I keep having dreams where lights don’t work. I need to see something, but every light switch does nothing.
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was on a Babylon 5 style space station when it got attacked in a war or terrorist attack of some kind. Was originally on the bridge talking to the captain when the alert happened, but was able to use some pills that stopped and reversed time to get close enough to the door before the alert locked things down.
after that was in an open atrium next to a husband and wife and a big crowd. The husband had given his wife a glass bust of some alien species that he was really excited about because it was a limited edition, and that she was not impressed with. Then the attack happened, and a bunch of people in the crowd drew their guns in shock and the wife got shot through the hand, breaking the bust and upsetting her husband because it broke. I then tried using the pills to reverse time and stood obnoxiously close to them to try and get them to turn another way so they didn’t get shot.
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Had a dream I had a girl who I had a crush on through elementary school (and later again in high school) over for dinner and kept fuckin’ falling asleep over and over, apologizing profusely and then conking out again. She was all “Well, I tried to be patient, but this was it, you blew your last chance” and left.
I woke up and was like…dang…and also I’m pretty sure she’s married anyway. Oh well.
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I can’t remember exactly what the dream scenario was, i think it was night and i was with a group of people hunting someone or something that was lurking around. We found one of our guys had created some tool that was like a modified assault rifle with the front part replaced with a kind of telescoping pole with a plastic hand on the end, like the usual mickey mouse gloved kind. I think the idea was you pull the trigger and the hand shoots out on the pole and grabs things, but the guy who made it was reluctant to talk about it and seemed embarrassed.
Then i imagined some kind of Normandy beach landing scenario where all the soldiers were armed with these guns and were just attacking by poking the enemy with the pointing fingers. Apparently this image was funny enough that i woke up laughing.
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I dreamed I was in Vegas for the weekend for some sort of IT conference, passed a hard song in Pump it Up, and then had a conversation with a guy about my mathematical limitations after he said he studied “Convolutional Hypergeometry” or something. Then I fell asleep for five days somehow, and didn’t wake up until whoever had rented the hotel room after me came into the room and started putting their stuff away.
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@drastic_bb and a couple of her friends were running this pop-up weed stall with this incredibly involved edibles that were like, each cast from individual origami paper balloons somehow, in a space i wanted to rent but had to play a really great noise show to impress the landlords. then @hellojed was lying on top of me while i was trying to use soulseek, on which @daphaknee was sending me an incredibly long and thoughtful message giving me recommendations where i should go to eat in the area, but also half of it vertically was a repeating series of simpsons screenshots and most of what i managed to read before i woke up was, i think, bitching about the name my partner and i had chosen for our child?
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i had an sb meetup dream a couple months back which ended when i startled myself awake after yelling to felix, “by the time i’m out of that hot tub, you’ll be a degrowth believer”
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That wasn’t a dream. It was a premonition.
yeah, why not invite the thing from the end of Annihilation to clear lake
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I dreamed some sort of Death Stranding like metaphysical happening hit the center of the United States, greatly reducing the standard of living. Periodically chuds would convince themselves it was all a lie and go inland and get corrupted. Some of them stopped being anything resembling human, and the more human ones categorized each degradation as a “flesh level”. The most human ones were dressed in militia kit and oozing black sludge from their mouths. They were having something like a conversation but all the words were incoherent. One of them apparently intended a question when he said " just swallow two spoons of cinnamon man" but the other paused too long before responding so he shot him.
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This was a few nights ago, but I dreamed that there was a school that greeted all new students at an assembly and told them to watch out for poison, then at the graduation feast poisoned their food. Except it was a metaphysical poison that trapped them in a hellraiser like torture realm.
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hate it when that happens
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The lack of AC means it’s like 85-90F in the house around the time I go to bed, so I’m restless as hell and having the weirdest fucking dreams.
I woke up at 12 AM and went downstairs to lay down on the living room tile (and sucked all the coolness out of it pretty quick), fell asleep, and, well, let’s see…
-Dreamt I went back to my old job at Tuesday Morning, which I’m pretty sure is out of business, but, hey, dreams. My foul mouthed supervisor was still there, but had sort of combined with my foul mouthed supervisor from my current job. “Where the hell have you been, motherfucker?” in a double voice, wild stuff.
-Brought my tool bag from my current job and offered to put together some of the furniture, since I couldn’t remember how to use the cash register POS system. Every time I turned my back another employee was putting price tags on my tools and selling them off.
-Went to check on my grandma’s house, and she hired some young guys to clear the trees near her house, who were just full on doing the Leatherface chainsaw dance at them. The trees were following Minecraft rules, so they just cut like, the bottoms of them out, the canopies and some logs hanging perilously in the air. Two of the big logs hanging over the driveway had a hastily written disclaimer saying they weren’t responsible for damage if they fell.
