had a dream where some random SBers and i were like, solving a murder? i don’t.remember much about it tho
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Damn, an unsolved mystery
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I dreamed thomas pynchon suddenly launched a media blitz where he had his own magazine that you could subscribe to to get information about the major videogame adaptations of his works that he was personally overseeing, as well as all of the other videogames he was contributing writing and translations to, including a new version of Wild Arms 3. he also starred in a movie where he was some kind of evil weather wizard who would sneer “pathetic…” at people before shooting them with ice
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For the first time in my life I had a straight up explicit sex dream about an actual porn star. My normiefication continues apace.
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I dreamed I was getting trained in Judo in some sort of VR construct and/or spirit dream realm. We were focusing on immediate transitions after falling forward into someone else’s guard. According to dream Tori, who was also the instructor, the goal was to maintain fluid continuous motion, distributing your center of weight on the limb you were pulling forward through guard while shifting your upper body into a favorable position to control the upper body. He said that for a beginner it was ok to basically ignore the question of controlling their legs altogether to focus on the torso. As he demonstrated he pretty deliberately dragged his foot over my crotch in a way that demonstrated he could apply pressure with his foot to sensitive areas during the process as an extra pain compliance tool of some sort. He showed me how to use this to achieve side control and the one where you are facing towards their legs with their head between your legs, then had me do both a few times until I had the basic idea. It was all incredibly gay and homoerotic and for some reason my grandfather’s ghost was there cheering for me after I finished.
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i have a lot of weird recurring elements in dreams that all feel like, quintessentially dream-like, all different variations on the same theme: i am living in a house that is familiar but has rooms i’m seeing now for the first time, i am accidentally renting two apartments but forgot about one of them for many months, i am wandering through the exaggeratedly large and complex subway stations of a city i am irl actually very familiar with, etc. but then there is also one outlier dream theme that is secretly my favorite even though it doesn’t happen that often: i am somehow involved with the indiana jones franchise either from a film production perspective or as like a fantasy world type thing. in some of them i have suddenly been tapped to portray indiana jones as an actor in some kind of reboot/sequel thing, but i am still myself (e.g. totally without acting experience and not harrison ford). in this one i was like, somehow involved with an indiana jones video game that featured harrison ford as an elderly jones, like in the new one, but the setting was not the 1960’s or w/e but was somehow contemporary times. so he was supposed to be 100+ year old indiana jones back on a new adventure? there was some kind of macguffin explanation of why he was aging more slowly but no one was that interested in explaining it. but then in the next “scene” of the dream i was hanging out with irl harrison ford the actor and running around an empty city at night, like playing hooky from his movie set trailer or something. but he was running around and being wacky and then i got concerned because he was running down some stairs and i was afraid if he fell and broke his hip or something the movie studio would blame me. idk!
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i dreamed i was walking around the city and needed to use the bathroom so i went to one i remembered was always open and quiet, in the back courtyard of some warehouse district. when i tried the door it turned out to be locked but as i turned to leave a voice behind me said “why not try this one?” and a warehouse wall folded up to reveal a snug but comfortable wallpapered bedroom behind it, where the president of ireland and his wife were lying in the bed. i said it was cool but would probably lead to longer queues if people could also sleep in the bed and he said EXACTLY! in an excited voice and invited me to put my stuff down and talk. i tried tossing the little carrier bag i was holding onto the bed and accidentally threw it on his wife’s face instead but neither of them seemed to care.
i also dreamed there was a new netflix show based on the cats musical and as part of the promotion everyone had like an extra 4-5 inch hair tuft sticking out of their tongues now, to represent cat tongues, and everyone was resigned feeling because it would just happen whether or not you watched the show
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Two dreams:
In one, it begins with frustrations with trying to print my resume at the office and trying to dodge questions about whether I’m trying to leave. This gives way to a revelation at a subsequent office party that the employees of the company all hold reverence for the film White Chicks, to the extent that when I accidentally took a bite of my boss’ pizza I defused the gaffe by saying “Hey, it’s White Chicks Day.” In response to this the assembled crowd chanted a little something indistinct in response.
In the second dream I was at a little trade show and a company was demoing some tech that would generate a house paint color palette based on a picture of you. Somehow I wound up with something that looked like clown face paint and the flustered booth rep tried to make it sound good by rattling off the “trendy” names of the various shades of white that had been generated as part of my palette: “Triangle, Dash” etc. “These are such great colors,” he tried to reassure me.
