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DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

Weird night. Got to bed at a reasonable hour, did wake up in the middle of the night for bathroom purposes, but got back to sleep pretty quickly. Even so, when the planned alarm went off, I shut it off and went to the alarm I use on days when I have to work. But I wound up hitting snooze until when the alarm would go off on days after I've worked.

First dream was a military/training/job related dream again. We're all sitting around being briefed on something that reminds me of an exercise or something that I just got back from a few weeks earlier. In fact one of the people there reminds me of someone I met at the exercise. I start to say something but I realize I can't remember her name or the name of the exercise so I shut up because I don't want to explain how I'm forgetting stuff that just happened. We break for lunch and another guy says he knows the exercise I'm talking about but can't remember the name either but he's got paperwork from it back at his place, which is nearby. So me, him, a civilian contractor (who, for some reason, is a recurring character and is played by the Watson actor from "Sherlock"), and a relatively cute female Navy officer go back to his place. Watson apparently lives at a really shitty place for some reason and we make small talk about not having ever been there, being sorry he's stuck there, and not ever wanting to visit him.

Other memorable dream was basically a Godzilla movie, only it was like, Indian or Israeli or something. Something about the monsters was "off" and the actors were not Japanese. The premise is, like, aspects of this monster are menacing cities all over the world, but there's one main monster. I'm not clear if defeating all the aspects will destroy the main one or they need to destroy the main one to destroy all the aspects. I'm also not clear if I was in this or I was just watching it like a TV show.
 
Dreamed I was in one of the stories I used to write, seemed like a really cool way of introducing the characters too, as a new member of the team was introduced to the others via holograms of each character saying who they were and what their skills were.
 
I'd gone back in time to the 70s tried to buy a load if vintage toys to put on eBay when I got back, but ran into trouble trying to pay with credit cards and money from the future.
 
More goddamned military dreams. And more goddamned waking up at 4am, not being able to get back to sleep--in spite of being tired--and eventually getting back to sleep but dreaming I'm still awake.

I finally realized I was asleep because I was in the military and had to get up for physical fitness and realized no one else from my unit was in the locker room. Headed out to the hallway to try to find out from someone what was going on and noticed 3-4 people from my unit going into the stairwell dressed like they were going skiing or to a football game or something. So I'm changing into a sweater and realizing I want a different shirt under it but the sweater gets stuck halfway on and halfway off. I'm trying not to panic and think of what to do when I realize I'm asleep and thus not stuck in a sweater.

Then in the morning I was duty officer. Was supposed to meet up with some other officer about something--but I was also past-due to walk the area (it's like being a security guard, you check doors and make sure no one's tapped into the computer network wiring, etc). Eventually I realized the person I was supposed to see wouldn't be back for an hour or so so I did my walk and put it in the log. But then I realized I'd...well first of all, the log was just some 4x6" 3 ring binder manual for something that we'd just written over the printed material, but I realized I'd stupidly written my entry in the middle of the previous day. So then I had to line that out and initial it and make up a proper log entry. Someone was trying to show me how to do it and I was like "I know how to do it. I can make a better log entry than these," but of course I couldn't remember how. And the usual method of just going back in the log and copying someone else's entry with the right info wasn't working because the log was so illegible.

So yeah. Apparently it is now impossible for me to wake up before 10am--even on weekends. I've got to get a job that has regular hours--or not have a job because I no longer need one. Switching between a night schedule and a day schedule 2 nonconsecutive days a week sucks.
 
More military dreams, mixed with dorm/student government and a few other things. Starting out with actual field training instead of the usual war-game/staff work, we're learning some kind of special forces stuff from Royal Marines or somesuch. (My brain was too lazy to provide any dialog so it didn't have to deal with accents.) Then we're jogging back to base and if you're too slow you're going to have to do push-ups, which is apparently supposed to be good-natured fun but I've always thought it was childish and stupid. Technically the girl I'm running with gets there in time but I'm too slow (she dropped some kind of notes or manual and I picked it up and fumbled with it, trying to get it in my pocket) but I manage to get on the side that doesn't have to do push-ups. At this point random people in civilian clothes are showing up and also cutting into the line to the point that the commander gets annoyed and says it is "an ethics violation" to avoid doing your push-ups.

