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I had a series of dreams about bad video games, with some ethereal presence pointing out all the flaws to me. I think it was supposed to be Moot.

 

The last in the series had me on the bridge of the TNG starship Enterprise, which received a distress call from a little black girl. She claimed to be the only crew member of the starship "Enterprise", but her ship was called the Novarsky something and was covered in an American flag graphic, along with her uniform. I was sent to investigate, and found out she actually lived in a small one story building in a small midwestern town. Once I went inside I was trapped, and we were watched by a bunch of wall-mounted lasers whose function I couldn't figure out.

 

Richard Pryor, in his own starship, also got the distress call and vowed to save the girl. He busted into the place but immediately got hit by a laser, which caused him to smash his fist hard into the little girl's face, sending her flying across the room. I tried to save her but it was really hard with all the lasers going all over the place.

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cyclobenzaprine dreams

 

 

I was living with my mom, and so was my dad, but they were still divorced. I came home one day to find a note from my dad, two mostly-full gallons of milk, and a couple of plastic putting practice holes on the counter which I was pretty excited about getting. The note was sad though, it said my step-grandmother's boyfriend had died. My dad had left me all the stuff because he was moving out, into base housing on the nearby naval installation. I tried to get on the chat to tell you guys about it but I couldn't type anything but gibberish no matter how hard I tried (muscle relaxants strike again). My stepmom's family came over to mourn, and as I went through and greeted my cousins and aunts and uncles we all got younger until it was like I was 13 and meeting them all for the first time again. Someone brought a disabled cat, but when I first saw it it was lying down and showing the massive wound on its belly so I thought it was a dead animal in the house and it scared the shit out of me. Everyone told me to pet it and I ran away.

 

The dream stayed in the same house, but now it was inhabited by my Utah friends' family. All the decor was extremely tacky 50s flower print everything, and the layout was a cluster of apartments on every floor, each with a tiny bedroom and a tiny bathroom. Apparently this was to house each wife of the man who owned the house from back in the polygamy days. Very "Sister Wives".

 

 

The dream stayed with my Utah friends, but now we were living in a post-apocalyptic world. It was a cinematic dream, the opening shot having the camera swoop through a city center full of shambling, dirty survivors in tattered clothes. A movie theater marquee had something about mocking the Russians on it, so I guess WWIII happened. A certain type of exposed filament used for lighting and heating had become the new currency. I was following my friends and part of their family into this Holy Land-like rocky valley to see a masoleum of the faith they had joined after leaving Mormonism. It was vaguely Christian, vaguely ancient Egyptian, and vaguely New Age. The masoleum walls were made of flat little ash urns, colored red, gold and green, which had a dazzling effect.

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Had an extended dream about an apocalypse scenario featuring tiny worms the size of small caterpillars that climb into various orifices and eat you (thx for the ride gunshow). Mathilde was in it and I spent the whole time trying to survive with her, but I don't think anyone else real was in it. It was like the first few days of the apocalypse, the critters had only reached a few areas, and the dream actually started with me reading a news report on the things and Mathilde just blew it off like "oh yeah those are supposed to be dangerous, they said not to touch them".

 

We spent a lot of time in a big house with a bunch of other people, like a kind of post-apocalyptic community, running between rooms, sealing doors, trying to squish the incredibly hard to kill worms, and frantically eyeing eachother up and down to make sure there weren't any on us. Sometimes you'd notice one in someone's ear or something and have to rip it out, they'd cling tightly and somehow come out a lot longer than they went in, like earthworm size.

 

At some point Mathilde and me went downtown for some cake or something (???) because I guess the city center hadn't been infested yet. Noticed one of us had a worm on us on the busride back and immediately got us both off for the sake of the other passengers.

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I woke up for a few seconds and had a thought that the "Great Highway" that runs along the western edge of San Francisco, abutting the Pacific, isn't so great because it's covered in stoplights and crosswalks and is very frustrating to drive. I then lapsed into a dream where I was walking along the western edge of SF, except instead of a highway and miserable beach, it was a long series of cliffs covered in huge houses with a pedestrian route winding around and tunneling through the cliffs beneath the houses. The cliffs were made of repeating patterns of spikes, like acoustic foam, except the spikes were strange shapes and each cliff had a different kind.

