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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #440 on: January 27, 2010, 06:11:39 PM »

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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #441 on: January 27, 2010, 07:04:18 PM »

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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #442 on: January 28, 2010, 04:51:04 AM »

I dreamt I had just started Metal Gear Solid on Normal difficulty. I'd played it before, but on Easy or with the cheats on, and wanted to do it properly. It turned out I'd forgotten how hard MGS was on Normal, and I felt a sense of concern that by the time I reached Sniper Wolf, every boss battle would become a monotony of repeating an impossibly difficult battle over and over.

Then I woke up and realized I can probably beat Metal Gear Solid on Normal. What a nightmare!
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #443 on: January 28, 2010, 01:35:08 PM »

Ok this might be a bit rambling but this dream sequence was kind of amazing so I am going to try and remember as much detail as possible, starting from sitting in the basement of my old house listening to David Bowie on an old record player. The particular LP in question was from the period when Bowie was obsessed with UFO culture and actually believed he was in telepathic contact with an extraterrestrial entity he called the Thin White Duke. The "music" was highly experimental, playing with a lot of weird sound processes and strange dissonances. When I scratched the surface of the vinyl, a tall, thin, pale humanoid figure almost seemed to partially materialise in the air, before fading away.

I woke up to my bedroom door opening. I immediately thought of that one creepy scene in Lain when the alien comes into her room, and got annoyed, because I didn't feel like getting scared. But nothing entered the room.

Then I turned slightly to my left and there was a grey alien sitting next to my bed, against the window, just out of the corner of my eye, fixing me with his best almond-eyed stare. I piled my blanket up beside me so I wouldn't see him, but he inched his head over so he could fix me with those black hollow eyes. I told him to fuck off, but he was determined to see this through, so I said to hell with it and we started trying to strangle each other. But we had both been through this so often, in so many previous nightmares, that neither of us really had our heart in it. We were both just going through the motions, and we realised there was no terror left in it. So we called it quits.

Later, I was sitting in some kind of extravagant theatre with red cushioned seats, where a woman in a red dress that can only be described as resembling some kind of bioluminescent jellyfish flower performed operatic Shakespeare in the round inside some kind of enormous computer-generated hologram. Like the actors were real, but the set was entirely digital. The other audience members were laughing extremely rudely, but I was interested in the show. From the woman in red it moved through several other characters, who all lived in a strange forest of "Dark Goodness and Light Night". During the night, everything was lit as if on a misty morning, but when day came, darkness fell, and anywhere the darkness of the "sun" touched, the trees turned red and looked like huge, towering veins and arteries. Suddenly I was no longer an audience member, I was the Jester, and I was exploring the forest in search of... in search of something, some higher power. I can't quite recall it. I remember crossing a bridge made of big driftwood logs painted to resemble strange long, colourful faces, with my ally, and we were singing "He Ain't Heavy" to keep our spirits up. But we were seperated, and I found myself alone in a dark pocket universe of some kind. There were many dangerous traps written on the floor and walls, and it was looking grim, but suddenly... some kind of crystalline lights surrounded me and spoke calmingly to me.

The next part of the performance was about Kublai Khan's tour bus. As the Jester I was the bus driver, and loped about a cardboard box city wearing a kind of pantomime bus costume, waving at the invisible audience through the front window. A woman's voice... possibly the same voice as the crystal light, but I can't be sure, narrated the story as we passed by the various places of interest in, well I guess it was supposed to be Xanadu.

Finally I finished the tour and got out of my bus suit, and went to a large odd box-building where I was scheduled for my next bit. However, my best friend from childhood was also working there, and there was an old Galaga machine built into the outside of the building, so I figured I would just kill some time goofing off. So I dropped a quarter into Galaga.

