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.
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Now where have I seen this thread before.
>>3
Suck my cock, dude.
I had a dream where an alligator snapping turtle climbed down a tree and bit something, causing it to split in two.
Then, I had this dream where some guy with a 1980s Chevy Class C RV was trailing my car by 3 feet. We both stopped in the same parking lot and I confronted him. He gave me some bullshit story, and I raged when I saw that he also had a Chevy Cruze. I told him how much corporate welfare pisses me off, and he got someone to tow my car away, because I don't have an American car. I discovered that the tow company didn't tow my car properly, so I got ready to sue them. Then I woke up.
Okay.
I'm in this old, stately house with lots of ornate filigrees and complex moldings. It's well-lit and pretty.
Someone is warning me not to snoop around in here but I keep having to go deeper for one reason or another.
I meet a girl on the second floor. I talk to her for a while about what it's like outside and promise to come see her again.
Later, I notice that I can't touch things. It's like everything I'm seeing is just being projected in front of me.
At that point, someone starts getting upset with me and I know what's happening.
She isn't a person, and never was. She is some kind of monster that usurps reality by substituting its own identical copy. I start being able to grab things again.
I messed up by telling it about the outside world, so now it knows about it. It somehow got stuck in that house and I set it free.
I run back upstairs to try and beg it to stop until I realize that it can't stop, and that I no longer exist. I'm the monster, I've over-written the guy who set me free.
I can't remember specific dreams, but I do have a whole generic fantasy/harem setting in which I battle goblins and dragons and all that jazz. It's pretty lame, but the dreams are semi-lucid and very consistent. I could probably write ten novels' worth of the stories and settings I've encountered.
I only wish my imagination was this active while I was awake...
I don't dream.
Unless I take melatonin and diphenhydramide after a period of sleep deprivation.
Last night, I had a dream which took place on some grassy dunes near the sea. I was aware that, somehow, everybody could now wish for whatever they like, but the wishes couldn't contradict one another or be reversed. So, obviously, I wished to be a little girl. And I was.
I wandered down the hill/dune and found a girl sitting on one of those swing bench things. She was a little tomboyish, and, after talking to her a little, I said that she should totally try wishing to be a man, or at least to have the appropriate genitalia. She said she's consider it.
I had a dream where talking bears lived in a condo complex and kept deer as pets. At times the deer would not behave properly. I gave them advice and it worked. The next time the deer misbehaved, I told them what to do but I was ignored. What the talking bears did was not effective. Each time I told the talking bears what to do, the bears would just say "We are superior to humans."
That sounds too much like the stupidity that happens in my life.
I had a dream in which I posted something on DQN. I don't remember what I was posting, but my captcha was inositol.
I was working in an office. No idea what it was we did, but it was some kind of creative endeavor. Helen Mirrin worked upstairs, and I heard her say "What is this tripe? This is ridiculous." A moment later she starts belting out some 60's rock song about Thundercats in a perfect Grace Slick impersonation.
My immediate thought was "Damn, I've GOT to get her on my project somehow." I woke up just as I got to my corner office. Never did find out what my job was.
So I was in this restaurant in Beijing and sat down to eat a salad. The Chinese dude next to me watched me eat, then after I'd finished told me that it was someone else's meal, and I was in big trouble. I dismissed his worry, and asked him to fix my phone's Kindle app, which had decided to download Korean versions of all my ebooks over the English ones. I woke up just as the Chinese Food Cops were wall-jumping up the street in my direction and yelling at me to stay where I was.
A guy who didn't like me at school pissed in my orange juice so I stabbed him all over but no blood came out.
A guy fucked me in the ass and I woke up with a shame boner.