 

Despite the incredible spectacle of it all, I was getting bored walking along, so I decided that since this was a dream, I would give my phone a super-powerful laser and wreak some havoc. After dismissing a notification about an email from my dad, I looked for the laser option in the settings, placed it there myself, and activated it. I proceeded to cut a few buildings in half and blow up some cliffs. I came upon a museum at the end of the path, so I started cutting people to pieces with the laser and generally making a mess of things. On some level, I was enjoying the carnage, but inside I felt pretty terrible about wanting to do it and just wished it would be over with.

 

 

I have semi-lucid dreams like this pretty often I think. The problem is, I either forget that I'm dreaming pretty quickly after making a few changes, or I somehow only think to change one small part of the dream and remain firmly embedded in dream-like thinking otherwise.

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Had a weird dream. Dreamt I was in a bar with a seperate indoor smoking lounge. They were also doing auctions for bear cubs. I really wanted one and I was drunk so I kept coming out from the smoke lounge to bid. Unfortunately got sidetracked by a vietnam vet in the smoke lounge and lost the auction. Decided to throw in the towel and go home. When I got my tab, it was like 450 dollars because I had three 150 dollar charges from where I left the smoke lounge with a cig in hand. Guess it was like a punishment charge. Freaked out and woke up and immediately checked my bank account in a haze. Realized I was an idiot and also woke myself up at 5am to beat all. Fuck you subconcious.

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When I first woke up this morning, I received an email from a job prospect asking to set up a phone interview, to which I agreed. I fell back asleep, and dreamt that I had received a second email from the same person, telling me about a hiking trail outside of the air force base at San Antonio that was very nice. It was a very cryptic email, I couldn't tell if he wanted to meet there or just wanted to let me know (I thought I was still living in Austin).

 

I woke up again, couldn't tell if that had been a dream, and fell back asleep into another dream, in which a judge from Austin had kidnapped one of his black female employees and was driving her to the spot outside the air force base to rape her. The employee was basically a slave and the setting was a mix between 1800s Deep South and modern times, given that there were cars and air force bases. At the opening of the trail, the judge met a woman who was going to participate in the rape, but before they could all start, the sound of a pursuer drove all three into the forest.

 

There was a meeting hall in the forest, where the party quickly blended into the crowd. On stage, performers were singing racist songs and talking about how black people didn't deserve freedom. The black slave girl was astonished that white people didn't have her best interests at heart, while another woman in the crowd heckled the performers and was taken out. One of the people at the front of the crowd was secretly a superhero who was going to bust all these racists, but first he and our party of three had to go to the bathroom. They ran into each other coming back to the meeting area, but as the superhero was about to begin his good deeds, he looked into the room and noticed that noone was there, and the floor was covered in money, jewelry and other valuables. Unable to make sense of it, he slowly backed away and left.

 

As it turned out, the meeting hall was very near a prison where there had just been a breakout, and the heavily armed prisoners had demanded the racists give up their belongings and leave. Outside was chaos as the prisoners chased the fatcats around for sport. Our three heroes jumped onto a nearby train to escape. The train was like a rollercoaster, and as it flew through the sky-bound tracks it passed other trains going in all directions. When they reached the end of the line, they had morphed into chinese cartoons girls, and each had picked out an anthropomorphic train car character to ride on their way back home.

 

At this point the judge called a Texas Ranger friend of his about the whole situation. He was near the meeting hall investigating government tests of a new biochemical weapon which hardened the skin and caused massive bleeding. The government was using it to genocide a smurf village, and the ranger was picking through smurf corpses with hardened skin and bleeding orifices.

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I was living in a real dump of a place (metal doors, exposed cinderblocks painted a nasty dark tan color) in Austin with a roommate who was vaguely like one I have now. I had just gotten off the phone with a dentist's receptionist trying to explain that I hadn't scheduled an appointment she had called to remind me of and was feeling pretty sour. I was in the bathroom, which was huge and like a public park bathroom with metal mirrors and terrible fluorescent lighting.

 

I noticed a huge cobweb on the wall in the corner, so I mashed my hand into it. Then, for good measure, I started spitting into it. My spit spread and hardened, filling the handprint and forming a black object that was a perfect replica of my hand. I took it out to inspect it, and when I turned it around I saw that the palm-side was actually a figure of a woman, complete with white eyes and red lips, irises and nipples. The other side was still the back of my hand, and this was so totally amazing to me that I had to show it to my roommate and his sleazy girlfriend.