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Took a sketchy flight to an English village where I was rightfully accused of stealing. Then I was riding a bicycle around the village dodging aggressive dogs and cars like paperboy.
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Might get in trouble for this one. It made me wake up laughing.
I dreamed I started brainstorming a movie with hollywood based entirely on an image of an arab in a clay house jumping out his window as a sand tsunami approached, using a trophy crusaders shield (which for whatever reason was long and slightly curved) as a surfboard and just surfing the sand tsunami to safety through the city as it was destroyed. Then the immediate prior scene showed up in my mind, in which he had just been visited and threatened by the religious authorities.
From here the movie started to flesh itself out as the most schizophrenic meaningless assemblage of ethnic stereotypes possible, set in a sci fi setting on a distant planet. The music was that style of westernized African chanting for no reason, but with entirely fake words not in any real language. It had a scene with british people complaining about how weird and exotic the food was but then the food was just flat bread and stew, and then there was a reveal where the british food was like… Writhing tentacled grapes and shit.
There was a scene where he heroically explained to someone that it was ok to be gay but not to do gay, and then helped them escape a stoning and flee into the countryside.
The title of the movie ended up being “Mohammed 3900” and it started with a quote about how Mohammed was demographically one of the most common names in the world.
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Dreamed AI was contacting me in my dreams to brainstorm a literary novel called “The Generally Deaf Club”. It was about a club of post work humans that was based around experimenting with human fetal growth for aesthetic reasons to try to produce human equivalents of Bonzai trees. It really hammered home that these 48 month or 56 month old fetuses were abominations, conscious in some nascent way, permanently denied passage into the full status of being. It was a subtle metaphor for AGI which I guess existed in the background, and the punchline was that humans had successfully tamed AGI and they just fucked themselves up this bad morally; that AGI was just a sort of mirror image of what they were doing here.
I woke up hearing a persistent knocking noise which I guess was a hallucination
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This is honestly great/terrifying and I’m pretty sure would work really well expanded into a sci Fi short story
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I’m not going to recap the whole event, but last night’s dream involved an island amusement park floating over the Golden Gate Bridge in the shiniest shaded balloon polygons that the Dreamcast could muster, before eventually turning into a giant robot Pikmin to fight space aliens. Unfortunately I was convinced that the aliens were going to blow up the earth the whole time, so I couldn’t really enjoy it.
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I dreamed I ate a very good slice of bread but it was illegal
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it happened, DSP infiltrated one of my dreams, he was a part of the Top Gear cast and was making Jermey Clarkson very annoyed
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well at least you havent had a sex dream about him
not like id know
not at all
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“What the hell is this refectory period? Cahmon this isn’t balanced at all! I can’t do anything!”
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Earlier this week a friend of mine who went to a reunion event (not mine) at our college told me all sorts of things about how the all-gender frat we were members of as undergrads (it’s a whole story) is now deeply reticent and isolated post-covid and none of the undergrads would speak to the visiting alumni. This led to a whole series of stress dreams for me (unsure why, I didn’t find this story particularly stressful when I was hearing it) about how I was back in college with all my adult California friends. We were at this kind of outdoor college and we had to climb large ladders made out of grocery store plastic bags (?) which kept ripping apart in our hands and threatening to toss us down onto the cruel earth. After falling and injuring myself I had to suffer the indignity of taking a college class inside a very low hedge maze while people were watching me. I was participating too enthusiastically and speaking too often and I began to get panicked, the way I do when I get stoned sometimes, that I was socially embarrassing myself by being too engaged with the material… oof
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I dreamed I somehow got stuck in a tiny, precarious stone room in an abandoned castle, with no windows or ways in or out, and a ceiling so low I had to crouch to move around. It was the same stone room from the song “how sweet it is to be loved by you” which in my dream was a rueful one with lyrics about the singer falling out the window of a castle while thinking about his crush and somehow ending up in the stone room. Id been dreaming about wandering the castle while watching a dream-documentary about drug addict child actors who were filming a nickelodeon show there where they all had to sing a song about it being important to put savings in a bank. Being trapped in the room freaked me out enough that I decided I needed to wake up in the dream, like resetting the console when you fall out of bounds.
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