My name may be Japs Eye but my middle name is Freud, so I wanted to draft a retarded effort-post on piggy's latest nightmare.
Disclaimer: I don't believe that every dream has meaning to it: a lot are just your brain picking random shit from your subconscious. But on the other-hand, I don't think the idea that dreams are all meaningless is fair either. There's a mysterious part of your brain, manifesting nightly visions pulled from feelings deep within in you. I think it's ridiculous to say that there's not at least some meaning to be gained.
Here's the full clip of Dave recounting his dream:
>My wife says 'I noticed something weird in the garage'. So i go in there and it looks like the garage door has somehow been messed with. Like you can see through it like someone has pried it open or something, right? And I'm looking around the garage and for some reason in our garage there's a giant shipping container.
So this part is very interesting. There are a lot of hack, fraud, charlatan dream interpretation sites that will give you a million different explanations for a "break-in dream". But with this one I think simplicity is best. What do we know about Dave? Well, he's a hermit. He never leaves the house. We call it the Snort Fort™ for a reason. But in this dream, disaster has struck, the fort has been compromised. I think there is a lot of anxiety in this dream. His one safety net in life has now been breached, but, by who(mst)???....
>And in this shipping container is some guy, who's a stranger, shouldn't be in our house, and he's got like earbuds in. And I'm yelling at him like 'Hey who the hell are you, get the hell out of my house!', he's not listening. So I grab like idk a rake or something, and I yell at him again, and he turns around and all of a sudden his whole demeanor changes. He becomes incensed like he's ready to kill me. So charges at me, and I bonk him in the head with the rake and somehow he dies
Alright, while my last interpretation was pretty safe, I'm gonna go a little wild with this one so stay with me. This man, this stranger; someone who has breached DSP's privacy and refuses to listen to his cries... is
US!
YOU yes
YOU motherfucker! Think about it. This person has broken Dave's sense of security, they have breached his only safe space, and now they sit in his garage, with two earbuds in, refusing to listen to anything he says. "It's not my account!" he yells, "I am not Downfromtherafters!". Poor Philip is pleading with this stranger to listen to him but they are blocking out all his words. His lies are landing on deaf ears. Not convincing a soul.
>So now the rest of my dream becomes 'Oh no, I killed someone in my house in self defense, what do I do', so i immediately call the police. But all of a sudden my home becomes a giant convention center, where each room has people attending like a convention. So like there's one room with arcade machines and people playing arcade machines, and there's another room where people are hanging out with like drinks and food. And there's another room where there's like Street Fighter players playing. Basically what happens is, people go into the garage and they fuck with the shipping container and the dead body and they completely contaminate the crime scene. So now any evidence of what actually happened has been disturbed. And at the end of the dream, everyone leaves, and I'm like 'wait a minute where's the police?', the police never showed up
A lot of the specific details like arcade machines and street fighter aren't very important. These are the parts of dreams where your brain is just playing ad-lib with any of your recent thoughts and activities. The general premise though is very interesting. DSP's house has now been taken over. People reside in every room, his safe-zone is gone. They head to his garage, and tamper with all the evidence. "It was self-defense" he may cry, "Those bank leaks are fabricated!", but nobody can believe his claim now that some dog has shit all over the corpse. He can no longer convince anyone. Once everyone leaves, DSP realizes that not even the police are showing up. His sense of justice, what's right, Stuttering Craig, everybody has abandoned him, leaving him alone with a literal skeleton in his garage.
Or it's a buncha bullshit and he was drunk idk lol ; )
