Dreams!

[Don Alexander]

This morning, I had a pretty sick dream...

It's the zombie apocalypse. Yeah, that one. Except our zombies are different(TM), being neither shambling, rotting corpses, or virus-rage-hyped humans... They were more like the emaciated vampire creatures from the Will Smith version of I Am Legend, and they hated humanity. And they were intelligent. Like us. And they were wiping us out.

The dream was long, and very coherent, more like a movie than my usual wacky hijinx dreams. I hardly remember any of it, except that I witnessed it from the ego-shooter perspective.

And then, the zombies caught me. But they did not fall upon me and tear me apart. No, no.

Instead, I find myself in a classroom of a school, and the room is full of zombies sitting at the school desks. And they hold court over me, a sham trial. And here, the perspective changes. I am sitting among the spectators, and yet I am standing up there behind the teachers desk. It's like an out-of-body experience, because I am one and the same.

I am naked. No weapons, no armor, not even any normal clothing to protect my feeble form from these lithe and terrifying new rulers of the Earth. And in front of me is a zombie who is all in one: judge, jury and... executioner. For the sentence can be but one: DEATH!

Rest blacked out for gore
After pronouncing the verdict, the creature slams its clawed hand into my stomach region... and tears my intestines out! I am totally eviscerated, a huge streaming pile of guts erupts from my lower body cavity, along with floods of blood. And through some dark magic, my heart, as well as my lungs, still connected to my bowels, get ripped out as well. And all this time, the me in the audience is watching. Watching myself die. The naked me behind the desk has a face frozen in utter shock, not yet realizing that I should be dead. I grow pale as my blood streams forth, then I feebly turn toward the classroom, gaze at the creatures who have slain me with their collective hate. and I speak one final word. It is: "Cheers." Then I collapse to my knees, and disappear from view.

I, the audience, am utterly sickened by this. Not in a fear way, I am strangely detached by my own death, but in a "OMG, I'm gonna be sick!" way. I don't puke, though. Also not IRL.

Suddenly, my POV is behind the desk, more like a camera than a me. A pale arm reaches upward, and dying me, still not quite dead, grasps the bottom edge of the chalkboard (you know, that little trough where water is supposed to run off and the chalk gets all gooey...). I somehow drag myself up on shaking knees, my guts hanging out of a huge dark red cavern in my self. I find a piece of chalk, and scribble on the board: "CHEERS" I write it again, both my orthography and my handwriting breaking apart more and more. But again and again, I try to write CHEERS, as some kind of final happy spite. I will not hate you., You have killed me, but I will say goodbye with a verbal smile...

And I died.

And the dream faded, and I woke up.

That was kind of disturbing, you know, subconscious?

[Otaku201]

I forgot we had this thread. And here I texted my dream of yira to her personally instead of sharing it with everyone. Oh well.

I had a strange dream of me being a winston wolf type character in the future. Was saving one of my current coworkers from prison.

[Iceman]

So, put me in Rawenclaw if you will. I had a sort of a nightmare this time, around 1 o'clock, I dreamt that I got 20% in epidemiology, and it haunted me the whole night, to such extent, that I had to check it when I got up, just to be sure.

Man, I hate this.

[Tenjen]

Porn and watching pony episodes into the night did not help.

Not what you think. CELESTIA walked into my dream having sex with a wonderfully charming lady. A lot of build up interacting with this lady before the sexiness started followed by the interruption harrumph...

She was all startled

[MerchManDan]

The Princess, or your lady-friend?

So, had a couple of dreams I've been meaning to post here. In one, I seemed to be an Imperial Officer in the Warhammer 40K universe, but something was...wrong with everything. It was the Imperium of Man, but there were giant statues of (I think) Nurgle all over the place - humanoid, but eyeless & having a huge toothy maw on a bloated stomach. It was pretty gross. Also, mass transportation the size of sandcrawlers but WAY faster, and I was trying to escape except there was nowhere to go.

In another dream, I was hugging my dog (whom I had been forced to leave behind when a roommate kicked me out a couple of years ago & hadn't seen since) close to my chest. She was leaning against me, just like she always used to. That is pretty much it.

If either of these dreams are some sort of premonition, that would really suck.

[MerchManDan]

Double post because nobody else has dreams like I have dreams!!

Couple of nights ago, dreamt I was a vampire (or, at least, able to turn into a bat at will) and in Nazi Germany. I was in a mansion that the Nazis were renovating, and there was a daycare (?) I had to sneak through except I didn't have any pants. So, quick thinker that I was, I just marched on through, half-dressed as a SS officer without pants, and nobody said a word to me. Turned into a bat when I had to sneak through a large hallway, for some reason. Got to the ground floor & found a male & female couple of actual SS officers gettin' it on, so - since I'm apparently a pervert - I stayed long enough to spy on them. They realized I was watching them & called the alarm, but I got away by letting the dream suddenly change. Now, I'm still in a mansion that's being renovated, but I'm me and alone in the kitchen, using the microwave to warm up...something. Then I wake up.

