What were your dreams last night?

[thorgold]

I had an annoyingly lucid dream last night. You know when you're right on the edge of "This is a dream! I am the one!" lucidity, and suddenly the dream shifts and you lose it? This happened four times. Every time I came close to realizing the absurdity of the world, I woke up to a different dream.

I was first in school, when the angles started going whacky. Once the windows started showing an alien landscape instead of the woods normally outside, I started realizing what was happening.

Click! Suddenly I'm in my car, having zoned out for a second. Swerve to get back in my lane, get home. Step into the driveway and, suddenly, not my house. I wander around, confused, before getting dragged in by the homeowners for lunch or something. Stuff happened. Again, windows shifted and I realized what was happening, and...

Woke up in bed in a panic, thinking I had slept through the school day and was late for a basketball game. Arrived in the second quarter and was forced to play with no shoes. I jumped for a rebound and hit my head of the 30 foot roof, sending me to...

School again, dozed off in class. Except there's soldiers everywhere and the wall just exploded. I'm now in some vaguely-uniform clothing and I'm booking it from unseen assailants. A few explosions go off and I notice the physics errors, and get to shoot lightning from my fingers once before waking up.

[Jave D]

I had a dream that my parents were fighting and hating one another over stupid shit and I was yelling at them that it wasn't really about those things at all. Then I was fighting with my dad about that. Then I was a girl, and vomiting up baby carrots while a dog was eating them back up.

[lucrezaborgia]

Thanks to pharmaceuticals, I don't tend to remember my dreams and sleep like a rock. Not so with last night...

I dreamed I was flying to London with a family member but for some reason I bought us tickets to Dubai from London and wasn't quite sure if I made sure the days fit. Why was I going to Dubai? To visit some Kuwaiti friend I met on the internet and for the fabulous shopping. I woke up terrified that I had actually bought tickets to Dubai and if they were refundable.

[Jave D]

I dreamed I was a crow. There was a basement in the house where I lived, and my human masters were going to go down there, but I knew there were two bloodthirsty vampire zombie rats. I tried to warn them, but all I could do was make a cawing sound, and I think one of them got infected. Blood went everywhere. I flew away, not wanting to get infected myself. Then someone was hunting for me and I was flying down over a road, looking for a place to land and hide. There was an orchard, but I figured I'd be chased away from there, so went on. I couldn't for some reason simply fly high and away. As it often is in my flying dreams, I have difficulty maintaining or gaining much altitude, though as a crow I did better than before when it was just my human body flapping my arms or levitating. Then I was on a ship in a storm, trying not to get blown away from the only place to land safely.

[Mostlynormal]

I just had/remembered for more than two seconds two dreams in the last two days, and now I'm kicking myself for not writing them down! I'm beginning to realize just how little narrative my dreams actually have, and how much I fill in afterwards. I remember some of one of them pretty well:

It "started" at in the backyard of a neighbor's house. The house itself was a nice two story house with a huge backyard. The house and most of the backyard were basically just like my little cousin's house, with a few changes, but the owners of the house were our next door neighbors. There were several people there with me, but the only person I can remember is one girl from school. She, and I think most of the others, were apparently refugees from something, but there was no explanation or meaning to it. We were there for a while just doing things. Then somehow we were at our school, except I think the girl was the only one left. I was getting lunch at the snack bar window, and something weird happened that I don't remember (I only remember that it was weird). Something reminded me of a song (whose melody I'm "sure" I heard in the dream, but I can't remember the song I "remembered" now that I'm awake), and in recalling it I was treated to half of reality falling away so that a "music video" for the song could play where reality used to be. The "video" consisted of a camera moving up the side of a building under construction. This had nothing to do with the song or its mood, and once I began to hear industrial sounds from the building the song went away. Then we were in the hallway where I ate lunch, and there were other people. That's about as specific as I can get. After that, who knows? Actually, I remember faintly going towards the library and meeting a tall man who faintly disapproved of me for something. I guess all of the last part of the dream just followed a sketch of my lunch routine at school. That could mean my mind just made the end up afterwards, which makes extra sense thanks to the vagueness.

[jakes1487]

I don't remember my dreams from last night, though hopefully reading this forum will make me more likely to remember tonight's dreams.

