DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

[The Question]

Had a really weird one last night. It was very Fallout-y, as in everything was in a sort of dirty and run-down state. I was a kid again, maybe between 10 and 12 years old, and was in this clubhouse with a bunch of other kids in roughly the same age group. Sort of a "Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome" type situation, except the area was forested, not desert.

Anyway, I go off wandering in the woods and find what looks like an old abandoned casino. So I start exploring it looking for good shit to loot from it (this also played into the general Fallout feel of the dream). At some point, I find what looks like an office. In the office, behind the big ol' worn and beat up executive desk, there's a briefcase. Open it up and it's full of cash. But here's a weird thing, some of the cash is uncut, in rolls like rolls of toilet paper, three bills high, and that's when I decide for some reason that it's counterfeit. So I stuff my pockets full of the stuff (in waking hindsight, I have NO fucking idea why I'd do that; leaving aside that it was funny money, there wasn't even any place to spend it.)

That's when I hear other people talking and walking around in the abandoned casino, so I sneak out of that office and down the hall a ways, when two 1940s gangster lookin' dudes slide into the office, thereupon proceed to pitch a towering shit fit about, "WHO STOLE DA MONEY!"

Anyway, they start accusing each other and it turns into a gunfight just about the time I'm slidin' out of there and back into the woods.

Pretty cool dream.

 

[The Question]

For me, interrupted sleep is apparently the key to remembering dreams.

Same here. I end up waking up about 6 hours in needing to take a piss, and whatever I was dreaming just before the bladder wakes me up is what I remember.

 

[whisky]

I was walking the route between my old flat and where my school was across fields, I was an adult, despite where I was going. Things were going ok, then about six louts on horses kept riding towards me, then veering off at the last second. I called them out on it and they got mad, things were about to kick off and I woke up.

 

[Volpone]

Had my first dream with my Dog in it. I was looking out the window and there she was. Couldn't believe it was her and that she looked back to normal. Went out and checked and she'd been cleaned up and her chest had been shaved and there were about a half dozen fairly large needle marks on her chest. I think it was the old news story about the family dog "dying," being buried, and digging herself out, with a twist of being found by a veterinarian.

But this is a twist from the dreams with my Mom & Dad and Favorite Aunt. In those dreams they're just alive and well and living in their house. The ones with my mom in particular, my conscious brain is in the back pointing out that I was at her funeral and my brother is living in her house. But my subconscious just shouts that down. I've gotten used to them now, but when I first started having them I would wake up and be like "did I somehow imagine this whole thing of her dying?" Conversely, my Dog had clearly died in my dream.

And it was a pretty short dream with limited interaction. She didn't really do anything that was particularly her, she just was in the yard and looked like herself. I don't think she even licked my face or anything. And then the dream ended. The dreams with dead humans have long extended stories with dialog and interaction and everything. And it took a few days to have it.

Heck, I had a dream about a tech at work the night I met the guy. We used to work the oldest, crappiest assembly line in the building, making the low-end product. But they built a new line for a more expensive, fancier model. It has a lot of annoying automation. You can't start your task until the product crosses a mark on the track--literally, your power tool won't run until the product crosses the mark--and you have to finish your task before it crosses the next mark or The Computer will stop the line. Well last night I was working next to a big robot that reaches up and snatches chassis' down from a 2nd floor track and puts them onto our line (I was in the first position). The big robot is in a big cage to keep him from unwittingly clobbering the hell out of someone like a rogue gorilla if they get too close. So of course there's a sensor that shuts the robot off if you stick your arm past the edge of the cage. Knowing where the sensor is, I was working as close to it as I could without crossing it. So this guy comes over and gives me a stern talking to about how I shouldn't do the thing I haven't done and know I shouldn't do. Flash forward 45 minutes or so and the girl on the other side of the belt, doing a different task, reaches in and does it. The robot shuts down. Tech guy comes back to get the robot running again and give me a lecture. I tell him I didn't do it and he says the sensor says I did. I hate tattling on someone but I also hate being blamed for something I didn't do, so I point over at the girl.

