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PostPosted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 3:49 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Had a strange dream - I was a doctor in one of those ski-lift things, only we were using it to get down from a skyscraper style building. The skyscraper had a hospital at the top and a farm built underneath that for some reason. Anyway I was being arrested for prescribing some drug people needed to a dead patient who had a right to it and handing out out to loads of people who need it but didn't. There was another doctor asking me if I thought I'd done the right thing and I was saying I'd probably saved twenty lives and that was worth breaking the law over. Then she went completely nuts and pulled a giant wooden meat tenderising hammer from thin air. So I broke her arms.

The next thing I remember I'm in court being told off for running an electric current through the wire mesh over the windows of the ski-lift and attacking this woman. Keep telling them to check the security footage.

Weird dream.

Reminds me of a thought for a game level: Have a level where the person's shooting bad guys and then in the following levels have a TV or something showing the scene of the shooting and swap the bad guys out for policemen. Twisted Evil Crazy characters can be fun to play. Not that I'm crazy though. Ha-ha >_>

Then there was another dream about a dragon nightclub.

I don't mean a dragon themed nightclub I mean a dragon found an empty plot of land and laid down with its neck stretched out. Put a sign above its nose: Dragon Nightclub. And rolled some carpet and those little rope railing things they have out outside.

Then night came and people just cued up to get into its mouth. They were making comments about like: Have you heard of the Dragon Nightclub? It's shaped like an actual dragon! Really cool! You climb into its mouth and everything!

I may have had this dream before :/ Seems familiar anyhow. ^_^
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PostPosted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 3:11 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

My dream last night was strange. Also emotionally painful, but strange. It started with a group of people stationed on a reddish planet orbiting a lush one, some sort of exploratory mission. When they realized the lush planet was inhabitable, they decided to send one of their number down to the surface, to explore.

Cut to the Earthsong intro... The story unfolds, the war with Bel continues, people on both sides are hurt and killed. Willow still has no memory, everyone is convinced she's Earthsong's Eve. Willow feels uncomfortable and out of place. Then comes a day when Haven makes a decision that the Brest way to get rid of Bel and the Mandies is to bring down the orbiting dead planet and crash it into Bel's headquarters. Someone in Haven's Guard has the power to do this, and plans are set in motion. It got confused after that, a whirlwind of emotional impressions and images. A meeting of all the Haven to give the news, Willow's reaction and subsequently the return of her memories as a visiting scientist, her horror when she learns it's already been carried out. An image of the dead planet with huge spikes sticking out of it, formed to ruin its smooth orbit and bring it to a collision course. The planet crashes, not as a planet but like a meteor, leaving a crater but not destroying Earthsong completely.

Cut to later on. Some of the scientists survived. They are rescued by Haven, and tell Willow what happened. Some of them - the survivors - were inside the station when hell broke loose. Others were not. Haven's Guard is shocked and devastated that they misjudged so badly, Willow is nearly catatonic. One of the men who didn't survive was the man she was on love with. In the following days, she somewhat crazily notices that the grass is green and the sky is blue, which it wasn't before - the dead planet's influence has been removed from the sky. The best Earthsong can think of to do for the survivors is send them home as if they were soulstone bearers, leaving them with only the barest impressions of their time there. They would remember the loss, but not the surrounding circumstances. In an effort to close the logical gap, their minds and those of the world would naturally create vague memories of a catastrophic failure - no alien war needed.

Willow goes back to being a teacher's aide, but she can't get over the grief and continues to feel a gaping hole in her life where her partner used to be. Several of the other survivors don't fare as well, and suffer from PTSD, or can't hold down jobs. Some end up homeless. They all meet regularly to try and trade stories or help each other cope. Life goes on. One day Willow is escorting two eleven year olds through the halls and they got into an argument about dance styles. So they decided to put together a recital of the three of them dancing, and let the audience decide which was best. They did so, demonstrating the differences between modern/club/dance style (the girl did something similar the Michael Jackson's Thriller), ballet, and contemporary. At the end, Simon Cowell came up to Willow and told he ether performance was wonderful, he was glad he happened to be in town, and won't she please use this cash to come enjoy his own personal Barnum and Bailey circus. They were phony bills specifically for the circus, and she was going to take them, but her father reminded her they were still in mourning. The knife wrenched again, and then I woke up.
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PostPosted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 9:57 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Last night's dream was odd and, in its way, poignant. I suppose that's why we share them, though.