My interesting dream story: Years ago, I had a dream where I was living in this small society in a forest, and we were all wearing some sort of blue skintight clothing. There was going to be a meeting of the leaders of our group in a clearing in the forest, and my friend and I had to push one of those school TV carts to the clearing for this meeting. This friend was named Joe, and we were absolutely best buddies, as if we had known each other for ages. The people running the meeting were not in a good mood about something, but Joe and I just had a grand old time while we were pushing them their TV cart. He's not somebody I know from real life, and yet I felt much closer to him in the dream than I was to any of my real life friends.

The dream cut to a little while later, and I was at the edge of the forest with a couple of the leaders of our group. My mom was walking toward me on a blacktop path next to the forest, coming to pick me up and take me home. I turned to the leaders and asked them what I could take with me to prove I had been there. They said they would let me keep the memory of having been there. And then I woke up. I had the sense that this dream had tremendous significance, but I didn't understand it.

[Black Dynamite]

I was in my grandparents' house and we were having dinner on a fold-out poker table in their living room. My grandpa, grandma, dad, and cousin were there, and we were eating donuts. My cousin was explaining how he is going to college to be a paranormal investigator, and he dropped a massive textbook about the subject on to the table. We were all shocked.

When I told this to someone earlier today, a person who overheard it said it sounded like the most boring dream ever.

[icanus]

I was setting up a new printer for my mum (which I did for real a couple of weeks ago) when her old printer started leaking orange ink everywhere. I tried to mop it up with kitchen roll, then with towels, but it was no use. The ink flooded the whole room and I woke up in a cold sweat just as it covered my head.

[Jave D]

I was playing imaginary shooting with two children in a supermarket. They got into the checkout line and ignored or didn't hear my pointing my finger and going "pow" and they got outside before me. So I shouted for someone to stop those two kids, those thieves, but no one did. So I went out to hunt for them. They were now dogs, and now I had to bring them back to the supermarket to be executed. I found them running around a dark parking lot somewhere with a wolf. I brought them back after fake-shooting the wolf (again with the finger 'gun'). I didn't execute them though. They were cuddly.

I was going down into a moon base. It was cold and the tunnel was dark and haphazard and freefall. There were squid-like alien or bio-engineered things in there. Also at some point there was another Star Trek movie sequel. It had this yet another Enterprise with a really powerful phaser that was just playing around with some Romulan warbird while Troi was giving an awkward exposition about where Picard was at now (since they couldn't get Patrick Stewart to play in this film).

Also the cat got out of the house again and I went to go look for him. This happens a lot in my dreams, actually, so much that I don't even usually address it when posting in this thread or writing them down or thinking about them. I don't even live with my parents anymore or have a cat. But the cat gets out and I freak out and go on a search in the neighborhood. Now that I think about it, I really miss the cat.

[mmmCatSoup]

In my dream, I had read somewhere that that you could drink the radioactive goo inside computers (In the dream computers didn't have circuits, they were filled with glowing green stuff.) So naturally I opened mine up and drank it. Then I decided to see if I could find the thing I'd read on the internet. I couldn't, so I started freaking out, thinking I was going to die.

[emceng]

Wish I could remember more, but it was bizaare. Random parts:

Was at a hotel or meeting or something. Someone came up to me that I knew from high school. They showed me that they had a wallet that I had lost years ago, and gave it to me. I opened it and looked through my old id, and other things in there. For some reason I was really mad at them for holding onto it for so long and not giving it back right away. There was also something about a bathroom having two doors, one out into the hallway...

Then I was at home, still with the wallet. Looked inside and there was tons of cash inside it. I pulled it out and threw it on the bed to give to my mom, because she needed money for medical bills or something. I also noted that one of the bills was an $80... yes, an $80 dollar bill.

Then something about FedEx or UPS guys dropping packages off. We were at home, but it wasn't any house I've been to. The front door had a rock path to it, and it was in the woods. We were waiting for one specific package to be dropped off, and were worried they wouldn't ring the doorbell. I was outside and floating, like a ghost, and saw 3-4 guys go and drop off small packages, and none ring the doorbell. Then one guy came by with a large package(6'x8"x8" maybe) and he range the bell. We went outside to open it. Inside was my dad's camera with a large flash and telephoto lens on it, as well as a large telescope.

[I Am Raven]

I dreamed that I really wanted to shave my head.

