had a third party faction of pirates or something? Anyhow the sword was removed and the hat was given to Bill Murray through the portal -- but he was just a regular dude and I guess nobody thought to leave the flooded island? Anyways he came back after discovering that the Hat of Life could produce an infinite length of sausage/baloney roll through the slit where the sword was in the hat.

568 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10624 23:35

Mom bought useless/sketchy supplements for me (as she does) and I notice the jar on the bottom of the stack is labeled "onion des onions", which is a condiment specifically meant to make your breath smell bad.

569 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10625 15:46

I had a dream that I had friends and that girls liked me.

570 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10642 08:59

Dreamt that so much trash had piled up in my room that I had to use three whole bags to get it out.

571 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10660 20:20

I had a dream about >>572

572 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10685 20:25

Had a dream a couple nights ago about browsing DQN.
In it, a "scientist" had posted to a thread (the topic of which was entirely unrelated to his post) about having run an AI analysis on all textboard posters. His analysis had determined that 1. /prog/ posters are the least VIP 2. Rubik's cubes are incredibly VIP 3. the VIPPEST variant of a Rubik's cube is a 1x1 cube (which is to say, a normal plain cube) with Daddy Cool printed on one of the sides. How does one solve such a cube? Apparently through philosophical contemplation.
I'd be tempted to convert the dream-post into a real post, but I doubt I'd be able to make it as scientifically convincing as the dream post was (it had statistics!).

Also had another dream where I had stolen one of those drivable toy cars toddlers have and was driving around the neighborhood (the layout of the neighborhood conforming with the standard dream-layout of the area, and not the real life layout. Really wonder why certain dream versions of places are so consistent in my dreams). During my epic toddler drive, I ran into my 3rd grade teacher, who questioned my life choices. I then turned down a park path where I ran into a girl "I knew" (which is to say, a fictional dream agglomeration of multiple different people) who I chatted with for a bit. It turned out that she was on her way to meet up with some other girl "I know" (yet another agglomeration of multiple different people), this one cute. We ran into the cute girl, who then immediately confessed her love to me (and gave me a hug!) because I had allegedly described her as a midget hobbit(?) at some point in the past. I then drove the cute girl home in my epic toddler ride.

573 Name: >>571 : 1993-09-10686 11:37

My dream came true!!!!!

574 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10711 11:51

I had a dream where I drifted a US specification Toyota AE86 across Wall Street NYC. I made sure that everybody photographed the parts that are found on the US version.

575 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10743 00:26

I've been having recurring dreams about being involved with my university's fission reactor program, and accidentally having one of the two cores melt down on me (followed by various activities, usually cleaning up radiation and covering up the incident). Last night was the first time the supervisors authorized me to access the control system, allowing me to finally shut down the reactor.

576 Name: ( ゚ ヮ゚) : 1993-09-10765 13:01

dreamt, among other things, that I had a detachable double ended penis that still worked that was longer than my forearm + hand.

577 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10781 21:00

I flew into a self harm/murderous rage because I returned to the grocer without my pie ingredients!

578 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10791 14:36

My Euclidean-geometrically-challenged dream brain hallucinated that the "C" in "Cola" in the "Coca-Cola" logo was topologically a hammer and sickle.

(Hate that most of my visual thoughts are warped half-impressions that can't be illustrated... but at least most of them aren't worth a goddamn.)

579 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10793 09:10

Dreamt that I started a document about (retarded e-drama) e-celebrities on my computer, and then a DQN hacked into it and started adding entries on his own, and we flirted using the document.

580 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10872 18:55

Ganondorf, Link, and Zelda are in an office in an ad for TotK. They are having an archery contest and Ganondorf has already gone. Link shoots with perfect form but it's some clunky wooden monstrosity like you can construct in TotK. Zelda is up next and after doing a graceful only-in-fiction spin, does this goof-ass awkward underhand draw at the extent of her arms' range of motion and the video slows down as she makes a retard face.

Ad #2, same setting. Ganondorf uses some magic to duplicate a brown parchment pattern for the background of a full-color strategy guide (for some reason I can tell that the large medieval-style initials in sequence spell out BLOSSOM OF JERUSALEM). Cut to a public park where there are many copies of the guide scattered about as people drop them in disgust, as it appears a raunchy image of Ganondorf is printed on every spread. But the source photo that got mistakenly watermarked on the back side of the magical photocopies was a more innocent one of him displaying plumber's crack while playing sports in the very same park, and I hear him say "oh no!" in embarrassment.

