DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

Volpone said:

Exciting dream news! The morning I got fired from my pointless office temp dream job. For some reason it's around 3 in the afternoon. I think I'd barely showed up for work by then and was walking around the office (not working at my desk, just wandering around) in sweats and a bathrobe. I almost bumped into my boss so I tried to sneak back to my desk and change into clothes but I got caught. At first I tried some excuse but he wasn't having it so I said something like that he should just fire me if he wanted to because I didn't want or need the job anyway, so he did, telling me to go up to the 24th floor for out-processing. I was a little bummed anyway and sat down at my desk for a bit but word travels fast in dream office and pretty soon everyone in the office filed past, cheering and congratulating me and basically telling me they liked me better than the boss.

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That sounds kind of funny actually.

I should probably be having a similar dream because I may be getting a visit from my boss soon.

Lots of little boring ones, but one involving "my" dog. In the dream it was my dog and it had my dog's name, but it looked nothing like my actual dog. My actual dog is good off leash and I'll let her walk off leash in places I'd never let any other dog do it. Anyway, in the dream I'm wearing, like, jogging shorts and a karate gi. Just threw on some clothes to walk out to the mailbox. But the dog comes with. And next thing I know, we go out for a jog. And the jog is basically between my grandma and one of my aunt's houses (on my Mom's side). Along the way other dogs and other people show up and the dogs are having such a good time we all decide to go for a run. Eventually we stop at a fast food restaurant and at first things are going well but pretty soon one of the dogs gets up on another customer's table and people start leaving so we realize we should get out. But I can't find my dog. While I'm looking I realize our dogs completely trashed the restaurant and the manager is not very happy. We'll have to cover the damages. By now everyone else has left so I head out onto the street and everyone else is combing the neighborhood for various missing dogs.. (I'll also mention the location the dream starts out in is in the middle of nowhere and it ends in a fairly busy urban setting.)

Oh, and there were lots of stupid little dreams that I don't remember, but one bit I do remember: I dreamed the alarm had gone off and it was time to get up. But my cat likes to come in during the night and lay on my ankles. And he does NOT like the alarm clock. As I was trying to wake up I realized he was still laying on my feet so the alarm could not have gone off.

Last night was the school dream (with military aspects). Only remember the last bit. I was working on a computer and I wasn't thinking and pulled up porn or something so the admins locked down my computer. The keyboard and monitor were also replaced with something that looked like a cross between an early Mac and some kind of military gear. And I couldn't log onto it because the user interface was so clunky I couldn't key in my strong password (there was, like, a switch on the back/side that you had to move to toggle between case, numbers, and special characters). Then I was late for some class. All set to bite the bullet and walk in when I realized there was a second group that hadn't started yet. I didn't know which one I was supposed to be in so I just went into that one. But I didn't have any course materials so at least I went over and grabbed some printer paper to take notes, hoping I had a pen or pencil. By now I've badly disrupted the class and pissed off the instructor so I'm trying to sit quietly but another student asks/explains to me that this class is about financing and is only for people who've bought a new Honda. At this point she tells the instructor I'm not supposed to be there and since the class is already stopped (again) I get up to leave instead of quietly suffering through the class. On the way out I ask if maybe everyone should take the class wo we can teach our subordinates when they decide they want to finance a Honda but this amuses everyone and my nemesis from the class tells me I'm stupid and I agree with him.

Me and my wife where hosts of some kind of TV celebrity show where a bunch of celebrities had to live at my old flat.

Outside the windows holograms of a floating tractor and a large giant barking dogs head outside.

The TV producers didn't think that my wife and I had enough chemistry so wanted someone I used to like to join us for the show.

The celebrities arrived and I didn't know any of them.

Again, I have been having great dreams. And forgetting them before I can type them out. But a remnant hangs from this morning. There was some disaster relief aspect where we were loading and moving flour. And trying to keep it from spilling or getting wet. This transitioned into snow, where there was a blizzard and people on the roads were trying to get to their destination (I should mention there was a shit-ton of flour in the earlier dream. Warehouses full.) I think I've got a valid route but someone points out a pickup is in the way and I have to stop and help push the pickup off the road and down the cliff so I have a chance of getting up the road without stalling or going off the cliff.