[Brickmack]

This is one of the few dreams I remember fairly well, though it happened about 6 months ago so I don't remember a lot of it. What I do remember is this:

It started with me walking down a street in what appeared to be a fairly large city, tall buildings all over and such. I remember that all of the food is filled with mind controlling nanobots required by government rules (thinking is apparently illegal in this world). Fortunately I have a small supply of nanobot-less food (some sort of twinky type stuff). I don't know what happened next, but I wake up in a cage surrounded by police officers and soldiers (apparently I was arrested for possession of uncontrolled food and thinking). A group of people that also are able to think break me out and I steal a car, get chased by police in helicopters, and barricade myself in a store with science supplies which I then use to find a cure for the nanobots. I then destroy the nanobots in everyone, and then get shot by a sniper.

Possibly the strangest dream I've ever had, but still kinda interesting.

[Brace]

Last night, I dreamed I was scouted by a Russian drug cartel in the future (like, 30 years from now). They just gave me a picture of some girl, and I dunno what I was supposed to do except find her. So I found her, and then ended up chasing her into an underground network of tunnels filled with cots with extremely sick people in them. It was understood that these people were sick because of the drugs (and they were really bad looking, maybe my mind was making a reference to Krokodil or something). Anyway, I was chasing her and then some big mean dude who was sick but not quite as sick started to attack me, and he had these knives that were attached to his arms and was carrying a gun. Anyway, we had on-again, off-again engagements for like, 8 hours while playing this deadly three-way hide and go seek game thing, and then finally I managed to kill him. Then I wandered back out of the tunnels and when I got to the surface, it was daylight again, and the girl was waiting for me there along with a couple of people in very nice suits. Then I realized that this was all just an extended interview of some sort, and the girl started telling me (without waiting at all) what my job duties were, then asked me when I could start. I responded "whenever you need me" despite the fact I was dead tired, and a woman in a suit smiled.

My dream randomly fast-forwarded to a part where we were on a boat. Apparently, they were using whales to smuggle drugs. They had some sort of technology to control the behavior of the whales, and they would dump the drugs into the ocean in waterproof bags, and the whales would swallow them, then travel to their destination and beach themselves. The whales looked really sick. I just remember they were going to kill me for some reason, I think because I had betrayed them. I was on my knees with a gun at my head, but I somehow got a couple bags into the set which were going to be tossed overboard which weren't drugs, but some sort of antidote. So they chucked them overboard, and then when the whales got better they attacked the boat, so the gun went off but missed, and the lights on the boat went out. I don't remember what happened afterward.

When I dream I have the weirdest dreams.

[emceng]

Ok, so I was at an army base or something, in an arid region, in a tent. Was talking with a co-worker(or someone that strongly resembled a co-worker. They had a ruggedized computer they were showing me. But apparently there was a bomb in it, and it was set to go off if something happened. We couldn't directly talk about fixing it, because one of the bomb makers was around. So I made some suggestions about pretty much using task manager to kill whatever task it was that would set off the bomb.

[Jave D]

I was playing a game that was like a weird add-on or sequel to Diablo 2. It was a platformer, and I was in the Land of Maybe Heaven. There were no enemies, no obstacles, just jumping around and getting rewards and stuff.

And earlier, I was at my parents house, letting the cats back in and chasing away neighboring cats and I got angry at my parents for leaving the doors open and I called my mom a selfish, self-centered fat bitch.

[Samik]

New death dream.

Spoiler:

There was context, I'm sure of it. I just don't remember it. Only the climax of the scene has stuck with me this far.


Anyway, myself and one other person were on our knees, hands bound behind our backs. There were a bunch of generic men with suits and guns in the room. The dream did a very good job of simulating the terror of the situation: This is really it. This isn't a movie where some event will come along to spare you at the last second. You're tied up, there are too many of them to make a move, and they're fully set on executing you. No bargaining. No way out. This is the end of your life.

They bend the other person over and put the gun to the back of his head. My dream decides it would be hilarious to temporarily move my consciousness over to him, so that I could experience his last moment. Terror spikes, they pull the trigger.

Now, I've never been shot in the head. I Imagine you wouldn't feel very much at all. My subconscious, however, decided to use a little creative license and include a tiny fraction of a second of awareness of... something I can't really describe. Something thick and oppressive. Not quite pain. It was more like everything you are vanishing so quickly that it leaves a little vacuum behind, which fills in almost instantly with a palpable crash. The whole experience takes as short of an amount of time as I think one can be aware, and it's over.