-Hopped in my car and for some reason drove it like a fucking gremlin, huddled in the space between the seat and the wheel, one hand on the wheel and the other on the pedal, glancing over as best I could from down there. The road was closed because there were two like…mutant tigers or something, in the road, and in my gremlin mode driving I tapped one with my bumper and sent it flying into a tree and it died. A park ranger unloaded into my car and I died and woke up.
Been…been a long, long, long time since I’ve had dreams this vivid and weird. Maybe my brain is cooking alive or something, but it is, as the kids say, “cooking.”
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Dreamed I bought a switch game and the guy at the counter was like “not waiting for the switch 2 huh”
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had a vivid dream where i was making art for the follow-up to my zzt game from last october
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Had a dream that the final plot arc of The Office was a multi episode event where they accidentally unleashed walrus people from a hidden room and the walrus people were contagious and got out and the main characters were trapped in the office like in a zombie movie, surrounded by walrus people, who also carried a disease that killed all the crops.
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had a dream about a vampire who wouldn’t suck people’s blood directly he would have to beat the shit out of people and lap up whatever blood came out
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Sounds like a vampire that got defanged by Blade
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Some motherfuckers are always ice skating uphill in dreams
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I’m walking down a winding sidewalk bordering a two-lane road next to a large open field. There are lots of trees around, but the environment is part of a larger urban area, giving it the atmosphere of a city park or college campus. I’m carrying a large steel instrument case filled with bags of snack food.
There are about fifteen people standing around ahead of me on the path, and as I approach them I notice a bus stop sign and realize they’re waiting for the bus. I mill through the crowd and begin to walk on, but then a strange bus pulls up, a bus which combines the characteristics of a regular city bus and a short box truck. The front is like that of an 18-wheeler, but the cab is taller, with a green scrolling LED marquee like a city bus and saloon-style bus doors, and the back looks just like that of a white box truck, but the shortest variant.
I ask someone in the crowd where the bus is going, and their response gives me the impression that it would save me time to ride it, so I decide to get on. I notice people going behind the bus and stashing their bags there, so I follow their lead and discover that there is a metal compartment in the back close to the ground, with a pull-down door, where you can put your luggage. I push the steel case of snack food in there and then get on the bus with the rest of the crowd.
Inside, the front of the bus is just like a normal city bus, with a little kiosk where you can scan your bus card or put in money and the driver seated behind. I tap my wallet on the kiosk as I enter. However, the bus has airplane-style armchair seating, in a 1-aisle-2-aisle-1 pattern. Sometimes the seats are facing towards the front of the bus and sometimes towards the back; it seems to change moment-by-moment.
The seats are already packed with people. I start making my way down the right aisle to look for seating in the back, but two young Black women who seem to be friends stop me as I walk past and suggest that I might prefer the area “up above.” They say if I want to climb up using their armrests it’s okay, so I start to do that, but I notice that the woman on the left looks a bit uncomfortable at me stepping on her armrest with my shoes. I ask her if she’d rather I took my shoes off, and she doesn’t say anything immediately in response, wanting to be polite, but I get the impression she would and just take them off anyway and she does look relieved. I just leave them on the floor of the aisle and, in my sock feet, stand up on their armrests and clamber up on top of the apparent ceiling where there seems to be another space.
This space turns out to be a very tall room, with the floor space of a large bedroom but four stories in height. The floor is covered in all sorts of different crafting materials—colored pencils, construction paper, fabric, yarn, stencils, glue, etc. etc. Various people are seated amidst the craftolopolis working on small projects. There is an extremely tall bed frame in the far right corner that goes all the way up near the ceiling. One of the seated people suggests to me that I should go and take my old friend Rosie’s position up on the bed because she went off to do something else a little while ago, and I get the impression that the people there feel that someone ought to be fulfulling whatever role she was fulfilling at all times if possible, so I go and climb all the way up four stories onto the bed.
Up on the bed I can see the seated people crafting far below and then an open gap past them where I first climbed up, through which I can see the bus floor and a bit of the seats even lower down. The bed is too close to the ceiling to be able to stand up, giving the environment a kind of cozy attic flavor. The mattress itself is a cheap twin-size cot with a thin plasticky faux-fabric covering. Three sides of the bed have a short wooden railing, but the long side facing into the room is left open. There are two teen girls sitting there hanging their legs off that side with their backs to me that I know are named Wilma and Paloma. Rosie has left some in-progress knitting up there that I decide I’ll continue for her, powder-blue and dark green squares.
Suddenly I notice that the cot is starting to slide off the bed. I grab onto the railing and pull it back, but when I let go, it starts to slide off again. I realize Wilma and Paloma are putting their weight too far off the bed and I’m not heavy enough to compensate. I say “Hey y’all” to them, planning to warn them about this, and they both turn their heads to face me, but then in unison they both accidentally slip off the mattress and plummet to the ground.
I’m so shocked and frightened by this that the dream starts to break up. I look over the bed and miraculously see that they’re starting to stand up and seem to be okay, but the dream is fading all around me and I’m soon awake in my bed.
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