Topic: Adventures in Slumberland (Read 70344 times)

Mongrel · « **Reply #900 on:** March 17, 2013, 10:48:03 AM »

Look, let's not make this any worse than it already is. >__>

Büge · « **Reply #901 on:** April 18, 2013, 02:46:39 AM »

I dreamed that the cat visited me.

_{I miss the cat. ._.}

Mongrel · « **Reply #902 on:** April 18, 2013, 06:06:12 AM »

;________;

MarsDragon · « **Reply #903 on:** April 18, 2013, 11:12:49 AM »

I dreamed that my niece and best friend were both killed and I found out through emails. I spent the rest of the dream in a numb haze, trying to understand how they could be dead when I had last seen them alive. When I woke up I had to remind myself that nothing had happened and they were both fine.

Disposable Ninja · « **Reply #904 on:** April 18, 2013, 12:04:54 PM »

I had a dream my dog's face fell off. I found it rather disconcerting, but everyone assured me that it would grow back.

Silversong · « **Reply #905 on:** May 05, 2013, 01:56:30 AM »

Last night I had a dream wherein I psychoanalyzed my dreams from a couple nights ago. When I woke up I was all, "Oh, yeah that was obviously what that was about."

Sharkey · « **Reply #906 on:** May 10, 2013, 03:18:02 AM »

I was trapped in an infinitely tall tower with Mr. Steed, Nellie Forbush, and the Control Voice from Outer Limits, trying to find the floors where we could exit to our respective fictions. Nellie would quietly sing South Pacific songs whenever she was freaked out, and the Voice was trapped in an old television, so he was pretty much useless, other than occasionally giving somewhat helpful advice in the form of condescending orders. At least Steed taught me this neat trick for dropping a grenade out of your sleeve and whacking it across the room with an umbrella in one motion, which of course I had to use when the zombie bomber crew from Heavy Metal showed up in the third act.

The whole thing was surprisingly well plotted, and at one point had a whole intro sequence that briefly summarized the run of the show since the 50s, which the Control Voice showed me on its TV. Just a sequence of all the improbable teams of fictional characters trying to get home over the years (and a theme song I don't remember other than that it was horrible.) Kind of like League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, except the groups tended not to include the heroic characters. Instead of Sherlock Holmes, Sam Spade and Dracula it was more likely to be Renfield, Mr. Cairo and Mrs. Hudson. The tower itself apparently had a floor for its own fiction somewhere, but I never found out how that worked. Apparently the thing was like the anti-Tardis. Rather than "it's bigger on the inside" the new arrival catchphrase was "but I'm not fictional!" Also pretty damn huge on the outside, and rather than blending in it seemed to make a point of standing out as much as possible wherever it arrived to attract the curious from whatever fiction it arrived in. If it was in Hammett's San Francisco it'd look like the fortress from Krull. In Sherwood Forest it'd be a fuckoff tall Japanese pagoda.

Just... damn, that was a really good dream. Even if Nellie got annoying singing In Love With a Wonderful Guy under her breath while running from Morlocks. Essentially a weird mashup of Doctor Who, The Time Tunnel, Lost, Number of the Beast and The Dark Tower.

And the garage with Kitt, Doc Brown's DeLorean, and Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang was pretty rad.

Büge · « **Reply #907 on:** May 10, 2013, 04:23:51 AM »

Someday media companies are going to find a way to sue people for infringement when they dream about registered trademarks.

Sharkey · « **Reply #908 on:** May 11, 2013, 02:38:35 PM »

That's pretty much the only line this shit has yet to cross. Damn near everything mentioned above would have been out of copyright as the laws stood not even half a century ago. Of course, copyright will forever remain frozen in amber immediately preceding Steamboat Willie. God bless those air pirates.

And trademark is pretty much "Playtime's over! Grant me power!"

Shit... I need to find that "Pornographic website using Pikachu trademark" letter I got from Nintendo back in the day. Used to have it framed, but that was half a dozen girlfriends ago. Did you get one of those, Zara? Tell me you saved the fucking thing.

I've just got to find the level on the tower where this shit never happened. Though it'll probably be guarded by the armies of Zu-Vendis.

Additional superfun fact: Damn near everything from Star Wars got a design patent. For some reason the Millenium Falcon did not. Didn't even cite "sandwich with fucked up sideways olive." Meanwhile, the uniforms from Star Trek the Motion Picture were registered, but cited a department store catalogue entry for children's footy pajamas as possible prior art. So... yes. The whole thing is just a huge fucking joke. And the design patent database is an endless wellspring of hilarity.

Also, barring any further copyright extension, this dream as put down here will finally come out of copyright in 2083. So please, you future centinarians should totally make a 4v Mindcast of the damn thing.

Mothra · « **Reply #909 on:** May 21, 2013, 08:41:38 AM »

I've been having a series of dreams recently that have brought back a cast of pretty much all the people in my life I've had some kind of negative dealing with. An old roommate, a guy from college, guy from my old old job, etc. In one dream, I'd somehow decided to sign on for an apartment wherein I would be living with them all, in one house, for a year, without the option to leave. The entire dream was me moving from one encounter to the other, beaming out enthusiasm, trying to make things work, and it becoming clear that we just didn't like each other. The first dream ended with me thinking, "Wow this was probably not a very good idea to get this apartment."