This somehow morphs into student government training and someone is asking if we really have to have a paint code if we are requisitioning work by facilities maintenance. And for some reason I'm explaining that you really don't need one; it's nice, but they can do color matching, besides, there are some things (and it's like a pink granite tile or something) that won't have a paint code and can't be matched exactly.

Then I'm at some kind of swinger party or something. A girl I've hooked up with before is there with her date and...it isn't clear if I have a date or just someone I'm hoping to hook up with, but it looks like both our dates have disappeared so I'm flirting with her but she's noncommittal.

OK. Just remembered another part. I think this fits in before the swinger party but don't remember. So we're graduating and getting diplomas and transcripts and such. Love Interest girl is in some disagreement about money (she turns out to be wrong) and I'm explaining to someone how the diplomas having been printed in China isn't necessarily a bad thing. Then we've got to go somewhere (the party? No, some college thing) and I stop at this road underpass. Part of the bridge is one side of the stump of a massive tree with a sort of shelter under the bridge and stonework on the other side. I've stopped my car because I have some kind of plans for renovating the space and the girl comes in and is annoyed because we're going to be late for the thing and she has to be there in light of her money argument or something. So yeah, some sort of common themes there, but again, packaged up in a new way with some new content that I don't really understand.

I think the military training theme reflects that most people find military training annoying and stupid and that's my take on life in general. So when I'm annoyed with things I get a military training dream.
 
The ants were everywhere.
Luckily, it was just a dream.

Also in one of my dreams I camped outside,ade my own tent with a tarp and used a thick blanket to sleep on.
 
Oh, and student government is stupid and useless. The school allows it because it is a good education for the students, but if they try to do anything too stupid the school will quickly cut them off at the knees. Student government has no power; only the *illusion* of power. It is play government. So likely that is dovetailing with the military theme and that I feel like the things I'm doing are pointless busywork.
 
I was at some kind of park or resort with my son, we saw a helicopter ride for a pound per ride, which I thought was very reasonable for a ride in a real helicopter, we didn't get on though as was waiting for my wife to show up so all three of us could go.

She never turned up
 
As if on cue, another student government one. This time I'd been roped into joining and they had me present a resolution they'd written up themselves and it wasn't worded at all in a persuasive--or even readable--way. So I'm trying to sell it and people are getting fed up and walking out. There were a few that were even less exciting later on in the night, but I've forgotten them already. Only reason I remembered this one is that I'd just been talking about it.
 
I was in some kind of hotel where they had pools on different levels, I started climbing higherz one level had old retired film stars, the next had biomechanical monsters, as I got higher I started walking round the back of the hotel and into a security area, then a robotic cactus started spinning and all its spikes flew into my back, I gave myself a quick injection os the nerotoxin wouldn't immediately kill me, but it didn't protect me from my body convulsing like I had been hit by 100 tasers, and my speech and thoughts were just KS and zs, like I was crackling. Woke then.
 
A sort of high-school themed one. Only my brain was lazy and used grad school classrooms and students. I had some kind of cold and didn't want to go to school but for some reason I had to go. The lesson was stupid and badly designed and the students were amusing themselves with practical jokes. Then they pulled me out of the class to talk to the guidance counselor/psychologist to figure out what made me so special, except he was an idiot who had no idea how to interact with a person. Meanwhile my cold kept getting worse and worse.
 
Fallout-themed one again, so this needs context:

In (my heavily modded version of) Fallout: New Vegas, I've replaced the game's normal "fast travel" system with two slightly less immersion breaking mods: One allows you to travel with merchant caravans, and the other allows you to travel by train -- as in, go to a train station, use a computer terminal to buy a ticket, wait for a train to show up, get on the train, and off you go to whatever station you bought a ticket for.

On to the dream.

I'm walking around downtown Tempe, having a perfectly good time, experiencing this, "Oh, thank fuck, I'm finally home!" feeling... when I realize... oh, yeah. I actually don't live here, anymore.

Awww...

