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DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

Had a fuckin' weird one last night. I was in amongst a crowd of a few hundred people at some kind of processing station to get their super powers taken away (probably my brain pulled that out of a recent episode of The Flash), except I didn't have superpowers and I was just trying to find the Subway that was supposed to be around there somewhere because it was my lunch break. I finally find the Subway and it's Scarlet Witch behind the counter. Fuckin' weird. I order my sammich, she rings me up and hands it to me, at which point my hand does some weird glowy shit and my sammich liquefies. Then she tries to make out with me.

WTF, brain. Just WTF. I wanted my sammich, not superpowers.
 
I've been having lots and lots of dreams lately--but they don't stick. I'd have lost this one too, but I read a news article this morning on sleep habits that jogged my memory:

I'm at some kind of huge...sleepover?...at a house. For some reason I've brought a sectional futon thing. But everyone there are inconsiderate slobs and they've moved around parts of the sectional and there's clothes and stuff piled on the other parts. So I passive-agressively start stuffing the clothes into drawers and hampers and whatever I can find. But before I can move the sectional back together, I realize I've overslept my brand-new day job. For some reason I don't want to call them on my second day so I'm trying to find clean clothes to put on. Then I remember that I was going to go home so I didn't pack any clothes. But I still can't find my shoes anywhere. I look so long that I'm late for my existing afternoon job too. That's when my current idiot boss, who's wearing nothing but panties comes and tells me I can't find my shoes because they thought it would be funny to lock them in the safe in the kitchen.
 
Here's a weird one:

Wandering around some random city. (I have a lot of dreams along this theme for some reason!) and the main drag is like a freakin' freeway. And although it's six lanes wide and a few miles long, one side of it is entirely taken up by just one truly MASSIVE building. Looks like some gaudy monstrosity halfway between a shopping mall and a casino, like 30 stories tall on the ends going up to about 60 in the middle. The building had to be like 10 square miles, per floor. Well, for the first 30 stories, anyway.

The freeway/street is on a sort of downhill slope, so to save some time, I grab what looks like a big plastic shopping cart, hop on it, and sorta ride it down the hill, somehow managing to steer it around various obstacles in the bike lane of this freeway. Eventually I come to what looks like a bridge. The street levels out, so the shopping cart thing becomes useless. Then two cop cars pull up behind me and the cops pile out.

At first I'm worried they're after me for riding around on the shopping cart thing like it was some kind of skateboard, but that's not it at all. They're yelling at me to get back behind them because there's a tiny hammerhead shark skating around on the pavement. I don't know WTF they're yelling about until it see it. It's about the size of a smallish housecat, and it's somehow "swimming" on the surface of the roadway. So I start heading toward the cops and now it's following me around, circling and such and trying to nip at my feet. So I start hovering along above the surface of the street, but it's physically tiring to do, and meanwhile the little fucker won't get out from underfoot.

The moral of the story is, never drink Early Times bourbon, that cheap shit fucks with your head.
 
I just woke up from a dream where I got kissed by 2 of my girlfriends on the same day.
WTF
NOT FAIR
So NOT FAIR
Why
Why
Why
Why must it only be a dream?
 
Come to look back on it, I wonder if that last dream I related wasn't similar to a couple previous ones. The one where I'm riding around in an autonomous car with the AI that was being an asshole and showing me weird Tron cities on the internal displays/"windows" instead of the actual city, and the one where I got off the "flying bus" and was in a city called "Patschauk: Pearl of the Night Eye" on an animated computerized map that folded and felt in the hands exactly like paper.

I had the same "this isn't on Earth" feeling in all three.

Like across the galaxy somewhere, there's a planet with this city with ridiculously immense casino/malls, flying buses, and autonomous cars in it. Doesn't explain the "street shark" though.

Unless it wasn't really a shark and my Earth-bound frame of reference was just interpreting some weird alien wildlife the only way it knew how.
 
Two vignettes that I remembered today: For some reason I was invited to come on stage with Johnny Cash to perform a number. It must be 1970's-ish. Cash doesn't have any grey hair, but he's sporting big hair and a beard. And for some reason he's wearing a Clint Eastwood-style poncho. So I've got sunglasses and a poncho too and come up onstage--only to go backstage for a bit and then realize I've forgotten how to play the ukulele. As Cash goes back out onstage he throws off his poncho so I throw mine off too. Kind of stupid to put it on for just 5 seconds, I think. Happily the dream changes before I have to stand onstage like an idiot in front of thousands.

Later me and some nondescript friends are in some kind of video arcade and there's an Asteroids game that has a credit on it. One of my friends can't figure out how to start the game so I get frustrated and start playing it. Only it's like, a mechanical Asteroids game: The "ships" are on little tank treads and drive around on a painted wood board, under glass with things lighting up and the alien ships on extending cranes or something that go out over the board. It's all very confusing and all my friends keep getting "GAME OVER" while I just keep playing. Eventually we decided to go see if there was an actual Space Invaders game.
 
I had a couple of dreams last night and they are already fading from my mind, one was about betrayal and the other was about, well it was another lesbian dream.
 
I decided to sleep all day just so I could have some awesome dreams and it worked.

The last dream I had ended with a group of us staring up at the night sky and we could see the moon iluminated and turning brown as the sun shone on "elephants in the sky" and along the path of the light we could see astrological chart like lines, stars and diagrams. It was such a phenomenal sight to see. There was also a story to go along with it, but I didn't get to hear it.
 
Beginning at 25 seconds this is similar to what I saw illuminated in the sky.
Was it a foreshadowing of what I would see today?
I am halfway kidding and halfway tripped out because I was watching Alanis Morissette videos just now and saw this one.