 

By the time I got it to him it had started coming apart and going soft on the sides. This resulted in the woman-figure's arms and legs splitting into multiple smaller arms and legs, which were rubbery and flopped around. Somehow this diminished the amazingness of it, and I was really sad that my incredible creation was coming apart. Still, true to form, the only thing my roommate commented on was her tits. Thankfully he's moving out next week.

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A young man, possibly Hispanic, wearing a red long-sleeve shirt and black jeans appears and is walking up to me from behind. He's looking directly at me with his head angled slightly down and a malicious grin on his face. I notice and turn to look at him, and have an intense feeling of recognition, like he's an old friend, but I can't quite remember who he is. As he gets really close I remember with bottomless terror that he's the person I've been seeing every time my dream is about to end, and the fear of death overwhelms me as he bears down on me. I wake up either in a new dream, or in bed with sleep paralysis.

 

That's what happened at least half a dozen times tonight and every time it was absolutely horrifying. At first I had no idea who he was, but eventually started to remember just before he made contact and killed the dream. None of my dreams tonight have been very pleasant but he alone turned it into a true nightmare. I didn't even really think he was going to hurt me, he just exuded an aura of extreme threat and reminded me in the worst possible way that I was still dreaming. I'm going to be looking for him behind myself all day now.

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Another night in Texas, another crazy dream.

 

I was living in some kind of college dorm, not unlike my present living situation but with single rooms instead of apartments. I was also at work somehow, and my boss was my annoying bald roommate who is moving out. The whole team was about to go on a rock climbing trip, but I didn't have a change of clothes so I decided to fuck around on my computer instead. I got on IRC and tried to do some work, but my brain felt incredibly sluggish for some reason. I decided to go outside and get some fresh air, and as always, a few seconds after turning off my computer and getting up I had the realization that it was before January 1st and I shouldn't have been at work at all. BOOM, full lucidity! Suddenly I was fully aware and the dream was incredibly vivid, like someone had turned a switch on in my head. I marvelled at the quality of everything and really couldn't believe how real it all was, then sat down at my computer to tell everyone on IRC about it, just for fun since it didn't mean anything. Then I decided to turn my monitor into a woman, but stopped as it was transforming because I couldn't think of a sufficiently compelling example. I had a poster of Cirno on my wall behind my monitor for some reason, but I don't give a shit about Touhou so it didn't do anything for me. I decided to Google some porn and it was going pretty well, until suddenly once again it was like a switch had turned off in my head and the dream ended, and I was just lying in bed with my eyes closed.

 

I haven't had a fully lucid dream in a long time, and none quite like that. Usually even in lucid dreams the dream feels pretty flimsy, but this time it was totally, frighteningly real, and I really understood how I could fall for it every night. Thinking back on it now it doesn't seem to have been all that real, and I've always thought my dreams were pretty weak compared to most people's, but I remember that it felt exactly like real life, so it must be my recollections that are weak.

 

As I was realizing the date mismatch, my brain made one final attempt to justify that I had gone into work for some reason during my vacation. I countered with the fact that I was in Texas for the holidays and wouldn't have flown back to California just to sit around on IRC at work, and the dream finally relented and gave me control. It was so stunningly sudden that it felt like a "Eureka!" moment and I was really proud of it. I was even fully aware of the danger of falling back into the dream, but it didn't really seem like an issue. That might have been the reason I woke up so suddenly, I was too awake already.

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Last night I dreamt I was on a long island, at the tip of which was Berkeley. It was like Manhattan back in the 1700s, where the tip of the island was New Amsterdam and the rest was wilderness. Dotting the rolling green hills of the island were pockets of ornate Victorian mansions and cute little town squares, like if someone took the communities in the hills northeast of Berkeley, chopped them up, and sprinkled them all over this island. My friend was going to art school in one of those big fancy houses, and I walked with her through the wild fields and quiet hamlets on the way there.

