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DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!
- Thread starter Lilac
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Volpone
Zombie Hunter
Oh! Shit. Had a fairly involved and entertaining dream this morning. It was the standard military school dream I seem to be having lately.
In this version, they had a class for people with "broken time," where you got out and decided you wanted to come back. I guess it was a refresher and an update on any new technology/doctrine. We were graduating. I heard some of the instructors discussing me and saying something to the effect that ordinarily they'd assign a woman to the job they picked me for and I butted in, at first saying I didn't want any favoritism (I think I was assuming it was because I was old and weak or my personality wasn't suited to other jobs) but then apologizing and saying that wasn't my decision and I would serve in whatever capacity they thought was right for me.
With that I started looking for classmates. One was played by a girl I had a small crush on late in high school but nothing ever happened with. So a handful of us were out, walking around a big Mall of America sized mall with bars and such, looking for the rest of the group and someone mentioned that we hadn't actually been released and maybe we should get back in case there was some kind of formal ceremony we hadn't heard about--or everyone else was back at the school. Oh and meanwhile I'm bemoaning having to get my uniforms out again and go live wherever I'm assigned for however many years we were on the hook for by getting into the class.
Then I realized there was this one spot in town where there were, like, 3 bar/nightclubs right next to each other--kind of at the top of these stairs--and figuring everyone would probably be there (this was a kind of San Diego/Hawaii setting at this point--tiki/college vibes). I think that was about it. It was a fairly enjoyable dream for me and kind of wondering if I could get back in it tonight is what reminded me about it. I probably won't get back into it for the same reason I woke up from it in the first place--I was out of things to do in the dream.
In this version, they had a class for people with "broken time," where you got out and decided you wanted to come back. I guess it was a refresher and an update on any new technology/doctrine. We were graduating. I heard some of the instructors discussing me and saying something to the effect that ordinarily they'd assign a woman to the job they picked me for and I butted in, at first saying I didn't want any favoritism (I think I was assuming it was because I was old and weak or my personality wasn't suited to other jobs) but then apologizing and saying that wasn't my decision and I would serve in whatever capacity they thought was right for me.
With that I started looking for classmates. One was played by a girl I had a small crush on late in high school but nothing ever happened with. So a handful of us were out, walking around a big Mall of America sized mall with bars and such, looking for the rest of the group and someone mentioned that we hadn't actually been released and maybe we should get back in case there was some kind of formal ceremony we hadn't heard about--or everyone else was back at the school. Oh and meanwhile I'm bemoaning having to get my uniforms out again and go live wherever I'm assigned for however many years we were on the hook for by getting into the class.
Then I realized there was this one spot in town where there were, like, 3 bar/nightclubs right next to each other--kind of at the top of these stairs--and figuring everyone would probably be there (this was a kind of San Diego/Hawaii setting at this point--tiki/college vibes). I think that was about it. It was a fairly enjoyable dream for me and kind of wondering if I could get back in it tonight is what reminded me about it. I probably won't get back into it for the same reason I woke up from it in the first place--I was out of things to do in the dream.
Mirah
I love you
So I'm in the store and its Halloween, why am I always in a store? And there is this guy dressed up like the 3 pigs stories all in one somehow so I pretend to be the big bad wolf and blow him down like I"m flirting with him. But I"m with my sister, she asks, "Who is that?" I say I can't remember his name but he is some local.
But then another guy who is dressed as wizard of oz is there and he is trying to flirt with me but I run away from him and he says, "Come here!" aggressively and I say, "Howz that working for ya" and he leaves, but if my sister wasnt' there I might have "came there"
Wizard of Oz was probably on my mind because we were supposed to have tornado like winds last night in this state-and we might have as there were reports of high winds and roofs blowing off.
Im going to be so tired today, this sucks.
Another dream was I was in a room trying to sleep or watch a show, I"m not sure which and my uncle was trying to do a repair and then my neighbor came in to watch a video of "good Christian morals" that she was editing but had to say everything outloud to make sure I was listening and then I walked outside (this was actually before the store dream) I walked outside and I was on a college campus as I often am-and I don't remember what was happening except I was walking down some stairs and not handing in my work like usual in my dreams.
Great stuff, yeah.