 
Wow, speaking of Alanis-Self Magazine just did an article on her-as she is pregnant at age 45.


Now I am really tripping out. How can my 8 elephant dream lead me to one of Alanis's songs and then Self Magazine just posted this article today?! Like 6 hours ago!
I think I am connected to Alanis somehow. But the interview was done in May-so I am thinking she has already had her baby by now.
 
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So I've noticed that taking melatonin results in some weird and extremely vivid dreams.

Tonight: Dreamed I was in the Fallout universe, but I was "Lebowski Thor" from Avengers: Endgame. I'm explaining the similarity of "fast travel" in Fallout and Borderlands to the Persian King from 300 while eating barbecued chicken. Every now and then he starts standing too close, so I start getting less than neat about eating the barbecued chicken, which is disgusting and causes him to back up again.

Scene shifts a little and I find myself down on the banks of a river. Only there's weird shit floating by in the river, like partially submerged houses and giant 1950s doll heads. I find a bow and a quiver of arrows on a picnic table and start taking potshots at the shit floating by in the river, at which point Mordecai from Borderlands shows up and it turns into a contest. So now when either of us shoots something, there's a "Ding!" sound. Until I go and shoot one of the giant doll heads in the eye, at which point it starts cussing us out as it floats away down the river. That's about when I wake up.
 
Well, for whatever reason, I remembered a bunch of dreams this morning. One dream was even a sequel so I remembered one I had on a previous night. Details are a little morphable so I may simplify or omit some points:

I'm in a co-ed dorm and my roommate is showing me the new calendar the art department made. Somehow Max Planck comes up--although in this reality he's an artist, not a physicist. And, to my surprise research shows he's not dead. So I joke that I'm going to invite him to come see my roommate's calendar.
She said to have him write her a letter if he comes.

Tonight's dream, Max Planck showed up. Looked like the actor who plays Darth Vader's grandson. He was very nice and likable and I gave him a little tour of the campus. Then I asked him if he'd write my roommate a letter, but then I couldn't find any paper. And I realized I didn't know our address. Furthermore, since mail delivery wasn't reliable in the dorm, most people just got PO boxes in town. I'm hitting myself for not arranging any of this in advance, but then who really thinks Max Planck is actually going to show up?! By the time I get down to the lobby hes gone. He found some paper and left a nice note, though.

Then I'm working someplace that involves physical labor and gets very dirty. And they have co-ed showers--but not nearly enough of them. So I decide to go help this girl I've got some chemistry with soap up. (Different girl from the other dream--which, while the dorms were co-ed, was completely nonsexual.) Things are proceeding nicely until she remembers this survey we were invited to take and if you filled one out you got a free...something. Widget. Gift card. I dunno. But it wasn't working on her phone, so she had to go borrow a friend's phone.

At which point I'm working at some strip club. 1990s Michael Douglas may or may not be the owner. His manager has to do something so I need to be ready to introduce the male amateur night strippers (does any strip club have female strippers but then a male amateur night!?) This kind of bums me out because I'd been hoping to compete. Then the owner comes by and gives me an envelope of cash for the winner of the amateur contest and another envelope of cash for less clearly defined purposes. Change? Discretionary funds? For my hard work? I mention the announcing and he says not to worry about it. Then I remember I don't work there anymore so I'm hoping the second envelope is pay for me coming in even though yesterday was my last day. It isn't. The owner takes back both envelopes (and it kind of annoys me when I see the envelopes have my handwriting on them. These bastards are still using the system I came up with all that time ago but has anyone ever thanked me?) Anyway, he also tells me to go get what's in the Evel Knievel lunchbox but I tell him I took that home when I left so I'll have to get if for him when I get home.

That's it.

Now I'm a little nervous about checking my Evel Knievel lunchbox. If it's full of cash does that mean I have to go hunt down an imaginary strip club owner to return it to?
 
Oh, and at some point in the dream I decided to start carrying a gun, but this is problematic because I can't find a practical way to carry it that works for me so I keep losing it and having to go back and get it from my coat or bag or wherever that I set down and forgot had my gun in it.
 
Dreamed I was first in at work, super early, so for some reason I put porn on the pc, then in my dream I fell asleep, when I woke up everyone else had come into work, and the porn was still playing at full volume. I wondered how the hell I was going to explain this and woke up for real.
 
As of this week, I quit my job. Didn't want to. It makes things needlessly complicated. And I used to enjoy it. But I wound up getting transferred to a micromanaging demoralizing idiot at exactly the same time corporate really embraced a starvation diet fiscal policy. When vocally disagreeing with the "the beatings will continue until morale improves" tack that was being taken didn't work, I opted to move on.

Which may help explain recent dreams--and is almost necessary to understand today's dream: In one part, we had, like a relay of 3-4 people loading boxes into a container. One person had to travel all over and only got to load broken defective boxes and never got caught up. Don't remember too much about that dream.

The other part, which was an extension of a recurring dream, where I go somewhere (a school or something) and wind up getting cooler housing that everyone--like a big old run-down luxury apartment--but then get downgraded to shabbier and shabbier housing. In this dream I had to sleep on the floor of the theater/entertainment room. And it was a 3 shift operation, so there were always people watching TV/movies. So my stuff is piled on the floor around me and I'm trying to sleep while there's something on that one clique really wants to watch. I'm looking around because it seems like I'm the only person who has to live in the theater but then one of my ex coworkers points to his pile of stuff while he's also trying to sleep. Another guy notices me and gives me a hard time that I left and I say I had to because it was time and he says he knows but he had to bust my balls a bit. Some other things happened but I forget them.

I wonder what dreams you have when you're dying. I guess I'll find out, sooner or later.
 
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