What were your dreams last night?

[Promicin]

I was watching Mythbusters, only it was hosted by the Old Man from Pawn Stars. They had a clock once owned by (I think) Audrey Hepburn, that was rumored to "have a tendancy to stop at the time that looks like a lady."

[Giant Speck]

I had the most bizarre dream last night and it was the first dream I've been able to actually remember for a long time.

The dream started out at a friend's house. I don't remember which friend it was, just that I knew this person as a friend. We were out of beer or something, so I went to Wal-Mart. I even remember which Wal-Mart; it's the Wal-Mart in Eagle River. I could probably even point out where in the parking lot I was parked. It was evening, because the light from the sun was coming from behind. I'd say it was about this time of the year, too, because there was snow on the mountains but none on the ground around me. Or at least none I could see; the parking lot was completely dry.

The dream cut directly from me being at my friend's house to me walking through the Wal-Mart parking lot back to my car with the case of beer. I don't remember actually being in the store itself or purchasing the beer.

I get back to my car, open the front passenger-side door and put the case of beer on the floor in front of the passenger seat. As I closed the door, I noticed some sort of large bug on the outside of the door. I left the door half open and grabbed my camera out of the back and started taking pictures of the bug. As I looked down at my camera to see the photos I had taken, the door opened up all the way and there was a chocolate lab sitting in the front seat pawing at me. The bug had flown into the car and had landed on its head. I reached to swat the bug from the dog's head and the bug flew away, revealing exposed flesh on the dog's head.

Then a black lab walked up from my left and started wagging its tail.

Then I woke up.

LOLWUT

[Cathy]

I was at my high school that I graduated from 3 years ago. I knew I wasn't a student anymore, but I parked and put up my parking permit (my college one, oddly enough) and snuck in through the band hall doors because they're always open. For some reason I had a class schedule, and I was going to classes, and I made my history teacher really angry. I got called down to the office before he started yelling about the communists (dunno why) because they wanted to arrest me because my parking permit wasn't up in my car. I tried to tell them that I put it up and it should be there but the overweight lady who patrols the parking lots (Scary Mary) pointed it out sitting there in my purse.

It was weird.

[thorgold]

This one was a bit surreal, but more disturbingly I'm seeing continuity in this dream, in the sense that whenever I fall asleep it picks up where I last woke up. Here's the last two days' worth:

I'm sitting in a black room, a metallic, featureless box about 20x20x8 feet. Nothing happened for ages, I just brushed my hands along the steel walls, and I went mad with the isolation, trying to bash my way out or attract attention. Suddenly, half the box was blown away and I was knocked out. When the dust cleared, there were people fighting outside - hand to hand for the most part, but some had guns that hurt to look at - but no one noticed me in the room.

I walked out of the room, but instead of entering the battlefield, I was suddenly in another building that looked like a hallway in my school. Once again, I wandered around, looking for an exit, when suddenly a hole was blown out by a large... I'd say formless, but it had a shape, one that I can't describe. The closest description I can give it is a mass of crystaline onyx, arranged like a large man, but something about it made me stay away from the opening.

It walked past the hole in the wall, not noticing me, and I realized that I was several hundred feet off of the ground. I tried to retreat back into the hallway, but therre was something like a massive earthquake, with panels falling from the ceiling and furniture flying everywhere. I was knocked to my knees, and as I tried to crawl to safety it felt as if I was being sucked out of the room to the void beyond. This is where I first woke up this morning.

This afternoon, I took a nap, only to "wake up" in the dream on the ground below the room. I was in the middle of a large field with tall grass, next to a lake. No matter which way I went, I always ended up looping back to where I started. I kept trying to escape for hours, until I was transported back to the city where the first room was. I was standing on the street, no one else around, and the buildings just started collapsing around me. I woke up as a slab of concrete the size of a minivan fell on me from a ten-story building.