581 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10874 10:01

Had an odd dream recently. A very odd one, normally dreams have some sort of "narrative" to them, some amount of first-person perspective, but this dream was entirely of me "remembering" some facts and seeing visions related to them.

Facts about cucumbers.

Entirely false facts about cucumbers.

I remembered about a process called "jupering," wherein a cucumber is boiled in order to turn the pulp on the inside into a clear jelly. Then, I saw a vision of a cucumber still on a vine being pricked at the bottom, clear jelly pouring out of the puncture and forming into a transparent, jewel-like, shining, dew-like, jelly mini-cucumber hanging off of the base of the original cucumber. This is the goal of jupering, to make it so that your punctured cucumbers can produce miniature jelly cucumbers from their now-jelly-like insides. These jelly cucumbers are fragile and almost liquid, any disturbance makes them fall apart into many shining drops of cucumber fluid. Then I was remembering myself boiling a cucumber and poking it with a knife. A small jelly cucumber reforms from the jelly that leaks out of the now-drained and flabby real cucumber and collapses into clear, slightly greenish fluid. I then saw a vision of a sort of trellis corridor, with walls of cucumber vines growing like grape vines, and a man was steaming the two trellis walls with some sort of steam gun. Thousands of little drops of jelly began to pool out of the surfaces of the cucumbers, forming into little jelly cucumbers that hung off of their now-drained source cucumbers, and they began to fall to the ground, breaking apart as they fell into a rain of thousands of beautifully shining cucumber fluid droplets, scattering on the ground like jewels and quickly dissipating. This is the desired end goal, and I understood then that there is a whole industry of cucumber jupering existing for this one purpose.

Quite possibly the most beautiful dream I've had in recent memory, as odd as that is to say about a nonsense dream about cucumbers.

582 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10887 18:08

I'm wandering through an apartment building that didn't have walls between the apartments, so I keep straying into other people's homes while trying to find my own home I was just in.

583 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10908 18:21

I was a gifted an old computer. It had a cube-like white case with many ports, and the boot splash screen said "Windows 68030".

584 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10918 13:21

I made a post in the cute girls thread. It had something to do with Donald Trump being extremely old, and also Alaskan? I wish I could remember the exact wording so I could make this dream come true.

585 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10957 20:37

"Rapeman" appeared in my dream and announced that he was going to molest me. He took off his clothes, and his skin started glowing alternatingly blue/yellow. I easily thwarted his plan by waking up (ca. 2 am).

586 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10975 19:32

I heard a voice saying "who soils the earth has to lie under it."

587 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10984 22:04

I had a dream wherein I suspected that my ballsack was falling off, so I went to inspect it.
It then detached from my body into my hands.
I panicked for a moment and pressed it back against my crotch trying to reattach it but it would not, so I felt around my crotch checking the area where it had been only to realize that I still had a ballsack.
My ballsack had not detached, it had merely undergone mitosis.

Ever since that dream, for about a week now, I've been having dreams where my detached ballsack makes an appearance.
Almost every night, in almost every dream, at some point along the way I feel a presence in my pockets. I reach in to check, and I find a ballsack, a perfect hairy detached pouch, like a little purse, or some sort of odd animal. And each time I panic again, thinking that my ballsack is gone, it has detached from me, only to remember that no, it hasn't, it has merely undergone mitosis.
At this point I'm not sure if the original scrotal mitosis dream ever actually happened, or if this is a false memory of a dream imposed on me by these recurring "found nutsack" dreams.

In one dream, I was on some sort of elaborate adventure, something sci-fi. And then came the nutsack.
In another dream, I was involved in high finance, I was a banker. And then came the nutsack.
In yet another, I was in high school again. And again, the nutsack.
And each time I wake, I end up remembering nearly nothing about these dreams because all I can remember is finding my duplicated ballsack in my pockets and panicking and remembering "oh yeah, my balls have undergone mitosis."

As much as I want these to end, at least they are an improvement on the old recurring "penis fell off while urinating" dreams I used to have many years ago.

