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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #780 on: February 01, 2012, 10:21:14 AM »

Last night was the least restful night I've had in a long time due to the fact that I was just having nightmare after nightmare. But maybe nightmare is too strong? But the dreams were awful and stressful as fuck. I was lost in a city, and every imaginable "bad thing" that could happen was happening. Every social fear and anxiety basically was happening all at once. I kept waking up, then going back to bed to end up in something of the same place, or some tangent thereof. The last one before I said "Fuck it, I'm done sleeping" was finding a dead body in a heavy stage of bloat which then popped.

Fuck sleep.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #781 on: February 11, 2012, 07:59:32 AM »

Dreamed that my sister found a way to get free movies. She would go to "mana4nation.com/movies=" and enter six-digit hex codes to stream random movies. It was weird.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #782 on: February 15, 2012, 02:30:04 PM »

Lately I've been falling asleep while watching television. This has had the odd effect of running regular old shows through a insane dream filter. For example: at about 4:00 AM this morning, King of the Hill was on and it was about Hank and the guys drinking tainted beer from Mexico. In my dream, the tainted Mexican beer turned them all into giant praying mantis men.

I think my dream is the superior version.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #783 on: February 15, 2012, 02:42:13 PM »

You'll know when the test starts.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #784 on: February 21, 2012, 08:00:30 AM »

I chopped my cock and balls off to make sure they were working properly.  After turning them around a few times to make sure the balls were dangling the right way I tried to put the thing back on and realized I had no idea how to do that.  Panicked, I woke up.

Stuff like this kept happening to me all night.  It was the first time I had had any dream I could remember in months, possibly years.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #785 on: February 21, 2012, 08:11:54 AM »

we really need a :freud: icon
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #786 on: February 26, 2012, 07:22:56 AM »

Last night I dreamed I made a huge black and white mural of scenes from Pulp Fiction.

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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #787 on: February 28, 2012, 05:46:47 AM »

I was having an awesome dream last night, then I woke up and got sad because there's no way Steve Martin would ever let me live with him. ::(:
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #788 on: March 26, 2012, 07:09:04 AM »

Thee strange ones. One from two nights ago and two last night.

The one from two nights ago was the least weird. I worked with a bunch of contractor dudes in the maritimes in the 70's building houses in rural areas. My job was to talk to suppliers from Quebec since "I was the only one who spoke French". Only every other person at the company was some famous beloved Canadian hero who would have been around in the 70's (give or take a decade or two, the dream fudged that a bit). The funny part was that in retrospect, I realized almost all of the other guys actually did/do speak French in real life.

The first one tonight was that I got bored and decided tor try and sneak into Games' Workshop's super-secure headquarters just to see if I could. It seems low-risk, because if I get caught they would just kick me out. It turned out my work ID somehow broke their fancy scanner system, so I got in.

Inside, the facility was a very classy modern office complex with a very neat glass-and-steel design that was all lumpy and strange, but the people were all terrible game-crazies who were a contrast to this high-tech super-clean building. So they were either hopeless neckbeards or looked like and acted like Mel Brooks and Madeline Kahn in the scene from High Anxiety where they're trying to sneak through airport security (loud salvation army thrift-shop rejects).

It was quitting time and the employee lockers were mess that looked like the coatrack of a grade two class in winter (i.e. they were not lockers), so it was a disaster area. A whole bunch of them even carried grocery around - apparently employees had to buy their grocery from some store in the building. Anyway, I moved past the people who were starting to leave and fell in behind some more normal-looking guys headed upstairs. Eventually my work ID stops working and a security guard who looks like fat Carl Weathers stops me, but he confuses my ID for government ID and then start telling me stuff as if I'm some kind of government agent come to investigate the place! It turns out he's expected some kind of government investigation and is trying to get out because the top execs at the company have some kind of crazy conspiracy plan going on, he doesn't know what it is, but there's an ornately filigreed module of the building that's a giant deranged anti-Semitic museum, filled with all kind of made-up artifacts. That dream had a sort of blah ending though. I go back down to the huge mess where people are getting their coats and leaving and mix in with the crowd to get out of the building, I'm not sure if I was actually going to DO anything because I switched gears.