Interestingly enough, I've noticed that I intermittently switch from first to third person when I dream. For example, when the monolith passed me by in the second scene, I could see myself hiding next to the side of the hole as it walked past. In the first scene, I saw what was like security camera footage of myself wandering around, but simultaneously I was viewing the scene through my own body - I literally was seeing the same thing from two perspectives at once.

[mmark9094]

I was... repainting South America? Then I was on a giant ship... with a grassy sea?

I don't put much stock in dreams anymore. They're just crazy.

[Midnight]

some weird shit where my parents got in this huge fight in the dead of night and dad hit my mom cause she did something godawful but then him hitting her was also godawful, cause he would never do that, ever. and then she told me that he was possibly a murderer, which--for a moment--made me freak out, until I realized how RIDICULOUS that was, and woke myself up laughing.

[brakos82]

So in my first dream last night I was at a rest stop somewhere between El Paso and San Antonio, TX trying to get a ride back to SA. Then these couple of guys and this girl pull up. One guy, I dunno probably about 40, looked a bit like a hobo... anyways, he hands me (thanks to my medical-marijuana-distributing friend I now know was) a blunt, and the 4 of us hop in a car on the way to San Anton. (Now this is where said mmj friend's IRL story she told me last night comes into play. She was stopped north of Amarillo for expired tabs, cops smelled pot on them and investigated further, scared the shit out of both her and her boyfriend.) Now my dream's story, we get pulled over by a cop driving along I-10. Suddenly our driver claims to be an undercover cop and says he's arrested us and is taking us to jail (of course, we're in the middle of fucking nowhere, so jail could be 50 miles away) and the real cop lets us go. After a half mile or so the driver lights another one up and starts laughing.

My second dream I got to meet Steve Pool, one of Seattle's meteorologists. I was up in his office, and he was moving around as I was stirring this huge bowl of this yellow substance, which the longer I stirred the less of said substance there was until it completely disappeared. Then Steve and I sat around for a half our or so talking about the weather.

[burlhammonds]

My dreams last night were about snow! Everything's white! White is all around me.

[Oregonaut]

I sat in an empty field. No grass, no rocks, just dirt as far as I could see in all directions. I was in my meditative position, my eyes closed. The wind played gently around me, not shifting anything on the ground, but strong enough to be felt over the calm. The light in the area was dim, seeming to be both twilight and dawn at the same time. As I sat there, shadows began to form where nothing was present to cast them. They'd stretch and twist in sinuous waves, not moving towards anything specific, just struggling against the tethers that held them to the ground.

After a time, whispers could be heard over the wind. Nothing distinct, just a mix of negative emotions. Longing, pain, rage, suicidal ideation, self-loathing, sadness, jealousy, spite...everything that belongs in the dark corners of the psyche seemed to be calling out to anyone who would listen. As the whispers grew in intensity, the light around me dimmed. I did not move, I felt safe. Comfortable. Like I was home. My eyes closed, I could still sense everything around me.

Over the next few hours, the shadows increased in strength. They surrounded me, not touching me, but encompassing me in the darkness. Twilight/Dawn shifted further towards midnight, light receeding into darkness, and the sounds of whispering grew louder and louder. The wind picked up, and began to shift my clothing, and send up occasional puffs of dirt from the surrounding field. The shadows stopped twisting and began moving with purpose, intent, malice. They wouldn't reach for me, just around me. Like they were trying to welcome me. Trying to bring me home.

The sounds grew more demanding. More impatient. Incessantly calling for comfort, for reprieve from the dark torments they would cause in people. By this time I was completely incased in shadow. No light penetrated where I was, and the surrounding field was incased in a moonless night. Slowly, each of the notes of negative emotion began chanting my name. Calling for me to join them. To become them.

The last thing I remember before I woke up was my eyes opening. Slowly, just enough to make out a pale green glow beneath the eyelids. A slight smile began on my face. I was home.

