The Weird Dream Thread!

[Haywire]

Okay, a couple nights ago, I dreamed about Ord, Nebraska. There is not much notable about Ord, except that it is roughly in the center of Nebraska, and it rhymes with "bored". I lived there when I was 8-10 years old, around 1989-1991. I found my original trio of Insecticons at a garage sale there, and remember a hardware store had a new-old-stock Scourge that I was not allowed to buy. The Ord library was particularly nice, with a well-stocked children's section. Maybe the most memorable thing to me is that it was the last place I felt safe walking or riding my bike around as a kid by myself, but I haven't had much, if any, thought about Ord in years.

So in the dream, my wife and I were traveling and somehow wound up in Ord. We stopped at a HyVee (largest local grocery chain), and my wife was unusually giddy to check it out, despite the fact that it was clearly under renovation and very chaotic and messy inside. When I finally got her out of the store, I thought I would show her some of the places I remembered as a kid, but everything had changed. There were factories and skyscrapers, something like a cross between Biff Tannen's 1985 Hill Valley and Blade Runner. I remember feeling vaguely unsettled, like things were somewhat dystopian and we were attracting too much attention as outsiders. And about there is where I woke up.

 

[Videomaster21XX]

I was on a campus I think. I needed to shower but there were no towels. There was a line of people trying to get towels. I phased through the locked office door and began to search the back areas. I found a big room where towels were being washed. Full of staff. I got to the back and saw a towel on the wall. Two men were there guarding them. I phased through the wall to the outside. I could see through the wall and see what they were doing. I grabbed the towel through the wall which alerted the two men. I began to walk around the building, going past an open counter area where they could pass stuff out. One of the guys figured out someone took it through the wall, and ran to the counter area and saw me, knowing it was me. He called me over and I ended up giving it back. He then asked if we wanted to make out. We kissed for a second before I went. "Hey wait a minute. I'm not into guys. Something weird is going on." I then picked up a cup and charged it with magical energy. I threw it down on the counter, and everything rippled.

"I knew it! This is a magical simulation!" I then charged an orange/pinkish orb of energy in my hand and yelled "Spell break!" Throwing it on the ground, causing the world around us to shake and shift. I know the guys tried to stop me, but I think I had a partner who also got stuck in the simulation fight them. I jumped up and began to charge a much MUCH larger orb of energy. I then yelled. "Bowser!" And for some reason Bowser was there and he began to charge an orb just as big. We threw our orbs down and the world began to crack. Energy leaked through the cracks and the world crumbled. I then found myself in the Crystal Empire of pony. A witch girl is trapped in my energy crater I made with the orb. The one who created the simulation. She was upset at being captured but took a win for something she did, but I can't recall. Then the lead girl of Lycoris Recoil the anime showed up.

I think the partner who helped me in the simulation was her friend. In the simulation I know at some point we lost contact with Lycoris recoil girl, but turns out she was never pulled into the simulation in the first place, so the person we lost was just a simulation copy of her.

No idea what any of that was about. These are my dreams.

 

[Caldwin]

Last night I dreamed I was in the Transformer section of a Macy's type store. There were a bunch of updated, highly detailed Transformers. I wantedd to take a look at a Rodimus Prime box to see if it pictured the robot form (because it was in car form in the package). I pulled the box off the shelf only when I looked down at it, it was the toy out of box. I didn't want to try to transform it in the store because I might not be able to fully transform it and I'd have to put a half-transf Rodimus back on the shelf. So I set it aside and brought down another box only for it to also become just the toy in my hand.

Tired of the whole affair I settled on Castle Grayskull...the Transformer Castle Grayskull...that didn't really transform...and was really just the mouth instead of the castle.

I seriously should have just gone with the Goldbug! Actually, I think I just need to stop dreaming about toy stores. It always ends in frustration.

 

[MEDdMI]

You know how people say "you can't/don't ___ in dreams"? I think my subconscious takes that as a challenge.
"You can't die in your dreams". Total BS. I've died SO many times, mostly in nightmares as a kid. Usually wakes me up, sometimes the dream will blank out then reset/go to a diff dream.

I think Batman TAS said you can't read in your dreams. I have, and written too, in diff languages. Not just thinking I'm reading, but clearly seeing the letters.

