Had a dream that I was trying to help some zoomers set up a Atari VCS era console, and failing at basically every step, and then I checked this thread, and someone else also had a dream about trying to help them and everything going sideways.
Had a dream I was being treated according to some treatment program for schizophrenic memory loss that mimicked AI alignment and training
i dreamed the cartoonist michael kupperman had a new project called “night bus” which was where he’d drive around a bus and when you sat in it it had different comic strips embedded in the seats and walls depending on where you were sitting… there was a seat directly behind the driver which was scooched up real close with no legroom, and it was facing a comic also called “night bus” which was a drawing of the bus populated with different characters incl lou reed dressed as david bowie, ian holm dressed as lou reed, and tim rogers and tim allen sitting side by side and dressed as one another. kupperman explained that due to the seating that one was meant to be a drawing of the driver’s subconscious, and then he looked back and started explaining the layout of the bus to everyone and rear ended a car
I was breaking up razor blades in my mouth (because they’re apparently perforated into sections like box cutter blades) as a stunt. And after spitting out the pieces for a couple of them, a little triangular corner piece of one got wedged my in throat and I was trying to throw it up. I reconstructed the blade from what I spat up to make sure a piece was missing and everything.
I thought this actually happened until I checked the thread name. Fuck.
Yikes!!!
On a slightly less traumatic front, my work sold out, and replaced my desk with the counter of a Starbucks and most of the stacks and storage with a department store. One of my friends was living out of a van and wearing Jessica Rabbit gloves (which she probably has actually done).
Dreamed of buying half a melon and a pre cooked steamed artichoke in bag with sauce at a franchise food store called Fast Fruits (and vegetables).
Later dreamed I went to a diner in an apocalypse and it had laughably ghetto menu items. One of them was just rice, but it was six different kinds of rice mixed together, all but one of which were ungrowable. It was the most expensive menu item. I then tried to play ITG on a soft pad with a bar but it felt like trying to play on a waterbed.
Immediately before this I dreamed of a simple dystopian video game I could make, which was just a tunnel dodging thing where you pilot a hoverbike through lasers and barbed wire to escape a military base in a world where every inch of the globe was carpet nuked except for US military bases which were luckily doing force field tests at that time.
chased around by a dinosaur
Was somehow forced to be on a racist cooking show (like you could find on youtube) that was run by an evil church that pretended to rescue me when I was finally let go
edit: Steve Harvey was there, but did not know who the real people in charge were, he was just a celebrity guest
thought this was the cancellation thread for a second
Got trapped in an awful gamified nightmare about a young woman’s history involving two uncles who may or may not have killed someone, but who had installed a large collection of CCTV cameras for some unsavory reason. The dream worked by tying chronology to space, where time only moved forward by walking to another room, but sometimes there would be other rooms along a hallway that led to either different events or hallucinations of events.
Earlier in the dream I’d had to investigate the details of a scene to find clues, and the dream ended when I walked inside a concrete room painted with a mural as the door locked behind me. I was then compelled to identify every single detail of the mural, and count thousands of scratches on the walls, before I finally became stressed enough to wake up. It was like seeing the words of an ubisoft game task-list cascade over my vision like a river.
I dreamed Effective Altruists had built a bunch of cheap boats out of fiberglass and cardboard as a harm reduction strategy for boat migrants and were test sailing them and two of them collided and one sank. The occupants tried to escape and had oxygen but were indisciplined in their ascent and died of the bends when they got to the surface.
I dreamed there was some sort of land dwelling eldritch octopus that could disguise itself as human that kidnapped me and was going to eat me.
dreamed I found one of those fancy stupid book sets, it was in a big box and you folded it out to find like 9 books and a tiny functional wooden wardrobe where the drawers slid out to reveal more books… in the dream it was very charming to me despite knowing it would become a pain immediately when I started taking the books out to read. BUT the books were all like encyclopaedias of forgotten and despised premodernist writers who did weird Tristram Shandy esque things with text and I was excited… and then I woke up
While this was happening I also dreamed my wife was playing some obscure zx spectrum UK politics simulator from the 80s where you play a civil servant. She funded some report and got a message like “ha ha ha! who knew you supported party fracture! many thanks comrade and welcome to the inner void! - prince harry” and was like ugh not this asshole
I want nothing more in life than to be this
Had a dream that a friend and I were at some little hole in the wall coffee shop, and I was sitting there with a sketchbook and a fountain pen drawing.
The barista came by, looked at my drawing, and goes “oh, cool! Can I show you a neat trick?” She takes my pen and bends the shit out of the nib. I try drawing with it and ink blots everywhere.
“Oh, that usually works. Huh.”
Anyway I woke up lurching forward like I had had a horrific nightmare. Cracked me up.
i keep dreaming about losing luggage
it is very distressing
I dreamed I had been homeless for so long with only one outfit that my clothes started to actively injure me so I took them off and just wandered around the city fully naked. I was anatomically correct at least. At some point I remembered that being naked in public was bad so I tried to retrace my steps and find my clothes, but couldn’t. Ended up going to my childhood home which was empty and open for some reason and putting a bad vampire movie on tv while I drank seltzer water. I remember thinking that there were probably more clothes there I could put on but was too lazy.
I was in charge of an AV collection housed in a Doom level (complete with authentic stock textures). There was some sort of leak coming from upstairs that I needed to shore up to protect the films but since sector over sector architecture is an illusion, finding the trouble spot was difficult.
In my dream I was walking past a friend’s childhood home and happened to see his dad. I made some polite discussion and he mentioned not having work tomorrow. Why?
“It’s Good Friday!”
Wow, I remark, it’s Easter weekend already. I ought to go inside and wish my friend a Happy Easter, if I could go inside?
Sure, friend’s dad says, but he’s sick and holed up in his room down in the basement. He has his daughter show me the way. She leads me through the labyrinthine basement, piled high with bric-a-brac.
A sign I spy merrily proclaims:
Honk! An intruder got this far once before he was shot. You’re on camera!
Eventually we find my friend, lying down in his room, deep in the basement. He seems annoyed at the disturbance. I wish him speedy return to health and Happy Easter. He looks at me like I’m crazy for caring about Easter that much and in response he pulls his hand from under the covers. There’s a bit of orange gel of some kind on his finger which he instructs me to taste. I do, and I wake up instantly
It wasn’t even the right house/friend IRL
A family gathering of some sort I was at was getting hassled by a fast-talking (like an auctioneer) State trooper who was threatening my mom with a weapons possession charge because of some unsecured firearm that was in our collective possession. My mom kept annoying him and I was trying to get her to Just Shut Up.
Eventually the trooper was mollified. As he’s about to leave we realize he has a striking resemblance to John Cena, it turns out to be his brother James Cena.