The dream began in mid winter in some place where I didn't feel at home. There was light snow on the ground, the sidewalks were slick, and the clouds above threatened in a dull, mute grey. I remember parking my truck (I've never owned a truck..) in this small parking lot for vehicles and shoving my hands into my coat pockets as I hit the sidewalk. I hustled to the door of a long, single-story building with faded, blue vinyl siding.

Inside was a medium sized convention room - about normal for rural churches, say. Across from the door hung a religious symbol of some significance, but it was in a terrible state of disrepair. To the left were banks of monitors and computer screens, and to the right was a small circle of filing cabinets and phones. I had stumbled into, and apparently belonged within, some sort of monitoring center. I faded out a bit as someone came to brief me on some situation.

We'll ignore the fighter pilot portion of my dream. I love the sky. I love the stars. I'm glad to have them in my dreams.

The next scene began in a diner where I stared out the large, plate-glass windows. It was still winter, made clear by the foot or so of snow on the ground outside. Inside was warm and cheery, with maroon seats and a speckled marble tabletop - no doubt just a pattern on wood and plastic. A waitress stopped by for a moment to set down my cup of coffee, and I thanked her. That was when my 'meeting' showed up.

It was two young women, likely sisters or best friends. They were well dressed for the weather, though adhered to a style that set them apart from most. I recall feeling an almost palpable distaste toward me from both of them, a near-visible disdain for me, personally. I had never met either of them so far as I knew. I invited them to sit, invited them to join me for coffee. They obliged only the former, and were silent as I spoke.

I tried to explain to them that their national pride did not have to die, that their cultural and religion heritage was safe. I tried to guide them to believe that the way to truly raise up what they treasured was to live powerfully, successfully, and then - when asked - attribute that strength to their faith and their people. Let no doubt exist in the minds of those who would attack them for simply being born and believing. Tried to offer them that peace was always possible, that exclusion and hatred would only deepen already abyssal, deep wounds.

They got up to leave. I rose to nearly beg them to stay, to hear me out. That was when a friend I used to know saw me talking to them - a friend who sat on the direct opposite side of the dream-world conflict. All three of them turned away. Each thought I supported the other, and so neither side was willing to have anything to do with me.

And, scene.
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PostPosted: Wed May 16, 2012 5:57 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Had a dream that I was some sort of royalty and I'd been kidnapped from my castle.

If you get kidnapped make sure to be sitting on the only pegasus in the group. Dream-experience shows it's significantly easier to escape when you're the only one who can fly. Spent most of the dream soaring through mountain passes.

Not much narrative to it, but kind of nice ^_^
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PostPosted: Thu May 17, 2012 8:03 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Sweet! ^_^
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PostPosted: Fri May 18, 2012 2:04 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I love dreams of flying. One of my favorites is where I've discovered the ability to glide - not flying, but when I take a step I can tense my core muscles somehow and lift myself up, ride on top of the air. And if I continue to do so, and just - not put my feet down, I can glide down any slope and through town no problem.


Last night's dream was based in reality. I needed to buy a cake for Shabbat, with a buffer of several hours before I have to leave. Last night I dreamed that I went to the store this morning to buy it, but the store had changed. It was a mix of the mall and the grocery store, and one of the stores had covered all its shelves in paper. Why? Because. If you brought a bag from the supermarket, and you waited until the bell went off, you could duck under the paper and see how much you could fit into your bag, and that's what you could buy. I went back to the supermarket to buy the cake, and found that all the baked goods shelves were empty - they were putting in a restaurant or something. They'd moved the baked goods to the meat counter, and opened an actual bakery, selling hand-sized pecan cookies for 40 NIS each (about $10) among other things. I was perusing my options when I realized it was 3:30 in the afternoon - the store was closing, and I was late getting to Jerusalem by two hours.

Then I woke up, and realized it was 7:45 in the morning.

