Had like a 12 hour drive to catch a flight. They wouldn’t let me check my “bag” because it was a cardboard box with a hole in it. So they shipped it to my destination instead? But then I couldn’t board the plane because I lost my phone. And I accidentally slid into a button and set off some kind of alarm.
A comedy of errors that was very stressful.
forgot this was the dream thread for a second
I was waiting around for some sort of play to start in a weird spot where we were just supposed to sit on the floor. I was getting antsy and about to leave but then someone had them put on some Frogs live footage to keep me specifically occupied.
Knausgaard released a 400-page Mad Lib book and I went on a camping trip with @Felix, @boojiboy7, and a former co-worker to fill it out in the middle of the woods. We hiked all day and as we were making camp, my former co-worker said he had to go home and suddenly left. We then discovered that he had filled out and then burned the book. Felix sighed, and opened up his pack, revealing multiple copies of the book.
This time *I * forgot this was the dream thread
We were at my friend’s house (parent’s house?) to make a movie but the house was all narrow hallways and showers and we couldn’t find our friend.
But also I was also experiencing the movie and these kids were playing on this old fashioned and vaguely British playground immediately outside the door to the house. The key feature of this playground was this small circular waist high walled area where kids were supposed to spin around inside of called a Camden Cross (there’s the vaguely British part). Then we were kids but much later as the Camden Cross had been demolished, but it was still supposed to be cursed. And after spinning around in the spot where it had been which was marked by the rotted wood base amid the pavement, my friend’s little brother went missing. But it seemed more like he wandered off and fell off a near by cliff into the sea while his older brother was distracted than got taken by fairies or whatever.
Then I woke up because the wind or rats or something were banging on the metal exterior cover to the air conditioner unit for my apartment.
I had an SB dream…
I was watching TV on a Friday night. X-Files was getting another micro season and it looked like we were in for a really weird episode. The promos were featuring both Mulder and Scully as torsos with detached arms and no legs but still living and seemingly floating, and the episode was kicked off with a disclaimer about “experimental sexual content” (which unfortunately I never got to).
The episode opened with a previously on segment setting this up as a continuation of a crossover event which flashed back to some Smallville-esque Batman show (I guess what my brain assumes Gotham is even though I’m pretty sure it wasn’t) where teen Silver St. Cloud or whoever is going swimming while on vacation in some tropical lake fed by some sort of geothermal mineral water. Back in the living room me and my friends who were watching let out a collective groan that oh they’re doing a Lazarus Pit thing, that explains how they’re going to write everyone out of this. Still what’s up with our heroes getting dismembered?
The episode’s opening has the agents pursuing Batman through the streets of this abandoned flooded tropical city but then… the Immortals theme kicks in and Scorpion appears on a rooftop. Suddenly it becomes very clear what’s going to happen to Mulder and Scully. Everyone is shocked, we’re trying to figure out if Gotham already introduced some Injustice/Mortal Kombat ties and we just hadn’t been watching or if this is a surprise. So of course I grab my phone to hit Sleazy’s thread to report in and posts are popping up faster than I can keep up like it was Twitch chat. Links are flashing by to the fighting game thread. It seems like this nth round of X-Files revivals is somehow becoming the biggest cultural event ever.
Dispute being immersed in the net, at some point we’re all disappointed when we realize that we didn’t notice in the promos but the show seems to be using some skibibi toilet looking 3D models from whatever Netherrealm game DLC pack for the FBI’s least wanted.
Unfortunately that’s when I woke up.
I suspect that the ingredients bumping around in my mind here were:
yesterday after work, I got stopped in the parking lot by a coworker who urged me to watch the Penguin. He said it was “Mario Puzo-level” and it was too cold outside for me to prolong the conversation by bringing up Superman the Movie
today (yesterday now I guess) I went to a bar after work where my friend showed a slate of locally made short horror films, and there was a lot of skull crushing and intestines being tug-a-war-ed
right before I fell asleep I was going through the backlog of IG stories I got sent while at work and there was something about Gillian Anderson promoting a new book in there.
I had nightmares last night. About my soul being broken and desperately, endlessly trying invocations, spells, and formulas to correct it by brute force. I didn’t know when I was asleep and when I was awake, so it felt like there was no escape; that the nightmare would follow me into waking and become real. I really wish I had gotten unmolested sleep last night.
Today IRL I am receiving the Gamesir Galileo G8 I ordered to use with my phone, and last night I dreamed that what I actually got was a sort of crappy standalone console that wouldn’t let me turn it off or pause the packed-in game. It was being very disruptive while Melissa was trying to talk to me about something
I dreamed that the number 37 was good and personally related to me.
Taking it back from Kevin Smith
During a dream I had to walk several blocks downtown, so I decided to get a pet. I picked up a crow off the sidewalk, cradling him on one hand, and brushed him as I walked. The crow got really into it, politely watching the city around him, but when I reached my destination I had to put him down again. Hope I meet up with that crow again.
dreamed there was a term called YOG which was like “ZOG” but about people from yorkshire
I had a dream that I slid down the handrail of an escalator as a goof, but, the side I went down didn’t go down to the floor, it ended at a pinch point between the escalator and a sloped bit of ceiling. I had to start hoofing it up the stairs not to get mangled. The hood of my sweatshirt got caught and my hoodie started strangling me, rendering me mostly unable to call for help and get someone to hit the emergency stop button. I woke up before the situation resolved.
In another dream I was at some sort of expo/convention that had sort of a hybrid frat/LAN party vibe. I was with @LaurelSoup who was for some reason like 11 feet tall (so a little bigger than real life).
Just a tiny bit taller!
I had a dream that some people were doing some weird molten stoneworking with superhot blowtorches.
Later in the dream someone I knew from elsewhere online was showing me how they did it, but they were using a piddly hairdryer and didn’t bother moving the plants off their concrete shelves before reshaping them. Saran wrap was involved somehow. I thought their approach was comparatively stupid and ineffective.
I dreamed Trump invoked “the metaphor of the tree and time machine, and the killing of the draconians from the northern isles”
Was working as a gardener or something with one co-worker. The co-worker was also constantly getting calls during the job because she was doubling up on jobs and working a help line at the same time. Occasionally when I’d overhear her help line conversations I’d offer tips.
Finally she got a call that she just handed over to me without explanation. It was a small child who was upset because he’d picked Squirtle, but then he read about how cool Charizard was. I did my best to explain that Squirtle could evolve into a cool monster too, and water type had a better spread of type effectiveness against most of the pokemon he’d be running into. I wasn’t sure if he was a kid playing a pokemon game, or a kid in a pokemon world, so I tried asking what generation he was in and hoped I’d get some useful information without breaking kayfabe, but his response was the school he went to. Ultimately I don’t think I made him any happier with getting a squirtle.
I dreamed there was a wonderswan cable port attachment called WonderWireless that let you connect bluetooth headphones.
I also dreamed about AI using nanomachines to reconstruct history by analyzing the contents of all the world’s garbage dumps.