[Promicin]

All I remember (of what I'm sure was a lengthy dream) is a little person parasailing behind a boat, and the promise that, if he gets the job, he'll be doing this dressed as a pimp later.

[Promicin]

Sorry to double post, but this was too good to forget.

Yesterday's dream involved having to deactivate a device that was on the 33rd floor of a slummy-looking building.

Last night's was more fun. We were at the set of Glee, which is actually a shopping mall/waiting room.
There are a few other people waiting, and we have a small TV. We have to decide whether to watch Leno or Carson. Since Johnny Carson isn’t on anymore, Leno wins.
The bedreadlocked man at the snowcone stand hates me. We have an epic RC insect battle over snowcones, and I end up with cherry and lemon stains in the shape of stars all over my papertowels. I wonder how I will explain this to my mother, but she's in the library learning German.
The entire cast of Community perform a Glee-inspired song and dance. John Oliver is dressed as Marie Antoinette.
More people are crowded around the TV now, most of them are bums, and there's a cartoon music montage (the song, IIRC, was Time After Time) saying how this year, Memorial Day is a Monday, and the Mythbusters will be on Jimmy Fallon's show.
Then Jimmy Fallon is on, and everyone that was watching TV with us are there. Jimmy shows me a 22-year-old fly named Cinnamon that they're going to release during a commercial. I worry that Cinnamon won't live that long, and encourage him to do it now.
Sure enough, the fly goes missing, and Jimmy's convinced it's hiding on me, so he starts blowing on my face and in my nose. I'm embarrassed that my mom and the bums are watching. We do not find the fly.

I can explain little of this (the being worried something will die part and the Time After Time part). It seems rife with wacky dream symbolism, but darned if I can figure it out.

[mercutio_stencil]

I remember snippets of this long and very epic dream where I was travelling with the Doctor trying to fight some strange space illness thing that turned people in to violent murders. While Tennant was busy flying the TARDIS and doing all sorts of doctorish things, I was pretty much wandering in circles saying 'none of this makes any sense whatsoever.'

Somewhere between the space disease being deadly to humans, the infection through CCTV and some very wibbly wobbly bits about causality and time travel, I managed to loose my own suspension of disbelief.

[emceng]

I was counting votes for something, I think an election. But each vote was in a booklet, like our course catalogs from college. I kept my tally on a seperate piece of paper, but kept getting distracted. I think my mom was there, and was helping distract me which annoyed me to no end.

[Promicin]

There was a liscene plate that read "SwitTea #1fan (something I can't recall) Biz," and I knew it was about a cartoon based on "that video of that Nirvana song." I can't remember now what song it was.
Then we were at a settlement on Mars or the moon or something. It was very futuristically rural. All I wanted was to take the Shetland-pony-drawn cart to see the cinnamon and pumpkin crescent moon, which was both an orangey phase of the moon and an edible pastry.

Second dream this week in which cinnamon was featured (in the other, it was the name of a fly). I don't know what's going on here. Unless it's the apple-cinnamon air freshener, but it isn't in the bedroom, so...

[Kewangji]

Two internet people that I know bought a slave or something. And then an ant came into my room.

I was lying exactly where I was lying in the real world, at first, so the reality of the dream was enhanced by feeling the pillows against my face, etc. I couldn't tell you what I was wearing. The ant was larger than a normal ant, and it was crawling on my door, the way ants do, going in circles trying to find anything. I just looked at it, and then it saw me. Started to move towards me, in a convoluted path, like. I couldn't have that, so I had to kill the ant, by stomping on it with something big (a book I think, and then a boot). But it was invincible. And possibly mechanic. And I couldn't kill it. I could just postpone it, by throwing it away towards my door.

I kept a close eye on it, but there were moments when I didn't see the bloody thing and those moments scared me. At last I found a pen and I took the ant apart (with the help of my teeth), and then I had to throw away the part of it that had touched my limps, and I kept feeling that not everything had been thrown away, so I wiped my hand against my lower lip a lot. I stopped, calming myself down, and that was when I saw that the ant was moving toward itself, attempting to rebuild itself. I realized that my task in life was to keep the ant's parts away from each other so it wouldn't resume its chase for me.