Earlier in the night I dreamed I was in class, but it was an interesting one. We were assigned to TAs who were in the midst of writing stories for a different class, and we were supposed to help them create the story. Well we all walked in, and I realized I didn't have a TA, because I'd somehow missed a month of class. Each TA gave their story codes (a synopsis of the story), and I chose one which was sort of steampunk, sort of historical nautical, sort of scifi. The rest were all straight scifi and futuristic. We wandered around tossing ideas back and forth, and I brought up several points regarding costume and historical accuracy that the TA hadn't thought of.

Several times during the class we were interrupted by a large group of special needs kids looking for their classroom, and at the end we all got up and trooped over to the assembly room. We, as older students, were expected to help keep the younger ones in line, and it was not easy. At one point I went to the bathroom and heard giggling behind a few of the stall doors; some high school girls were hiding out in the bathroom to avoid the assembly. I went into one of the stalls and what should I find but my lunch bag and my scarf, floating in the toilet. I was furious, pulled the items out and set to rinsing them in the sink, and really nailed the girls for disrespect of elders and disrespect of property. A few apologized, a few didn't, and a few tried to sneak out and get lost in the crowd, but I kept them there until I could find a teacher.
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PostPosted: Sat May 19, 2012 3:31 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Dreamed last night that I was living in a kind of dorm, only much fancier than a dorm usually is. Very spacious and nicely appointed.

Anyway, I discovered that my closet contained an opening at one end which led into another wing of the dorm, only this wing was inhabited by adults. The entire thing had been built as a way to provide really awesome housing to university employees, who didn't have to pay rent, and the students had only been assigned to my wing by accident.

I fled back to my wing and warned the others, whereupon everyone left except me; I needed more evidence. The dream ended with me huddling inside a small shelving unit while angry university staff looked for me.
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PostPosted: Sun May 20, 2012 3:42 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I dreamed that I knew my mother and father were going to die/not be there anymore, I'd had a vision about it. Well, not my father. My mother's boyfriend, who loved her dearly but for some reason hadn't married her yet. I knew that my mother would be wearing a particular set of jewelry the last time I'd see her, so I spent every morning trying to get her to wear it - the jewelry had immense sentimental value, and I didn't want her leaving without it. I also didn't want them to be unmarried. One day while my 'step-father' was in the shower my mother walked in with a piece of paper and confronted him about it. It was a military form to officially register a change of marital status, registered to my mother and 'step-father' (his name was apparently Ariel Yom-Yom*). He peered out of the shower to take a look and didn't recognize it, but finished filling it out anyway. My mother was overjoyed, incredibly happy.

Over the next few days they were wrapped up in each other so I fielded calls and interactions, still getting my mother to wear the peridot jewelry. They apparently ran or managed a sporting goods/camping store, because I spent a lot of time organizing shelves and things like that. They were always giving away items to the needy, and there was this one guy who kept calling to claim things, then complaining about them. I'd received a bunch of text messages from my cousin with photos from their trip to Africa with their newborn son, and this guy called asking to stay with us over the weekend. I passed the phone to my mother, and I heard her reminding this man how much they'd already done for him, and didn't he already have a place to stay? And at that moment, on the oversized TV screen playing ads and testimonials, I heard this man's voice - complaining about a bike seat he'd received. I rolled my eyes. Were some people never satisfied?

Then I woke up hacking and couldn't get the dream back.

*Yom-yom, or yomyomi, means 'everyday' or 'daily' in Hebrew.
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BS: "...then insist you eat a brownie."
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PostPosted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 3:04 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I keep dreaming that I'm being awful to my family. Not doing anything major, but being miserable and trying to pick arguments with them. One dream was that we were out for a fancy meal and I just couldn't decide what I wanted to eat so I threw a tantrum. The one this morning was that it was Christmas eve and I had forgotten to buy presents for them all, so I threw a tantrum. There was another one, but I can't remember it other than, yet again, I threw a tantrum at my family. Each time my folks are just really understanding and do absolutely nothing to warrant the screams and tears I'm pitching at them. They're really horrible dreams and I wake up with a dreadful guilty feeling because I have a good relationship with all my family. The dreams happen in the morning, when I'm just dozing after my first alarm. Does anyone know what they might mean?
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PostPosted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 3:44 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I think they're anxiety dreams. I have something similar - I'll be having a great dream, but at the end, as soon as I'm awake enough to control it, it all goes downhill. Is there some sort of tension in your family right now? It might even be tension in some other unrelated part of your life, and since this is an area which means a lot to you, this is how it's being expressed.