My mind is back in my own body now. I look over at the dead man, and watch as the gunman circles around behind me. He grabs my neck and shoves my head forward, then places the barrel at the base of my skull. He says something, which I don't remember now. Then he moves the gun, and replaces it at the small of my back, dead center over the spine. A short pause, during which I experience both overwhelming relief at the prospect of possibly being left alive, and dread at anticipation of the pain to come, and the likely paralysis. He pulls the trigger. This one does hurt. A lot.


They leave me there, bleeding badly and helpless, but still alive for the time being. I wake up before any resolution occurs.

[emceng]

I was watching kind of third person. There was a seat with a black cushion on it. I saw that there was a needle in it, sticking out just a little bit. Then I saw myself, nude, go to sit on the seat. The needle pierced my scrotum. Immediately there was blood. Red, red blood. Bright, crimson, intense blood.

[Samik]

Two worth remembering last night.

One:

Spoiler:

I was on a beach on some tropical island. In a rarity for me, there was no drama of any kind. No one trying to kill me. No catastrophe to be averted. No important school projects long overdue.

I was just on the beach. For hours. Reading a book. Swimming. Napping. Going for a run.

The dream was long as hell (or at least seemed that way).

Just me. On the beach.


It was fantastic.

Two:

...

What. the damn.

I had another* much more interesting one that I held on to, with little difficulty, all morning. And only just now, as I wrote out the first one, did this one slip from my grasp. What is it with dreams like that? How can the whole thing just spontaneously vanish from my memory, all at once, after being in there solidly for hours?



*warning: when misspelling "another" as "anther", spellcheck will not rescue you.

[Nylonathatep]

Anyway, myself and one other person were on our knees, hands bound behind our backs. There were a bunch of generic men with suits and guns in the room. The dream did a very good job of simulating the terror of the situation: This is really it. This isn't a movie where some event will come along to spare you at the last second. You're tied up, there are too many of them to make a move, and they're fully set on executing you. No bargaining. No way out. This is the end of your life.

Are you feeling that you are confined with very limited choices in your life right now? Do you feel that you are helpless and cannot do anything to change a situation in your life?

They bend the other person over and put the gun to the back of his head. My dream decides it would be hilarious to temporarily move my consciousness over to him, so that I could experience his last moment. Terror spikes, they pull the trigger.

Now, I've never been shot in the head. I Imagine you wouldn't feel very much at all. My subconscious, however, decided to use a little creative license and include a tiny fraction of a second of awareness of... something I can't really describe. Something thick and oppressive. Not quite pain. It was more like everything you are vanishing so quickly that it leaves a little vacuum behind, which fills in almost instantly with a palpable crash. The whole experience takes as short of an amount of time as I think one can be aware, and it's over.

I would have guessed that your brain is substituting experience because it never really felt what happen when someone shoot you in the head, but then I read the next part.

My mind is back in my own body now. I look over at the dead man, and watch as the gunman circles around behind me. He grabs my neck and shoves my head forward, then places the barrel at the base of my skull. He says something, which I don't remember now. Then he moves the gun, and replaces it at the small of my back, dead center over the spine. A short pause, during which I experience both overwhelming relief at the prospect of possibly being left alive, and dread at anticipation of the pain to come, and the likely paralysis. He pulls the trigger. This one does hurt. A lot.

They leave me there, bleeding badly and helpless, but still alive for the time being. I wake up before any resolution occurs.

[Black Dynamite]

My dream last night consisted of me posting in various threads in FaiD. I'm kinda boring, aren't I?

[Chewbaccawacca]

I don't remember the whole dream proper, but I do remember that in the dream I made up a joke to tell to a friend (I enjoy doing this) and it was great.

The joke: "What does a greek chef call tzatziki sauce when he's feeling down in the dumps?"

Spoiler:

Tsadziki sauce!

[mayhaps]

Analyses welcome... I mostly just need to share it.


I dreamt that I was doing some extreme sport that was a mixture of skydiving, bungee jumping and trampolining. Basically, I would jump down onto this giant hammock that was tied between two city buildings. I would swing back and forth in the giant hammock, and I could look into the building's windows.

