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.
Dreamed about being an anime girl getting spitroasted.
Dreamed I was playing a Contra game, but not any of the specific real ones. The colors/details were more arcade or SNES level rather than NES. At one point there was an organic/body horror sort of level that seemed to dial up the grossness compared to the usual Contra presentation of those types of themes, and in general it seemed a little bloodier and gorier than the series usually is. One of the bosses was some sort of cyborg triceratops thing. Later there was more of a slick tech lab sort of level which I lost to the boss of, a blatant Terminator knockoff (huge buff Schwarzenegger-looking dude who showed more and more of a robotic endoskeleton as he took battle damage). He kind of would charge and bodyslam you and presumably you were meant to run under him and attack from the other side when he would jump but it seemed kind of unpredictable when he'd jump. The game over screen also dialed up the horror element with an implication that rather than just being killed outright the hero was captured and implanted with an alien parasite.
I was one of those 19th century doctors who'd treat puritanical Victorian women for "hysteria" by giving them an orgasm with one of those giant steam powered vibrators except I'd just eat them out instead
Pulled a random book of a shelf at a library. The title was "THE SEARCH FOR SEXUAL INTERCOURSE" written in one of those faux-Asian Roman letter fonts, and the cover illustration was in a traditional Japanese painting style, with a wandering ronin type figure on the right while on the left a Chinese dragon and an oni were blocking his path.
I dreamed of a silly anime fight between dave strider and caliborn from homestuck, beating the shit out of eachother as walking fortresses and attack drones fell out of the sky all to the sync of an epic dubstep score.
I was enlightened with the knowledge that even in dreams dubstep sucks ass.
I've been paranoid of computer viruses for quite some time, becoming constantly nervous at the possibility of a dastardly malware slowing down my puter, having me check task manager and running virus scans.
I had a dream that I sat at my computer, browsing the net and listening to music, my desk and screen looked authentic enough plus the lack of lucidity in a dream made it so that at the time it seemed real.
Then tabs started slowing and closing, my video player crashed then attempting to open it again yielded an error message regarding missing files, my desktop refreshed and icons were messed up, everythings continuously grinded to a halt followed by a window opening for "Windows Recovery Process", but then even at that point my cursor also slowed down, all text on the window got messed up, the picture on my screen started to look as if it was melting and melting and melting... and then I woke up.
It was easily one of the worst dreams I've had made worse by and possibly emanating from my intense need to piss (no more late night over-hydration, keep yourself safe from piss nightmares people), but it also scared the fear of viruses out of me because no matter what kind of bitcoin miner or whatever I put on my PC from browsing random sites or pirating games it was never going to be as fucking bad as this.
My dreams are significantly better than waking life.
I chronically oversleep to stretch out the dreams as long as possible and struggle to wake up knowing that nothing in my day will compare to dreaming.
Then when I finally get up, I spend days not sleeping to avoid getting crushed by glimpses of a happy life again.
Dreamed that my penis fell off and then a bunch of people broke into my house and I had to leave. I was upset because my penis was still in there, on the floor, and I needed it back so doctors could sew it back on.
There was a website like OpenStreetMap, but with satellite view and where users could add waypoints for animal sightings (or where they knew there were exotic animals in zoos/captivity etc). I knew that a guy who I had a crush on was using the website, so I started going through accounts on the website trying to figure out if it was him based on the animals + locations he had picked out.
The setup: I don't remember it too clearly, but I Dilbert is on the run for some reason. Perhaps it was something like he got grandfathered into some benefits as long as no one important talked to him about it
Strip #2: We see Wally's messy office, but today, mercurial fellow that he is, he has decided to poke the bear instead of his usual parasitic antics. Dilbert has camouflaged himself with a vertical belt of many 16oz water bottles, but is wrapped back-bendedly around the back of Wally's CRT as if a martyred saint on a torture device that is both a wheel and the rack. He prays, "Accounting, save me!" (note: Accounting is explicitly demonic in the Dilbertverse)
Strip #3: In a completely dark room, the Pointy Haired Boss is heard wondering aloud to undercover inquisitors that "maybe he's in the darkest corner of the darkest office". Out of exactly that spot, Dilbert mutters, "How did he know?"
>>610
clarification: the PHB is in the hall outside the room
Had a dream about fighting a minotaur in a VR game and the board seems to think the full account of it is a spam.
>>612
A number of pizza spam adjacent words are filtered right now, try posting it on the IRC and I'll see if I can help you.
There was an orgy happening in my childhood home. An older guy really wanted to fuck me (and I really wanted to fuck him too) but I couldn't find any lube! The entire rest of the dream was just me frantically searching the house for lube, and instead finding superglue, toothpaste, liquid soap, etc.
>>604
hahahaha I can see a book exactly like that existing in real life
Had a dream that a tiny birthmark on my chest under my left nipple had developed a small hole. I decided to push on the skin around it, and a proper, fully developed extra nipple popped out of the hole. Then I forced in back into the hole and went back to doing normal things around my house. Later in that same dream I check my chest again, but this time the small hole is on the areola of my left nipple. I press on it and a small skin tag emerges instead of an extra nipple, which I again push back in. I already have an annoying small skin tag on that areola and I don't want a second, so I commit to going to a dermatologist to get rid of it. Later in the dream I check my nipple again, the hole is still on my left nipple, but this time I push out a long, wobbly, black skin tag that I can't push back into the tiny pinhole. I put my shirt back on, then take it off again and now the skin tag is back in the hole again. I continue on with my day.
Past this point the dream transitions into some cool adventure that I remember none of, and later on again into a high school dream wherein I was back in high school but the top few floors of the school were an airship and the school had cool flower-covered balconies and also an internal smaller airship in the bigger airship and also I was sharing liquor with the vice-principals. At one point I get arrested for drinking beer in class. There was some narrative to it that I remember none of.
Had an extremely internet-influenced dream the other night.
Me and another user from here (you already know who you are!) were somehow transported into the "tanasinn mind chamber," taking the form of a translucent white cube floating over the ocean. The chamber was populated by a group of mathematicians working on discovering dynamic systems meeting certain criteria, and they were directly manipulating abstract objects floating in the chamber through wild gesticulations and incoherent screeching. We could all fly inside the cube. I had a very nice but totally nonsensical conversation with a mathematician who looked like a cross between the happy merchant and John Baez. At some point along the way, the chamber's base transformed and expanded into a translucent, white version of a Bush-era US government office. At this moment I realized that I had a keyboard-like device on me that, if plugged into one of the computers next to its keyboard, would allow that computer to communicate with the "real world," which happened to be the Homestuck universe. This is because the Bush administration had established communications with the Homestuck world as part of 9/11. Upon plugging the device in, the computer displayed medical info on various Homestuck characters. With a few presses of the very chocolate-bar-shaped buttons on the device, John Egbert and Jade Harley were now cured of syphilis.
I woke up shortly after, then went back to sleep for another 10 hours during which I had some less insane dreams that I no longer remember (though at least one of them involved bullying a fat egirl for having saggy tits, which is possibly more insane).
That was no dream. Now John is freed from the permanent consequences of a momentary lapse in reason.
Thanks to you.