I go drive off to see a friend who works as a software engineer for the government at an office above a mall (this is not true IRL, just in the dream, though the friend IS a guy from where I work now).

We go to a bar and have lunch and he asks me if I've ever heard the story of Carpenter-Enforcer [name forgotten]. I say no, so the dream shifts into a classic noir story about Carpenter-Enforcer [name forgotten]. It's a conventional detective story, only the regular detective story barely advances beyond finding out the dude IS a noir detective. The part where this is different is that most noir detectives reference some past rough history - in "The War", in a gang, whatever - and most of the tale (somehow I saw it as a book at point and saw that the flashbacks were like 2/3rd of the length) was actually really telling the story of those early days and that his long history was bound up with the later case somehow.

It turns out the guy is South American - Bolivian, I think - and the whole early story is set in South America. His "The War" experience was actually during the Chaco War (Bolivia vs. Paraguay in the 1930's) and the dream showed us his stalwart defense in charge of some some tiny southern outpost.

Then, after the war, in the 40's he's working for some big street gang where he earns the "Carpenter-Enforcer" title, which he later keeps even though in his detective days it's been years since he had anything to do with the gang. "Carpenter" is presumed to be some kind of euphemism and the title is implied to be more poetic (or at least less clunky) in the local Spanish dialect, but I don't know ANY Spanish, so this was probably just dream-rationalization for a hilariously awkward-sounding imaginary title. Didn't get to see where the actual detective story went or what happened in his gang days 'cause I woke up then.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #789 on: March 26, 2012, 07:43:11 AM »

he confuses my ID for government ID and then start telling me stuff as if I'm some kind of government agent come to investigate the place!

Yeah, that sounds like a Mel Brooks film. Or Peter Sellers.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #790 on: March 27, 2012, 02:27:41 PM »

Dreamed that WB followed up the Green Lantern episode of Duck Dodgers with an adaptation of Black Panther with T'Challa played by Daffy Duck. Yes I realise that Black Panther is Marvel, not DC, but apparently that was just one of the many things my subconscious was willing to overlook.

Now, I've never read Black Panther, so I don't know much about the character other than 1) he's African Batman and 2) he banged Storm. So I don't know how accurately he was portrayed in my incredibly offensive Bakshi-esque blaxploitation dream where beloved Looney Tunes characters dressed as pimps and drug-dealers and made liberal use of the word "nigga", where a grown-up Buster Bunny playing a young street punk pulled a switchblade that turned into a boxing glove on a spring which mortally crushed Duck Panther's throat into a comically throbbing lump, but which was quickly healed as Daffy lay suffocating to death by one of the three mystical African wizard ghosts that gave the Duck Panther his powers. I'm willing to allow that there may have been some deviations from the source material in the transition from comic book to insane night hallucination.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #791 on: March 27, 2012, 02:37:44 PM »

That sounds more like Luke Cage, except for the mystic powers part.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #792 on: March 29, 2012, 02:27:13 AM »

I went to a funeral of my grandmother's friend or something with my family and was supposed to sing with my brother and also read out lines for a scene from this lady's favourite play. After I did that, I quietly snuck out of the funeral and went to go wait in the house next door, which happened to be the house I was staying at. This girl happened to be staying there as well and we got to a minor argument about Shakespeare. We got interrupted by this one guy who was being a douche at the funeral to my brother and me who proceeded to berate yell at me I was like "Whatever, I'm going to go take a shower." I get the water going and start washing, get to the part where I was my hair and as I reach up for the shampoo bottles, I notice a thick trail of ants going from some squirted out bit of shampoo on the wall all the to OH MY GOD. TEN OR SO SPIDERS. I start freaking out and climb out of the shower with my eyes on the spiders and fumble with trying to find the doorknob. The spiders are giving birth and crawling through the top part of the wall/window in the shower. I realize there must be a lot more showers and finally get the bathroom door open and run out and see something in the hallway past the stairs. It was the douche, but he's grey, his eyes are rolled back, he had been foaming at the mouth at some point, and his stomach looks inflated to the point of popping. I turn and run, passing the stairs to warn my family and see my dad lying on the floor looking just like the douche. So I jump down the flight of stairs and start grabbing the door. I yank but it's locked. I trying to unlock it but the thick deadbolt is a bit old and it seems to be a little stuck. There's a crawling sensation on my legs and at that point I wake up freaking out.
AAAAAAUGH. I can't stop feeling crawly and itchy.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #793 on: March 29, 2012, 03:04:05 AM »

...I woke up to a bite on my arm that wasn't there before.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #794 on: March 29, 2012, 10:04:49 AM »

Had a couple of dreams this week that I feel like I need to record.