The second dream, I had last night. I had decided to throw a party, somehow, it was like, an insanely large festival of some kind, under an outdoor tent. It went pretty well until I sat down to eat something, at which point I was right across from that old roommate, and we struggled through a conversation until I left. I had a six-pack of Sam Adams somehow inside of my coat, from which I would remove one beer, crack it open, and look at it, only to realize it was something far shittier, like a Coors. I remember drinking at least two of these during the unspectacular, awkward exchange.

Then, I was in a college classroom, in the middle of a test on... I cannot recall, but it was something out of history. On the right side of the room, a Godzilla movie was playing. Both of these things were happening at the same time, like they'd decided to put on the movie as background noise for the test. For the next like, I shit you not, ten solid minutes of dream, I shifted my attention between this scatterbrained Godzilla movie, and this test in front of me, whose answers I vaguely knew and could guess at, but in no way was confident to answer. In essence, I was sitting there inventing a fiction in my head that MIGHT be the right historical event, then writing that down.

The dream ended when I got stuck on one question and wished to GOD I was anywhere but where I was. Suddenly, I woke up. My first thought was "Oh! Cool!"

Büge · « **Reply #910 on:** May 25, 2013, 01:28:02 AM »

I think I just had The Great Revenge Fantasy.

I was at some kind of camp by the lake, learning how to sail a ship. The instructor was this drill-sergeant-type guy that was making fun of me for holding on to the mast as the ship tilted. The mast was near the back for some reason and the waterline was really low, so I was almost falling into the water. He pushed me while I held on, scaring the crap out of me, since I thought I might fall in and get dragged under the keel. I got so mad that when we finally reached shore, I chased the guy around, throwing rocks at him. He turned himself into a chair, but I grabbed another chair and started smashing him with it, screaming every hateful thing I could think of. Then I woke up.

R^2 · « **Reply #911 on:** June 07, 2013, 10:52:08 PM »

Robin Williams was in some movie, playing a college professor having a midlife crisis.

He wrote out a mathematical equation on the chalkboard -- between Robin Williams having a midlife crisis and a chalkboard apparently the film was set in the 80s or something I dunno -- and went into some long speech explaining how thirty-five equals fifty and fifty equals sixty and so on until we're all dead. He made some sideways comment about doing a lot of cocaine, aside glance to the camera, big laughs, and does a lot of navel-gazing about the kids today, visual gag, ha ha.

I'm not sure which is worse. That I'm getting old, or that my subconscious has chosen Robin Williams as its avatar to complain about it.

Kayma · « **Reply #912 on:** June 08, 2013, 01:20:12 PM »

I don't think my subconscious has the ability to render Robin's stream of consciousness speach patterns.

R^2 · « **Reply #913 on:** June 08, 2013, 02:48:13 PM »

It's not like I've watched a bunch of movies with him in them lately or anything either.

I mean the missus put on Good Will Hunting and that'd explain some stuff but that was like a month ago.

Sharkey · « **Reply #914 on:** July 31, 2013, 03:23:00 PM »

Was driving around a desert planet on a flying motorcycle with one of the more bubbly ex-girlfriends (I was in the sidecar,) selling horrible things to people who probably deserve what they want. Monkey's Paw shit for the most part, but the one I remember was the Many-Angled Bird, which was just this crazy fractal made of exploded polygons with no respect for three dimensional perspective. It sort of... ate the guy we sold it to, which wasn't particularly ironic, but I was glad to be rid of the fucking thing and woke up in a really good mood.

Seriously, all up til that point it was just pulsing away, inducing headaches and making a noise like a hive of wasps armed with tiny theremins lodged in your sinus. Just... fuck the Many-Angled Bird. Or don't. I don't even want to speculate where in time and space your multi-dimensionally unfolded dick would show up.

Classic · « **Reply #915 on:** August 01, 2013, 12:23:04 AM »

Did you dream you had to sell a Porygon to someone?

Kayma · « **Reply #916 on:** August 01, 2013, 05:25:37 AM »

I like your penchant for creating succinct and alarming names for your night demons. Many-Angled Bird is right up there with Bad Red Cat.

Sharkey · « **Reply #917 on:** August 04, 2013, 06:21:41 PM »

Bad Red Cat and The Many-Angled Bird would get along famously in a cosmic horror buddy cop sort of way. They need their own comic book that will make you bleed from your ears and eyes if you read past the third page.

BRB. Writing comic book.

Classic · « **Reply #918 on:** August 04, 2013, 06:26:50 PM »

Urgh. Having lots of vivid dreams again.
Not usually interesting enough to merit actual mention in this thread, being dreams about me failing to maintain the automobile I use, or getting into elaborate fisticuffs with more foes than I can deal with, or simply being late for trivial engagements.
Unfortunately, all of these dreams are hurting the restfulness of my sleep and making me realize just how much I grind my teeth while I'm sleeping. Ow.

Büge · « **Reply #919 on:** August 06, 2013, 04:44:22 AM »

Last night I dreamed that I had ten million Nintendo Club points. I was going to invest it all in a clinic that treated ADHD, but I also saw they had a unique Pokémon you could get that looked like a muscular blue chick with a red afro. I think my brain is telling me something, but I don't know what.

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