My suggestion is to talk to your family about it - whoever you feel closest to. I think one of two things will happen: 1) Your mother (for example) will reassure you that they love you and you could never do anything wrong, or 2) your mother will tell you about some problem that's been causing underlying tension, then reassure you that they love you, and you can start working on the problem. Either way, confronting the problem might spell the end of the dreams.

The key is that yes, you love them and they love you, but sometimes we need to hear it to reaffirm it. Even if there isn't a problem in your family, hearing the antidote to the dream-induced guilt might be enough to head the dreams off. Good luck. I know how awful dreams like that can be.
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PostPosted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 4:44 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

My dream last night was epic. The beginning was kind of sad - squicky and abusive. Skip the first paragraph if you don't want to know.

It started with Draco Malfoy being hidden by Snape in a bed and breakfast, by being turned into a girl and set to work as the all-hands girl. Turned out the inn was not as upstanding as it first appeared, and she was abused and raped repeatedly by the guests. She was completely broken, and lost all semblance of personality. Some time later, Lucius Malfoy and his wife came to stay and wanted 'a girl for the evening'. An older woman tried to shield the nameless girl, but Lucius took her anyway. Before he could get too far into it, she 'woke up' and fought him off, left him comatose on the ground. She closed herself off in her room for ages before someone came to take her away to a shelter.

OKAY THE SAD PART IS OVER.

Years later, in Miami, Florida. Frankenstorm Sandy hammered the coast, the city was flooded. Storm surge was thirty feet high, half the city was evacuated. After the storm, however, it was impossible to come back to the city because the waves keep coming. They hammered Miami with all the strength of the storm behind them, only without the clouds and the rain. People were getting desperate, so the federal relief agencies decided the only thing to do was move people from the city to the dangerous swamp that was the interior of the state. There were killer mosquitoes, alligators and deadly predators in the swamp, but at least it wasn't getting destroyed by the ocean. A group was put together to colonize an abandoned monastery someone found, to start over. Somehow they were all religious Jews, led by the principal of my old high school.

The people were flown in by helicopter and supplies came by boat. As we rounded a bend in the river the monastery rose out of the trees, draped in vines and greenery. Windows were broken and shingles were missing, but the structure seemed solid. The unloading of supplies started to reveal the basic character of the new residents - some helped with a will, some wandered around to explore, and some sat on the bank and complained. As I carried the last load off the boat - a few boxes of cereal - I realized that if we wanted to maintain order here, we'd have to control things tightly. Food and supplies would have to be locked up and distributed carefully, or people would hoard and the society would fail. I went up to the principal (head of the council) and suggested that we keep the food under lock and key, and that we'd have to find a trustworthy, capable person to control it.

She gave me a look and said, "I hope you won't be mad if I don't give that job to you."

She thought I was making a power-play! I denied my desire for the job, emphasizing how poorly I would handle it, and she finally started to consider it. Later I saw Bill Weasley with the keys and I was satisfied, as he had been my choice in the first place.

As I wandered through the building, time passed. The bookshelves filled, people settled into their own corners. (I realized I'd forgotten to bring my prayer book, but since we were all religious Jews, there were plenty around and I figured there'd be one when I needed it.) The abused girl had grown up into a very quiet shadow for the council mistress, and followed her around everywhere. Finally, though, she announced she was getting married. As a surprise, we set up one room in the monastery as a replica of the main room of the inn where her story had begun, for the ceremony, for closure, so she could bring her story around full circle. The place where she had been broken would also be the place where she finally was complete.

Afterward she was telling the story of what happened, how her father was an evil man but he'd hid all of his plans and no one could find them. One of the kids was digging around in a back room of the inn and knocked over an old nightstand. The back fell off and a box fell out, and in the box was money and old papers - her father's details. She started crying, and thus took the final step to healing.


Then I got a phone call and woke up, and dozed off again afterward, fleshing out the details of what it was like in Miami to make it bad enough to evacuate to the swamp.
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PostPosted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 2:24 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Another epic dream from a couple of days ago!

