The world was a radioactive wasteland constantly being bombed, and a walled compound in the middle of nowhere was able to shelter 35,000 survivors. It turned out to be a Raytheon drone factory, and when the survivors tried to sabotage it the drones started killing them too, except they were still expected to go to work.
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I got my sense of smell back. My wife and I had moved back to Chongqing. These are recurring themes this year. I remember an earlier one had us moving into our new apartment, a historical high-rise that was pretty different than the two we had lived in before. The walls had a two-tone sable and ivory marble veneer. There were ornate silver-framed analog clocks on every floor. It was very chic.
This time, I remember starting around dinner time. We had met up with friends that I had made back in 2016 (in reality living in different parts of the world). We decided to go to a place we had eaten at before and loudly declared “You already know what we want!” (One of these friends actually had used this phrase successfully in waking life when ordering a chocolate shake). I could smell the hot pot and it was so aromatic. Then my wife and I realized we hadn’t gone through all the orientation stuff we were supposed to. We didn’t have bank cards, sim cards, or even a place to sleep in. The end!
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I was learning to surf, and taking to it very naturally. My companion, less so. We were asked to accompany an older gentleman to a nearby island because he had to check on something. It turned out to be overrun by dinosaurs and I hightailed it out of there, leaving old dude to his fate. A storm was rolling in, too. Really it had been overcast the entire time we were surfing, and the water had a dark greenish hue under the cloudy skies.
I dreamed of watching an interview with NHL player Mat Barzal, who was being shockingly candid, but I can’t remember what about.
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Dreamed I was some kind of human-sized anthropomorphic hermit crab who was trying to get into a university for some reason. The dormitory I was in was a tiny room shared by a bunch of nerds, and I think the idea was I was trying to upgrade to increasingly bigger and fancier rooms. But mostly I was just showing people my movie collection until a giant kaiju-sized crab grabbed me and started trying to give me life advice.
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other night i had a dream parker pranked me for dissing a nuggets record?!
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Last night’s dream seemed to be a TV show called “That’s-a No Buena” starring a child-sized puppet or person in costume who i assume was meant to be a middle aged hispanic man based on the title, but looked more Italian. I guess my subconscious can’t tell the difference.
He was living on some kind of resort in rural Tasmania and solved mysteries along with a plush Kirby and a doll. The rest of the cast where regular humans who were either staff or guests.
Eventually it seemed to evolve into a first person adventure game set in a Japanese school where Kirby was snooping through a girl’s desk reading notes on everyone’s crushes to try to find out whodunnit
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A Star Wars spin off brought in time travel and the plot was so dumb I decided to listen to an audio book of the last command rather than stick with it. I gave up when it was revealed that Kylo Ren-ish kid Vader villain stole the time travel device from himself in the past.
The one good part is that it used existing Goblin songs from other soundtracks instead of the usual John Williams stuff.
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I was getting ready for a road trip/show (both of which I have actually coming up soon separately) and forgot all sorts of stuff—my amp, socks, to tell the third person we were traveling with that this wasn’t a one day thing.
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I don’t remember much of the dream but an old friend snuck up on me and gave me a friendly jab in the back. I was happy to see him.
We’ve drifted almost entirely apart and I think we’re too different now. I’d have to willingly turn a blind eye to like, a lot of his worldview. There’s only so much of that I can do even in the name of old friendships.
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i was drinking a quite delicious non-alc (“nalkie”) beer and upon finishing it thought to check the stated alcohol content – to my dismay it was 16% ABV and 8.3 standard drinks! i was like “oh noooo i’m gonna be so hammered” but i was fine actually
later i was squatting down in a little shop eating leftover takeaway from the previous night with a mate, who was talking about how the shopkeeper had set it out on the floor for us. the shopkeeper chimed in like “actually some guys broke into the shop last night to eat that takeaway that YOU left mate” but we didn’t really get in trouble
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some kind of chill zombie survival scenario, there were only 3 of them and they couldn’t climb ladders. i was hanging out with a friend who was into casual hobbyist zombie survival in what was essentially a big playground made out of plywood sheets, 2x4s, and ladders. the simplicity of the scenario was reminiscent of an arcade game. we had to sleep sometimes, but eating was not necessary
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I just woke up from the most Catholic dream I’ve ever had. I was at a Mass/sermon/lecture that was being lead not by a priest but some TED Talky scholar, who was basically filling us all in on insidious ways our faith was being undermined. At one point a young woman tearfully submitted to her excommunication for being pregnant out of wedlock. Her mom was in the crowd and through her own tears told her she was sad but knew she’d be okay because she’d just find another faith that would accept her in her current state.