 

This dream was remarkably similar to another dream I had where I was back in school in Lafayette Indiana, but in that case it wasn't as impressive since Lafayette is pretty spread out already. And it's a shithole. It sort of reminds me of a fantasy RPG setting, with one central town and a bunch of cute little satellite towns to get quests in, except instead of questing I get to meander around the bucolic landscape. I think that setting might be replacing The Hotel as my recurring dreamscape.

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I was in an all-girls dorm/apartment building for a college somewhere in Texas. I broke into this girl's apartment for reasons I didn't quite understand, and she panicked when she saw me. My memory went blank, and then I woke up to an empty apartment where there had been a bit of a struggle. I started freaking out thinking I had done something terrible, but there wasn't any blood or a body anywhere, so it seemed like she escaped. The obvious thing to do was to get the hell out of there, but for some reason I stuck around for the rest of the day and watched TV and cleaned up a little bit. Every once in a while I'd see someone peeking through the door to the hallway, assume it was her and dash outside, only to find no one. After a while I decided it was my guilty mind playing tricks on me.

 

The building had been otherwise empty since all the girls were at some kind of state marching band competition, but later in the day they started coming back. I was praying that maybe I'd imagined the initial break-in part and the girl would walk back in, but instead a friend of hers stopped by and asked who I was. I told her I was a friend of the girl and she seemed to buy it, and then asked me if I was disappointed that the girl had failed to show up to the competition to represent our hometown. Now I really started panicking; if she hadn't gone to the competition and hadn't gone to the police who would have shown up by now, I must have done something really terrible. For some reason I decided against wiping my fingerprints off all the surfaces, I guess because I'd touched too many things already, and just left. Terrified.

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I was about to embark on a trip to Tokyo with my Berkeley friends, and I was dying with anticipation. I can't even describe how happy I was. I hadn't packed though, and by the time I was done we were running late and showed up at the airport with only 30 minutes until our flights departed. I was on one flight and they were on a different one, so we parted ways at their gate. I had to get to gate 146, but the airport (a massive, labyrinthine structure with some kind of low rent Flintstones/Rainforest Cafe theme going on everywhere) had a thousand gates split into big loops that took forever to traverse.

 

Every time I found a section where my gate might be, I had to run through the whole thing only to find its number was missing. I stopped to ask multiple concession stand workers and at one point asked a cop, but she gave me a lecture about how I shouldn't run because it made me breathe out more carbon dioxide and I had to muster up all of my willpower to not punch her in the face. As the time of departure drew closer I ran faster and faster, but nothing helped. I came to realize that the airport might in fact have ten thousand gates. The hour passed, and I kept looking out of stubborn determination just so I could yell at whoever was there when I found it. At one point I happened on a line going up some stairs, but when I got to the end it turned out that everyone was just waiting in line to look forlornly out of a solitary window.

 

Finally I gave up, went back to the garage and drove out. I accidentally ended up on an old bridge that was being torn down, with the new bridge running beside it (just like the Bay Bridge). I thought I had messed up, but other people were on it too. The only condition was that you had to turn your engine off and push your car in neutral over the bridge. Even the construction workers were pushing their trucks around as they removed parts of the bridge. I was so incredibly sad that I had missed my flight.

 

 

sai, we can't fuck this up ;_;

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Interesting you dreamed that. This was a few nights ago, so the details are spotty.

 

Jack and I attempted to run an awful taco stand in the middle of a Sears. I'm talking really shitty, zero-effort tacos you'd make when you're super tired. The people couldn't get enough of it, and it was a pain in the ass to run.

 

Fred and Sai surprised Diss with a free ticket to Japan. Diss had just secretly gotten back from Japan and found it incredibly underwhelming which triggered a deep existential crisis and depression, but Fred and Sai were too excited for him to back out.

 

The stakes are high with this Japan trip, Diss!

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I had a dream I played Half Life 3.

All I can remember is a short segment where you went in low earth orbit to collect colorful spheres that gave off nebula-like trails of multicolored dust. When I landed, somehow the combine exterminated the entire human population and I saw the bodies of all the main characters, it had a really serious tone to it. 

 

Then that thing happened where the last thing you feel in a dream sticks with you for a few hours after you wake up, which always feels weird

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I took a flight that time travelled me to 1970s Japan. My mom was there (contemporary age, around early 20s, also she was Japanese??? (wishful thinking on my part)), and along with one of her friends we explored Tokyo. It wasn’t very much like Tokyo at all, but it was Tokyo in the dream. I remember being in several shops and thinking “man, I don’t know what stuff was like in 1970s Tokyo so I can’t conjure up those things in this dream”, yet I was never able to break out into a lucid dream.