OK. A couple interesting ones last night that I actually remembered: First one was tied in with the UPS cargo plane crash. I'm flying somewhere and the plane has to make an emergency landing. We cut to an external shot and it is not a commercial jet, it's more the size of a private/corporate jet--and shaped like some kind of flying wing/saucer thing. Furthermore, big chunks of it are covered over with taped down sheets of plastic that are fluttering violently as we fly. Once we're on the ground someone (me?) says they'd better charter a bus to get us back to the airport so they can put us on a real plane. But then I correct that and say they should send a fleet of limousines to make up for trying to fly us on this thing.

Next dream is some kind of big old house. Oh, wait, there was another dream in there and there was some kind of disaster or emergency that had a school or something opened up for shelter--or something. The gist of it was that I had to come in at 4am and by 9am when normal people are just getting there and ready to start their day I'm exhausted, but I'm somehow supposed to keep functioning.

THEN we get to the big old house (it kind of transitioned from the other dream). It is open to artsy-crafty types to work on projects. There's a few people there who think they're better than everyone else and do things like get food from certain refrigerators that are better stocked than the main one and then get angry when I try to get something from the same refrigerator. I'm kind of helping run things at the house. Then at some point the lightbulb clicks on and I realize the people that are being dicks actualy OWN the house and they're letting people use it and eat food from the kitchen, so I apologize to them and everyone's happy.

Interesting one last night (this morning). (Recently I looked up my Aunt's house on Zillow and the interior had been completely remodeled and updated. You could tell it was her house, but it didn't look at all like her house.): So my Aunt and my Mom are still alive--but apparently the writing is on the wall for my Aunt and she's getting worried because it's been slow, selling her home. (It is probably not the most desirable home, from a mass market standpoint--one small bathroom off the kitchen and the master bedroom opens onto the kitchen too--as does the stairs down to the 2 car garage. Dining room butts up to the kitchen on one side of the stairs, living room butts up to the master bedroom on he other, stairs up to a loft area and...actually this might be the master bedroom area--exept for the bathroom being downstairs. Brick wood burning fireplace in the living room, patio doors to the deck--early 70s townhouse/condo.) Anyway, in the dream I'm starting to explain some of the challenges to finding a buyer for it when I realize it still looks like it did when she lived there and I ask her about the Zillow ad. She says the realtor decided to use AI to show what the interior *could* look like.

About this time my Mom realizes she's missing some important things and my Aunt says this has been happening to her too. So I pull out my wallet and sure enough most of the stuff in it is gone. So naturally we decide there's a ghost/evil spirit and start to search for it. Eventually various weird things start happening and we're making progress. I've started to levitate around the house as I home in on the source of the haunting. The lights go out and much of the upper part of the rooms is filled with a cobweb like substance. As I'm clearing it away I start to think I'm seeing various missing items stuck in the cobwebs. But as I get the lights turned on it all changes and the missing stuff and cobwebs are either harder to see or are dissolved. I think about this point the dream transitioned into something else but I can't remember what.

Dreamed I was having a meal with my mum on top of her flat, we kept throwing scraps over the sides for the birds, she had a clear red visor over her face and her eye was massive, I asked her about it and she said she didn't want to talk about it.

I mean, who would want to talk about that.