[SlyReaper]

If anyone is into dream analysis, try this. There's a recurring thing in my dreams where I'm running away from something but my legs don't work properly. So far, so boring; it's probably just because my real life legs are constrained by the bed sheets or something. So instead of running, I can get away by pulling myself along the ground. My entire body floats about a foot above the ground, and I pull myself along by pulling the ground with my hands. I'm fully aware of how ridiculous it would look to my pursuers, but it's the only way to get away from them.

So to the armchair dream analysts, I ask you: what the hell?

[podbaydoor]

Actually, this happens to me fairly often. Sometimes if I try hard enough, I can make myself float upwards out of danger, or actually start flying, though this is actually even more frustrating because the flying power cuts in and out at the worst times.

[Deva]

If anyone is into dream analysis, try this. There's a recurring thing in my dreams where I'm running away from something but my legs don't work properly. So far, so boring; it's probably just because my real life legs are constrained by the bed sheets or something. So instead of running, I can get away by pulling myself along the ground. My entire body floats about a foot above the ground, and I pull myself along by pulling the ground with my hands. I'm fully aware of how ridiculous it would look to my pursuers, but it's the only way to get away from them.

So to the armchair dream analysts, I ask you: what the hell?

Feels like attempting to stab this. Only owns a rough, wobbly, and uncomfortable dream analysis stool, though.

Is desperately trying to remain ahead of everyone else. Takes a massive toll on you, however. Has already been on your last leg and, when that gave out, you resorted to your hands. Does not matter what the cost to pride may be, so long as you are ahead.

May also represent a desire to practice geology, knowing how silly dreams may be.

[SummerGlauFan]

Actually, this happens to me fairly often. Sometimes if I try hard enough, I can make myself float upwards out of danger, or actually start flying, though this is actually even more frustrating because the flying power cuts in and out at the worst times.

I have similar dreams. I have to put constant effort into my float/flight. It actually reminds me alot of swimming (after I wake up). Every once in a while though, I have a flight dream where I don't have any control of my flight. I even had a dream where I had to live on my grandparents' ceiling because I now had positive buoyancy.

My more recent dreams include a lot of dreams about work, a dream that I was a cyborg, a dream that I was in a female alien's body (O.o) and a dream that was basically a recreation of the day my grandpa died.

[podbaydoor]

Flying as swimming! Exactly!

[thorgold]

Fading fast, but here goes:

I was in some sort of sci-fi ish world, with some sort of dispute between three races of humans - normal ones that had taken a route of supernationalism, a population of genetic-disease ridden people who had taken to using cybernetic implants and exoskeletons to survive, and a third group of isolationists. What I remember was running around, primarily avoiding the second group (they'd bombed a military base or something), and the first group was always yelling in my ear to do something. I think what I was trying to do was escape to the isolationists and get out of the war.

EDIT: Oh, yah, I fell from the sky at the start. I mean really, just fell from the sky and hit the ground soft, like the first jump scene from the Matrix. Or maybe more like a camera perspective falling from 30,000 feet before snapping into someone's eyes at street level,

[Promicin]

I don't even know if this was a dream, or if I was just lieing awake in bed and thinking, but I convinced myself that I had to swallow a lot, because every time I did, an evil entity would die. So I stayed awake for an hour, just swallowing as much as I could, even though I have a sore throat and swallowing REALLY hurts.