588 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10998 13:58

Dreamt that some new card game and/or video game had become popular worldwide and that the main in-game currency was some sort of African berry.
I then went outside to find thousands of pitch-black giganigger sub-Saharan blackest-possible African laborers lining every single street, picking berries off of African berry trees that had now replaced every single normal tree. The berry industry was so lucrative that every tree by the street and in public parks had been replaced with berry trees so that the Africans could make money by selling the berries to people playing the game, as well as use them in the game themselves (the card/video game was just as popular with primitive African tribes), a sort of insane bleeding-into-real-life version of the Runescape economy.
One of the pitch-black African laborers started giving me a lecture on how the trees are a symbol of colonialism because this distinctly African tree had been brought to the West to make hw*te pipo money because of a card game. A white supervisor monitoring the laborers told me that the berries are completely inedible and useless. This was all happening right on the side of a road, these trees had formerly been ornamental trees. I then noticed that one of the berry trees had a different fruit tree branch grafted on. The African berries sort of looked like deep reddish-purple cranberries, this other fruit was bright magenta, the size of a horse chestnut, and covered in long, thick, soft spikes sort of visually resembling durian spikes (but longer and very soft). The white supervisor told me that the fruit was edible and eaten in Spain, while the pitch-black Africans insisted that it's inedible and that they have plenty in Africa and that they never eat it. Dream me was somehow already aware of its edibility, so I took a bite and it was good, but unfortunately filled with worms so I threw it on the ground.
Then I woke up.

589 Name: (´<_`  ) : 1993-09-10998 16:38

>>588
Forgot to mention - all the African laborers were naked.

590 Name: ( ・ิω・ิ) : 1993-09-11000 22:31

Had a dream that I found a book called "HeartIgnite" with a cover that made it seem like a shitty romance novel.
It was actually a textbook on applied Fourier analysis, with a focus on applications of Fourier analysis to analyzing heat,
fire, and ignition, as well as biological systems, in particular the cardiovascular system.

In that same dream I was browsing DQN and happened upon a particularly baffling piece of S_JIS art.
Here I have replicated it nearly exactly as I saw it (100000 hours in OrinrinEditor),
in particular the caption is taken word for word from my dream, as I couldn't help but memorize it. Enjoy.

    /\___/ヽ
   /''''''   '''''':::::::\
.   |(●),   、(●)、.:|   This Daddy Cool is physically weak,
  |   ,,ノ(、_, )ヽ、,, .::::|   which is why he holds [up] the girl by her chest instead of her bottom.
.   |   `-=ニ=- ' .:::::::|   However, he is renowned for the excellent taste of his breast milk.
   \  `ニニ´  .:::::/
,,.....イ.ヽヽ、ニ__ ーーノ゙-、      /`´,、 ̄` 、
:   |  '; \_____ ノ.| ヽ ⌒'r- , _/ノ_Wニレiノニニソ-、
    |  \/゙(__)\,|  i / |`「 || 0  0|.|.h.|lヾ〉
    >   ヽ. ハ  |   || . | !,/|,,,,、゛−゛川´,,l~ .ヽ、
    \    i |,','| .,|  ||  l } |. |.  i |、ハ _=\.l
   .....\   i|',','| i  l ゙i  、,r' ⊂ニ''ー-ゝ_`ヽ `、゙i |
   .::ぃ:: \ ;|',',/ / : ソゝ=ー` .>‐- ̄`   _  l |
   'ひ   \ //    ::::;,, ̄「 ̄ 丁二_^  - /`
          |   . : .:::::;;; l.  ,ノ    .`''ー- '
          |     .:::;;;;; |   7=、_,,-ー|ノ
          |     .::;;;;;; |   |~ヾ-i"⌒iノ
          |     .::;;;;;; |   |   |   |
          |    . .:;;;;;;; |    l   ll   .l
                     l  l .l   l
                      l  l l   l
                      l  .l  .l  .l
                      l  .l   l  .l
                      l  .!  l  .l
                        ,l  l   l.  l.
                          iー´〕 .〔`ー'、
                     {  /   ヽ  i
                     ー'´     `ー '
                      | l |     | l |

591 Name: ( ・ิω・ิ) : 1993-09-11000 22:34

>>590
(Also made this version which I find a bit more aesthetically pleasing, but which is less authentic to the dream.)

