DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

[Volpone]

Odd dreams last night. Just before the 4am bathroom break I was in like, the Matrix or an immersive videogame or something. I was in a team that had to infiltrate a house and find something while another team was also trying to. It may have been my house. Thing is, it starts with us skyscraper high. Were we on an actual skyscraper? I can't remember, but when it was time to go we all just jumped and dropped and next thing you know we're all on the top floor of the house. The people I was with (I think they were a couple) headed into one bedroom and I headed into the other bedroom, where I knew there were some guns. The other team got the drop on my partners so I quietly picked up a .45 and waited for one of them to come into the other bedroom. They did before I was quite ready with the gun. I hadn't got the hammer back and they were close enough to get their hand on the gun but I managed to fire it. Of course it didn't fire so I cocked it again and pulled the trigger again to no effect. At this point the guy is getting cocky and backs off to stand there and smirk while I rack the slide generally fail to get the gun to work. But there's also a .357 there so I snatch that up and point out that it will likely work, at which point the guy sees I have a point--and I wake up.

Next dream has, like hit men and dirty cops and such at a nightclub. In this dream I decide "fuck it, I'm just going to come in shooting becuase I'm so outnumbered." I jump down from a sort of catwalk for lights, onto the bar and shoot a few people. There is return fire and reloads and even though the shots are with a pistol at pretty respectable distances at moving targets while I'm moving too, I'm hitting pretty much everyone I shoot at. Guns almost never work for me in dreams so it is wild that they'd work so well in a dream. At some point an FBI guy who apparently hasn't seen me bear hugs me from behind and it becomes clear that he thinks I'm an innocent bystander that needs to be evacuated. So I play it cool and hope this happens before anyone figures out who I am. Finally we get the all clear and a bunch of people get hustled to a waiting SUV but I manage to break away and try to act like I'm running into the woods because I'm hysterical with fear and not because I'm the guy they're after.

 

[Mirah]

Pigs
Wind storm
I hope I remember this later

 

[Volpone]

Started to think I wasn't going to have any (at least that I remembered) last night and then on got in just under the wire. And it is a recurring one, now that I think about it (or at least a recurring theme), but somehow it feels real enough that I had to think about it and go "no, that's a dream and I've had variations on it before."

I decide I'm going to do something with my motorcycle only the front end is all messed up. The forks twist on themselves every time I try to turn it. And there's just, like makeshift wheelbarrow or dolly wheels cobbled to the bottom of the forks and that's when I remember the front wheel got all bent to hell. So I go looking for it and can't find it and remember the old front wheel that got bent to hell too is in slightly better shape and should be laying around my Mom's garage (I think because I heard her talking about taking a photo of it). So I tell her I need it and she gives me some random fragment of metal like it's off a brake master cylinder or shock or something. I tell her no, I need the whole actual wheel and ask if she has it or not and she reminds me that when I took it off I took it back to Alaska with me to bury it on the tundra--because too many people are throwing away motorcycle wheels in Wisconsin and it's getting to be a nuisance so I'd taken it back to the place in Alaska where I was staying at the time (IRL I was living in Hawaii when I got the motorcycle.) But she had some kind of drone/telescope remote camera that she'd used to take the picture she had been talking about so she'd see if she could find it but all we saw was snow and a moose (and maybe a little pile of snow).

Then I woke up and thought "man, it sucks that the bike is screwed up because I'm never going to find a replacement wheel for it." That's when I realized there was nothing wrong with the wheel on the bike and furthermore all the other times it had catastrophically broken down on me while I was trying to get it somewhere had also not happened.

 

[Volpone]

Fuck. Last night was textbook insomnia dreams. I've been sleeping better lately and getting back on schedule. Last night I woke up at around 3 for a bathroom break and COULD NOT. GET BACK. TO SLEEP. Definitely awake for at least an hour. Usually sleep on my side, changing sides throughout the night but I nap on my back so in desperation I tried sleeping on my back and it was easier to relax and start to drift off, but every time I'd almost get to sleep I'd roll onto my side and immediately wake back up again. I finally figured out how to relax on my side and got back to sleep. BUT! I dreamed I couldn't get to sleep. The only way I knew I'd gotten to sleep was when I'd wake up enough to realize the things that had just happened had to have been a dream.

