Topic: Adventures in Slumberland (Read 73684 times)

Disposable Ninja · « **Reply #860 on:** December 07, 2012, 10:37:12 AM »

I dreamt that I lived in the world of the Political Cartoon. Everything was labeled: trash cans, people, explosions, debris from explosions; everything let you know exactly what it was metaphor of.

I seemed to be the only person who got the joke.

François · « **Reply #861 on:** December 07, 2012, 06:41:18 PM »

I went to the Galaxy of Terror bar, where I was offered a drink of my choice by SWERY (the director of Deadly Premonition). I picked a Mithril Bolt, which is a couple drops of foul-smelling, cloudy liquid in a shot glass. Pressing for more information, I learn that a Mithril Bolt is made by smoking a cigarette, wiping the ashes with a lemon-scented moist towelette, squeezing the towelette dry, and heating the resulting fluid until it has lost half its volume.

I think for a moment about sending the drink back, but I'm afraid it'll make me look super uncool, so I force myself awake instead.

Classic · « **Reply #862 on:** December 08, 2012, 01:07:46 AM »

Dreamt that I had sneezed and coughed so hard I broke the mesh and had my hernia again. Urgh.

Ted Belmont · « **Reply #863 on:** December 11, 2012, 05:39:43 AM »

Had an odd dream last night... I dreamt I was at the mall, when I spotted a crowd gathering over by the food court. I went to see what was happening, and at the center of the crowd, was a shady-looking fellow who claimed to be a doctor(looked more like a doctor from Shadowrun) who said he had developed an amazing new technology that would allow anyone to detach and reattach any limb at will.

At first, I was intrigued, but then I decided I shouldn't be letting strangers chop my limbs off. Then my dream skipped ahead, and hey, my hand was chopped off!

It didn't hurt, oddly enough, and thankfully there wasn't much blood. The "doctor" was preparing something that looked like a big metal spike with a flat part on the end, and a socket in the flat part, with a matching plug already attached to my severed hand. He got ready to jam the spike into my stump, when I asked, "Is this going to hurt?" He grinned and said, "Yep."

Thankfully, my brain started to skip that part.

Then, I had my hand back, and it worked just fine! Yay! Thank goodness, because that was my 'batin hand.

The doc had put some kind of ridged grey band around the seam where my hand and wrist were now impermanently joined by a thin, grey, ridged band. He cautioned me not to get it wet, and sent me on my way.

So I did what anyone with a new detachable hand would do: I went to find a witch to show it off! She seemed unimpressed by my new ability to maim myself at will, and sent me off on a quest to find a fairy. She didn't say why she wanted the fairy, but whatevs, she seemed trustworthy.

I found the fairy by a pond, and she immediately asked me to go swimming with her. I was pretty sure she was trying to seduce me, but I informed her that my shady mall doctor had told me not to get my new wrist-plug wet, and that didn't go over with her too well. Her eyes sunk back into her head, her mouth opened wide with sharp teeth, and she tried to drag my into the pond.

So I flew away. Apparently I could do that too.

THE END

Silversong · « **Reply #864 on:** December 12, 2012, 06:11:22 AM »

I dreamt that I went to a store, found a pair of cute children's boots with little bows on them, that fit me, so I bought them. The End.

I sometimes also dream about shopping for socks.

Ted, take me with you next time you have one of your dreams.

JDigital · « **Reply #865 on:** December 12, 2012, 02:32:11 PM »

My brother once spent 14 hours mining asteroids in Eve Online, then went to bed and dreamt about mining asteroids.

When he woke up, he was disappointed not to have the ore he mined in his dream.

Mongrel · « **Reply #866 on:** December 16, 2012, 09:19:05 AM »

Quote from: Starr

In this dream, Mongrel was nagging me to get a puppy but I said no because of Poopnuts. So one day he went out and adopted a German Shepherd-Malamute mix someone found starving and spraypainted blue in someone's basement. He had doggy pneumonia and we had to give him doggy inhalers and antibiotics. He also wouldn't eat so I went out and got a variety of meats and cans and kibbles. WE ended up making beef barley stew and a special unsalted doggy portion and a special unsalted poopnuts portion. Manman was very put out by all this and also because doggy had to sleep in our room so we could keep him warm. He was almost full grown and should have weighed about 40 kg but he was just a little tent of doggy skin over some soup bones so I could pick him up.

And then the dream shifted and Superman was at a celebrity roast when someone came up to him and handed him something wrapped in a red towel. Superman, who looked a lot like KCW, opened the towel and saw a spear point and shaft made of a soft, heavy, dull whitish gray metal that rusted. He recoiled and folded slowly to the ground. It turns out that kryptonite is actually a metal used by the indigenous population of Krypton as their main material, and were decimated and enslaved by a more robust people, the ancestors of Jor-El and Superman. And when these more robust people came to planets with lesser gravity, they did not stay bulky and muscular, but instead became very tall, thin, and rangy like KCW and that about 30% to 40% of the NBA was in fact composed of emigrés from Krypton who had settled in Smallvilles around the world: Charles Barkley, Hakeem Olajuwon, and Yao Ming being proven Kryptonians. And the indigenous Kryptonians were all mainly people of ordinary height anywhere they settled.

Büge · « **Reply #867 on:** December 16, 2012, 12:37:57 PM »

Who's KCW?

Mongrel · « **Reply #868 on:** December 16, 2012, 01:17:43 PM »

Oh, right. He's just this skinny indie-rock guy we know in Seattle.

