i dreamt i met jerma in minecraft (as in we were both real people hanging out in a minecraft world rather then meeting each other in the game minecraft) and before we could say much i got a phone call that tried to argue with me that he isn’t a real person because “nobody acts like that” (important to note: in the dream i couldnt actually hear the voice on the phone but knew everything it was saying) while he just awkwardly stood there and watched me. at some point i asked him “are you real?” and he said “no im not” and just disappeared, and then i got a bunch of messages on my phone from everyone asking me where’d jerma go and did i kill jerma. it was surprisingly not stressful because i stopped caring, i just walked into my minecraft house nearby and started boarding it up to protect me from zombies later.
I dreamt I was explaining Dragon Quest Rocket Slime to someone in detail, and then woke up to go to the toilet and continued explaining the game to myself. Then I couldn’t go back to sleep because I was thinking about Rocket Slime.
I had three consecutive dreams in one night about terrorist attacks. They seemed episodic considering I survived each attack and continued to the next one. First time I got stabbed twice in a hotel for attempting to disarm a man with a gun. Second was in a seaside souvenir shop getting gassed with grenades, which I escaped through a window. Third was in a mall right after closing, a bunch of drug lords were trying to hold everyone hostage inside of the mall for some reason. They wanted money to make a boat? When I say drug lords I mean incompetent Jesse Pinkman types.
watched an anti-reverse isekai where i thought the main character of the fantasy universe was going to end up in the real world but completely dodged a bullet by ignoring the suspicious bandit tied up in the middle of the road who had lost whatever time crystal she had stolen that would have enabled multiverse time travel had the protagonist untied her and accepted her quest. instead of helping her he ran off to help his family back at home. bandit girl called him a “giant fucking baka” and I remember being impressed by the gall of the localization team for this big budget modern anime. guy gets home and helps his mom carry groceries into the house. “I thought you’d never come home, protagonist-kun! I got you a 20lb bag of powdered milk.”
“Ah, nothing like a glass of milk!” then they all sip their milk
hada dream I walked past Putin, totally unaccompanied, on a crowded bridge, exchanged a moment of recognition --he knew I knew it was him, somehow no one else did. Woke up thinking about whether Brendan Fraser could play him in a movie (could)
I was in church and wanted to try playing the violin even though I didn’t know how. It was a solid gold violin. They started singing, so I took the violin to another room. A past unpleasant figure from my real life came and was pretending to be an angel for some reason, so I asked if he came in the name of Jesus Christ (even though not Christian myself) and his eyes turned red, but he calmly explained that his relationship with Christ was “more complicated”. Then I woke up. Pretty pointless dream.
Oh, before that I dreamed about a homeless transwoman drifter who briefly was on track to become a famous musician after being discovered by a talent scout (along with some other homeless people, who formed a band), but her friend ruined it somehow.
Been working through a multipart apocalyptic dream where my mother has become devout to a norse religion she invented. I’m glad I’ve kept my dunks on that to myself, because last night a dagger made of meteorite fell in my backyard, screamed at me when I picked it up, and gave me a quest. I guess moms just know these things.
Been thinking a lot lately about how everyone I know is always so much meaner to me in my dreams than they are irl. I mean I guess in a way it’s a good thing, would hate it if the situation was reversed and my dream best friend actually hated my guts. But it makes me sad to think about how I guess I’m constantly subconsciously projecting my own insecurities and self loathing on to other people
Had a dream that someone was sermonizing at church as a vtuber. They were an older gentleman, and their avatar was a very garish yellow clown. They had full hand-tracking and everything! Towards the end of the sermon they accidentally put a virtual prop in their virtual hands, and so for the last several minutes they were just waving a gun around wildly without noticing.
(i have no recollection of the contents of the sermon)
You know how some video games where you have a horse find a way to kill it off right before the climactic ending?
I just had a dream where I was playing a game like that, but the devs found an alternate way to get the horse out of the picture. My character received a letter in the mail addressed to my horse, written by a horse at some farm upstate. The letter was like “BRO, you gotta check out this stable! The ladies here are fine! Their hind musculature… ooh baby!”
So my horse left me to move in to that stable right before the final boss.
I had a dream in which there was some kind of conflict between witches and crows, and I was on the crow side. The witches done fucked up because I found some magical bundle of crow feathers that could basically summon infinite crows for battle
Had a dream last night about an event that could have happened, which I could verify as soon as I turned on my computer, and for about 3 hours I was terrified that this meant that I was the lathe of heaven, or that I’d finally become able to understand wifi through thought.
Luckily I was wrong, and I was only somewhat embarrassed about how much my pride had been hurt because in a dream the gunpla discord had given my account the tag they use for bad posters.
was sleeping in someone’s bed and then i got bit by a poisonous snake. i couldn’t accept that i was gonna die so i woke up. when i did i realized i got a call from my grandmother. i took the dream as a sign and blocked her number.
I had to drive a Morris Minor along an icy gravel road in order to deliver my brother-in-law’s kids to some kind of “summer camp”. Surprisingly, especially for my driving dreams, it went great.