Then, however, one of the buildings to which the hammock was attached started to collapse/undergo serious structural damage from the weight and also from a flood below us. We had to scamper up one end of the hammock and cling to the windows of the building (why we went towards the collapsing one, I am not sure). Inside was a really vintage dining room, with everyone in fancy formal wear, so we were contrasted with them in our sporting gear. It reminded me of the dining area on the Titanic (the movie).

But the building collapsed in such a way that only the ornate window frames (looked more like the frames for portraits, actually) were held in the air; we were able to "trick" the building into thinking that we were amongst the dining guests, which mattered, somehow, because otherwise we wouldn't survive. We all figured out how to maneuver the free-floating frames, and ended up a cloud, not quite knowing what to do. Soon the frames became like portals or televisions, in which we could see other worlds (some people watched football, some looked into grassy fields, etc). It distracted us, but we still couldn't let go of the frames or else we would fall and die.

[Samik]

Two judges, in a courtroom, in full judicial regalia, both sitting behind a bench that was built to accommodate both, and debating something about a bicycle belonging to one of them. I don't recall what, precisely, they were debating.

There are two doors to the courtroom, both exiting into the same hallway. After every few sentences, one of the judges gets up, walks out of the courtroom through one door, comes back in through the other door, and sits back down behind the bench. Whenever this happens, they immediately switch their stances and start arguing the opposite of what they had been arguing previously. This happens 3 or 4 times.


At one point, one of the judges asks the other to describe the bike. The offered description was this:

"Patterned, brightly colored, and with a 45-foot spike coming out of the back."


That's all I remember.

[Giant Speck]

I was in a library, checking out some books, and for some reason, there was some sort of philosophy class going on in the middle of the library. With desks and everything. It was as though someone took a classroom and plopped it down right in the middle of the library. I sat down in one of the desks and was listening to the professor speak, when an older man (he had to have been in his 50s or 60s) stood up and began arguing with her.

The argument reached a boiling point when the man yelled "YOU'RE WRONG!" at the top of his lungs. Then he had a stroke. The odd thing about it, though, was the fact that right after he yelled "YOU'RE WRONG", blue smoke and sparks came shooting out of his ears, like he was some sort of cartoon character. So, when he fell to the floor, everyone started laughing, until they finally realized what had happened.

I was just getting up from my desk and had begun to rush toward the man when my cell phone woke me up.


I don't remember a word of the argument between the professor and the man, but I remember when I woke up, I had this sense of "I can't believe my uneducated mind was able to come up with that".

[Samik]

I don't remember a word of the argument between the professor and the man, but I remember when I woke up, I had this sense of "I can't believe my uneducated mind was able to come up with that".

This sort of thing happens to me frequently in dreams. I'm still not entirely certain, but I'm beginning to home in on concluding that it's not a case of you're-thinking-of-something-really-clever-and-then-forgetting-it, but instead that your-mind-is-convincing-you-that-you-thought-of-something-really-clever.

The most common example, for me, is rhyming. In waking life, I lack any kind of rhythm/musical inclination, and am possessed of notoriously low levels of spontaneity. In my dreams, I frequently spout of long strings of poetry/lyrics, quite rapidly and flawlessly.

I can never remember any of the rhymes after I've woken up.


A counter point to this for me would be faces. The part of my brain that processes faces must be clinically retarded. If I meet you, even if I talk to you for some time, it is highly unlikely that I will recognize you upon seeing you the very next day. I have introduced myself to the same person multiple times at the same event. When I fly to visit someone I haven't seen in a while, and I'm exiting the terminal, I always have to scan the crowd and look for someone making eye contact with me and waving, because if they weren't, I might look right at them, and then keep looking. This last isn't just true for friends I haven't seen in ages, but even for my parents.

I can only picture faces in my mind at the most rudimentary level. Yet, in my dreams, there will occasionally arise an incredibly, flawlessly detailed image of a face - often one which I am certain I have never seen before. Also, frequently this face will stick with me well after I've woken up, so I know it's not a case of my-brain-is-just-telling-me-I-saw-a-detailed-face.

[saus]

Last night I had a dream where I was frustrated and kind of freaking out that I couldn't see and play my video games with my eyes closed. Normally it works, apparently.

[I Am Raven]

Death trigger spoiler.

