I dreamed I commissioned art of my dragonsona and specified that they should look “like a femboy, but with girl bits”
I had some sort of mega New York dream. I was living there allegedly for art school and taking the subway around. Ended up at a stop done up like an old Warner Bros mall store. From there I suddenly entered an apartment where some people were just starting to watch Beetlejuice 2 on a small kitchen TV (which I’m just now realizing was a 4:3 crt because of course that’s what my brain defaults to). The opening scene had someone getting attacked by a tornado of Monopoly money being manipulated by a poltergeist who may or may not have been our hero—it was a cliffhanger. Then it cuts to two women who are big time vinyl toy manufactures and through puppeting old timey Little Bo Peep-esque dolls they explain that they’re moving to the Beetlejuice house to inform their new line as stylized figures in all white with these caricature style line drawing faces of Kurt Vonnegut, Andy Warhol, the Screamers logo, and the Golden Girls appear around them in a little diner scene. I left wanting to save watching the film for the big screen rather than in a strangers kitchen, and after a subway ride ended up walking past a long line of young people waiting to get into a concert where someone in a Walmart greeter vest called me warehouse boy as an implied anti-detroiter slur and wiped their nose on my jacket.
I keep having stress dreams, in my last one I was stuck in a small town and my stuff kept getting stolen so I couldn’t leave.
I had a dream that back when Conan O’Brien had a talk show Tony Leung Chiu-wai was for some reason a regular guest on the show, even when he wasn’t promoting any movies or anything. Like at some point they just met and got along so he kept inviting him back I guess
this somehow morphed into an idea for a movie that was like, a John Woo style heroic bloodshed / brotherhood movie, but it was somehow also about a group of like middle-aged amateur basketball players / friends who somehow got wrapped up in criminal activity, the movie starred Tony Leung, Conan O’Brien, and Ke Huy Quan as the three main friends. Idk I think that would be pretty good casting for something it’s just Conan can’t act really
gah, it happened again. i wonder if my mind is telling me that there’s something about one of them that i didn’t appreciate enough.
Dream about mind uploaded spider aliens merging ghost in the shell puppetmaster style with very online trans women hackers who were trying to escape persecution. The spider aliens had some sort of modular nanotech mecha tech that merged with human bodies and this let them fight back. It was an anime.
My brain sort of filled in the details from there as I was waking up though: they were fighting against a transplanetary Musk hereditary monarchy. The catchphrase of the series, delivered by a spider, is “evolution is messy. Crossing thresholds is even messier”. The current musk monarch is named King Master Chief or some shit and his son has a dumb XAE12 type name that he keeps trying to repudiate as he does anti Musk factional espionage in the background. Lots of play into the nature of identity, morphological freedom, body horror, the terrors of determinism and especially in the context of physically known, amoral teleology.
The show ends with the trans spider aliens, who are bisexual and kill their mates, merging with women, enslaving men, terraforming every human body into spider nanomecha bodies, and the Prince taking his preferred human followers and beaming their own minds to another planet to replicate what the spider aliens did, saying to his father he should be proud they’re following in the same colonialist footsteps. The father tells him to preserve the human race, and he says no, I will preserve human values.
dreamt about portal this time. just about peering down a very tall shaft with that poison goo visible at the bottom, and several pillar-like steps numbered in descending order
(come to think of it i would call portal a platformer)
Had a dream where, in order to do a job, I was required to wear femme ankle socks that had decorative seeds glued to the tops of them. Then started getting really deep red welts from the seeds, and overheard someone mention they were responsible for lead poisoning. Woke up with my feet tingling because I’d been sleeping in a bad position.
this time it was symphony of the night. there was a floating sword that triggered thunderstorms indoors when you engaged it and its arcs synced with music in a cool way that i wish i could remember more of
The mundane activity of checking my kid’s diaper for poop finally made a cameo in a dream, although the dream was mostly about something completely different.
I had to have an intervention for a friend who was stationed with the 4077
Was playing a game/was in a game (same thing for me in dream-state really, like there was no conception of using a controller or having a sense of body at all) that was like a cross between an SNES Dragon Quest and LttP where you’re trying to maneuver around this field of spawning enemies that would then just relentlessly track you, and I was trying to move through a new area only I was underpowered so I had to avoid everything, and there was this section with multiple like, hidden paths, only the enemy spawns were placed such that you would inevitably get knocked down this cliff to where there was this dungeon entrance except there were like five really strong enemies right there that would just stun-lock you and kill you, and then you’d have to start over.
I kept trying to figure out how to get to one of the hidden paths and kept getting knocked down and killed while thinking “shit, I really should just hang out at the beginning of this area and grind until I’m powerful enough to actually explore this area” except I really didn’t want to.
Not sure what this says about me or videogames or what.
I dreamed about a guy with a magic machine gun that used his blood as ammunition and the pupils of his eyes slowly drained as an indicator of how much ammo/life he had left.
dont post this here someone will rip it off for an unsufferable boomer shooter
The city is covered up the the second floor in floodwater. I step into the hallway of my 2nd floor apartment and the stairwell disappears into brown water. One of my roommates tells me it’ll be fine, we’ll just have to air out our clothes afterwards, and the rest of the roommates are sleeping. It’s still raining outside.
following dream, Kinuko is friends with Max Landis and apparently so am I. He finds me in a Super Mario World art instillation while he is wearing a baggy bowser costume. He tells me that he’s making a movie about the shinkansen in the 1970s, and I say “Wow, so you’re finally making it huh?” He gives me a promotional lamp for the movie and tells me I have to keep the movie secret, but it’s a big lamp and it has the name of the movie written on it.
I think in my dream last night I had made a realisation about some fundamental truth of the universe somehow through a 3D modelling demonstration about inverse kinematics, but I have forgotten what it was.
The part I do remember was some kind of competitive dodgem cars rally, where the human team’s car had a banner sticking out of the top saying something pessimistic like “Live is an eternal struggle”. Nearby was the dog team’s car, whose banner was the same except it had an extra line underneath saying “and shiny coats”
I dreamed fascists took over and were executing people by making them walk the “bomb carpet”, which was just a red carpet for celebrities but with mines hidden underneath. I opted to just get shot instead.
i had a dream that for some reason someone was making a post on here thanking all of the ‘old guard’ posters for their contributions to the community, and i got silently mad about it because one of the people mentioned was someone i had never heard of and i looked them up and saw that they had posted a total of 9 times since the beginning of sb2
I had one dream in which I was playing some mech combat game, and I was just constantly strafing back and forth, shooting out enemy mech legs so I could scavenge their weaponry.
In another, I watched a man and a relative argue over the disposition of a house to be inherited. One man’s father, a formerly famous psychic medium, has ostensibly passed away, though he was convinced his father still lived. He was right and I caught a glimpse of the man while wandering a part of the house I wasn’t supposed to be in.