Bane?
some kind of tragic fox character
Dreamed that I saw an infomercial for a subscription service where every month you’d get a movie in the mail selected by an Eastern European guy who’s really into Manowar, beginning with a documentary about the man himself and his karaoke hobby.
We were all hanging out in my friend’s parents’ basement watching tv in the middle of the night high school style and we had to hide a very fragrant pile of weed that someone brought before the parents got home.
had a scary dream about being pursued by slenderman and even in the dream i was annoyed bc come on, not fucking slenderman, jesus christ. in his dumb little suit and all. luck of the draw i guess.
dreamed I was lost in one of those maze-like subway malls like they have in Taipei, and there was some promotional stand advertising some Happy Meal thing, which I think was both about Dream of the Red Chamber and Evangelion because my subconscious had somehow confused them into being one thing. I remember one of the adult female characters was being presented in a school uniform and I got pissed off and said “Why does everything have to always be schoolgirls”
Then later I was being chased by monsters through the mazey subway, and I ducked into a room and tried to hide behind some pile of tables, but the monster found me. Only it turned out to be my dad, who was just breathlessly trying to tell me not to worry about the schoolgirls thing, it’s fine chill out. I think I just sighed and woke up
I was living in some sort of pastiche of 1920s London and somehow my underwear could implicate me in being at the scene of a crime so everyone was trying to pants me.
dreamed I was playing a huge game of StarCraft with like 20 other players, except you could zoom in on individual units and they all had personalities. i couldn’t figure out the interface so I was stuck with spawning 3 tiny grunts who were very cute and amusing. I tried getting one to start mining but he got lost?
dreamed me and some friends were driving to the moon in a king of the hill car, a car everyone knew was associated with king of the hill in some way, and we had a human size pizza box full of loose gyro meat and it kept slipping out and onto the floor of the car
Never remember dreams but had to wake up to pee and had one lingering impression, which was use of a British slang word, “furtherman,” whose meaning is like, a total bro who’s got your back. A friend who’s there to push you further.
There was a segment in WWE where this lady would interview the wrestlers through little confession booth style shutters on the restroom stalls. She had a chair on a rail and could scoot beside all the stalls and open the shutters from her end. HHH and Stephanie had a special stall where they had big face to face toilets and they were getting interviewed. The interview came to an abrupt end when the interviewer lady revealed that the group stall toilets were more like standing bath tubs and the couple’s legs were in the water they were shitting into.
And then one my friends introduced me to her long lost adult daughter but I had to do the peek around the door thing because I couldn’t find pants.
I actually briefly woke up around 7am because I swear I heard knocking so maybe this had something to do with that.
Forgot what thread I was in and the whole time I was reading this I thought this was something they actually did.
“Yeah that makes sense, high concept, scatological, and incompetently staged sounds like the WWE’s sense of humor.”
The apocalypse had happened and different groups loosely tied to old nations were holed up in neighboring fancy castle/manor house things. I was with a small and not very choice arrangement of coworkers past and present and we had been wiped out in our final stand the same way several times, getting shot by arrows from afar by a group who living in a mall, but somehow we had prepared differently and were up again the surviving Russian faction rather than whoever kept consistently getting us previously somehow. The big difference this time was that we both seemed to be relying on Ricky Jay’s Cards as Weapons, with the exception of a couple of the lead Russian survivors who were ladies in pants suits packing handguns. As they attacked all three of our entrances we managed to paper cut them all to death, even those with superior arms as they were untrained welding the guns as a status symbol as we suspected. There were three entrances in large halls, that all branched off from a central courtyard. My unit got our entrance under control then we rushed to the other two as reinforcements shocked at how well the cards were working. At the very end we were checking for casualties, couldn’t find one person, and it turned out he was eating a salad oblivious in some side room.
DSP announced that the financials weren’t working out, and he was getting out of streaming. Then CAPCOM announced that the CAPCOM Cup would have an Umamusume side tourney with a $400,000 pool, and DSP announced he had a plan.
My old college was hosting some sort music fest and one of the stages was all old local punk bands. Before the show there was a lunch buffet and this really dense guy I knew in high school decided to show off his fancy knife and open all the salad dressing bottles by slicing them in half from top to bottom and leaving them all floating in their combined contents in a big serving tin. I accidentally sat at the vip table and had to make small talk until someone came and cleared all the tables away. We never got to the actual performances.
Then I was in a theater watching the new Fantastic Four movie, and most of it was just people watching Galactus very slowly beam down, then the friend I was at the theater with and I both got shushed for groaning when he shoots down a helicopter which then crashes in a big long pan sequence on the island prison Carnage was in which also happened to be beside a sleeping kaiju and the crashed X-Men jet and a bunch of other shit shamelessly crammed in from prequels we hadn’t seen that all just hangs out in a big cluster off the shore of NYC.
I was at a work retreat and everything I said seemed to land the wrong way. I started proselytizing about cutting your own hair and I periodically brought out clippers to give nyself a touch up. Oh yeah, and the entire time, I walked around comoletely naked with my pants around my ankles.
It ended with me saying goodbye to everyone and very shamefully walking back to my car in the parking garage, pulling my pants up, and realizing that I still had the hotel keys in my pocket. On top of everything, I neglected to check out.
Had a dream where I was searching for a wallet @SLUGGER left at a bar and also Spike Lee told me I wasn’t welcome at the movie theater cuz I smelled bad and had depression
i don’t recall most of it but at one point i absentmindedly smoked weed out of a glass pipe and then was like “why do i even have this in my apartment, there’s no way inhaling butane fumes is good for you” and threw it out
I was in high school but pointedly it wasn’t my actual high school at all. I forgot my lunch in a classroom, and wasn’t allowed to go get it at lunch time despite there not being a class occurring in that room.