Tuesday night, god help me, I had a Homestuck dream. In this dream Hussie revealed yet another alternate timeline with yet another group of twelve trolls. I was Not-Karkat and I lived in a region that was sort of a cross between I guess Utah and the Jundland Wastes of Tatooine? Anyway me and my dumb troll friends were all trying to figure out the arcane mysteries of the Homestuckiverse and in the process of course some of them turned evil and became 10-foot tall giants with black robes and hoods, each of their faces replaced by a plain, rectangular mirror that reflected a black silhouette of the troll they had been before evilification. I (Not-Karkat) managed to escape from being trapped in a narrow ravine by them by stumbling through the fourth wall panel into Hussie's room, where I met the Creator Himself...

OK at this point I should make a point that for some reason Hussie was a sentient donut. With sprinkles. He also seemed to be—mentally, at least—a teenager.

But anyway, after basically annoying the shit out of an apathetic, morose and bakery-fresh Hussie I managed to get him to explain the task that I and my troll comrades actually had to complete. Essentially our universe was some kind of power generator for whatever project Hussie was working on, and in order to complete our quest we had to activate all twelve plasma towers to send huge lightning arcs through the sky and into Hussie's world, for reasons he wasn't about to divulge. He gave me the key to the plasma grid which was in the form of a toy robot dinosaur skull and basically told me to get back to work. He pointed out a little dirt road leading away from his house that would take me back to my universe, but as I looked down the road I could see it was blocked off by a huge black and white comic book panel depicting a crisp young gestapo-looking fellow wearing dark sunglasses, flanked by futuristic fascist stormtroopers, heading towards us. I pointed this out to Hussie, asking who they were, and he looked irritated.

"Uh, they work for my dad," he muttered.

Are you fucking shitting me? I thought, immediately seeing where this was going; This whole fucking epic adventure that decides the fate of my entire universe is just a PROLOGUE to some even LONGER epic adventure about this angsty teen webcomic author's fucking bildungsroman? At that point, I became resolved. I dashed back into Hussie's room and scrambled to find the fourth wall panel I had arrived through. Leaping back into my own universe, I made it back to Troll Canyon or whatever and reunited with my friends (and I was even thoughtful enough to give Not-Terezi a present I had swiped from Hussie's room without him noticing). Holding aloft the Dino-head Plasma Key, I explained our quest to my friends and ordered them never, under any circumstances, to ever complete it. If the plasma lightning was ever ignited, all it would do is signal our universe's existence to God's Dad and his jackbooted dimension police. No thanks! We would bury the key in the canyon and fucking forget the whole thing.

Our God, I explained to them, "doesn't fucking understand the universe, he merely invented it."
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #795 on: March 29, 2012, 11:22:40 AM »

Making separate posts for clarity and tidiness.

OK, so last night I had another Nausicaä dream. I fucking love when this happens; my Miyazaki dreams always have amazing imagery.

This one didn't have any flying sequences unfortunately but it had some very neat dream architecture. So Nausicaä has left the Valley of Wind to travel to one of the other nations of the Periphery for some reason, possibly to escape some kind of danger. She's greeted by one of the king's daughters who leads her through the village to the castle, which for some reason necessitates traversing an obscenely dangerous platforming section inside a giant aqueduct. Along the way they make small talk. The girl mentions her estranged brother and Nausicaä thinks about how none of her own ten older siblings survived past infancy because throwing in a bit of lore trivia is important for absurdly apocryphal fanfiction!