Now, IRL, he was very apologetic and no one got mad at the girl (who didn't know and was also very apologetic) but of course in my dream the guy had been a dick to me much more. So someone was egging me on and I went to confront him and ask him why he was being a dick to me and he kept hiding from me/ignoring me. And I was like "that's right, pussy." So yeah, my subconscious was able to build a far more complex dream involving some guy I interacted with for less than 2 minutes while it built only the most very basic and literal dream about a dog I've lived with for almost 10 years.

 

[Volpone]

Had a pretty good one this morning. I'm hanging out at a college. There's this cute undergrad that I want to bang even though I realize it is skeevy because she's less than half my age, so I'm trying not to be creepy. I have a paper that was due and I didn't submit so I'm hoping first thing the next morning counts as on time (it was done, I just didn't submit it and I don't think I was enrolled so I have no idea why I was submitting papers, let alone hanging around the dorms).

Well as it happens, the hot girl is actually Supergirl. And at this point she has to submit the paper. Her professor isn't around so a professor played by Edward James Olmos agrees to pass it along. He's manning some kind of table out in that particular college's lobby, modeled after the lobby of the fine arts building of my undergrad years. Professor Olmos is actually Professor Bruce Wayne, a super old Dark Knight version of Batman and he starts reading Supergirl's paper, where she confesses that she's a superhero. Professor Batman leaps to the conclusion that she's Batgirl who, for some dream reason, he hates, so he sets out to confirm this. Because Supergirl is Supergirl, she can somehow hear Batman's thoughts so she decides to fuck with him and when she knows he's watching she acts like she thinks no one is watching and does some amazing acrobatic stuff--but not anything beyond the capability of Batgirl. So Batman decides to apprehend her, only now he thinks she's Catwoman and she has a kind of Harley Quinn/Tank Girl homemade Catwoman costume. Batman tries to gas her but she pulls her goggles down, so he then sprays some kind of foam into the mouth area of her mask. The foam seems a lot more lethal than is really appropriate but, being Supergirl, she just processes it and then sounds hurt that Batman is doing this. At which point Batman gets out something that is apparently a flamethrower.

And that's where I woke up.

 

[whisky]

I was at a birthday party, it may have been for me, but it wasn't at my house, their pet rat bit my finger and wouldn't let go, hurt like hell, everyone else just laughed.

 

[Volpone]

Another OK one this morning. I'm the New Guy in some military unit. I go to some kind of supply room or other semi-private enclosed space only to discover a giant honkin' spider in there. I mean, body at least the size of a basketball and legs that are at least 5' long. Although it was also a little fake and cheesy, considering it was a dream, where the SFX budget is irrelevant. Looked a little like something you might see at a Disneyland haunted house. (Off topic: I actually quite like spiders IRL.) Anyway, I close the door quickly and set out to find someone to deal with this, but really know that no one will believe me. And of course no one does. So I'm like "OK, give me a .45. An M-14 would be even better but I'll take what I can get." The armory/marksmanship guy points out that nobody in the military has .45s or M-14s anymore, and since we aren't a combat unit and we're in garrison, we don't even have 9mms and ammo laying around for something like this. (Another sidebar: When I was working out in Hawai'i, post 9-11, I was duty officer a few times and was absolutely issued a 9mm and a clip of live ammo to walk around the office with. It sucked. And I always remember that Sunday morning duty officer that told a couple radar operators not to worry about the contact they'd picked up, because it was a flight of B-17s being delivered from the mainland. But the Duty would've been exactly what I needed to deal with my giant spider.) Well I bitched about how stupid it was that we didn't have any kind of firearms and the armory guy stormed off. So one of the other offers passed me a note saying I shouldn't have said that because now the armory guy would try to get me written up for some horrible dream offense I'd committed. I don't remember if I told them I really didn't care or not. Woke up pretty soon after that.

 

[whisky]

I'm in a hospital ward, someone is trying to to treat me, I tell them I don't need treatment,I'm in charge of the ward.

In the start of this I am with people I work with, either the ones nowz or ones from the past, but suddenly it's Wacky and eggs, I ask eggs to look at the nuclear X ray machines, he's reluctant, but does anyway.