[Midnight]

Oh man. It was like a movie
There was a man, he'd created a... not a game, but an alternate reality, and you could kind of escape to it. And there were three women, maybe sisters, trying to find him cause, I dunno, they played the game or lived in the reality and needed his help? Wait, yeah, they needed his help because there was a gangster thug type after them... in a flashback the thug killed a doctor helping the sisters. And then the OTHER doctor went to find the sisters to figure out why his friend had been killed by the sisters, cause he didn't know about the thug. There was ALSO a villainous warlord who wanted to find the game-creator (I keep thinking of it as a game, but that was more of a euphemism to explain what it actually was... which was a game, an alternate reality thing, a place where you could build your own worlds--but it was also a physical place where one could go--but you could make physical things out of it; it was made out of something... it was both a concept and a place, and it reminded me of certain elements of the island on LOST) because he wanted to conquer the world or some shit.

So, anyways, the story mainly follows the doctor, who's following the sisters. And eventually, I dunno, there's flashbacks of the warlord and the thug--the warlord kills the thug who was working for him cause he failed to get one of the sisters (because one of the sisters can find the game creator)... and other flashbacks of stuff.

Finally they come to this pyramid, which was old and rotting away, made of adobe and rotting wood... it was mesoamerican in materials and some elements, but still looked like an egyptian pyramid. Inside it, the game creator was hiding from the warlord, and he was... under a panel. Under the floorboards. They lifted up the floorboards and saw him--but the audience never sees him--and they realize that this pyramid is made out of this clay-but-kind-of-styrofoam stuff, like it was all a prop or a setpiece, and it comes to light that this material is from the alternate reality, and the game creator is sort of bridging the gap between universes--not just creating a game, but bringing things back from it, and so it's not actually a game but a physical PLACE, and the creator is sinking underneath this clay pyramid cause it's fucking him up physiologically and it's his tomb or some shit, and then...

I woke up.

[thorgold]

Last post reminded me of an old dream, the first one I ever wrote down to remember. I had it around 3:00 AM, when for some reason I was waking up every five minutes despite having had no sleep in the past two days - ergo, I was half delirious. Anyway, the dream went like this:

A guy (henceforth to be referred to as Joe) is continually having daydreams and constantly has vivid, lucid dreams, though he doesn't realize it; he's a minor bipolar, with each personality expressing itself during sleep or awakeness. Oh, and did I mention Joe is an unrealized genius with an off-the-chart IQ? As a result, his lucid dreams are incredibly detailed, to the point where his dream world is real (ever played Myst?). His two personalities - which are actually identical, but have just grown up in different realities - are completely unaware of each other.

Aside: All of this information didn't take place in my dream, technically, but was rather an understood thing - I knew it without being "told" it. The dream proper starts here:

Joe, now 30-something, is an engineer working with the Army, on leave at home. Something happens in Dream Earth that causes him to wake up suddenly, and for a split second his two personalities are aware of each other. Things spiral downhill as Earth reality and Dream reality start to merge, and Joe becomes fully aware of his trans-reality trips. Simultaneously, though, he also is attacked in Earth by some shady fellows, as somehow a dark group that doesn't like dream-walkers (no better term I know of) has discovered him. He gets saved by a rival organization consisting of other dreamers, and this is where the dream ends.

This is one of my most favorite dreams, as it has, quite literally, become my dream to expand what my delirious mind created into a full-blown story.

...although, I have a sort of foreboding of this dream, too. Something about the universe I created in that dream just seems off, like when you see a flickering light in a long corridor and just think "I think I'll take the scenic route." Nothing's really wrong with the subject at hand, but a deep-seated, instinctual sense is telling you to avoid it for reasons unknown.

I think that crazy people have the best dreams, they're much more interesting.

[SummerGlauFan]

Flying as swimming! Exactly!

Glad I could help!

Last night, the only dream I remember with any clarity was that I was at some sort of dance, generally having a good time and actually being good at it (should have tipped me off then and there that it was a dream) when all of a sudden my cousin shows up with my ex.

[thorgold]

Flying as swimming! Exactly!

...all of a sudden my cousin shows up with my ex.

I think the subconcious implications are obvious, here.