But then another guy who is dressed as wizard of oz is there and he is trying to flirt with me but I run away from him and he says, "Come here!" aggressively and I say, "Howz that working for ya" and he leaves, but if my sister wasnt' there I might have "came there"
Wizard of Oz was probably on my mind because we were supposed to have tornado like winds last night in this state-and we might have as there were reports of high winds and roofs blowing off.
Im going to be so tired today, this sucks.
Another dream was I was in a room trying to sleep or watch a show, I"m not sure which and my uncle was trying to do a repair and then my neighbor came in to watch a video of "good Christian morals" that she was editing but had to say everything outloud to make sure I was listening and then I walked outside (this was actually before the store dream) I walked outside and I was on a college campus as I often am-and I don't remember what was happening except I was walking down some stairs and not handing in my work like usual in my dreams.
Great stuff, yeah.
Volpone
Zombie Hunter
Very involved dream this morning, with numerous transitions. Some recurring themes. I'll try to remember as much as I can.
Get in from a trip, but not to my house, to a friend's house (in Portland). I need clothes (am I naked? Improperly dressed? Just dirty? Don't remember) and my friend reminds me that I've got some spare clothes in an old dresser there and I apologize for being a ditz and forgetting this. I'm also really tired and taking a nap, but there's a party. One of the people at the party lives near my house so I want to arrange a ride home--and wake up before she leaves--because I need to get back to my dog and cat. (Is it my old dog and cat, from Oregon, or my current dog and cat? Who knows?) This is settled but I keep falling asleep and worrying I'll miss my ride. Oh, and there's a scrawny black kitten there that I'm playing with. (This is probably because of a GIF from ICanHasCheezburger that I watched before bed.) Then I realize everyone's gone and I worry I've missed my ride. I also worry because I can't remember how to get to my house (this is likely in part because the friend in the dream actually lives in the opposite direction from my Oregon house and I was conflating my Oregon house with my Kentucky house which, obviously, it's going to be pretty hard to remember how to get to from a house in Portland).
I go out the back door (it's night) and realize I'm OK, they're busy taking stuff to the car. Then I see a dog running around on the street so I take out my dog whistle (thinking it is my dog) and the dog runs right over but isn't my dog (and at this point I'm definitely dreaming about my current dog). I talk with the woman who owns the dog and tell her about the whistle and how my old dog had no interest in it but my current dog comes for it. Then I start trying to remember how to get to my house and wake up enough to realize I'm thinking about 2 different houses--at which point I wake up enough to realize that I'm in bed in my house and my cat and dog are somewhere nearby.
Get in from a trip, but not to my house, to a friend's house (in Portland). I need clothes (am I naked? Improperly dressed? Just dirty? Don't remember) and my friend reminds me that I've got some spare clothes in an old dresser there and I apologize for being a ditz and forgetting this. I'm also really tired and taking a nap, but there's a party. One of the people at the party lives near my house so I want to arrange a ride home--and wake up before she leaves--because I need to get back to my dog and cat. (Is it my old dog and cat, from Oregon, or my current dog and cat? Who knows?) This is settled but I keep falling asleep and worrying I'll miss my ride. Oh, and there's a scrawny black kitten there that I'm playing with. (This is probably because of a GIF from ICanHasCheezburger that I watched before bed.) Then I realize everyone's gone and I worry I've missed my ride. I also worry because I can't remember how to get to my house (this is likely in part because the friend in the dream actually lives in the opposite direction from my Oregon house and I was conflating my Oregon house with my Kentucky house which, obviously, it's going to be pretty hard to remember how to get to from a house in Portland).
I go out the back door (it's night) and realize I'm OK, they're busy taking stuff to the car. Then I see a dog running around on the street so I take out my dog whistle (thinking it is my dog) and the dog runs right over but isn't my dog (and at this point I'm definitely dreaming about my current dog). I talk with the woman who owns the dog and tell her about the whistle and how my old dog had no interest in it but my current dog comes for it. Then I start trying to remember how to get to my house and wake up enough to realize I'm thinking about 2 different houses--at which point I wake up enough to realize that I'm in bed in my house and my cat and dog are somewhere nearby.
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
I hope it was a big delivery.
Volpone
Zombie Hunter
OK. Let's see.