Then the Taliban show up shooting AKs, I run out the hi hospital, and keep going, over roofs of houses action movie style, bullets flying close.

And I wake never knowing if I got away, or why they would put a data analyst in charge of an actual ward, or why terrorists wanted to kill me

 

[The Question]

Every now and then I'll have one that's kind of... apocalyptic.

The other night, I had one where I was just lounging around in some grassy field or lawn or something, in England, while talking to some broad on the phone. But, like, a seriously old-time-y phone, the kind where the microphone is built into the base of the handset and the earpiece is separate, you hold it up to your ear. Talking pre-rotary-dial, you'd just put the earpiece to your ear, then jiggle the hook to get the operator's attention, then tell the operator who you wanted to call.

Anyway, the topic of conversation isn't coming back to me, but we were having a good time chatting about some random shit, when all of a sudden I hear this cluster of "boom" at a pretty decent distance and elevation in the sky. Then see explosions that looked like they were happening damn near in low orbit, then see shit falling out of the sky toward the field.

So I'm all like, "Oh, it's the end of the world, call you back." And about then I woke up.

 

[CaptainWacky]

I'm in a hospital ward, someone is trying to to treat me, I tell them I don't need treatment,I'm in charge of the ward.

In the start of this I am with people I work with, either the ones nowz or ones from the past, but suddenly it's Wacky and eggs, I ask eggs to look at the nuclear X ray machines, he's reluctant, but does anyway.

Then the Taliban show up shooting AKs, I run out the hi hospital, and keep going, over roofs of houses action movie style, bullets flying close.

And I wake never knowing if I got away, or why they would put a data analyst in charge of an actual ward, or why terrorists wanted to kill me

This actually happened I remember it.

 

[The Question]

Discovered one possible reason I had the weird-ass "random field in England getting carpet-bombed" dream the other night. Apparently it's "overnight thunderstorm" season here. Woke up in the middle of the night last night to "nature's drum solo" as well.

Stupid-ass reality doing its weather shit while I'm trying to sleep. *grumble grumble*

 

[Volpone]

Ooh! Had one yesterday that I meant to write up but forgot to until just now: So there was some kind of coup or revolution or civil war and I picked the losing side. I managed to avoid being killed with everyone else by pretending to be crippled and crazy. I managed to find another survivor and the little girl he was taking care of (I don't know if that's why he got spared or not.) So we're biding our time, laying low--equal parts looking for an opportunity and just trying to stay alive--when some resistance cell finds us. So as we're getting back into the fight I notice the girl isn't there (and she wasn't little, little, maybe 10 or 12 and was actually involved in the fighting) and ask where she is. The guy is like "Oh, she died." Major bummer.

Which reminds me that I did have a short dream where my dog was still alive. And not like she'd died and now she was alive again, she'd never died. She wasn't 100% but seemed to be recovering. But as I was waking up I was able to think it through and remember she'd died. You know, that might be part of it: My Mom or Dad or Aunt are all half a country away. So if I dream I'm home visiting them, it's harder to validate, other than thinking things through. With The Dog I can see where I buried her out the back window. Interestingly, with the majority of the visiting dead family dreams, there's a subplot where I need to get back home to go to work and I can never remember if I've made travel arrangements or will be back by the date I need to be back by. (That's probably because that's the way it was for pretty much each of these cases.)

 

[Volpone]

Had a few dreams last night, but I'll go with the one from around 5am. A bit boring and politicized for the dream thread but such is life: Summer fairs and festivals and concerts are a thing again. So I'm walking around one and it's nice. Go to an open air concert on the "main stage" and notice that literally no one is wearing masks or social distancing. Of course right about that point the performer comments on it too and people start fishing out their masks. I realize I don't have a mask so I'm just going to blow it off, but the...I forget, the performer keeps going on about how important it is? Anyway I get disgusted and as much as I wanted to stay I decide to leave on principle. They want me to wear a mask and I don't have a mask so I guess I'll leave. On the way out, some guy starts mask-shaming me. He's "wearing" a mask. Only he's got it bunched up between his nose and mouth so neither is covered. It looks like a Hitler moustache. So I bitch at him for that as a parting shot. Then my brother comes over and says he wishes I would've stayed and I say something about stupidity or principles or something and wake up.