Spoiler:

Sunday-monday I dreamed that someone close to me (I don't even remember who) died. I was sitting on my couch, reading, and someone told me about it. At first I absorbed its information, and then came the wave of emptiness. I got so, incredibly sad. The future got so different. All possible places where we were going to go, all things we were going to talk about, laugh about, all dinners we were going to have together were gone. A variable in the equation of my life suddenly went missing. I turned blind. I felt so empty and so much sadness washing over me. My innards felt like they were shrinking, while the sorrow that was now the only thing in the entire world was ever expanding.
I awoke crying hard.

For 5 minutes, someone was dead. I swear to God I hope it's not like this when someone really dies. But I actually think it is.

[gorcee]

I had a dream where I was involved in some sort of spy game with some unknown party. The details are still foggy to me now, but I was trying to protect someone that was a whistleblower of sorts. I remember getting a delivery, and having to go through it for bugs. We found them, and disabled them. And after everything was settled and the person I was trying to protect got to safety, I enabled the bugs and was like, "fuck you, I won!"

Then the next day I came home and my house was robbed.

[thorgold]

Brr, I am officially creeped out by my subconcious. And the image burned into my mental retina.

So, I wake up in the dream in bed, in the middle of the night, and I'm sleepwalking (in the dream, yes. I'm simultaneously seeing the dream-within-the-dream and the dream of sleepwalking. Dawg). Basically, my actions in the 2nd level dream were corresponding to my sleepwalking - walk and I walk, jump and I jump. To make things more clear, I'll separate the two pictures:

Dream-within-Dream:
I'm confined in a prison cell, and there's something banging on my door. I know that whatever on the other side is there to kill me, so I run over to the window and pry it open. There's a grate on the other side of the window, and I tear that off, too. Beneath me is a river, so I jump out the window as a shadowy figure breaks down the door and lunges after me.

The Dream:
I "wake up" in bed, and walk over to the door. I close it and prop a chair against it, then run over to the window. I slide it open, then take off the bug screen on the other side. I perch on the window ledge, as a... thing comes into my room. You know those creepypasta pictures of the little girls who "kill you at midnight if you don't send this on?" Think that - a decomposed, ragged corpse-demon comes in and... smiles. It's impossible to convey just how horrifying a picture this is, it was almost as if it was an Eldritch Abomination in terms of just being flat out wrong to look at.

So, I'm perched on the window ledge (haven't jumped in the dream, yet), and she smiles at me. I don't see her, as I'm looking at my self in 3rd person. She walks up and shoves me out the window, and I fall the four stories to the ground. My legs shatter and I "wake up" from the 2nd dream, screaming on the ground as I bleed out.

Suddenly, the camera view whips up from me, back through the window, and straight at the thing that pushed me out. Classic shock scare, but this time the dream flickered like a video tape being distorted and there was screeching/screaming. Sort of like what happened at the end of Season 2 of Marble Hornets, except instead of Slenderman it's a... come to think, it was basically a nude, decomposed, demonic Slenderwoman. With teeth.

I really don't want to sleep, now. That was a day dream I had during my break period at school, I woke up flailing my arms in shock.

[Samik]

a decomposed, ragged corpse-demon comes in and... smiles. It's impossible to convey just how horrifying a picture this is, it was almost as if it was an Eldritch Abomination in terms of just being flat out wrong to look at.

...

it was basically a nude, decomposed, demonic Slenderwoman. With teeth.

This sounds an awful lot like something that occasionally happens in my dreams.

Figures that are intended by my dreams to be semi-demonic in nature often have this... texture, is the best way to put it, that doesn't seem like something that could actually exist. Mottled black and grey, sort of reminiscent of charred paper. Except that it swallows the light in a way that you can't see any detail. Or, rather, can't see the details you would normally be able to see, because, in some strange way, the figure seems to exist more than a normal being, as if there's some sort of extra-dimensionality going on.

Man. It's really hard to describe.


Best part about it is one of the two most striking appearances of a creature of this type happened to me while mostly awake. The room was pitch black, and I must have been just in the beginning stages of drifting off, because there it was in the corner of my room, right up against the ceiling, staring at me (not that it had eyes, but it was somehow quite clear that its focus was intensely on me), barely discernible against the blackness, and yet so terribly... present.


THAT one gave me a start.