Going to...brunch? with some friends. We're going to take my car, which is my old '97 Avenger, except it has a red leather interior and is incredibly cramped for some reason (it's a dream is the reason). After lunch we're all going to this...hotel? for...job interviews? We get to the parking lot and just the interior of the car is there, which is fine because I decide it will be easier to get in the seats and then get the seats in the car, but one of my friends suspects the car was stolen and rather than look for it, I just drive the interior, which is a bit slower but gets us there. Only other thing I remember is that I'm wearing basically what I was wearing that day--maroon polo and jeans--only for some reason I have white loafers and there's a big ornate stairway, only it's more of a ramp than steps, so I pass everyone up by sliding down it and hoping I don't look too childish and ruin my job interview chances.
Going to...brunch? with some friends. We're going to take my car, which is my old '97 Avenger, except it has a red leather interior and is incredibly cramped for some reason (it's a dream is the reason). After lunch we're all going to this...hotel? for...job interviews? We get to the parking lot and just the interior of the car is there, which is fine because I decide it will be easier to get in the seats and then get the seats in the car, but one of my friends suspects the car was stolen and rather than look for it, I just drive the interior, which is a bit slower but gets us there. Only other thing I remember is that I'm wearing basically what I was wearing that day--maroon polo and jeans--only for some reason I have white loafers and there's a big ornate stairway, only it's more of a ramp than steps, so I pass everyone up by sliding down it and hoping I don't look too childish and ruin my job interview chances.
Volpone
Zombie Hunter
OK. No time to post this but... The family reunion, put up in a hotel variation of a common theme.
At one point my favorite aunt was telling a story and it wasn't truly a lucid dream because it didn't seem like I was aware I was dreaming but nonetheless the fact that the story clearly didn't make any sense reinforced that she was dead and I was just imagining her.
Later I went to bed in this huge room with multiple beds. I was going to have to share a bed with another guy but I went to get something and came back just in time to see my dad taking my spot. After some work I managed to get my pillow away from him and looked around for another bed with space but there wasn't any. I wasn't willing to sleep on the floor so I headed out to try to find another room that we'd rented. Of course I got lost and wandered into an open air restaurant. Thought about asking a waiter but decided that was stupid (at this point the dream was quite lucid) but the waiter wound up seeing me and volunteering that he'd seen someone pushing a hide-a-bed to "the fathers' room". So I started backtracking but now there was a sort of science museum/mall foyer right about where I thought the room should be (on around the 4th floor). I wound up going down a floor and realized that I was in a bunch of connected buildings and for some reason the next building had its 4th floor lower--and looked more like the hotel building. But the door led me out onto a sort of terrace park on a roof of the building. I was making my way in the direction of where I thought my room was and stepped on a concrete ledge/pediment that was loose and wobbled. I made a wry comment to someone chilling nearby, warning her about it and she looked at me like I had 3 heads so I kept going and woke up soon after.
At one point my favorite aunt was telling a story and it wasn't truly a lucid dream because it didn't seem like I was aware I was dreaming but nonetheless the fact that the story clearly didn't make any sense reinforced that she was dead and I was just imagining her.
Later I went to bed in this huge room with multiple beds. I was going to have to share a bed with another guy but I went to get something and came back just in time to see my dad taking my spot. After some work I managed to get my pillow away from him and looked around for another bed with space but there wasn't any. I wasn't willing to sleep on the floor so I headed out to try to find another room that we'd rented. Of course I got lost and wandered into an open air restaurant. Thought about asking a waiter but decided that was stupid (at this point the dream was quite lucid) but the waiter wound up seeing me and volunteering that he'd seen someone pushing a hide-a-bed to "the fathers' room". So I started backtracking but now there was a sort of science museum/mall foyer right about where I thought the room should be (on around the 4th floor). I wound up going down a floor and realized that I was in a bunch of connected buildings and for some reason the next building had its 4th floor lower--and looked more like the hotel building. But the door led me out onto a sort of terrace park on a roof of the building. I was making my way in the direction of where I thought my room was and stepped on a concrete ledge/pediment that was loose and wobbled. I made a wry comment to someone chilling nearby, warning her about it and she looked at me like I had 3 heads so I kept going and woke up soon after.
Volpone
Zombie Hunter
Fairly coherent, extended, and entertaining semi-lucid dream this morning. Fairly common themes.