 

At one point we went to my mom’s therapist’s office, and I took the elevator, which had exquisite wood paneling and skipped a lot of floors.

 

After buying a lot of kitschy things, I flew back to the present day and was really excited to show you guys all the stuff I'd bought, like old sodas and toys.

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It rained for the first time since the beginning of the year last night, and I guess that's what sets off my dreams because I had some really crazy ones last night.

 

 

I was an old man living on a palacial estate, which I'd bought through exploiting my connections with both the local Catholic political machine and the mafia. In my garden, a sprawling maze of walkways and neoclassical columns, two of my hispanic servants were by a record player. One of them was operating the turntable and the other was at a typewriter, and the voice of my dead business parter started to speak as the writer recorded it. He said that I shouldn't be alarmed that he was speaking to me this way as I walked out of my house in my robe to see what was going on. He then told me that the US president was having a rally nearby to try and bring down the Catholic machine's stranglehold on the city. I dispatched one of my many teams of themed cartoon characters to the shack to deal with the president, which was made up of various Hanna Barbera Top Cat-style animals. The leader was a goofy moomin-type creature with a crown, and the others were an assortment of animals who made up his court, and they held the president at gunpoint.

 

 

I had just gotten off a flight and back to the bay area, but somehow it looked like Houston and was supposed to be NYC. I met up with a friend from middle school who lives in Michigan now, but as we transferred trains on BART, the escalator to the train didn't have any steps, it was just an open pit between the two moving hand grip belts. I managed to perch my luggage and myself on the belts, but by the time I got to the train, the doors closed and my friend left me behind.

 

When I finally got home, my apartment complex was suspended in the sky and really falling apart. My neighbor's door had a huge hole in the bottom where the cats went in and out and I can only assume vermin did the same. Someone was knocking on the door to their place, so I went to find them. They were laying on the back porch (the one from my mom's old house in Kerrville) crying with each other, but the husband got up when I told him about his visitors.

 

The visitors were a large hispanic family in slowly-sinking hot air balloon contraption asking about crystals that caused things to rise, and the husband, now a comical fat cat wizard, created a ton of golden rocks that did the trick. I had also become a cat at this point.

 

 

There was also a series of sleep paralysis dreams. In the first, someone was trying to break through my front door and I couldn't get up to do anything about it. When I finally did, a package delivery guy was coming in through my other (nonexistent) front door, and I crawled up to him and was barely able to whisper in his ear that the package wasn't for me or anyone living here. After that I was in bed again, and I saw a huge cockroach on the floor which flew up at me and I woke up while making the most pathetic whimpering sound I've ever made. Reminded me of this Louis CK bit: https://youtu.be/ogy72eg1rjw?t=4m55s

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PED and I were watching an chinese cartoons about giant angelic robots who inhabited a city in the style of Rivendell in the Lord of the Rings movies. This somehow turned into PED and I being said robots, and Lazer-dan joining us to watch a different show, this time about a guy on a US Navy submarine (who I can only assume was meant to be Dave). The antagonist was a bookish girl nuclear power officer who had some nefarious plot involving the reactor, and Dave and the tomboy character had to steal a huge cart of bread loaves from the mess hall to break down the doors to the reactor area. In true chinese cartoons style, the reactor area was an ornate mansion within the sub with incredibly high ceilings, sparkling chandeliers and gorgeous wood staircases and hallways.

 

 

I can't remember the exact scenario, but somebody, possibly someone I know, was pointing a gun at me. I tried to run, heard a bang, and felt a great deal of moisture run down the side of my neck and shoulder. I tried to paw at my neck to assess the damage as my vision went black. I woke up still frantically feeling my neck to figure out what was going on; the feeling of blood had been so vivid that I had to go to the bathroom to make sure I wasn't actually bleeding. When I looked in the mirror, there was no blood, but there was a long red mark along the side of my neck, tracing the path of the bullet in my dream. I have no clue what could have done that to me, it didn't look like I'd been scratching my neck, or like any kind of bug bite I'd ever seen before.

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