EDIT: I won't remove it for sake of later post context, but the "Flying as swimming!" quote is unintentional and should be ignored.

[SummerGlauFan]

Flying as swimming! Exactly!

...all of a sudden my cousin shows up with my ex.

I think the subconcious implications are obvious, here.

I don't get it. Seriously. What does swimming as flying have to do with my cousin showing up with my ex?

Genuinely curious. I am not a psychologist.

[thorgold]

Flying as swimming! Exactly!

...all of a sudden my cousin shows up with my ex.

I think the subconcious implications are obvious, here.

I don't get it. Seriously. What does swimming as flying have to do with my cousin showing up with my ex?

Genuinely curious. I am not a psychologist.

Whoops, the nested quote regarding swimming was unintentional. The dream about your cousin going out with your ex is what has obvious interpretation - you're insecure and believe you can't dance well, so you hope to be a good dancer. Deeper down, you're either acutely hostile towards or still jealous of your ex, and some relationship you have with your cousin makes them the worst candidate for pairing with him/her.

...but now you've got me curious. How WOULD a dream about flying tie into a dream about your cousin dating an ex? I guess it could be interpreted that you feel great in your life (flying dreams normally signify this), but your feelings about your ex are a jolting dagger in your otherwise pristine balloon-o'-happiness.

[Inglonias]

I have to type these up before forgetting.
I'm not sure if this counts. I'll begin
[Real]
At about 2:30 AM, my dog wanders into my room. Wakes me up. This confuses the hell out of me. My dog should be in my parent's bed, asleep.

I take her back.
I then begin to "daydream," I guess. I can't fall back asleep, but at some points I'm pretty convinced that unless I solve some puzzles that pop into my head, I will miss my alarm in the morning, or won't fall back asleep. This occurs three times. (The puzzles weren't clear anyhow.)

[Dream starts]
This is a nightmare I had right before waking up at 5:30 this morning. My parents are driving me home, when they start to worry. I look up andsee what they refer to as an "officer." An officer is like a Terminator, I guess, except they're police, and they look like Zeke from Ctrl + Alt + Delete. They apparently don't use lethal force against people with children, but they can reassemble themselves after they're destroyed. (Note that this was not a post-apocalyptic setting. Just my neighborhood My dad accidentally runs one over, and the rest of the officers in the area consider him a threat. We ditch the car (despite being only half a mile away from home. I run through my neighborhood a few times a week for exercise) and walk to a nearby town center. (Which in reality is a bit too far away to walk) We duck into what I could tell you is our local Pizzaria Uno. An officer follows, shooting lasers at us. I get the idea that hiding behind black chairs will work best before I wake up.

[Oregonaut]

So I was walking along the old route to get to my parents house from the high school I graduated from, it was dusk, and it was snowing enough that the drifts were starting to pile up. The clouds and darkening sky had that haze about them that happens here in Oregon when it snows heavily, and everything seemed very oppressive. As I walked, I saw younger kids (14, 15 years old) walking along, subdued, looking very sad and kind of out of sorts. I couldn't put an age to myself, but I knew that I was not of an age with them, and had already reached my majority.

I got to the crossing that took me from the side of the road I walked home on, and looked both ways and saw cars coming. So I stood there, hands in my jacket pockets, and waited for traffic to clear. The kids who walked past me all began crying, as if just being near me was enough to reduce them to sorrow and despair beyond what they were feeling. The more kids walked past, the worse I felt for standing there, so I jumped across the street, instead of waiting for cars to let me walk across. As I landed, I knew that I had disturbed the dream, but after some distortion where the kids seemed to elongate and contort, everything soon smoothed back over.

I saw my (then) neighbor's car parked in my parents driveway, the front windshield smashed in with a brick and a steel beam. The steel beam held the brick up, half on the hood, half in through the windshield so that the safety glass had bowed in where the beam stuck out at an angle towards the passenger side. The car itself seemed to be deflating, just sagging to the ground under the weight of all the snow piling up around it. The snow turned greyish at this point, not deep grey, but the white was hazing somberly towards that midnight color.