Beat Bandit · « **Reply #869 on:** December 21, 2012, 03:46:02 AM »

Dark Souls 2:

I was in the forest with two other players, except it was a much larger and more complex area. Basically the entire time we were running froward because it wasn't just random invasions, but our objective seemed to be to make it to and capture a point while cat covenant invaders were constantly coming at us as fast as we could kill them. The fighting was a lot more actiony in that there seemed be different combos and move based off stats as well as weapons. Bigger characters had heavy knockdowns, faster ones dash attacks, and there was plenty of knocking down, and slowing with ground attacks and actual ability to sidestep precisely and not having to roll to avoid absolutely anything.

Then I stared in (the trailer for) a buddy comedy with Donald Glover.

It was basically the best night ever.

Mongrel · « **Reply #870 on:** December 25, 2012, 09:01:22 AM »

My dream took the shape of a BBC documentary about a late 50's/early 60's british pop star who'd had maybe 5 or 6 really big hits between '60 and '64 or so. The story was of this early pop star who was apparently very big in the 60's but who I had not heard of previously (I've recently been looking into early nerd rock like Hawkwind or the shitty stuff Jethro Tull did in the 80's, so maybe that sparked the dream).

The most striking thing was how consistent the dream was - it was EXACTLY like one of those "classic music" documentaries, with the interviews and title cards, some music playing now and again, studio shots etc. It really was just like I was watching a TV show and the suspension of disbelief was such that I really had to convince myself it was a dream when I woke up (which usually doesn't happen with me).

Everyone was very British and there were plenty of stories from other folks this guy knew. They talked about his rise and how he just barely preceded the Beatles. They had John Bonham talking about how he used to sneak out of school to go to this guy's shows, they had archival footage of John Lennon and Elvis talking about the guy, there was talk about the rapid technological advances that were coming in to the music indiutry at the time and how his style remained an early 60's pop style (possibly hinting at the reasons for his decline in popularity after the rise of the Beatles).

The dream was just getting to the parts about how the groupies and drugs were getting too be too much and how he gave it up (he seemed cheerful and happy when they showed him as an older "current" guy, so if anything he had bounced back), but didn't quite get there. Instead it jumped a bit, explaining his modern influence. Apparently he was either the father of or a big influence on either Bono or The Edge from U2 and they were about to discuss that when I woke up. The last bit I got was a shot of Bono buying some rare stuff saying "I yeah I bought a couple Dylans", only he mispronounced it as 'Dye-lans' and in one of the very few times the aging star actually spoke himself, he made fun of Bono's pronunciation with a sort of a joking "Lookit these kids, eh?" comment.

Büge · « **Reply #871 on:** December 26, 2012, 07:35:28 PM »

That would make for a fantastic spiritual sequel to This is Spinal Tap.

Beat Bandit · « **Reply #872 on:** December 28, 2012, 11:52:23 AM »

I was dating Linda Zwordling except she had Jax Teller's beard. We had an argument about me kissing her with the beard because she was unwilling to accept the fundamental differences between only liking someone for their looks and the textural discomfort of kissing a woman with a full goatee.

In conclusion: my dreams are way weirder when I go to bed completely sober.

R^2 · « **Reply #873 on:** December 31, 2012, 02:00:58 PM »

Büge · « **Reply #874 on:** January 04, 2013, 06:57:13 AM »

Here's what I remember of my dream in between coughing fits.

I was with some cousins and my brother on Christmas Eve. We drove down to Niagara College because some of them had an exam(?) to do before the place closed for the break. I was gonna sit in, but I got kicked out, so I wandered around the outside of the building and saw a shopping centre attached, so I went inside and looked around for a while. I realized that it was designed like an Ikea, without obvious exits. I asked the guy at Bulk Barn how I can leave and he said I could use their back door for $10.

That's when I woke up and started coughing again.

Friday · « **Reply #875 on:** January 04, 2013, 08:33:15 AM »

I guess I've been playing too much Borderlands because my dream last night was that after you die, life has a "second playthrough" where you go through your entire life again but as an adult.

It was just a big excuse to stick me back in grade school and Jr High, I think. I wonder if anyone is ever free of "you're back in school, don't know what the fuck is going on/and or naked" dreams. I mean, do WW2 vets wake up in cold sweats not because of D Day nightmares but because they forgot to study for the test?

Büge · « **Reply #876 on:** January 04, 2013, 11:21:49 AM »

Now that I think about it, I also had another dream where I saw a preview for a split card from the third Return to Ravnica set called "Get Rich//Die Tryin'".

R^2 · « **Reply #877 on:** January 07, 2013, 08:26:30 AM »

"Don't you have to work in the morning? Shouldn't you go?"
"No, no, I have some time. No... no... ... ... ...yes."

And the alarm goes off.

R^2 · « **Reply #878 on:** January 10, 2013, 08:14:50 PM »

Presented to you as it was to me, by my subconscious: entirely without context.

MarsDragon · « **Reply #879 on:** January 11, 2013, 08:30:06 AM »

I was on vacation and about to fly home. There was a lot of drama with the guy giving me a ride the airport being super late and us being unable to get out of the house at a reasonable time. Just as we're finally driving to the airport, I realise I booked tickets to my hometown, not my current home. I was panicking over the idea of an inter-state commute and how to get back to my current town. I actually managed to worry myself awake, and then had to spend a few minutes reassuring myself I was in the right place and that yes, I did live there.

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