[Deva]

Took a placement test in a lecture hall. The scoring system:
- One point for a correct answer.
- Negative one point for a blank answer.
- Negative ten points for a wrong answer.
Provided a cross-section of a tree trunk with thirty labeled locations, along with a word bank. Needed to match the words with the locations. Knew nothing. Wasted a lot of time attempting to place Xylem (unsuccessfully).

Eventually figured out that the test was actually the answer key. Mistook the answers for a word bank. Would look stupid for asking for the real test after twenty minutes. Waited for the test to finish instead. Turned in the answer key with the other tests. Ended there.

Scored just as well, in hindsight.

[You, sir, name?]

Dreamed I was mining and found gold nuggets. But when I went to examine them, they were warm to the touch, so I used a conveniently placed geiger counter to determine they were highly radioactive. Ruined my dream-day.

[Menacing Spike]

In a future apocalyptic land war is warred with robots. With a commando team, I trie to repgrogram a bunch of them: but one of them bugs and the "controller" field is replaced by random memory content: that content en up being a reference to the robot itself.

The robbot becomes buddhist and starts enlightening other bots around him. Peace comes at last. I get fired.

[thorgold]

Military industrial complex will be booming come the robot uprising, I guess.

Anyway, nodded off at lunch (I have got to get more sleep). Dreamed I was in Chernobyl, running around like Robin Hood. A bunch of duster-clad, gasmask-wearing bandits and I were running around, ambushing Russian patrols, and randomly checking rad levels. Then the demon core popped up out of the ground, went critical, and instantly killed half my guys in a radiation burst.

I started feeling really sick, my arm started burning, and I woke up. I freaked out for a minute because my arm was still tingling, I'd pinned it against the table edge and it had fallen asleep.

My dreams are becoming more and more based in physical reality. Muscle movement, input from environmental conditions... brr.

Figures that are intended by my dreams to be semi-demonic in nature often have this... texture ... Mottled black and grey, sort of reminiscent of charred paper. Except that it swallows the light in a way that you can't see any detail. Or, rather, can't see the details you would normally be able to see, because, in some strange way, the figure seems to exist more than a normal being, as if there's some sort of extra-dimensionality going on.

Man. It's really hard to describe.

That charred paper insight is horrifying, because looking at that example makes me recall that my demon-dreams have that exact same tone, as well. Cripes.

As for the paradoxical clarity and lack of detail, I've found that it's always one specific characteristic that manifests completely, while the rest is... blurry. Present, but just incapable of being described or recalled with detail. The characteristic that always manifests is the eyes, or lack thereof - that last dream had... void where the eyes should be. Not sockets, not "black eyes of death," just nothingness.

[Samik]

That charred paper insight is horrifying, because looking at that example makes me recall that my demon-dreams have that exact same tone, as well. Cripes.

The uncanny similarities between our demons makes me wonder if there's not some very specific neuro-chemical reason for having a visual experience of this kind. Like, something happens in your brain, and the result is a visual experience that's lacking some of the usual components of a visual experience. And then your dream creatively latches onto it and turns it into a demon.

As for the paradoxical clarity and lack of detail, I've found that it's always one specific characteristic that manifests completely, while the rest is... blurry. Present, but just incapable of being described or recalled with detail. The characteristic that always manifests is the eyes, or lack thereof - that last dream had... void where the eyes should be. Not sockets, not "black eyes of death," just nothingness.

Regarding "nothingness": Usually my demons have that texture I described, but just once, the entire figure was "nothingness". This particular one was very humaniform, so you could look right at it, and see arms, legs, head, etc. (no face), except that my brain picked out the shapes via absence, rather than presence.

But the great part about this dream was that instead of the encounter being some short, horrifying episode, the dream really latched on to the figure and constructed a narrative around it.

As it turns out, it came from a universe that was built in a very opposite way from ours: here, the vast majority of the universe is mostly empty, and the small concentrations of mass and energy (planets, stars, life, etc.) are what's interesting. In the universe this thing came from, it was the reverse: instead of vacuum, the universe was filled with energy, like one massive universal star (or not even that, just a never-ending expanse of the densest energy you could imagine - pure white - the hypothetical exact opposite of vacuum), and the points of lower mass/energy density were where the interesting things happened. Stars, planets, and people, were voids.