There was a post online how despite using them a lot, you don't use smartphones in your dreams. It was true for me up to that point, but not long after I had a dream where I was checking my smartphone's map.

The one I haven't been able to do (or remember doing) is sweating. Maybe Total Recall had it right.

 

[CoffeeHorse]

The only thing I can't do in dreams is find my schedule so I can remember what class am I going to next? Stupid rotating schedule.

Somehow I did actually get to class on time once. The dream glitched out and crashed. Apparently that dream never thought I'd get that far and didn't know what to do next.

 

[Caldwin]

Usually if I do get there that's when it shifts to either:

1. I'm so late that the teacher and or class stare/glare at me as if to say I shouldn't have bothered.

2. I'm so late the class is just starting to dismiss or has already dismissed and the next class is coming in.

3. The test has already begun and I have nowhere near enough time to even start, or at least get enough done to make it worth having bothered.

4. Wrong class. The class I want is in the next hallway over, which given the noneuclidian nature of the geography of this building, might as well be square one.

 

[CoffeeHorse]

Want a cheat code?

Turn the clocks back. You can buy all the time you need. Dream NPCs will go by whatever the clocks say.

 

[Videomaster21XX]

I don't have those dreams.

I keep having a dream where I'm trying to get to this cool bookstore I know that sells used videogames and DVDs as well. I either can't get there, or I do and can't find anything interesting.

On the few times I DO find something I want. I either don't have the money, or I realize I can't actually have this because it's a dream.

As for the stuff you can't do. I've 'died' in a dream before, but I'm not sure how well it counts since I knew I was dreaming.

I can read things just fine.

Don't think I've ever sweated, but at the same time I'm always very aware how I don't feel any wind resistance when I'm moving around. I can't feel wind or smell anything. I guess my mind just doesn't know how to simulate those.

 

[Caldwin]

Want a cheat code?

Turn the clocks back. You can buy all the time you need. Dream NPCs will go by whatever the clocks say.

I wish I had that kind of control over my dreams. Sometimes I do. But when I do, it usually comes with not even caring what the NPCs do. Once I'm in control, I do my own thing.

Either I'm in complete control of a dream or I'm at the mercy of the dreams every whim. No in between...and very rarely the former.

 

[CoffeeHorse]

It takes practice. And it helps when [comic spoilers].

 

[Ceir]

Don't usually remember my dreams - but that's not never, so I do keep a notebook on the sideboard. And what I do remember enough to scribble something down usually falls into one of three categories:
- traditional being lost/can't find something
- various scenarios of being About To Die
- arguing with my mother

...the hell, brain?

 

[CoffeeHorse]

It's over. The bombs had fallen. I didn't see that part. This was an indeterminate amount of time afterwards. Not that time mattered anymore.

My house was still partly intact. The doors and windows were gone, and somehow the floor was ruined. The beautiful old terrazzo floor, finely pulverized to basically dirt. But it had a roof and the walls were intact enough. Cracked, but not enough to matter. Most importantly, it was mine. Any partially standing structure was a prize, and I had four walls and a roof. It was the best pile of rubble around. Crumbling or not, it felt like a castle. And it was mine.

I may have been going slightly feral.

There was nothing to live for. There was no future. The point of life was just to forage until there are no supplies left to find. There were animals to hunt, but not much. Things were rapidly evolving into crabs again, I know that. My time was running short. I was afraid to wander too far in any direction, because I was afraid someone would try to claim the house while I was away. People tried sometimes. They left. Alive or dead. Their choice. Get your own pile of rubble. Mine.

I was dooming myself by keeping to such a limited range, but I was not able to be rational about this. It's mine. It reminds me of life before the war. It has four walls! It's mine.

Eventually a posse showed up. Some new little faction claiming to be restoring order. They claimed that having such a large (it really wasn't) shelter all for myself is just not what people are going to do in these trying times, and I was going to have to accept some people moving in with me. NO. Mine. I fought way too well, especially considering how hungry I was. Mutants weren't unknown since the bombs fell, but they weren't super common either. Not common enough to be a faction anyway. Just individuals here and there. From how I was fighting, I guess I turned out to be one of the "lucky" ones. So I wasn't even totally me anymore. So now, even more than before, the house was the best reminder I had of the old world. You definitely can't have it now. Mine. I'll bite you.

The dream ended before I could find out who won.