Well, it's getting toward sundown, and I think... y'know? Maybe I'll just say 'fuck it' and stay here, anyway. I mean, I've been on the street in Tempe before, why the fuck not?

Except in the dream, it was around November -- and I don't know how many here know this, but even deserts get fucking cold in the winter, for the same reason they get hellishly hot in the summer.

Soooo... fine. Guess I'd better go home. So I do what apparently comes naturally, and look for the railroad tracks... follow them to the train station... and find that there's no computer terminal outside the station. Door's locked, so I can't check for one inside. It's about this time that I realize I have to pee, which wakes me up.
 
I slept with my professor, who was a mix between Don Draper and George Clooney from "O Brother Where art thou" (because he talked so much)

It is probably the most sex I have ever had in a dream that I can remember.

There was a 2nd part to my dream but now I can't remember. I think I tried to seduce someone but then it didn't turn out. Oh! There was something to do w/ ancient artifacts. Yeah this makes a lot of sense. There was a house filled with scenes from battles and this person broke in to the house-that I was staying in or was relatives of? and then he started smashing them-but it was symbolic like smashing wars, and then he wanted to steal 2 pieces, but I got them back when I offered to kiss him and he refused.

And then I remember a bunch of kittens and puppies right before I woke up.
 
I had a rare dream where I got to have sex last night too. And not just sex but fairly kinky sex. With, of course, a lot of being a contractor at on office in a job I hate while wearing pajamas.

As I remember it, I was with a group in some kind of building with lots of rooms and/or campus of buildings, and we're all standing around, talking about how much we hate our jobs and there's one girl here who doesn't work with us, she does porn. And she's shooting some fairly filthy hardcore stuff that day, right there. But, she says, at least she doesn't have to work a lot. Of course at that point I start wandering around, hoping to stumble on the porn shoot and that, in dream logic, they'll just invite me to be in it. I missed the girl we'd been talking with, but at one point they had a girl tied up that I got to fuck. She didn't want me to put my balls in her mouth so I didn't even try for anal.

At some point I had to get back to work. The company I was working for used a lot of contractors, but they had a change of management to Dick Jones from "Robocop" and he was getting rid of all us contractors to do the work in-house--which was fine because I hated the job anyway. And he was going to make all the in-house people wear office attire instead of pajamas.
 
Dang it, the more I think about it the more I realize if you're making porn and the tied up girl says she doesn't want you to stick your balls in her mouth, that's when you *should* stick your balls in her mouth. This is probably why no one ever asks me to do porn. :(
 
I had 1 ball in my mouth in my dream.

I took a nap in the afternoon and dreamt I lived in a community-similar to when I did live in a community in the moutains. But no one would eat lunch with me. I woke up lonely.
 
I was attending a course at college, I must have been late because the lesson had already started, everyone else had instructions but they wouldn't give me any for being late.

I jus got more and more frustrated, left the room, then kids started trying to spit on me and throw snowballs at me, one was worse than the rest and thought he could do anything because his dad was Freddie Flintoff.

I went back into the classroom and things had got worse, there were so many people in there that when I say down I was squashed between two fat women.

At this point I said fuck it and stormed out the class, got in my car and drove away, the Flintoff kid and his two mates were in the way of me pelting my car with snowballs, so I ran them over.

Woke up before I would have to deal with the consequences.
 
I have been having dreams but they aren't particularly noteworthy or rememberable. Last one I remember, we (the family--most of whom are dead) were out to dinner in some fancy supper club and I kept farting/sharting/needing to go to the bathroom. And as an added embarrassment I kept not having pants on.
 
Most recent dream involved learning to rapid-fire a lever-action rifle at a firing range. It was actually quite a lot of fun, except that I became fully aware that it was a dream when I started outdoing a guy with an AR and was like, "Yeah, okay, this isn't right..."
 
Some kind of family gathering. The UPS guy (girl, actually) was all the way in the driveway. Meanwhile some girls in a...convertible?...were getting ready to throw firecrackers at the car in front of them, out on the street, where traffic was stopped by someone making a left turn. Assorted cats, dogs, and kittens kept trying to get out every time someone used the door.
 
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