I was a kid again, and the cardboard city became some kind of arcade museum, filled with old arcade machines of all kinds. Games, pinball, redemption games, you name it. The token machines gave out little translucent plastic coins of various colours (blue was worth 1 credit, yellow was 5). The woman's voice from before now took the form of one of my teachers from graphic design school, and she was taking us on this field trip to arcadeland. I wandered through the museum looking at all the games. One of them was a prize game called something like "CAN YOU HOLD ON" which was nothing but a huge box containing a serrated metal edge that you were supposed to grip, and not let go as an industrial motor ripped it away from you. My friend wanted to try it, but Teacher said it was a bad game, too dangerous, and besides, it wasn't even plugged in (she said as I caught a glimpse of her unplugging it from behind). Foiled in our quest to slice our hands off, I complained that the museum didn't have enough fun games, like I don't know, Gauntlet, and I resumed wandering around. Of course I found Gauntlet in a corner, as well as, oddly enough, the original Thexder, and the modern remake Thexder Neo. There was also an old prize game of some kind that contained toy fighters based on the Raiden games and a bunch of original classic Transformers toys that had probably been in there since 1985. Anyway I wandered around for a while but I didn't get to actually play anything.

Finally, I ended up in the Laser Tag section. There were several evocatively themed bunkers here, each with a different variation of kids running around with toy guns, but the centrepiece was "VOSTFR", the latest and greatest from Japan, the ultimate Laser Tag experience of all time. This was the game the pros played, and most of the players were adults. Two teams went into the huge, hive-like building, human marines and alien bugs. The marines looked imposing in their Jin-Roh style military body armour and gasmasks, but I wasn't able to see the alien team. So cool.

I was just about to leave, when my friend ran up to me. "Where are you going?" he said, "We're going to be in the next team!" I was like aw hells yeah and next thing I knew we were dressed in "scout" fatigues as we awaited the end of the current round. There was also a cute girl there now, who I didn't recognise, but finally we formed the obligatory trio of hero, best friend, and girl. We were allowed to wait in the starting area while the previous teams finished their game. The set was incredible. There was smoke and lasers everywhere of course, but with the sheer production value it could have been a movie set. There were alien pods everywhere and everything had a sleek, futuristic look. It was kid heaven.

Suddenly a marine burst into the room, chasing one of the aliens. The alien costumes, albeit basically just a big cockroach suit draped over a person's back, were surprisingly convincing when you saw them running around in the smoky dark. They fired invisible beams at each other and I assume points were awarded one way or the other. Suddenly, another alien leaped out of nowhere and tackled me. I'm not sure of the rules but I guess we counted as civilians or non-combat personnel of some kind that could be harvested by the aliens for points. The alien suit had this silly rubber proboscis thing that it leeched points with. Then another marine showed up and it dashed away.

Somehow though, with all the pretend aliens running around, I had realised something. I looked at my friends and they seemed to all remember too. This was all make-believe. The real aliens were, had always been, us three. We looked down at our hands, and our palms were glowing with strange symbols of coloured light. But we weren't evil aliens like the ones in silly human media. "Hey," I said to my comrades, "let's help these humans out. Let's get rid of their problems." They agreed.

So we left the VOSTFR dome and wandered around the arcade, blasting humans with light from our palms. Every time a human was struck by our space beams, the negative emotions that were holding them back sizzled and dissolved. They felt better, discovered a new way around an obstacle, fell in love, et cetera. We blasted every person in the museum, and as we did so, we started to physically age and grow up. Finally we went to leave. The woman who had been guiding me all this time was no longer a teacher, but working at the register desk, and she had assumed her true form as a spirit guide by becoming a middle-aged, overweight black woman. I went over and gave her a hug, thanked her for her help, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then my friends and I left the arcade and went into the city to zap more humans with our healing hands.