I dreamed about a tyrannical Tower which was a school for elemental magic. They took children and sequestered them away to ruthlessly train them as soldiers. One batch of kids was taken from a juvenile penitentiary, and at the induction meeting one of the boys in the group overheard some facts of life in the Tower which were... unpleasant. He wasn't intended to hear it and he knew it, and he was smart enough to keep his head down.

Over the years he grew up and mastered his magic, and quietly found other students who felt the same way. They formed a group and worked out different ways they might rebel, different techniques of combining their magic together and with technology. They had a long-term plan for escaping the Tower, but that was all scuttled the day the young man was taken into custody. He was asked to do something he absolutely refused to do, and that sort of blew his cover. Knowing he was being watched once he was finally released, he took his group and they escaped into the stairwell, heading for an abandoned pergola at the base of the Tower. It was an overgrown gardening shed, with rusty machines on the table and dead vines in scattered flowerpots. There was relatively easy access to the service sector (food, clothes, etc), and it backed onto the outside fence.

Thinking themselves safe, the group started planning their next move, and started creating a feast to celebrate their escape. But one of the girls noticed that the table-top machine worked suspiciously well for something that supposedly had been abandoned for untold years, and one of the drill-bits was suspiciously shiny. She called their attention to it, but before they could do anything about it a willowy Earth-magic teacher entered the room. She told them that she had been using the room as a secret base as well, to fight the Tower, but she had been doing it quietly. Why? She pointed upwards and it took a few seconds, but finally the students realized that they were directly underneath the window to the staff room. The overgrown roof had hidden it from view. The teachers knew all about them now, and were planning an attack.

The battle came quickly after that. The students prepared as best they could - dismantled the feast (i.e., tore the icing off the cake), got into positions of strength, psyched themselves up. The teachers attacked, and they seemed equally matched: the teachers had better skill and power, but the students had more innovation. Finally it came down to a confrontation between the principal and the first young man on the roof of the Tower. They seemed about equally matched, casualties had been heavy on both side. But the principal started gloating and called out his secret weapon - a girl whose only power was concussion-magic. They couldn't get her to control it, so they had broken her mind and hidden her away. The principal explained that when she released her ultimate blast, anyone within range would be pulverized. Thus began a mad scramble to get out of range while the principal spoke the trigger phrase, and then - BOOM.

Generations later, the landscape was totally changed. The ruins of the Tower had been reclaimed by nature, society has regressed to nomadic tribes of hunter-gathers scrabbling for whatever magical instruction they could stumble across on their own. One enterprising young man started exploring the holy ruins, however, and found the site of the blast that literally rocked the world. Exploring the site, he came across a place where the fabric of reality itself had weakened - the epicenter. To his horror, as he was standing there, an arm appeared out of thin air, and hauled an alien body into the room. An alien culture from a different universe had found the portal and come to conquer the world. Their Emperor was invincible, their army innumerable, their power immeasurable. The boy fled to gather the tribes and array them against this new threat...

Then it starts to disintegrate and I don't remember exactly what happened next. Threats were issued, heroism was attempted, I'm sure.
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PostPosted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 3:08 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Ooooh that is an epic! That would be a two-parter, I'm sure.

At the moment I'm inundated with extremely weird disjointed fragments of dreams. This usually happens when I'm stressed. Some of them I can't really repeat here, for themes of an adult nature and for downright oddity, but I have been the captain of a land sailing pirate ship, I have fought off countless zombie hordes, I've done the shopping for my Mum. I have been trying to escape a crystal maze, I have been a prince of someone else's realm and I have turned into a spidren.

I've looked up various dream interpretations, but I can't find any that fit. I think my brain is just firing off random neurons and that makes my subconscious a fun place to be at the moment!
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PostPosted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 5:06 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Are you indulging your creativity consciously? My mother's opinion is that my dreams (and probably yours) are the creative output you'd normally give during the day, but you're denying it, so it comes out at night.

Dunno if it would be officially endorsed, but it makes sense to me.
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PostPosted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 8:37 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

As much as I always do. I draw pictures and do writings and make knittings and occasionally trolls. Creativity is my escapism.
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