Nightmare that I bought a $3700 bike computer off eBay and immediately regretted it. When I received it, the thing weighed like two pounds, didn’t attach to my cockpit correctly, and had a large external battery pack connected to the bike computer by a dangerously thin and fragile power wire. I was sooooo embarrassed… I had to go down to the bike co op and people were looking at me like I was the worst sort of frivolous freak…
Had one where a stalker was chasing a blue van, and the van couldn’t get away because he kept chasing it, but at the last moment it was revealed he was actually chasing a very accurate tiny model of the van in such a way that the real van got away
I dreamed I sat down to play a random version of poker and it required two score card holders, a row of pins that one placed rubber bands on, a pencil, and a weird double row of colored matchsticks that actuated up and down to keep track of something, and I was playing against Ryan Styles, who was rude to me when I asked the rules and he said he wasn’t going to tell me, so I knocked his chips onto the floor.
I dreamed I went a shop which feel very familiar, the shop owner said hello to me as a good friend and share their recent life. It the beginning, I wonder if this shop exist in my real life, then I start to realize that this shop only appears in my dream almost 5-7 years ago, it’s all my fantasy and not show up in my dream in recent years. Many of my old friends hang around with me at this shop, we drink coke and bullshit each other, as a dream, it filled my empty after I moved to this city at that time. Anyway, the shop owner complain his back pain, his cousin grown up and now he’s trying to join professional soccer match.
it’s a bit crazy for me.
I dreamed that my baby’s first words were “Peek-a-boo!”
i think my most irrational but sincerely held belief is that the Dream World is a real place that exists somewhere even when you aren’t asleep, and when you dream you’re just going back to it
I dreamed that instead of a roomba there was a giant of blanket scouring pad made from nanomachines that could expand, contract, emit and absorb soap and dirt. It was released in a house with a cat and the dream consisted in the cat running away from it as it expanded to fill the entire house while nobody was home.
my itch io dashboard showed up multiple times in my dream, at one point showing a modest 93 people downloaded my game which I got excited about.
I explained the concept of malicious .dll files to this hot older business lady then we did it.
I dreamed about a girl who was being held captive by cops who were robbing her and killed her mom. And she escaped by calling the cops clandestinely and hiding her phone and finding a way to report her location while making it sound like she was complaining about where she lived. It was very satisfying to dream of the cops killing the cops at the end.
Other dream was about an assassin in a cyberpunk universe who just went on action movie rampages mixed with James Bond infiltration segments among the corporate overclass and due to the corporations own automated disinfo bots working against them accidentally and everyone’s brain being fried from drugs and tech nobody ever figured out that all the murders were one guy and instead assumed it was a crime wave and separate instances of terrorism.
I dreamed Shadow the Hedgehog had the ability to conjure and run on an invisible horizontal plane of “dark starlight”, which made him OP in every subsequent sonic game.
I dreamed that my game Liber 2 was a big hit, so at a game show for Liber 3 I announced a major pivot and trolled everyone with a fake video with Xavier Renegade Angel tier graphics about how we were going to grow structural, edible, hallucinogenic mushrooms on mars for housing, enabled with bitcoin for shopping and solving property disputes. Then when it was done I said just kidding, we’re making another game and rolled the real trailer.
While attempting to get some sleep in on the train I dreamt that I disconnected from the dream, and then the automod banned me from dreams.
An oversized rat kept stealing my socket wrench. I had to put the adorable motherfucker in a shed, but it immediately found another rat in the shed and started attacking it. So I relocated the rat to another shed and it found ANOTHER rat to attack.
I dreamed of a water droplet called Mortoij that was forcibly rejoined to the ocean, losing it’s identity and becoming part of a chaotic constantly churning and reforming hive mind.
I also dreamed about a pretty depressing novel about a squat full of trans women that in the end falls apart before getting burned down by an absentee landlord. The remaining trans girl dies in the fire and the 60 year old trans woman ends up on death row because the “protect kids against grooming act” makes her culpable for her death since she was under 25. Also the old woman has to walk through the fire to escape, which is a poignant metaphor for responding to dysphoria by transitioning as soon as possible. On death row she reflects that she has three appeals and is 60 years old and might still “run out the clock”, which is also poignant because she is presented as a gritty survivor throughout the text, and sums up the way she has lived her life as a trans woman in a straightforward metaphor.
After months of nothing I got an unfun dream last night.
I made friends with this seemingly friendly guy with a big old car. We were driving around an unfamiliar neighborhood in the city, and he parked in the middle of a side street near some rough looking shopping complex to show me some iOS game that included these weird RF ID based masks that you had to use to give your character different abilities. One was this alien looking scuba mask that you actually had to breathe into to stick to your face. Otherwise the game was one of those 3D beat em ups of the sort that mobile game movie tie ins always are. Eventually he had to run into the building and he left me alone in the car in the middle of the street. When a giant limo was trying to turn down the street this guy’s car was blocking, I threw it in neutral and pushed it beside the Shen. When the guy re-emerged he was pissed that I moved the car and he started to go off on me, but I quickly preempted whatever he was about to say by calling him and inconsiderate asshole for blocking the street indefinitely.
Then I woke up ten minutes before my alarm.
I think the mask switching guy might have been inspired by this weird ren fest-y rapper that we played a show with many many years ago, who had all these leather masks on those retracting pull strings that he kept swapping between line after line. That guy was much friendlier though.
dreamed I was talking to rudie while finishing folding my zines, but it was the videogame zine I made and I realized one side wasn’t printed, then I was like “wait I folded these already?”
I dreamed of a rap battle where a horrible white boy attacked the better rapper for daring to challenge him as bullying with horrible self deprecating rhymes that included rhyming ‘boy’ with ‘boy’ several times and finished with pointing out how rhyming boy with boy was lazy and uncreative. Everybody loved it exceot for me. I thought it was cynical trash.
