Tony soprano was sloppily sucking on like three of my fingers while he thought I wasn’t looking and I got so mad and confronted him about it but when I did he got a boner so hard it knocked me back like five feet like that Bruce Lee one inch punch attack
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I had a dream that I was in a suburban downtown area and there was a big, abandoned, and crumbling futurist habitat hanging over the streets. It looked like a bunch of bubble modules, decked out in glass and stainless steel and plastic. It was falling apart and in some places sagging down badly enough to interfere with traffic. In some places the modules were overgrown with vegetation, in some places they were more purposefully intertwined with the canopy of trees overhead.
Apparently it had been designed by some fanciful Italian architect back in the 70s.
I was walking around taking pictures of them with a little point and shoot digicam. They were coming out great, the contrast between the vegetation and the metal looked amazing and the lighting was perfect.
People wanted to see them, and I was happy to show off my work but the SD card also contained about a zillion pictures of my daughter, so many that scrolling through them rapidly more or less produced animations of her playing and rolling around. The people I was showing were delighted by this, at least.
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I dreamed I lived with my parents in their downtown home.
I was watching a livestream and Julia Roberts was on my street.
I ran out of the house barefoot to meet her.
I told her I was a big fan.
Then we started hanging out and I had a huge crush on her.
We went to a local Chinese grocer (not a real one) and bought Chinese beer. We drank it in the streets.
When I returned home, I was wearing boots, though I was sure I had ran out of the house barefoot, and I wondered had I really met Julia Roberts or had I had a psychotic episode. I started getting texts, and realized I had definitely met someone, but I wasn’t sure if it had been Julia Roberts or not.
I thought about posting to SelectButton about my new crush, but thought I should wait until I knew whether or not it was Julia Roberts first.
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Breaking down the dream a little
Living with my parents - was because I’m feeling dependent
I was barefoot because I’m self conscious about feet, so someone who can accept me barefoot can accept me fully, it strengthened the romantic tie
The Chinese grocer that sells alcohol has been in my dreams before, it’s weird that my dreams have consistent unreal places.
Julia Roberts was in Leave the World Behind which I watched recently, I guess I subconsciously got a bit of a crush.
The barefoot to booted thing seemed like a normal dream inconsistency but when I caught it, it made me question my own sanity which is kinda neat.
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I dreamed that a bunch of bohemian weirdos squatted a mall, then gradually renovated it into housing and stores. Simultaneously a bunch of cartoon characters lived in the mall and were sad it was no longer a mall. But as time went on they started getting along.
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I had a dream I was at a German diner for brunch.
And all of their dishes somehow involved chocolate, and had names like “Hunnschenschloppe”.
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I haven’t been sleeping/sleeping well lately but I think I managed to straighten things out last night on account of my taking a vacation day today. Consequently this is the first set of dreams I recall having since that stretch a couple months back.
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Out of the blue Metal Gear Solid 6 came out. It begins with a set piece where Snake (we weren’t sure which one) intercepts a small commercial airplane by leaping from a fighter plane’s ejector seat, and hangs on the exterior side of it. You can tap on the windows and mess with the passengers within. Eventually there’s a battle with robotic tentacles that attack the plane. The whole thing played like that Star Fox level in Smash Bros.
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My film maker friend finished his newest movie and we were in some major but compact New England city’s downtown area for a big premiere at some bar in a little shopping district. This was all coinciding with a big city-wide parade that snaked through the grid-like streets that seemed to be a combination Halloween/Memorial Day thing. Stuff kept happening keeping me from getting to the bar for the premiere. I was staying in a loft building down the street where I went to take a shower, with a massive sprawling boiler room where I kept getting bounced between getting asking questions by a superintendent and some contractors none of whom’s names I could remember. There was a plan hatched to steal Halloween costumes from an old fashioned brewery building across the street from the bar by volunteering to work their haunted house then causing some sort of scene and escaping out the window. This brewery’s mascots were soldiers in multicolored revolutionary war uniforms, and they were throughout the parade. We had to meet my friend’s family on the other side of town to guide them to the spot but got stuck as a float that was just a massive stack of body bags went by. I had to get some package for my mom who ordered something online for pickup in whatever city this was at some sort of closed fed ex spot. And finally we got caught up in the restaurant next store when I ran into a group of friends who I thought were heading straight to the bar for the screening but were more concerned about getting dinner.