We were then lead through a very fancy looking parking garage where the architecture had been rotated in order to somehow make it satanic. I was shocked I hadn’t noticed before and perturbed because none of the columns were flush with the floor which really bugged me. Enough that I exclaimed “Jeeeesus Christ!”
Then I realized I had blasphemed and my baby started crying IRL so I woke up.
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I have been blissfully without dreams for a while.
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I’ve forgotten a couple details
Me and a friend were doing some secret project (was treasure involved) that required using some weird side entrance between an apartment building and a garage and making sure a ladder and other garage items were put back blocking said door so it looked like we didn’t use it. I was hoping to finish this task to get out to some independent video game store in an old only partially remodeled blockbuster building (which at this hazy state I can’t remember if it’s based on somewhere I’ve really been or not) that was down the road but by the time we were done we could only do a quick run through before the store closed. We decided to go back the next day even though it was more of a drive. Fast forward to the next day and I’m at my parents’ house trying to get a bunch of guests to leave so me and my partner can get ready to meet my friend at this store.
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Had a dream I moved to germany and met up with my family, who also moved, and the first third of the dream was being in a starbucks and waiting for my second drink, which didn’t come until we were about to leave. Then I absentmindedly sat down somewhere and drilled into some landscaping which got the attention of the german groundskeeper, who yelled at me in the dream, and I spent most of the rest of it trying to playcate him. Sometimes in a dream I really want to say something but my mouth doesn’t work but this time I actually tried pausing the dream so I could enunciate everything clearly for once. Then the dream went to some house party and I lamented that I missed going to another after party that a bunch of naughty dog employees were at because I was busy placating the german groundskeeper. when I woke up I was like “I am never networking again”
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I had a dream about a Resident Evil game that took place on an oil-rig, but it was the size of a mountain. One of the big bads was infected with a virus that caused their brain to vastly improve and also turn pulsing green, but made them “an endlessly optimistic intellectual narcissist”, so their research kept producing more and more dangerous an unmanagable results, as reported by the other big bad, who was trying to stop him. The last thing that happened in the dream was that the glowing green brain guy called the recalcitrant guy and asked him if he’d finally be willing to join his " hexagon peptide based research program" and the recalcitrant guy said “I prefer Octogons”, which was responded to with a davy crocket style nuke which killed him and destabilized the whole facility, leading to the escape sequence for the protagonists.
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i dreamt that i was taking part in some kind of game jam. what i was working was definitely not getting done, and i was working on it alone. i was struggling to figure out how to make isometric spaces meaningful or what i was actually gonna use them for, but there were environments to move around. probably a development of that bunny game i was working in pico-8 a while back.
a friend who could be a stand-in for someone i know or someone made up, i’m fuzzy on it, was working in a group on a visual novel that seemed really interesting, tho i have a hard time remembering what it was about. it seemed cool, something a bit sombre. i think kind of magical girls themed. may have been magical boys.
another group had worked together to make a really impressive rpg-ish but linear game with a sidescrolling presentation. the protagonist constantly worked to help and protect a lover who had been cursed to never be able to remember or recognize only the protagonist. but the cursed lover would still always feel comfortable around the protagonist, though each time experiencing them as a new person. for some reason this game made me cry, and i was in tears when waking up. felt kind of lame and embarassed about it
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I met underground comics writer CF and invited him to my mom’s house. When we arrived, my mom disclosed that she was disgnosed with cystic fibrosis (I just got the joke that my brain made). CF had to leave, but before he did, my mom gave him rent money for three months.
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genuinely unsettling how every time i move back into any kind of writing practice (which for me usually means something like “write for these two hours every day”) i immediately start having more vivid dreams almost every night
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I forgot to write it down when I first woke up but it had something to do with getting threatened with an exacto knife
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