We couldn't fix all of humanity's problems, of course. That wouldn't be right anyway. We had just given them a little boost, a little pep. They were on their own, but a few lasers of encouragement couldn't hurt. And so, our work done, it was time to return home to the bosom of the stars. Our memories hadn't fully returned, but our spacecraft, automatically reactivated by our own awakening, soon appeared on the horizon. They were small pods, each only big enough for one pilot, consisting mainly of a cockpit with a glass bubble dome connected to a trailing biomechanical-looking spine or tail, which propelled the pod through the air like a bony flagellum. We first had to pull them toward us by psychically grasping that tail and reeling the surprisingly stubborn things to the ground, but then the cockpits opened obediently and we entered, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the pod. There were no controls inside, the entire ship was controlled psychically. We prepared for our stellar voyage.

But the ships did not take us into the sky, but down into the ground. We passed through the stony earth into a claustrophobic underworld of dark clouds. Perhaps, I reasoned, we were not aliens of another planet, but of another dimension.

It was difficult to pilot through the turbulent aether of this null universe. I lost sight of my friends' ships in the impenetrable darkness up ahead. My own ship started to list wildly, but an irresistable force had already begun to pull me into the darkness.

That's when I suddenly woke up.

It was kind of weird though, because my right eye felt funny. I blinked, and the eyelid slid down and back up slowly and jerkily, like an animatronic eyelid. I felt like I was physically inside my own right eyeball, looking out at my bedroom like a hamster in a plastic ball. I could still control my body, but it felt stiff and robotic. I imagined that I had slid, John Malkovich style, into my own skull. What a weird dream, I thought. Heh... or maybe it was REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAA A AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAA

(uncontrollable inhuman screaming, projectile vomiting alien bile)
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #444 on: January 31, 2010, 04:44:20 PM »

Whoa, I just had one of the best naps of my life.

I was working on this mind-numbingly dull task for my job in this old, vomit-colored, impossibly ugly but unbelivably comfortable chair I got when I worked at this volunteer furniture bank millions of years ago. Gorillaz's first CD came on and I turned the monitor off to think about how in the dickens I was going to approach this work problem I'd run into. Sometime between the first five songs I passed out in my chair.

I was in a room like my friends' from before he moved out to California, watching Empire Strikes Back on that weird Gamecube DVD/CD hybrid they put out back when people still cared about DVDs. For whatever reason all the rebel capital ships were really vibrantly colored and I wouldn't stop going on about how cool it looked to my friend, and soon, the film got to a trench run sequence that was all done like the vector-blue targeting computer. We laughed at how long it went on for, and how nobody at the time of its making could have possibly imagined a viewer that would not have been awestruck and enthralled at the graphical mastery that was V E C T O R.

Somehow, me and my friend are no longer watching Empire Strikes Back but playing it, Rogue Leader style, on the HYPERCUBE. The trench has become one of those water-duct things they have in cities (you know, like the one Arnold drives through in T2) and my friend gets stuck somewhere, making my guy hit an invisible wall and get bogged to the ground. I land. At this point I'm actually out in an aquaduct in the middle of an unfamiliar part of the city. I climb up some stairs and find a bustling train station, where I quickly befriend an almost cartoonishly friendly foreign man and his family. Somehow I get back to the apartment, where a friend of my family shows up: this group of Australians my mom knows. I don't find it odd in the least that they are here.

We talk briefly, then this show on Adult Swim kind of catches everyone's attention. I really can't remember a lot about it but that it was horribly animated and kept trying to advertise in the actual program, which pissed me off. I don't know why we kept watching, but we did. Eventually they got to a part of the program where it showed a static picture of a Vinyl disc and began playing one of my favorite songs. As everyone seemed bored, I started talking about what this was and got involved in a discussion about the band with one of the family members (for no other reason than to kill time until this thing was over). Halfway through our discussion another girl yelled "I'M TRYING TO FOLLOW THE MOVIE BE QUIET" and I was like "There's literally nothing to follow!" Offended. Turning back to the person I was talking to, they had explained that the movie the song had been featured in was directed by somebody who never paid the artist, which I guess I had before flippantly dismissed as unimportant. She started talking about the welfare of the artists and the artists family and specifically the artist's kids. At this point I wanted to make a joke to the effect of "Well I haven't considered the children!", but found that I couldn't really talk. I sat up, tried to swallow a bunch of times, and tried again. Nothing.