Finally the two girls reach the end of the insane Escher-like narrow catwalk dungeon and have to use the water elevator to get down to the ground level. This "elevator" consists of a vertical chimney filled with water, with a series of flues that open into a side chamber on each floor. The user must swim down this claustrophobic well until they reach one of these flues and go inside, at which point a steel portcullis slams down behind them because for some reason it's vitally important that they are now trapped inside this water-filled cell. The cell contains a mask attached to a hose that can be used to breathe air from outside, and a chain that must be pulled which rings a bell corresponding to the floor the occupant wishes to get off on. When a guard outside hears the bell, he turns the appropriate rusty crank, the metal grate opens and the well drains to the level of the destination, a high pressure torrent of water flushing the occupant down the shaft with the idea that I guess they will somehow survive and float down to where they want to be.

After Nausicaä almost drowns in this death trap, my mind goes "yyyyeeeeaaahhh... or I guess there could just be some stairs" and suddenly the entire horrible insane contraption is replaced by a comparatively safe and sensible spiral staircase.

So the king's daughter leads Nausicaä down the stairs and it has now become clear that the theme of this city is "water". It's built right on the edge of the sea and is clearly inspired by the city of Isa from Windaria, but all the buildings are made of dark, almost bluish-grey (stone? ceramic?) bricks and have a flowing, rounded look caused by erosion from the constant flow of water over centuries. The aqueducts and sea gates are the technological pride of this post-apocalyptic city, but at the same time, they're also causing it's slow destruction, as the water (which in the Nausicaä universe, let's be honest, probably isn't exactly pH-balanced in the first place) wears away at the very foundations of the city, smoothing and erasing all of mankind's works like one big sand castle.

Finally we get to the castle, which is right on the water's edge, and Nausicaä is told by a servant that the king is in his meditation room. This is a chamber in the lowest level of the castle to which the king retreats when he is feeling melancholy. It's a large, perfectly cubic room, absolutely devoid of any furnishing except wet sand. Wet sand covers the floor and cakes the walls. There are small grates in the walls and ceiling that admit a steady trickle of moisture, just enough to keep the sand damp. The sandy floor is littered with delicate towers made of this mud, and in the centre of the room stands the king, the silhouette of a strong, well-built fellow, completely covered head to toe in the same mud, looking almost like a sand sculpture himself. His arm is outstretched in front of him, and from it drips a handful of watery sand, forming a fragile stalagmite beneath.

The king greets Nausicaä warmly when he sees the two princesses enter, and he turns out to be quite an affable middle-aged gent despite his totally batshit hobby. Feel free to picture him as a somewhat subdued Brian Blessed, it's not that far off. He explains that making sand towers helps ease the troubles of his mind, and invites Nausicaä to give it a try. Curious, she scoops up a handful of sand and starts to pour it out in a lazy spiral. But as she focuses on the zen experience her mind starts to get foggy and she seems to enter some kind of trance. She begins to twirl slowly as if listening to some inaudible music, and the spiral of sand widens into kind of a sand galaxy. She starts to get feverish and suddenly collapses, the king rushing to catch her. The king and his daughter stare with amazement at the sand that has fallen from her hand; instead of a lump of plain mud, there is a glittering pile of sand rubies, a single one of which is worth a king's ransom by itself.

"What is this," mutters the king in sheer wonder, "what power does this girl have...?"

The dream ended there with the vague implication that making sand rubies is why Muska and his airship goons were after Sheeta I mean Nausicaä and that was it. Not very eventful but damn pretty.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #796 on: March 29, 2012, 02:47:14 PM »

Last night, whist R^2 played Civ 4 until 4am (he caught my insomnia...I'm the worst fiance evar), I dreamt that my landlord barged into my apartment while I was having a girl's night with some friends, and started cooking us venison he had just hunted down and butchered. It was kind of the best thing ever, actually.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #797 on: March 29, 2012, 03:13:47 PM »

You should get R^2 to go deer hunting.
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #798 on: March 29, 2012, 03:33:02 PM »

With his bear hands.

... what?
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Re: Adventures in Slumberland
« Reply #799 on: March 29, 2012, 04:20:04 PM »

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