As I approached my parents front door, I saw my sister's old red Ford Escort smashed into the front door. It was parked like it had been driven into the door frame, then left there. My movements indicated alarm to me, but I still just walked forward. As I approached the door, I saw my mom standing in the front room. She called out to me, telling me that she was glad I had visited. She would go change into some warmer clothes, and we'd sit and talk for a while. At this point she moved out of sight, and my attention was drawn to a "news report" on the TV. They were teasing an upcoming science report on the TV.

A doctor had released a study, where he had tested the "cuddle instinct" of some puppies and kittens. He tested this, by caging them into four columns, two on each machine, of five rows of cages. One puppy per cage on one side, and one kitten per cage on the other. This entire assembly was attached to a fast dropping track that dropped the entire assembly into a pool of water, drowning them. As the cages hit the bottom of the track, a jet released a massive cloud of ink, so that the doctor didn't have to watch them drown violently. He then recalled the cages, and saw the position they had died in. If they had huddled up, they considered cuddling a sign of both terror and joy. If they fought against the water, that breed was not fit for cuddling. As the news teaser ended, an image of a kitten swimming up, apparently having freed itself from one of the cages, showed on the screen. The kitten helped one of the puppies free itself, and they tried to climb out of the pool to save themselves.

All I knew was that the doctor would put them back in the cage and drown them.

I woke up with such revulsion that I vomited. I'm sure the headache and joint pain did not help the situation, but I had this feeling like I had to find and murder the doctor who did this...twisted experiment. I needed to find him so that no more defenseless creatures would be killed for pointless science. It was suffocating, the feeling of vengefulness. It felt like I was angry with myself, like I needed to kill myself. Like I was to blame for it all.

[Slavaa]

Advance warning: You asked. This will not make sense.

So, it starts, as far as I remember, with my regular bus being a self-driving bed. Nothing unusual in my mind, just assume everything and everyone is invisible and they redid the floor. I get off the bus and go up to my house to find it flooded, swampy (swamp-life and everything), and waves coming in from the forest. Eh, that happens.

So then I go to the bathroom and the toilet is an oval, rather than a circle. This, for some reason, is the point where I said "OK, something weird is going on here..." and, upon examining my surroundings, concluded that it was a dream. Then I did my lucid-dream thing (Flying around, acting like a god, you know) for a while before waking up, feeling good.

[Promicin]

There was this guy (he may live in a water tower) who recruits people to help with humanitarian things, then kills them for their organs, tendons, and bones for transplant. The government knows about him, and are not only okay with it, but are funding him.
This may or may not be the guy who is leading me and a group of people through the woods. I suspect it is, as he is very interested in my kneecaps. As much as I scream, he just keeps pushing on them, trying to dislocate them. Everyone else is watching, and I wonder if I'm not screaming the "safe word."
There's also something about a crayon, and a scavenger hunt that might save my life from the kneecap-harvester. The scavenger hunt involves having experiences rather than finding items, and I have two left on my list, but my mom is making me leave the dollar store before I can complete it. I try not to let her know about the life-or-deathiness of it, but I finally have to cry out, "I AM NOT LEAVING THIS STORE UNTIL I TALK TO AN ASIAN PERSON ABOUT ASIAN THINGS!"

[SummerGlauFan]

Somehow, I end up in an underground "Lost World," complete with light and even weather (it was raining in the distance when we first got there). It was actually quite beautiful.

There was a settlement in there, and the people lived in fear of some sort of monster. I thought they were scared of a dinosaur (there were plenty of those, and it was awesome) but it turns out that what they were afraid of was the Jersey Devil (least, how I always pictured that mythical thing in my mind). It flew around without moving any of it's limbs, kindof like a flying statue. My dream ended with a view from the thing's perspective as it attacked someone in our group. Then I woke up.