OK. The one I remember from last night, I think I was in some kind of class about ancient fishing or boating or something. We're in a sort of artificial harbor/cave--kind of like a zoo habitat, paired up in little wooden boats and we had to forge brass...either fishhooks or anchors--it isn't clear. We have to attach them to lines and I manage to drop mine in the water. I obviously don't have another, so I'm going to have to dive in and get it. Meanwhile someone else has also dropped theirs. Once I'm down there I see there's a bunch down there so I just scoop up as many as I can to figure out which one is mine. But at this point the location has turned into a sort of VFW/American Legion Club bar, with the water where the floor should be (don't ask me how that works, ask my subconscious) and when I get back I realize instead of the anchor/hooks we made, I've grabbed memorial crosses that had been dropped into the water for sailors with sea burials. I want to put them back but by now there's too many other people around to do it quietly, so at first someone tells me to just hide them somewhere that they'll never be found and no one will be the wiser. I reluctantly do that, but then there's an opportunity to put them back. When I get them out some other people find out about them and there's a brief discussion and I ask if anyone has a better idea and no one does, so I'm trying to figure out how to put them back (because for some reason just quietly dropping them over the side of one of the little boats from earlier in the dream isn't an option) but before that can happen the opportunity goes away and we're back to what to do with them when I wake up.

Just a snippet of a dream that was so weird and unique it had to be mentioned. I can't really remember anything else about the dream. It was like, some kind of big construction/project and I was training some new workers(?) and 2 of them were a pain in the butt. But 1 was particularly annoying. See we had some kind of chemical teleportation tool, where you poured out some liquid on a surface and then anything that touched it would be teleported...somewhere. Well this guy started using it like crazy for pranks. Like, we had a pizza party or something. I think it was a ploy to catch these 2 so we could get rid of them. So the guy shows up, grabs his slice of pizza, and before we can grab him, he touches a wall and disappears. Earlier, he'd painted some of the teleportation stuff on the wall and let it dry. Very annoying. But you've got to give him credit. It never occurred to me to use teleportation paint this way.

Last night was brought to you by "Fast n' Loud" and "American Restoration." The engine was bad on my previous car, a '97 Avenger (the engine *was* bad on my '97 Avenger). The mechanics looked it up and it was a common problem with the car and there was nothing they could do. I said something about too bad it wasn't rear wheel drive or we could just drop a crate 350 into it and call it good and everyone got a laugh. But then another Avenger came in so there was some brief talk about cannibalizing them into a working car, except the other car had the same engine problems. Then I was working at some kind of...shop. I was doing things like bringing a couple bicycles upstairs and I was really tired. Also, it was my last day and the boss said he was going to miss me (This was the "American Restoration" part). Then we were buying a new house and wanted to surprise my brother. We had to stop at a bar on the way so my Mom could use the bathroom. Then when she got out my brother needed to use the bathroom. Standing around in the hallway of a bar where the bathrooms are isn't very pleasant so I wandered back and found they had a big very nice pool hall attached at the back. That's about all I remember.

Last night's theme was... In the first dream, I was some kind of IT content manager and I was trying to make sure there weren't duplicate versions of forms, version control, that sort of thing. There was 1 form that 2 people used and one had "race" on it because they were in charge of casting people for acting parts and the other person didn't think there was any reason to have "race" on the form, which is fine, I asked if we could then have 2 versions of that form and the conversation just went nowhere.

This transitioned into a dream where I had family over for a holiday dinner and/or was running a BnB and was annoyed because people kept breaking things that I would have to fix and while I was getting things to fix the broken thing I'd find something else that was broken. Or something that they'd tried to "help" by fixing ineptly themselves. But my subconscious was quirkily observant, in that many of the things in my house were either a bit rickety or badly set up.

First, people were hanging out on the futon couch and I noticed some hardware (hinge, etc) had fallen off it. I was trying to put the part back without making anyone get off the couch but that was largely impossible. But then I forgot we'd be turning the couch into a dining table when the food was served and it would probably all fall apart then, so I was scurrying around, trying to get all the loose hardware tightened/reattached. Then someone was helping me make a bed, but they were trying to make it the way hotels make beds and I wanted it the way I make it. On top of that, while we were working, we found that the bolts had come out from one of the legs. But on top of that, one of my boxes of comic books was integrated into the design so I wanted to make sure the guy helping only attached the bracket by the bottom screwhole so he wouldn't put a hole in about 3" of comic books. While I was in the basement, rummaging for a screw that was about the right size, I realized someone had broken the low mounted lightbulb by the washer. Of course I didn't have any other bulbs, but meanwhile I saw they'd jury rigged some other sketchy wiring to try to get things working.

