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.
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.
I made a post on DQN along the lines of "if you see the Buddha on Reddit, make sure you upvote him and award him at least silver."
With the death of the VIP Yume thread I'll have to start writing my reports here. Last night was a more involved one. Similar to a previous dream this week, there was some kind of vaguely apocalyptic undertone going on, mostly communicated through little bits of worldbuilding.
I forget a few segments, but here are some of the vignettes that stuck with me, in vaguely the order in which they appeared. In one scene I was driving somewhere with a friend who in my dream was also some kind of crime or business partner. We all got one of those government alerts on our phones that said that multiple locations had been targeted by foreign powers for a nuclear attack. The dream had placed us somewhere in the midwest, I think Chicago or some other large city, and I remember my friend suggesting that we'd probably be alright.
This all melded/transformed into another scene. My shitty ex was out in a forest clearing with several other people. Suddenly the view cut to Goemon from Lupin III meditating in the grass somewhere else in the field. He proceeded to shoot my ex straight through her chest with a large bow and arrow. In the commotion that ensued some dark figure ran off and started ninja jumping/flying through the trees--Goemon pursued. This sort of changed into me controlling Goemon as if it was a video game--I could feel "my" hands using a mouse and keyboard while the scene continued. There was some kind of duel in an underground building that I had to "replay" once or twice because I kept losing, but eventually Goemon--who by this point was just me again--could proceed.
Back with my partner in crime from earlier, we found ourselves in what looked to be some kind of underground brothel. The girls didn't look good--there seemed to be some weird kind of setup where guys could do whatever they wanted, and they were being rough. I sat for a moment and witnessed some crackhead come up and start sexually assaulting the guy sitting next to me. I protested it, and he backed away and out of the room while grinning ominously.
Back on the surface and back in some kind of field, I felt a presence. I forget if there were flower petals or something in with it, but I remember a very visible and deeply-felt wind blowing around and in front of me. I forget if I first asked what it wanted, but I remember a young woman's voice saying "You have to create a new body for me." I woke up shortly after that.
I feel like I have to sit on this one for a second. I've started reading Jung recently and I'm really curious to pick apart what's going on here symbolically for myself--I have a couple ideas but I'll ponder it more before coming to any conclusions. Overall an 8/10 dream, it might have even been a 9 if I remembered more of it. Personal highlight was definitely collapsing my ex's chest with an arrow.
Some Ukrainian woman snuggled up to me. She was distractingly pretty, and said something I didn't understand, then woke me up just as I was getting interested in her.
Bitch.
I squeezed a little tire-pump size boil on my left forearm, and both times I tried a full armful of pus came out. Well I took one of these armfuls and asked who else but Doctor House about it. He informed me that this was a sure-fire sign that DNA had stopped flowing to my arm.
I told him that this was vexing and ridiculous, but then inspected my left hand to discover that my fingers were shrivelling, and that my nails were blackened with a couple of them disintegrated with the ends turning into hair rather than nail.
I was exploring a huge spooky Victorian-style house. In one of the rooms deep in the house there was a meetup of five or six DQN posters. For some reason most of you turned out to be Asian.
They all call me Asian Andrew
I was lost in a huge factory complex, following somebody's instructions to build stupidly elaborate devices that make orange juice in bulk. Whoever he was, he said if I do it wrong it will all blow up and I'll die. About the time I realized I was dreaming Portal II and breakfast at the same time, I woke up.
Harry lives in an apartment with the Dursleys with a hyperpredatory lease that aims to get as much money out of the residents through fines as possible. As just a facet of the multitude of ways in which the corporate machine of a building sucks cash out of the residents, we spy a middle aged man trip and spill a giant pot of soup on the common area red carpet, between the highrise apartment buildings that jut far up into the grey overcast skies. He laments and is sad and frustrated at how much his trip to the ground is going to cost him.
The management even went so far as to track how often the cleaners had to go inside each resident's space to do routine cleaning and maintenance, which is tracked on two handy mechanical spring devices installed in front of each door. The cog shaped wheel turns each time the space is cleaned by the crew and displays double digit analog numbers on each side of the entrance door.
In a freak accident Harry spills and crushes a bunch of pretzels into the red interior carpet of the building. Vernon, whose 3 inch diameter life support tubes in the side of hist stomach, shaggy black hair, closed eyes, mouth that doesn't move when he speaks and hospital gown occupy one's entire field of vision when he speaks, barks out "Dudley wouldn't do that!" All of a sudden the door on a closet in Dudley's room explodes and a wave of piss spills out and starts to flood the downstairs portion of the apartment. Vernon becomes furious with rage and his life support tubes slowly pop out one by one with steam popping out. Harry in puppet form, mysteriously wearing a green pointy hat, yells to him "Nooo don't do it!" in an attempt to save Vernon's life. Vernon says "It's better this way" before the last tube flies out with some steam and he dies as the piss floods the room, hoping that his life support money would pay his family enough to live on.