[Promicin]

It was mostly a video game where you could alter timelines and stuff in minute ways that changed the entire course of the game.
After coming out of a dungeon, going with an option called (spoilered for cetacean sexualness)

Spoiler:

"whale penetration" (which is exactly what it sounds like, and I had to control it with the directional pad)

results in the landscape being an arctic ocean with ice floes, the whole land being guarded by a landshark with a Bullet Bill (the bullet enemy from the Mario games) face and Cloud Strife hair. This disturbed me, so I altered the timeline.
Now the land is a barren desert at the base of a temple. It is really hot. Supposedly, if you let enough ants crawl on you, they'll absorb your body heat, allowing you to live. Even in a video game, this grossed me out.
Now everything's a swamp. A river runs by the house, and we need to catch fish, but we have no bait, so we go to a swamp-ified Wal-Mart, where the locals are holding a swamp meet (like a swap meet, I suppose, only in a swamp). Everything is covered in the red footprints of past timelines, but we manage to find the "suitcases full of lures and bait" section. There are two types of lures - large and small. I fondly recall the days before "video fishing" was outlawed, when my dad and I would go down to the river, toss a video camera in the water, and wait for the fish to be caught.
The dream ended there, but for the entire dream I was plauged by an overwhelming feeling that my librarian was disappointed in me.

[thorgold]

I have a bad feeling this is a prophetic dream

I'm at a scenario paintball game at one of the big fields in my area, CPX. I'm there with the rest of my team, and right as I get there I realize that I never pre-registered, so I have to pay an extra $20 to play. Then, I have to pay the rest of my money to park and get paint, because what I brought had been stolen. We finally go to play, and as I step onto the feel I realize that I don't have the vest that holds all of my spare ammunition and air. The game starts, and I just go with it with what I have.

As I play, I keep finding out more and more stuff I play with is missing - when I trip into the mud, I'm not wearing my gloves. When I get up and try and get some traction, my boots are just socks. Then, I was wearing just jeans and a t-shirt instead of my normal camoflague. Finally, I start getting shot at, and even the cover I'm hiding behind is disappearing. Suddenly, I make a desperate run to try and get behind several guys running at me, and as I have a clear shot my gun freakin' disappears. So, I keep running, hoping I can intimidate them into surrendering (I have done that IRL, I think that's where it came from), but I trip in the mud again and faceplant into a wall, waking up.

I'm definitely nervous about my financial ability and preparedness for the game I'm going to... Living Legends 4, my first scenario with a legit team (whom I'm desperately trying to maintain a good reputation, as I'm the newbie initiate).

[T3CHN0CR4T]

You'll be fine, dreams aren't usually literal - It's probably just you feeling vulnerable, unless of course you are really, really stressed about this game?

[Promicin]

My entire dream was me trying to find something on TV. First I watched a nature show, then an extreme baking show called "I'm Teller, and I'm MAD!" (hosted by Teller of Penn and Teller), then I watched Salute Your Shorts, and I woke up with the theme song stuck in my head.

[e^iπ+1=0]

Had one where someone screwed up and there was no AP Physics C test for me to take, so I'd have to take the make up one. Was really happy about this for some reason.

Had another where I was in a large room with people who I don't remember but who I don't think were from real life. I remember at one point I was wearing boxer briefs (IRL I don't). At another point there was something about frappuccinos.

[podbaydoor]

I was being held prisoner by some kind of Darth Vader/Death hybrid lookalike. Tall guy, pretty nice, immensely powerful but didn't do anything mean unless I tried to escape. Stockholm Syndrome ensued. :/

[Menacing Spike]

I was being held prisoner by some kind of Darth Vader/Death hybrid lookalike. Tall guy, pretty nice, immensely powerful but didn't do anything mean unless I tried to escape. Stockholm Syndrome ensued. :/

That sounds horribly kinky. Why did his hold you prisoner?