There's some social club that I'm desperate to be a part of. After much effort and cajoling, I get to come along on one of their functions. At that point I realize being a part of a group means hanging out with a bunch of people far from home--and that I'd really rather be at home with my pets. But I'm stuck for now, since I don't have my car, I'm with them. Then they have this "fun" thing where people jump into a cold pool and see how long they can stay underwater. I think it's stupid and want no part of it but I manage to get wet at some point so I decide I might as well just do it. Nudity is apparently not allowed so I'm stuck wearing pants but I'm trying to take off shirt, shoes, socks, empty pockets before going in. But by the time I'm ready, a bunch of Army guys are doing some kind of survival training that is taking up the whole pool. Every time I think I've found a place I can jump in, the Army guys are there. At this point I'm asking if there's even any time anymore and someone says if I do, we'll miss whatever the next thing on the agenda is but I decide to go in anyway.
There's some social club that I'm desperate to be a part of. After much effort and cajoling, I get to come along on one of their functions. At that point I realize being a part of a group means hanging out with a bunch of people far from home--and that I'd really rather be at home with my pets. But I'm stuck for now, since I don't have my car, I'm with them. Then they have this "fun" thing where people jump into a cold pool and see how long they can stay underwater. I think it's stupid and want no part of it but I manage to get wet at some point so I decide I might as well just do it. Nudity is apparently not allowed so I'm stuck wearing pants but I'm trying to take off shirt, shoes, socks, empty pockets before going in. But by the time I'm ready, a bunch of Army guys are doing some kind of survival training that is taking up the whole pool. Every time I think I've found a place I can jump in, the Army guys are there. At this point I'm asking if there's even any time anymore and someone says if I do, we'll miss whatever the next thing on the agenda is but I decide to go in anyway.
Volpone
Zombie Hunter
OK. Busy morning. Let's see how much of this I can remember.
First, I stopped off at a friend's house to have a nap on their couch. Only there were strangers there. Did my friends move? I don't know but the strangers seemed OK with me sleeping in their living room. 11-ish year old girl in a Superman cape was interacting with her mother, apparently oblivious to me. Later on the new Superman movie came on (It specifically WASN'T "Supergirl," it was some kind of expanded universe movie Superman was in) and I debated telling the girl about it.
Then I got a dream that was kind of "How It's Made" and "Dirty Jobs" combined, where I was helping the host do a visit to some business. When that episode ended the host revealed he was retiring and I'd host the show. For my first show I was at some kind of apple canning factory or something. And during the first segment some management guy came and said we couldn't shoot, but after he left the guy I'd been talking to (who was apparently the owner's son) said it was OK and we'd just go ahead. For some reason, instead of a conveyor belt or something, workers would have to walk down into an area and bring out jars of product. While it was my turn to go get jars the dickhead manager came back so me and my assistant, who was an older black man who had the same name as my brother, had to escape. My assistant somehow knew a route and I think we maybe wound up trekking through mountains before my brain finally ran out of things to do with this dream.
Later I was back with the people where I'd been couchsurfing and literally bumped into the girl again--only it was her older sister or something, who was still young enough to be creepy for someone my age but maybe old enough not to be illegal--who seemed happy to run into me. Of course I woke up before anything interesting could happen.
First, I stopped off at a friend's house to have a nap on their couch. Only there were strangers there. Did my friends move? I don't know but the strangers seemed OK with me sleeping in their living room. 11-ish year old girl in a Superman cape was interacting with her mother, apparently oblivious to me. Later on the new Superman movie came on (It specifically WASN'T "Supergirl," it was some kind of expanded universe movie Superman was in) and I debated telling the girl about it.
Then I got a dream that was kind of "How It's Made" and "Dirty Jobs" combined, where I was helping the host do a visit to some business. When that episode ended the host revealed he was retiring and I'd host the show. For my first show I was at some kind of apple canning factory or something. And during the first segment some management guy came and said we couldn't shoot, but after he left the guy I'd been talking to (who was apparently the owner's son) said it was OK and we'd just go ahead. For some reason, instead of a conveyor belt or something, workers would have to walk down into an area and bring out jars of product. While it was my turn to go get jars the dickhead manager came back so me and my assistant, who was an older black man who had the same name as my brother, had to escape. My assistant somehow knew a route and I think we maybe wound up trekking through mountains before my brain finally ran out of things to do with this dream.
