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.
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.
I was eating a slice of sourdough bread alongside creamed honey.
I'd take a bite of the bread slice and then eat a spoonful of honey. However, the honey tasted exactly like freshly baked white bread, just sweeter.
I'd eat some honey, get confused that it tastes more bread-like than the sourdough slice, take a bite of the slice to confirm that it's less bread-y than the honey, then it would repeat over and over again.
At some point, a piece of honeycomb appeared in a separate plate. The honeycomb tasted like honey, but for some reason lacked the waxiness that should have been there.
I would also compare it in confusion to the creamed honey, wondering why the creamed honey tastes like bread.
I was browsing an old Flash game site and found a Japanese Flash game that appeared to be a cross between a point-and-click adventure game and an episodic, suggestion driven webcomic akin to MSPA or quest threads. I noticed that some of the game's menu assets don't seem to be loading properly (the instructions page would redirect to a 404 and failed to load some text and icons in the Flash itself) and that it might be an outdated version, so I went to hunt for the original Japanese site it came from. Eventually I found the origin site, and along with it a ton of other cute old Japanese Flash sites and a couple western ones in the mix. The origin site was beautiful and very cute and filled with elaborate animations, and the newer version of the game was also filled with cuter, better animations than the first version I ran across. Extremely comfy. I was about to start taking notes on old, Flash-era Japanese web design when I got distracted by browsing 4chan and woke up shortly after.
The dream sites were shockingly authentic to the absolute best of Flash-era Japanese web design I remember, and I wish I could remember the details better so as to replicate the dream site in real life. I miss that era of the web.
I've been having far too many internet-related dreams as of late.