So I'm laying there, just about to finally start to get to sleep when my roommate comes buy, showing this sketchy looking guy with a dime-sized crescent moon tattooed on his cheek where we keep the ironing board and telling him he has to do the ironing in the kitchen and try not to disturb me. I ask him and yes, They stuck us with a bunch of new roommates--and they all have odd hours they work so good luck getting any sleep going forward. Since I couldn't sleep I got up to survey the situation. Don't remember much about that, just that I got lost at that point. The floor plan changed and I couldn't find my bed back (which was basically now a twin mattress on the floor in a hallway).

Later on there were a couple cute girls hanging out and things were getting flirty. I made some double entendre or something and they both unabashedly (and approvingly) eyed up my crotch bulge. I was thinking about just getting it out but somehow that seemed tacky. Then I woke up enough to realize what happened and regret not doing it. So in the next dream, when I wound up with a bit of a Demi Moore/Jennifer Connelly lazing on a bed and acting flirty I started to strip down. Of course since my brain cockblocks me, I never fully managed to get my clothes off. Everything was tight and clinging and impossible to peel away. It was taking forever.

By this point I'd realized I'd finally really gotten back to sleep and really threw myself into catching up on some sleep. After making some progress to get back on a reasonable sleep schedule I was right back to sleeping until 9am today. Had more little dreams between the snooze alarms but don't really remember them.

 

[Volpone]

Well, last night I was exhausted, went to bed (relatively) early, and fell asleep right away. Did wake up for my bathroom break but got to sleep fairly quickly. Dog wanted to go Out at what turned out to be 6:37am so I contemplated just getting up but decided to sleep--and again wound up snoozing until 8:43. Some more common themes and some just wiggy stuff that I can only guess where they came from:

One dream, some swingin' bachelor friends were having a party at their swanky house/apartment. But I was tired so I laid down on a bed to take a nap. So did a cute girl but apart from me taking my shirt off because I was hot, nothing happened. When I woke up the party was winding down a bit and since all I did was sleep I should probably go home, so I was trying to find my shirt and my coat. Found the shirt, which had a necktie I hadn't remembered wearing but no one had seen my coat. On the way to the party I'd gone through a park where people ride their horses and when I got out of bed I was embarrassed to see big footprints of sludgy green mulch and horse manure tracked across their white carpet. They were already starting to clean it up. I was going to help but first I wanted to see if my coat was in the kitchen. Not only was it, but so was an old late '80s/early'90s black oilskin Australian drover coat that I'd thought I'd gotten rid of because it was so totally out of style. By the time I'd collected my coats they'd pretty much cleaned up the carpet and were doing something with baking soda and a blacklight or something to see if they'd got everything. Meanwhile a couple (adult) girls had showed up with a big dollhouse that they were setting up. The guys shushed them while they were checking their cleaning before turning to them to see whatever the girls were doing with the dollhouse. From the way they were looking at them I thought it might be worth staying for but decided to leave because I didn't want to ruin the party any more than I had already.

Then me and at least one other person were being chased by the police. Were we crooks? Mistaken identity? Dirty cops? Who knows. We'd slipped the cars but a helicopter found us so we had to get under cover. First we painted the car with house paint to try to throw off the helicopter and then we changed cars. The guy who owned the car was in the trunk so once we got to a safe garage to hide out in we let him out and tried to calm him down. But pretty soon cops drove forklifts through the walls, gloating that they had some other way of tracking us. I think we got captured. At any rate, pretty soon we're out in the country, on the side of a road next to a big valley. A few of us need to talk privately so we step off the road--and just keep walking. Pretty soon a bunch of other people who are now there also start walking down the hill in various directions and the handful of plainclothes cops that are there are freaking out and we all get away as they completely lose control of the situation.

Then I'm in a red rocks/Roadrunner Coyote sort of desert area that has had alien abduction activity, planning to do some camping. Another vehicle pulls up and some guy gets out to camp or something. I go over to check him out because he looks fishy and he's got a kind of mask and sunglasses on because he's a really bad "X-Files" costume of a Grey alien--only he's also a vampire. So I'm just going "hey, no problem, I didn't see anything, I was just leaving" and trying to get away but there's like a half dozen disguised vampire aliens around at this point. I somehow escape to someone who has experience dealing with vampire aliens and wake up just as the aliens have tracked me down.