Later I was back with the people where I'd been couchsurfing and literally bumped into the girl again--only it was her older sister or something, who was still young enough to be creepy for someone my age but maybe old enough not to be illegal--who seemed happy to run into me. Of course I woke up before anything interesting could happen.
Volpone
Zombie Hunter
In Nevada, stopping at some no-name place. Had some coins (tokens?) in my pocket so I decided to play a slot machine. Won $400. I'm trying to scoop up the money as it pours out, but my brother and a friend "help" me and also get some of it. Then they want to go somewhere to figure out how much we got and I'm like "Nope." I already know how much money I was supposed to get so when I count how much I got I'll know how much they managed to grab and I also know there's no way they want to give it back. If they did, we wouldn't need to go somewhere and count it. They could just go "here you go."
Volpone
Zombie Hunter
OK. Let's see how much of this morning I can remember--and how much of it makes sense to a conscious person. Around 5am.
Started out as the relatively familiar school dream. I'm in some kind of school and have to get somewhere--only there really aren't any corridors in this school so I keep walking into classrooms while lessons are going on and trying not to be a disruption. A lot of language classes (I wonder if that was my brain's way to have someone teaching but not have to generate dialog). I'd go through a door and be in someone's class, mutter an apology and shuffle to the next door--that would open into another class in session.
Then suddenly, I'm on a boat. Actually there's 2 boats (or maybe 2 boaters). One captain wants to try the other boat but its captain makes some excuse about the motor. (They're both sailing ships, with backup motors.) One of the captains mentions how he's gotten into sailing and for a moment there's a multi-mast square rigged ship. Then we're on a much smaller ship, maybe 30-50' with 2 masts. I'm up in the rigging of the back mast, mostly just watching things. It's a historical replica of some early trade ship and now I'm back in a school dream, learning history while sailing. I ask the skipper some question and he starts to explain. At the time it made sense but was long and convoluted, and I suspect it was just my subconscious, making something up.
Started out as the relatively familiar school dream. I'm in some kind of school and have to get somewhere--only there really aren't any corridors in this school so I keep walking into classrooms while lessons are going on and trying not to be a disruption. A lot of language classes (I wonder if that was my brain's way to have someone teaching but not have to generate dialog). I'd go through a door and be in someone's class, mutter an apology and shuffle to the next door--that would open into another class in session.
Then suddenly, I'm on a boat. Actually there's 2 boats (or maybe 2 boaters). One captain wants to try the other boat but its captain makes some excuse about the motor. (They're both sailing ships, with backup motors.) One of the captains mentions how he's gotten into sailing and for a moment there's a multi-mast square rigged ship. Then we're on a much smaller ship, maybe 30-50' with 2 masts. I'm up in the rigging of the back mast, mostly just watching things. It's a historical replica of some early trade ship and now I'm back in a school dream, learning history while sailing. I ask the skipper some question and he starts to explain. At the time it made sense but was long and convoluted, and I suspect it was just my subconscious, making something up.
whisky
Boobie inspector
I was in a helicopter, I think I was training to be a fireman, which somehow in dream world meant jumping into the sea from a helicopter, as I got outside we were too close to a cliff so I waited until it moved away from that until I jumped.
My chute didn't fully inflate until I was almost in the sea, but it did the job, I swam to were the other recruits were who seemed to be gathered around a half submerged greek ruin, then the chief arrives walking on water on some kind of floating shoe/bike combo.
My chute didn't fully inflate until I was almost in the sea, but it did the job, I swam to were the other recruits were who seemed to be gathered around a half submerged greek ruin, then the chief arrives walking on water on some kind of floating shoe/bike combo.
Volpone
Zombie Hunter
In an interesting (as far as never happened before) turn, this morning's dreams had a waiting room. Like, I was in a waiting room, picking out some old magazines that looked interesting to flip through but I had to go before I even got very far into the first one, so after whatever I dreamed next, I came back to the waiting room to look at the magazines I'd picked out.