I'm going to skip the play-by-play, because it was a pretty long dream (and the dialogue/action has always been less interesting to me than the imagery/themes), but:

I was a police officer, who was called to a home where the residents thought someone was squatting in their basement / had broken in (they weren't sure, but knew something was down there, and didn't want to let it up).

By the time we arrived, this thing had gotten upstairs and apparently killed a few people (although it wound up being unclear if it was actually at fault, or was defending itself), and I had to talk the other officers down from potentially shooting it (there didn't seem to be a way to effectively communicate with it at first, and there was sort of a stand-off situation - it wasn't surrendering its person, and, with two people dead, and it being, you know, pretty darned demonic-looking, guns were being aimed and voices were being raised).


It managed to sort of semi-transfer ideas and thoughts to me via some variety of telekinesis, and I ended up getting sucked back through a portal in the basement into its home universe. Which, surprisingly, didn't kill me instantly. I'm not sure if a.) there was some sort of technology that allowed it to exist in our universe and me in it's without both of us dying instantly, or b.) perhaps I wasn't really there but was being projected somehow, or c.) atmosphere/planets happened to be (by coincidence or design or physical law) right where their universe's and our universe's mass/energy density criss-crossed, or d.) other (probably my dream just got intimidated by the idea of trying to render such a universe). The question was never answered, because I woke up only a few seconds after arriving.

The few seconds I was there, I was on the edge of a city high up in the atmosphere of a planet, looking out into the sky.

[Ephemeron]

This dream is a sign that I've been reading too many tech blogs.

I was trying out the beta test for Apple's new operating system on the computer at my old house. It could dual boot Windows. When I was on the Windows desktop, several copies of an email popped up.

It said that Apple was planning to buy Microsoft. And I knew in the dream that it was meant for the eyes of Apple employees only. All the messages disappeared about 30 seconds later.

I was probably the only one who saw this, and I had no proof that it happened, since I didn't take a screenshot. But I was happy that I had come across the Apple rumour of the century. I was going to tell the world somehow, and even if they didn't believe me, I would one day be proved right.

Of course in the real world I know that Apple would never buy Microsoft, even if they could. But how awesome it would be if they did, and I would say I foresaw it in a dream!

[SlyReaper]

If it were real life, you could cash in by buying Microsoft shares.

[emceng]

Ok, what I remember. There was much before this, but it has faded.

I was in a parking lot near a hockey stadium, and saw some players in full gear getting undressed by their cars in this parking lot. Think it was the Bruins after their loss.

Then I was in a locker room or basement area and talked to Tim Thomas. He acted like he knew me, and said we'd skated together before.

Was still in the basement, but it was deserted. Had to use the bathroom, but I was barefoot. I didn't want to walk in any of the puddles in the locker/bath room, so was tip toeing around. It had odd geometry, with cramped stalls and diagonal stall dividers. There was one toilet that had these wooden pedals/feet that could be flipped down. Someone else walked in and suggested I use those to keep my feet off the ground. I was nervous because I didn't want to pee in front of anybody.

Then I was upstairs and going to leave. I realized that I was in a fraternity. There were pastries in the kitchen area, and I wanted to snag one before I left. I looked at them but most were unappetizing. Saw one with red goo coming out, thought maybe it's raspberry. Tried a little, and it was cherry, which I hate. Someone came down the stairs and asked me what I was doing. I walked out.

I crossed the street to my car, and started to leave. The street I was on turned into kind of an alley, and I ended up circling the block. When I was on the opposite side of the house I'd been in, I stopped for some reason. Then I was going into the back door of the fraternity to get a tour. There was the guy giving the tour, plus one other guy on the tour with me. The guide talked about what their beliefs were. Something about one of the Indian gods calling Buddha an adulterer, so these guys hated the god.

Went up this stairwell, and at the top it opened up into a room. I was surprised because there were 3 guys awake up there, at least one playing a PC game. I commented on it, because the clock on the wall said 4:50 AM.

There was a small bookshelf at the top of the stairs. I looked it over but can't remember what was on it. Also saw a Star Wars poster. It was titled something like Full Cast of Star Wars, and had a picture of every character on it from all 6 movies. Then I looked around and saw another poster that was bigger, and had a title like 'Real full cast of Star Wars', and had every character from only the first three movies.

[ahammel]

The other night I dreamed that I solved my cat's behaviour problems using shell scripting.

Wish I could remember the script.