DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

[Volpone]

Strange one last night. Started out as some sort of "people are hunting for me" dream, where I'm hiding out in catwalks and basements and unused warehouses while people are trying to find me. I had to move from room to room to keep from getting found. Then I...somehow teamed up with Deadpool? And we get some sort of Law & Order/NCIS conference room where they're coordinating the hunt and they've somehow decided that (with his mask off) Deadpool looks a little like Santa. (At some point my consciousness intervened to point out that Deadpool doesn't have a beard, let alone a white beard and my subconscious told me to shut up.) About this point, they started getting reports of a Santa-like character, causing mayhem in New York. The rest of the dream was me and Santa Deadpool, flying around the country in some open cockpit airplane that had enough gas to fly anywhere. I asked him how we wound up in New York and he said something about teleports while my subconscious told me to shut up.

 

[Mirah]

The next time I have this dream I am going to manifest a gun

I told myself I would remember this dream based on that comment.
I remember running from someone
And finding myself in a house with several rooms that I was running around in, but the rooms were pretty open.

 

[Volpone]

Largely inconsequential, but odd enough to be worth mentioning: I take a nap after lunch. I mute my phone. If the battery is low I'll plug it into the laptop. Sometimes I forget.

Sometimes--whether it is a glitch in the system or a blocked call--the phone will make kind of a half-ring, followed by 2 short vibrates, denoting a new voicemail. This happened recently while I was taking my afternoon nap. But apparently I dreamed it, because the phone was clearly not in my pocket and when I got up, sure enough, it was muted and sitting on the desk next to my computer, charging. So I must've dreamed it.

 

[whisky]

I was playing a board game with a few other people, at first I thought it was monopoly, but the way we moved around the board it was more like snakes and ladders.

I threw two dice, and somehow scored 36, but then this old guy said it was his turn, moved his character 36 spaces and took the dice, somehow it still wasn't my go, the next person took two regular dice, then move their peice, then it was my go, and I had to open a new packet of dice, they were all weird, I found a pair with high numbers like the original but when I threw them, the sides turned around to reveal smaller numbers, then the guy who went first just moved his peice without even throwing any dice.

I woke up angry at the stupid unfair game.

 

[CaptainWacky]

Erotic dream about BBC presenter Anita Rani.

 

[Volpone]

2 from last night that I remember anything from:

The first one, during the night, I was part of a group that was deer hunting. They were doing all kinds of elaborate set-up and someone mentioned that the only training they'd had time for was when they saw a deer. Just as he said that I realized there was a deer behind a bush right in front of us but the deer realized we were there at the same time. Here's where it gets strange: Up to this point it was a normal deer. But once it decided to run off it was chased by a "bobcat." At this point both the deer and the bobcat became like, a combination of bad taxidermy that someone was basically using as puppets and a man in a very cheap/bad animal suit. But the whole time they were running around in front of us no one managed to get out a gun and shoot the "deer."

Then in the morning it was a variation on the military training/communal living dream. I was in a shitty decrepit Boy Scout camp. I don't think there were any boys, just adults and we were trying to fix things up while I was going into a rambling screed about how the Boy Scouts had really gone downhill from when I was in it.

 

[Volpone]

In the mid 1990s, at the peak of the paintball fad, I owned a 1975 schoolbus that ran on liquid propane and I'd painted camouflage and turned into a mobile paintball business. This morning I dreamed I was at some kind of campout/festival/hippie thing and I'd decided to bring it. It was a hit because in the dream it was more outfitted as a camper (and at some point it looked more like a WWII cargo truck or something), but when people found out it ran on LP they were amused/worried for me that I'd run out of gas and not find anyplace to get more.