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We were on some sort of road trip through a small rural town in the vein of our annual trips to VHS Fest in PA and stopped at some sort of happening that was a mix between a renaissance festival, the Assault game from American Gladiators, and live theater. From an audience overlooking from a hill, participants were chosen to get bows and blunt arrows and navigate this field of hay bail barricades to “storm a castle” while a group of defenders are firing back. The first go around had everyone in hokey ren fest garb but a later performance was plan clothes and seemed to be West Side Story themed narratively. We got picked for the former despite not being dressed for it but the event itself was kind of a blur other than lots of hiding.
Then I was at some sort of Burger King laid out like a Taco Bell with my parents and the dynamic felt like I was a child. Everyone’s orders were messed up, it wasn’t our first choice restaurant to begin with, and we had to rush eating.
Then back to adult me, I ended up at some sort of show where I hit it off with a bunch of punk kids because I mentioned I just got back from ren fest/American gladiators thing which had some kitschy cache with them. They invited me back to their house to be on their podcast, where there’s like 30 of them spread around in one of those enclosed porch sunroom situations with mics. As they were about to hit record, they explained to me it’s a true crime podcast and whoever they were covering was loosely fictionalized in a nonexistent Metallica music video I was loosely familiar with. There was also some sort of issue with puddles and one of my feet got soaked.
Then jump to the West Side Story thing, then I woke up.
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As some background, Frank Black’s doing a solo career tour right now and I was recently talking to a friend about what his backup band situation is since Joey’s on half those albums but there’s also a Pixies tour about to happen, and one is practically just a TMBG record.
Now onto the dream:
The whole thing was centered on an abandoned tiki bar that for some reason a former coworker presented me with a model of, as well as a brochure from when it was open that mostly consisted of photos from occasions we were there (and it apparently served as a venue for local bands). After studying the photos looking for people I knew I them, suddenly we’re at this abandoned tiki bar and I’m supposed to play a noise set there when we find out that Frank Black apparently booked it the same night, and needs to borrow people for his backup band. My friend signed me up against my will, and gave me a melted Kit Kat to make up for doing this. The only stipulation was that we play Calypso beats, so I knew I was fucked. I was trying to figure out what to do with my gear, and was attempting to nervously hook some dirty offbrand Seaboard midi controller I found backstage to a laptop when I thankfully woke up.
There was some bit where I lived with this awful family but they all moved out while I was using the bathroom in there too. The bathroom was gross, and poop kept falling out of the toilet.
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My wife and I were at some sort of auditorium watching some sort of dance troupe (?). They weren’t doing any fancy choreography with each other that would justify the price of admission — they were all just doing the same generic line dance without interacting with each other. There were a few performers in mascot costumes (Pokemon?) who were taking up a few columns on the left of the stage, but one of them had their suit deflate so that poor guy had to stop dancing.
At one point they announced that they would have the audience judge the performers. (At this point all the mascots were gone.) The way this worked is that they had each row stand up, jog down the aisle and in front of the performers, point at whoever they wanted to be eliminated, and jog back to their seats (all without stopping). I didn’t understand the elimination criteria or tabulation method, but it looks like performers needed at least a couple people to point at them before being eliminated.
This whole judging bit was both unexpected to me and offensive to my sensibilities, so as I was jogging past the stage I was just moving my pointer finger wildly without singling out anyone in particular. This apparently bothered whoever was running the show, so I randomly settled on one of the two remaining dancers and let out a very petulant “NO! >:[” before jogging back to my seat.
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This was an especially weird night.
First off I got invited to a guy I vaguely know’s wedding reception (has actually already been married for a couple years, and I know that before I followed his wife’s podcast before I met him). But before the wedding I had to help replace some sort of light switch on a freeway shoulder conveniently located near the tiny one room residence where we were supposed to meet the wedding party for the reception. We didn’t get the job done but the guy and his dad who were my bosses here said it was ok if we just nailed a block of wood over it.
Eventually we took a train/bus thing to the wedding and it was in some sort of undefined other country. Maybe it was the UK because at one point we thought Billie Piper got on and that she was in the wedding party but also she looked really short so we couldn’t decide if it was her or not. I got off early because I needed to get some shoes for the occasion and at the stop people were hassling me for being American, saying that probably had a bunch of guns in their bags.
I found some sort of tokusatsu hall of fame that was run by ghouls from the future who seemed to worship these characters, and they had a full sized diorama (as in a giant scene out their window) of a nonexistent scene from the real movie I made with my friends where my character turned into a giant robot (sequel idea!), and when I explained who I was they were very excited to meet me and try to explain how they came across the video tape. They offered to actually turn me into a giant robot, but I had to find a rest room first and all they had were closets with sinks in them. My parents were there waiting for me like it was my graduation or something.