 

[whisky]

I think I was in agents of shield, I grew tired of my son's bullshit and had the scientists graft an exoskeleton over him which dampened his emotions, making him little more than a robot, a dream I was woken from at 3 in the morning, ironically by him going to toilet.

 

[Volpone]

Interestingly miserable morning this morning. Woke up at 5:34 and had trouble getting back to sleep. Then when I finally got back to sleep I was dreaming that I still hadn't got back t sleep. Only reason I knew I'd been sleeping is because the things that were happening were strange or didn't fit the timeline. First I was talking with an old friend from college who (IRL) wants me to do some contracted work for him again. But in the dream he said they weren't going to be needing someone until September, which is way too far out and puts me right in terrible timing. Then I was cleaning up some brush or something and the first time I remembered to check for snakes(?) and the second time I didn't. So of course I got bit by a snake. Meanwhile, as I'm trying to decide if the snake is venomous all these wild animals start fleeing my house. The windows had been open with no screens and they all snuck in and now they were leaving. A racoon, some squirrels, and a bunch of foxes. Now that my dog is gone, they weren't afraid to come in the house apparently. I think there were a few other things, but I don't remember them.

 

[CaptainWacky]

I had a dream I attempted to flush a lot of my clothes down the toilet. Then in the dream I pulled them all out and was like "shit, why did I do that?" Then when I was awake and opening my wardrobe I remember thinking "oh shit, I wrecked so much of my clothes flushing them down the toilet!" But they were fine.

Because it had been a dream.

 

[Mirah]

I was walking the route between my old flat and where my school was across fields, I was an adult, despite where I was going. Things were going ok, then about six louts on horses kept riding towards me, then veering off at the last second. I called them out on it and they got mad, things were about to kick off and I woke up.

I don't recall ever having horses in my dreams so I looked it up and of course it has to do with repressed male energy. But it also symbolizes freedom and strength and endurance and hard work.

 

[whisky]

I was at the outskirts of town near the docks and a sniper was shooting at me, I had a sniper rifle too, I checked over the wall I was hiding behind and I could see the sniper high up in my old flat. I knew I could make the shot, but I also knew I would have to look down the sight for long enough for them to shoot at me again, I woke before I could fire back.

 

[Volpone]

Oh man, I had a detailed and coherent (if somewhat boring) one this morning: I'm working at the church in the town I was a little kid in. They're having some kind of big fundraising brunch after Mass. So this family shows up and a guy in the family, named "Teefer" says he's supposed to get a free lunch so he wants to make sure that's taken care of. Apparently the...Ambassador(?) who is apparently a bigwig in Dream Catholicism, somewhere between a Cardinal and an Archbishop said last year that he should get a free lunch next time and now he's calling this in.

Whatever. So I'm helping out with preparations and once Mass is over, the family are at the ticket table and the person working it is, of course, trying to charge Teefer for a meal. Sio I go to find my Mom (I'm a grownup in the dream, but it's the church she goes to so maybe she has more pull) and we try to figure this out. But at some point Mom decides she needs to go to a concert/play/performance. So I'm crouching in the aisle, whispering with her that we need to sort this thing out ASAP. At this point I actually think I remember sitting at the table with the Ambassador and the parish Priest last year and the Ambassador being amused by Teefer and saying he should eat free next year, so I'm all set to vouch for him, but then I remember that was a different priest than the current one, so the event I'm remembering had to have happened years and years earlier. We were still trying to figure this all out when I woke up.

 

[whisky]

I was at a cinema dont know what I was watching but I needed the toilet, when I went to the foyer they pointed me in the direction of a toilet on the wall out in the open, there was some leather panels with press studs, and I had to press these one by one into the walls to build a cubicle. In the meantime a bunch of other people started queing up behind me telling me to get a move on. I never finished building it before I woke.