Oh right, almost forgot: The SS officers were my aunt & her fiance.

[yiraheerai]

So, I had a series of dreams about twin sisters last night. One was fairly normal and old fashion literature nerd. The other had the powers to control electronics and metals with her mind and her hands. I don't know how she got the powers or how they work, exactly. She could have stuck a finger in an electrical socket at a nuclear power plant for all I know. I do know that she loved it and messed with things as much as she could. Sometimes, she'd troll people with it. Other times, she was saving someone with it. I can't remember exact instances except for a few.

There's a scene where the family goes into a store and she automatically goes for the electronics because that's her world, her playplace. She played with the TVs, the electronic readers, etc like an orchestra and her sister just frowned a bit in disapproval and asked why she could never read a regular book. I guess she saw her sister as power hungry. Maybe she was jealous. I have no idea. The way things whirled around her, though, were simply beautiful. I could never come up with words to describe the scene. I just know that I was watching this dream going *_____*

Another time, she saved a family that was clashing with her own. They were Cleaver-esque in their perfection, where as the power twin family was more... slapstick comedy sort of family. They're good, but in a medium way. I mean, they let their daughter mess around with her powers in a "I DO WHAT I WANT" fashion. Whatever, she got them, it's normal for them.

...ANYWAY, there's a news crew around and the Cleaver-clones talk about someone they helped to take down and say something like "I don't consider us heroes, if you want real heroes.. Come on out here!"

Cue family stepping out of their hiding place, covered in manure like, "I hate you so much right now."

The last one I remember, someone from their past trapped the girl with powers and she knew she had to get rid of him.. so she concentrated everything on making the building around them collapse. It was a little out of her league, but I could feel and sort of hear the foundations creaking and groaning and the guy's got a grip on her telling her, no, she's NOT going to do this. Like screaming at her was going to make her stop. Yeah.

Part of me wants to write something out of this but.. I just don't know how to do the dream justice.

[Dirty n Evil]

Had a dream that bothered me quite a bit recently. It was three nights ago, but it's stuck with me. I was different in that I had let the darker side of my personality surface, and the dream was showing me how different my life would be. I had power, I had money, and I had women. But I was clearly not happy, either. While I'd allowed all the nastier parts of my personality take free reign, I had been more successful than I could have dreamed... but because of the means that I had taken to gather all that I had, I held nothing but disdain for it. I looked around at the fine mansion I lived in, and thought on the family that I had driven out through nefarious means simply because I wanted it. I admired the fine things that filled my house, and considered only the terrible things I'd done or forced others to do that allowed me to live this life of priviledge. I had women, plural - but they were all superficial, caring only to share in the finery I owned. I influenced political events, but I scowled at the toadies and spineless simpletons that I manipulated.

One side of the coin, this is my subconscious telling me that I'm living an honest life to be proud of. The flip side of that same coin tells me that no matter which life I lead, I seem to be unhappy either with the results or the process through which I might acquire things. I can't have my cake and eat it.

[Azrael]

So they say, but no one ever says anything about pie!

[MerchManDan]

Whew! I'm saved from making a forbidden Triple Post. (dun dun DUNNNN)

Couple of nights ago, dreamt I had hair. Not just any hair, but long, thick, luxurious hair that I kept brushing just to make it look good for some kind of meeting. As I brushed it, however, it began to turn blue; gradually going from my usual light brown to navy blue to a rather alarming shade between sky and robin's egg. Also, the sides of my head were suddenly shaved, producing what could have been a pretty wicked mohawk if I had thought to use hairspray. But I didn't, I just tied it back & went to my meeting. At a library downtown, as it happens. I met a young lady I'm acquainted with through a certain dating site and the occasional concert; she was actually looking far more respectable than I was, which was quite a switch.

Y'know, I've been shaving my head for several years, now. Not once in my whole life have I dyed my hair (when I had it) any colour, let alone a primary colour. But somehow, suddenly having long cyan locks seemed perfectly normal & not completely absurd at all. Isn't some part of my mind supposed to NOTICE when something like that is amiss??

[Adamas]

Nope, everything is logical in dreams, unless you're a Lucid dreamer then you're just screwed.

[GothPoet]

So, I think I've been visiting Not Always Right too much lately.

I dreamed I was ordering a milk shake, and I wanted a Mint Chocolate Chip shake. (This despite that I'm not a fan of mint ice-cream, but I digress.)