    /\___/ヽ
   /''''''   '''''':::::::\
.   |(●),   、(●)、.:|   This Daddy Cool is physically weak,
  |   ,,ノ(、_, )ヽ、,, .::::|        which is why he holds [up] the girl by her chest instead of her bottom.
.   |   `-=ニ=- ' .:::::::|  /`´,、 ̄` 、  However, he is renowned for the excellent taste of his breast milk.
   \  `ニニ´  .:::::/  /ノ_Wニレiノニニソ-、
,,.....イ.ヽヽ、ニ__ ーーノ゙- -|| 0  0|.|.h.|lヾ〉
:   |  '; \_____ ノ.| ヽ  |,,,,、゛−゛川´,,l~ .ヽ、
    |  \/゙(__)\,|  i   |.  i |、ハ _=\.l
    >   ヽ. ハ  |   |  ⊂ニ''ー-ゝ_`ヽ `、゙i |
    \    i |,','| .,|  |  >‐- ̄`   _  l |
   .....\   i|',','| i  l   丁二_^  - /`
   .::ぃ:: \ ;|',',/ /   ,ノ    .`''ー- '
   'ひ   \ //    .7=、_,,-ー|ノ
          |       |~ヾ-i"⌒iノ
          |       |   |   |
          |       l   ll   .l
          |        l  l .l   l
          |        l  l l   l
                  l  .l  .l  .l
                  l  .l   l  .l
                  l  .!  l  .l
                    ,l  l   l.  l.
                iー´〕 .〔`ー'、
                 {  /   ヽ  i
                 ー'´     `ー '
                  | l |     | l |

What does it mean?? Fuck if I know.

592 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-11114 21:10

I saw the trailer of a musical called "Dies Irae". It was some kind of revenge story. It had metal songs, and all the characters were dressed in black. A woman character started a monologue with "You men are so rotten..." I also checked a paperback book about it, which described the characters, scenes, and themes. I would've watched it.

593 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-11120 20:19

I hallucinated an entire alternate history where my website (now more than 20 years old) actually had been a successful hobbyist project for a time with contributing writers and a forum with occasional posts from all the intervening years that I hadn't even seen somehow. But it was woefully out of date and mediocre now. And yet the people who volunteered content over the years (who seemed to be Internet friends that I no longer remember) wanted to get paid and unionize((?) against me even though I made absolutely nothing from it work and they already had the rights to their stuff.
But mostly, it was not the betrayal that bothered me. It was not being caught up on the forum and responding to legitimate questions people had about the site dying. How had this been going on for years without my notice? My own site's forum, without my participation? Why was this entire new history I hadn't seen conflicting so much with what I knew to be true real life, that my site has never been and will never be what I dreamed of when I started it?
Somewhere in the middle of this, I even noticed all the dreamlike qualities like how all the answers to my inquiries were incomplete, shallow, and absurd with made-up words I can't recall. But I didn't wake up so it kept going.

594 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-11135 10:46

I, for the first time in my life, had a sex dream about a black woman. She was emotionally dependent, socially awkward, and a violent cannibal.
We had public sex in a locker in what was either a university or high school and somehow remained uncaught despite not even remotely fitting inside it. She was maybe only halfway in and I was completely outside the locker. Some men looked our way and somehow failed to notice us.
The black girl was very shy and easily flustered when pressed about her cannibal activities. It was rather cute and I am worried that this has awoken something unwanted inside me.

595 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-11158 01:03

Boarded a ferry on my motorcycle, accidentally dropped it and it started making weird noises. I started disassembling the engine and found that the outer rims of all the valves had seized to the valve seats, and only the inner parts were still attached to the stems. Then I woke up.

596 Name: ((●)トェェェイ(●)) : 1993-09-11159 18:40

I had an otherwise unremarkable dream where I was wandering around an office building trying to find my office because that's where my custom homemade Atari 800xl workstation was and I didn't want anyone to take it since the parts are impossible to find these days and I thought "Not this dream again,"as I hooked up an ottoman with an embedded display in it.

When I woke up, I realized I'd never had that dream before.

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