It's amazing, how fast these dreams leave your head after you wake up. But I've got a few snippets left of last night. Let's see if anything comes back as I type (or if more just slips away): Construction project. I think somewhat like Habitat for Humanity, where you have amateurs working alongside professionals. Some woman needs to shave something down (like sharpening a stake) and the knife she has isn't very sharp. I'm offering her my utility knife, but I'm having problems with getting a blade to stay in place. While we're working on this one of the construction workers is saying one of us is going to have to swing up onto the roof to complete whatever we're working on. I don't have time to figure this out so I don't really pay attention. But later I'm up on a roof, possibly monkeying with rain gutter installation. Meanwhile, a couple of the contractors need some document that everyone says I got that morning. I don't know what they're talking about and don't remember getting any document so eventually I just start taking everything out of my pockets and eventually find torn up pieces of some kind of carbonless label that had been stuck to something. It doesn't mean anything to me but they seem to know what it says so I keep digging around for pieces. As I'm doing this, I remember "getting" it. It was attached to some materials I'd picked up and they guy I was getting them from said to just take it. This is the same guy who was telling the bigwigs that I'd taken it. I considered throwing him under the bus but just kept my mouth shut.

I didn't remember anything else from that dream, but one thing of note is that guns increasingly work for me in dreams now. Historically they always jam or aren't loaded or are loaded with the wrong ammo or just fall apart or something, but lately they've been working. I forget all the details but in a recent dream I had to go into an ambush (although I had advance warning) and I managed to shoot quite a few of the bad guys before they got me, running through 3 clips with an M1911. In the end they got me because some unarmed guy was coming up behind me and I wanted to shoot him but since he wasn't armed and wasn't attacking it didn't seem right, but once he got close enough, he kicked me in the knee or something.

I was driving a three wheeled trike bike down a side street and I went over a bump and slid off the back, the bike carried on without me and entered the main road, my bike had called a massive pile up, people were looking to see where the bike had come from.

I tried to act notchulant.

I increasingly get to have sex in dreams now. Among other things, last night there was an ongoing dream where I kept surreptitiously banging this chick. I wish the actual content had some deeper meaning, but I think my brain was just trying to get to the banging part as quickly as possible.

First was, like, I was in a motel room with my brother but it was like the motel room adjoined an office or a dormitory or something. Then it transitioned to where the girl was like, some administrative or intelligence junior officer and finally it was kind of a barn or something and I think there was something that they were doing some kind of medieval set porno and she was upset that she couldn't be in it and I was like "hold on, I got this."

The man who I flirt with on occasion came back
and he was still the same man, except a little different, but he still also flirted with everyone else
but he still chased me
I was in my room and then he was there and then I closed the door so I could flirt with him up close
and there was someone on our balcony, they couldn't figure out how to get to their room-so we showed them the way
I think we kissed some and argued lots
then I remembered that I had a class presentation to give
Fuck. I hadn't done any of it-and I was going to tell the professor that my mom was sick and in the hospital, which was true
suddenly it was also my birthday and I don't know where the party was-even tho the flier was in my hand
I went to class almost 1/2 hour late, I was wearing a white dress and I had no shoes on, at least my toe nails were painted
then I found out the class was merged, so it was bigger than usual. I found a chair and hoped that I wouldn't be called on or
that I could do my presentation the next day because I had some really good ideas on the topic!

whisky said:

Me and my wife where hosts of some kind of TV celebrity show where a bunch of celebrities had to live at my old flat.

Outside the windows holograms of a floating tractor and a large giant barking dogs head outside.

The TV producers didn't think that my wife and I had enough chemistry so wanted someone I used to like to join us for the show.

The celebrities arrived and I didn't know any of them.

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Are you watching the game network?!

I don't know what that is, so no.