DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

[Volpone]

OK. Kinda busy these days but part of last night's dream cannot be skipped: I have to take a test. For some reason people taking the test are grouped at round coffee tables of a library/student lounge type space. There is one or more laptops to take the test on (it changes during the dream and the laptop never actually gets used). And before we can take the test we have to read this crossover comic book Wolverine is in. It's an iconic comic I've seen dozens of times but never actually done more than page through it. That said, somehow everyone else in the group finishes it quickly and is stuck waiting for me and not only have I not finished it, I periodically realize I've somehow skipped over a bunch of pages and need to figure out what I read last and read the rest. Everyone's getting cranky. I go to the bathroom and when I get back my comic is missing. Now everyone's really pissed and I wind up grabbing my oldest best friend by the throat over something he said to me. I stomp off to keep looking and a bunch of other people from high school are grouped around a big conference room table like you'd see at a gaming convention with boxes and boxes of comic books and one of the people who was OK but kind of a dick admits they swiped my comic book as a prank and give it back when I ask. But I'm suspicious so I go through the bundle of stuff they hand me. There's one comic book that isn't the one I need and a bunch of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle posters that are glued onto cardboard sheets and cut to make kind of "stand-ee's". I point out that the comic book isn't there and it turns out different groups got different comic books. Eventually I give up and decide we need to just wing this test so my friend (that I choked and is pissed at me) tells us to roll dice. Then he gets mad because I use one of my own dice instead of the ones he has. He starts picking dice out of the shoebox we're for some reason rolling them in along with a bunch of those rubbery eraser topper things. That's about where the dream ended.

 

[whisky]

I'm in hospital, I seem to be waiting for hours, a nurse finally comes to see me, but turns out she is talking to someone sat in front of me. I fall asleep in the dream and wake up in a car with an aunt and uncle long gone. Two young men are in the front seats who I don't know, they seem arrogant and a bit racist, the car doesn't have wheels but hovers, at the first traffic lights they increase the height so we are above the traffic.

They take a short cut through a church where black people are putting on a play they think it's hilarious flying over them while I sit in the back horrified.

We fly out and I guess it's winter now as I am on the bonnet somehow wearing a seat belt while they make me throw snowballs at people.

Later we drove near the river but the road collapsed, the car sank into the river with me still on the bonnet my head under the water, we passed other sunk cars.

We got back on dry land and I ran to the back of the car, despite not being in their before, my wife and son were in the car both drowned, I cursed our the car driver and his stupid flying car, then I gave them both the kiss of life and they were ok.

 

[Mirah]

That was your dream?! Fuckin A I would not like that at all. *This was directed to Volpone regarding the presidential dream*

I've been having dreams that are so real that I question the next day whether or not I actually talked to people or saw them.

 

[Mirah]

Well here is my once a year shooting dream that I must have. (Just kidding about the once a year part,I hope I never have this dream again)

I am pet sitting, minding my own business as I do and I hear the doorbell. I go to the door, it is a double door-there is a small mud room. I get to the outer door but I guess I can't tell who it is. For some reason even tho it seems like the doors and windows are glass?
Anyway I open up the door and I gasp! It is Santa Claus, only not jovial Santa. But also I think it is my friend Mark. But from a long time ago.

My first image of this Santa Claus character-I guess there is a beard, everything is as it seems it should be but then I begin to notice that it is a black shirt and brown beard and at first round, but then it slims down.
I don't invite this person in but the shove past me and ask if we can talk for a few minutes. I get immediate weird vibes from the person and say no and I lie and say I'm about to feed myself and the animals, apparently it is more than just a cat and dog, it may be chickens too.
The man goes outside.
And disappears. I see and hear children in the street and it is snowing-even tho it is Marh in my dream-or at least it def isn't Christmas in my dream

And then I see him
Through the glass
looking at me through a gun
and I scream at first in surprise
and then I scream out loud through the open door for help from the kids, when I notice it seemed no one heard or responded I try to reach for my phone in my pocket and go inside the house, only I leave the fucking doors open. Why
he has already fired one round at me
I think he has a scope
I am fucking terrified.

Oh yeah, when he was leaving the first time-and as he was going down the steps I asked him if he was Mark. That is telling me he had some sort of disguise on-Santa but not jovial and he just said, "Yeah" and he pointed to a scar on his face. Lower chin-
like did I cause that? What the fuck was it? And if he is "Mark" how do I actually know him and remember him?

And now-why has he come to kill me?

I try to make my way into the kitchen and I think I am going to head down some stairs at some point and I am still grabbing for my phone and I guess the dog I am watching is useless.

Why do I leave the doors open?

I struggle to get my phone out of my pocket and he can still see me through the windows, I am doomed

I wake up.

 

[Volpone]

A fairly routine version of the military reservist dream this morning. The high points are that, for some reason, I decided to wear the old pre-2001 camouflage uniform and I'm outside without a hat (which is a big faux pas in a military uniform). On 2 occasions I have very junior enlisted people disrespect me, forcing me to chew their asses out (one was clearly some kind of reservist because he was fat and old and had a rank a 20 year old kid would have). When I go back for a hat I decide it would be simpler if I just wore the current uniform but I can't find any pants. I realize I must've wore holes in the knees, etc. I'm thinking about if I can just pick up new uniforms at the store and realize my name won't be embroidered on them but I also realize I've got the tops and the name on the pants is over a seat pocket so it will be covered by the top. I'm just about to go see if they have my size in stock when I wake up.