I told the guy I wanted a Milk Chocolate Chip shake.

He replied a Chocolate Chip shake.

I reiterated I wanted a Milk Chocolate Chip shake.

He proceeds to make a Mint Chocolate Chip shake.

So, apparently, my subconscious is a bad customer, and people in dreams can read minds and do what customers want, rather than what they say, which many seem to expect in real life.

[Adamas]

That explains why so many customers are such pillocks! They think we can read their filthy minds!

[Dirty n Evil]

I had a bizarro dream a few nights ago. In the dream I was working as part of the midnight shelving team for a department store. However, the midnight shelving team consisted of myself, my roomie Paul, and my friend Zeus. And there wasn't that much work to actually do, so we mostly just goofed around much of the night. Except that my cat Saskia was there, too - and seemingly quite comfortable to be there with me, which is odd since Saskia freaks out any time she's not at home. And not just Saskia, but also the cats my roomie had when he was in high school... Varmint, Lucifer, Boots, and Patches. They've all since passed on in real life, but they were all playing in the store, too.

And then suddenly, out in the parking lot in front of the store, an explosion that was mostly fiery happened. It rattled the front of the store, and the deep rumble of the explosion made us all jump. The first thing we do is make sure all of the cats are all right. They're fine, just shaken. Then we grab the little hand fire extinguishers and head outside, because while this flash fireball was not dissimilar to a suddenly ignited patch of flammable gas, there are little spots of fire lingering about. Including one or two on our cars, which were parked outside while we worked. So we doused our cars, and Zeus and myself started to address a problem spot here or there on the front face of the building while my roomie call the fire department.

And that's it. That was the dream. WTF?

[Dirty n Evil]

Had another violent dream. This one took place at my job.

Working at a pharmacy there is a very slight (almost improbable) chance that we might be robbed. A year ago, in a different pharmacy, a man in Tampa robbed one asking for drugs. I dreamed that this exact scenario came about. Two men with ski masks, armed with automatic pistols. I've been involved in an armed robbery before, I know how to behave. In the dream I didn't look them in the eyes, but stayed aware. Then there was a moment when I just... know that they were going to hurt someone. Accidentally, intentionally, it didn't matter.

The one nearest me was walking around most of the employees, ensuring our cooperation, while the other armed gunman was filling the pillowcase he had with him with the drugs he was looking for. It was when the gunman nearest was walking by that I acted without looking to cue him. With my left hand, I grabbed the wrist of his right arm (the one holding the pistol) and I punched as hard and as sharply as I could at the inside of his wrist. Loosening his ability to grip the gun. Without pausing, I pulled on that wrist I held even as I stepped in and drove the elbow of my right arm into his throat. As he fell, scrambling for breath, I stripped him of the gun.

I have never held a gun before in my life. But in the dream, I remember the weight of the pistol. It's heavier than I expect, but I don't pause. I turn towards the other robber, brush my finger over the safety to ensure that it's disabled, and in a two handed grip drop to one knee and start pulling the trigger multiple times. Aiming low, expecting the recoil to make the barrel rise as I continue to fire. In my head, I remember this statistic I heard once about how on average in police shootings only 1 in 10 bullets strike their targets. My motivation for firing and firing. Every recoil stings my palms and smacks back on my own wrists and elbows. After five shots are fired, I realize I've struck him twice... better aiming than I expect. Once in the right hip, a second bullet dead center of his torso.

As soon as I see him fall, I turn back towards the robber that I took the gun from, and I kick him in the head to ensure that he's incapacitated. Then I walk quickly up to the robber that I shot, and I'm yelling. "I hate guns!!!" I'm aware of my co-workers frozen around me, shocked by the sudden violence more than they were by the robbery. I'm shaking with adrenaline. My mouth is dry. Looking down at the robbery I've shot, I see him bleeding profusely. I snap at a co-worker Orlando, and tell him to make sure the robber I elbowed doesn't have any other weapons. Then I pass the gun off to my co-worker Christina while I get on a pair of surgical gloves and go to inspect just how badly I've shot this guy. I'm tearing at his t-shirt using the bullet holes to work outwards from, and shouting for someone to call 911.

This is where people at my workplace start to come to their senses, and they begin to question why I'm taking charge the way that I am. All I know is that someone needed to, and yet once I've addressed the threat everyone starts questioning me again. Here I am, pressing firmly around the vacinity of the wound to the one robber's chest to reduce the bleeding, internally freaking out that I might have just killed someone, maybe two if I struck the other robber too hard in the throat, and they're quibbling about me asserting myself.

I slept horribly last night. Kept having flashbacks of this dream at work.