Volpone
Zombie Hunter
The school/shared housing theme has become my prevalent dream:
Taking a course, but somehow...OK, first off, last night was one of those not being able to fall asleep after the 4am bathroom break and then eventually dreaming you're not be able to fall asleep nights. So I'm taking a course, but for some reason it is being taught at my house. (And my house is wildly mutable in this dream but we'll go into that more later.) At first it starts in my bedroom for some reason. But the class is actually going down in the living room. Actually we'll talk about it now. First off, every house I've owned doesn't *have* an upstairs. Hell, only this place has a basement--rest were all crawlspaces (with one slab). And the bedroom was like a huge suite. So I get downstairs and someone's sitting in my spot. I'm irked, but I tell myself they were there first and for today's purposes it's not my house, it's the school's classroom, but it still miffs me. While I'm dealing with this the living room has become more like a picnic area, with circular turf...hillocks? tuffets? for people to sit on with firepits in the centers. Then I head back up to my bedroom to cope and be introverted (I may have had an extended conversation with someone in the dream about how you can be an introvert and function and act social) and there's a couple people on this...lounger? chaise lounge?...next to the giant bed and they're apparently fooling around. My first impulse is to be polite they're rude to me so I put my foot down and tell them to get the hell out. The girl on top goes "I suppose this is *your* house?" And I go "As a matter of fact it is, now get out." So she sulks off snarkily and one of them says something to the effect of "you think you're better than us just because you own a house" and I reply "I own LOTS of houses, now get the hell out!" The girl on the bottom still hasn't moved so I whip out my belt but apparently belts follow the same rules in dreams as guns and punches and it is completely ineffectual but eventually she scurries off too.
That's about the...oh, to use the bathroom...that's why I went up to the bedroom. To use the bathroom. There's a bathroom downstairs but I wanted to use the one off the bedroom. And the lesbians barked at me that the room was occupied and I couldn't go use the bathroom. But anyway, after that I realized I had fallen asleep and was dreaming--and promptly woke up. After that it was just really disjointed snippets of dreams that I can't remember didn't have any coherent narrative.
Taking a course, but somehow...OK, first off, last night was one of those not being able to fall asleep after the 4am bathroom break and then eventually dreaming you're not be able to fall asleep nights. So I'm taking a course, but for some reason it is being taught at my house. (And my house is wildly mutable in this dream but we'll go into that more later.) At first it starts in my bedroom for some reason. But the class is actually going down in the living room. Actually we'll talk about it now. First off, every house I've owned doesn't *have* an upstairs. Hell, only this place has a basement--rest were all crawlspaces (with one slab). And the bedroom was like a huge suite. So I get downstairs and someone's sitting in my spot. I'm irked, but I tell myself they were there first and for today's purposes it's not my house, it's the school's classroom, but it still miffs me. While I'm dealing with this the living room has become more like a picnic area, with circular turf...hillocks? tuffets? for people to sit on with firepits in the centers. Then I head back up to my bedroom to cope and be introverted (I may have had an extended conversation with someone in the dream about how you can be an introvert and function and act social) and there's a couple people on this...lounger? chaise lounge?...next to the giant bed and they're apparently fooling around. My first impulse is to be polite they're rude to me so I put my foot down and tell them to get the hell out. The girl on top goes "I suppose this is *your* house?" And I go "As a matter of fact it is, now get out." So she sulks off snarkily and one of them says something to the effect of "you think you're better than us just because you own a house" and I reply "I own LOTS of houses, now get the hell out!" The girl on the bottom still hasn't moved so I whip out my belt but apparently belts follow the same rules in dreams as guns and punches and it is completely ineffectual but eventually she scurries off too.
That's about the...oh, to use the bathroom...that's why I went up to the bedroom. To use the bathroom. There's a bathroom downstairs but I wanted to use the one off the bedroom. And the lesbians barked at me that the room was occupied and I couldn't go use the bathroom. But anyway, after that I realized I had fallen asleep and was dreaming--and promptly woke up. After that it was just really disjointed snippets of dreams that I can't remember didn't have any coherent narrative.
CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Somehow there was a second season of She-Hulk and I was reading in a magazine that Michelle Trachtenberg made a surprise appearance and I was trying to figure out how that was possible when she died 18 months ago. She looked like she did in season 7 of Buffy in it, for some reason. And I was watching it in my old computer room from high school with a game show host.