I woke up trying to physically say this joke while comatose in my easy chair, gently carried out of sleep by my favorite song which had come up on the still-playing Foobar2000 playlist. Completely rested, I listened to two more songs before taking a sip of water and nodding sagely at how great a way it was to have woken up.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #445 on: February 03, 2010, 10:57:37 AM »

I had a dream last night about something I'm going to put into a story. I grown woman in her underwear (not sexy underwear, hasn't left home in days underwear) has gone stir crazy, leaps out from behind her sofa and begins killing little toy soldiers as if she were a giant robot. Then she drinks strawberry jam out of a baby's diaper with a straw.

I'm probably going to leave that last part out.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #446 on: February 10, 2010, 08:40:01 AM »

I dreamed I was being stalked through a mall by a murderous Shark-Man.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #447 on: February 10, 2010, 08:40:33 AM »

I had a dream that I needed a ride to the airport so Constantine obliged.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #448 on: February 10, 2010, 03:31:48 PM »

I dreamed I was being stalked through a mall by a murderous Shark-Man.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #449 on: February 10, 2010, 04:26:29 PM »

I had a dream that I needed a ride to the airport so Constantine obliged.

I am a gentleman.

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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #450 on: February 11, 2010, 08:27:50 AM »

Okay so last night I dreamed that y'all were posting threads about how we should all get together and have a few beers, and Frocto was like "well let's go to Lucky's Pub" and posted a picture of a leprechaun logo.  Then I looked out the window and I was like, oh sweet, Lucky's Pub is right outside my house.  How convenient!

So basically what I'm trying to say is that I need some irl friends
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #451 on: February 11, 2010, 08:34:13 AM »

WORD.

Also, I had a dream that involved vagina dentata. The psychic trauma wasn't enough to wake me up, so I have no clue what horrible things sleeping me was doing to my dick to make that appear in my subconscious (with accompanying pain).
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #452 on: February 11, 2010, 08:36:08 AM »

Have you ever actually pinched yourself, like in old cartoons?  I know last year I was having the weirdest fucking dream and I was like "pinch me, I must be dreaming" and I pinched my arm and it was super weird.  I woke up.  Surprised it actually worked!
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #453 on: February 11, 2010, 08:41:30 AM »

The only times I have ever tried that has been when I wasn't dreaming. Feeling pain in my dreams isn't uncommon though. I've slept through real or imagined pain far worse than a pinch. In one dream I was climbing a flagpole to escape pirates, but their rapiers were long enough to pierce my legs. So they danced around the flagpole mockng me and stabbing my legs for a while.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #454 on: February 11, 2010, 08:46:10 AM »

I feel pain in my dreams. All the time. It doesn't affect the dream. But my screaming is something that wakes me. I have this weird scream that makes me realize that I am sleeping.  So I wake up soon after.
The worse the dream, the more likely I'll wake up!
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #455 on: February 11, 2010, 08:50:33 AM »

Yea!  If I try to scream in a dream then I can't, and I realize I'm dreaming. But the pinch was weird, it just tingled in a funny way.  Not at all like feeling pain in a dream which happens too.  At least it doesn't hurt when you wake up.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #456 on: February 17, 2010, 04:59:06 AM »

I dreamed up the Rope Chair. A Buddhist Monk showed it to me deep in the forests of India. It is composed entirely of ropes hanging from trees. Only the truly enlightened have the ability and know-how to sit in it without falling.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #457 on: February 17, 2010, 09:18:17 AM »

Philosophers having knife-fights in the streets of 19th century paris.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #458 on: February 17, 2010, 10:18:26 AM »

Philosophers having knife-fights in the streets of 19th century paris.

Gilliam animation starting at 4:26, ending at 4:58

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Es0t50H44IE
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #459 on: February 19, 2010, 07:31:37 AM »

Dream where I smoked some unfiltered cigarettes to stay awake. Then had to save people from swamp sharks.
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