Then I was recounting this whole thing to someone else who was also me who had to take some sort of offbrand floating spherical robotic pokemon like friend (so I guess more of a mag) past a graveyard at night where it would ward off ghosts. Sure enough no ghosts, but I was afraid to look at the graveyard as I passed.
Then I’m going through boxes of old stuff at my parents house with one of my friends and I find a packet of glossy color flyers from some sort of very intricate variety show (shades of RT’s dream above) that in the dream I vividly recalled doing in high school with my friend and our flyer was us in these weird squirrel costumes where our faces are down their throats and we’re wearing sunglasses. The photo is like a close up of me in profile on the left with my friend in the background and it looks like a Devo press shot or something. My friend reminded me that my big line in the act had to do with pooping and I was wondering how I got alway with that. Meanwhile I’m flipping through these flyers from each act looking trying to find the one that’ll prompt my memory for it being the really out there that I particularly enjoyed. In dreams there’s so much stuff that my brain just sort of accepts as being—temporarily factual in the context of the dream, I guess—but this felt just like digging for something I actually knew and had forgotten, in the same way of trying to remember the name of a long closed restaurant or the layout of a closed mall is. It was a really weird feeling. I never did find the flyer I was hoping to find for but there was one with a photo of a group who did some sort of live action space ghost coast to coast act. Meanwhile my mom is chiding me because she just found a decades old melted ice cream sandwich also in with this old stuff I saved. I woke up thinking about this variety show thing more and wondering if it was a detail from a dream years ago or something. And now that has me again reflecting on the fallibility of memory, and what exactly my collected life experience is and isn’t.
Yesterday I had a tough time sleeping through the night too and I dreamed that an exgirlfriend of mine was set up in a post apocalyptic wasteland in and old amphitheater that felt out of Logan’s Run, where she was imparting whoever would come by with her recollections of the way the world used to be. But all she had was telling us that former Detroit Piston turned auto parts manufacturer and mayor Dave Bing had a foot fetish. Something that I can neither confirm nor deny in reality.
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There was a really big sentient onion in the ground that could talk. It’s mother was also there, and she climbed out of whatever pot she was in. She was tall enough to reach the ceiling of atrium of the mall they were in.
Cuba (idk why it was him in particular) then made some post about how he was impressed by the practical effects on display, and then made some point about how back in the day that sequence would have cost millions of American dollars to make, but today it costs millions of Vietnamese dollars to make (??)
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I’m just a big fan of Ho Chi Minh
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took a nap and a bunch more in development games got cancelled. Apparently Psyonix had a prototype of a sailor moon game called Girl Scout, but it’s gone now. I then got really worried about whether or not I could tell anyone about that because I wasn’t sure if the person who mentioned it expected me to keep it to myself.
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I dreamed about a 50 key rhythm game. Just a Steel Battalion level complexity controller with fast twitch scrolling icons.
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stress dream where my passport application was rejected because it was placed in a box at the mail office with the wrong number and pages the application was printed on had numbers on them that were wrong. the lady trying to to help me was very sympathetic.
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two basically unrelated ones last night that for some reason feel worthy of documentation
first: a recurring dream, i’m wandering the streets of some random taipei neighborhood looking for a place to get what should be a ubiquitous food item but am either plagued by indecision or unable to locate the particular shop i’m looking for. not remarkable at all it’s just weird how often i have this same dream. in this case i was looking for shaobing, baked flatbread w sesame seeds usually w/scallion omelette type thing inside. i want one
second: totally unprecedented and vaguely unsettling in a way i can’t express. i am hearing a sort of mid-2010’s sounding radio pop song for the first time called “i like my life”, just like totally bland radio music. it begins to occur to me that the lyrics are a little low key, if not depressing. then suddenly i’m watching the music video for the song and it turns out that it’s a duet performed by two middle aged conjoined twins, linked at the forehead meaning when one of them is standing the other one needs to be lying down. they’re in a bar setting in the video and whenever one is singing the other one is having beer and or shots poured into her mouth by other partiers
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that IS weird, i just liked up shaobing and it looks fine but surely you’d wanna dream about jianbing??
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woke up at 9 after four hours’ sleep dreaming of being obliged to submit to living room surgery to get a pair of cow legs grafted onto my midsection. as i was wandering about beforehand i noticed a cow’s brain floating in the water-filled kitchen sink so i guess i was getting some or all of that too?
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Not much of a thing in Taipei and I guess the few I had during my brief time in Beijing were not enough to penetrate my dreamscape. Also they may not be photogenic but the humble shaobing can be truly life affirming in the right circumstances
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