Dreams

I experienced a nightmare recently in which a man literally melted before me and several other people. Flesh ripped and blood sprayed out, bubbling like a witches' cauldron brew. The eyes liquefied. The skull deflated. His screams of agony quickly became incoherent gurgles. At the end of it, there was nothing. It occurred with breakneck speed. The guy probably didn't even have a chance to make sense of what was happening to him.
 
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I have weird dreams lately involving somebody (sometimes myself) stealing in a supermarket, vehicles crashing through windows, water, and a sense of playfulness and urgency (a deadline, a time limit getaway of some place, and so on). Always the same elements, combined in different ways. I don't know what to think.
 
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Da Pickle Monsta said:
I've been having this reoccurring dream where I'm playing an iPad game called "Dictator Slap." Basically, the game gives you a historical dictator and then you can virtually slap and beat them.

Apparently, Saddam bleeds oil and Hitler oinks like a pig.
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You should make this games a reality.
 
Da Pickle Monsta said:
I've been having this reoccurring dream where I'm playing an iPad game called "Dictator Slap." Basically, the game gives you a historical dictator and then you can virtually slap and beat them.

Apparently, Saddam bleeds oil and Hitler oinks like a pig.
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I smell profits.

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Sometimes I have this dream in which I'm playing a horror game that's exactly like Fatal Frame. There comes a part where I can look out the building I'm in via first-person mode. A girl is standing in the darkness with her back to me, staring out at the surrounding forest. It's completely quiet. Nothing happens, and yet it's really unsettling. I know she's a ghost even though she appears human, and I keep getting the feeling something will pop out. Later on in the game I look out the building again and she's facing a different direction, but never moved from that spot. The dream ends around there.
 
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A couple days ago I had a dream that me and my family were gonna visit some relatives in Texas or Tennessee or something (we don't have any actual relatives there), but when we got there, at like 12 o clock at night, these bomb sirens started going off and on some intercom you could hear the Mayor of the town yell "BROTHERS AND SISTERS, LOCK YER DOORS, GRAB YER GUNS AND MARCH ON UP TO THE CITY BORDER 'CAUSE WE ARE AT WAR WITH THE U.S.A. BABY, WOOOOOYEAAAAA!". This redneck mayor wanted to turn his city into his own nation fucking Bane-style and somehow bought his own private army to do it. Citizens were told to stay in their homes until the conflict was over (but I could still walk around for some reason). Most of the fighting happened on the ground around the city borders, so I never actually saw anyone fighting. The only real indicators of a battle going on were distant explosions and cracks of machine gun fire really far away. Pretty much everywhere I went was a ghost town except for major characters. After some other events I barely remember, I ended up meeting this muscular skinhead guy that sounded like Chris Elliott. He lived in a broken-down house full of weapons, explosives, and plans for crossing "the fence". basically there is this chain-link barbed wire fence that surrounds the entire city's borders. Anyone caught crossing it, and it doesn't matter who, gets shot by both armies instantly. I didn't really understand the allure for crossing this fence, but many had tried and all had failed. Crazy Chris was going to change that. He has it all figured out, and when he clears that fence he's "gonna fuck up as many Yankee motherfuckers that [he] can before they get [him]" (in an angry Chris Elliott voice). I dunno why or how, but I ended up befriending him. Maybe I just wanted to get on this guy's good side, just in case. Towards the end of the dream, I went into this out-of-body experience and viewed Crazy Chris charging the fence. He jumped like 40 feet straight in the air, totally clearing the fence, and then got riddled with bullets before crashing into the grass like a racist meteor. I was like "oh no they got my friend!" but then i suddenly realized it was okay because I was playing ArmA this whole time. Then I woke up.

Part II

Backstory: Pretty much half of my day was trying out SWTOR and re-watching some tyce streams.
The dream I had the day after took place thousands of years into the future. I was an observer for pretty much all of this dream. Billy Bane won the war and ended up taking over the entire galaxy within 3000 years, give or take. I played a shit-ton of SWTOR before bed too so Billy Bane's army was like storm troopers now, or more accurately white-armored guys that kinda looked like storm troopers but with helmets shaped like kkk hoods. Billy Bane's empire was now composed of multiple smaller empires that he had conquered, I know this because there was a point where the skeleton empire signed some space trade contract or something with the hics. The focus of the dream centered around this ragtag team of elite racist redneck storm troopers on their mission to talk shit to citizens of the Mexican homeworld I guess, which was really just the inside of an Ikea but with nothing in it except for like 8 or 9 Mexicans. All the storm troopers did was crack jokes at the mexicans which were really unfunny if you weren't dreaming and then they just flew back to base. After they had declared their mission success to immortal Billy Bane, all of the docked ships blew up in this huge fire ball. The Mexicans had 911'd the hangar bay and declared war with the hics.

Then the galactic racewar began.
 
Recently a lot of my dreams have been related to things I can identify from the previous day. For instance, the other night I had a dream that I was in a stage adaptation of Die Hard and I was playing Hans Gruber, which was obviously a combination of the rehearsal I'd been at and a discussion I'd been having about Alan Rickman.

I have a couple of recurring anxiety dreams. One is that I'm due to go on stage for a show, but either I haven't learnt the lines or I haven't been at rehearsal and so I'm just planning to wing it. The other is that I'm back at school or uni (usually it has elements of both) and there's some big year-long project due in, and I haven't done anything for it, and the deadline is today. I'm planning on doing the whole thing in the few hours before the deadline. Both of these dreams are probably related to my habit of chronic procrastination.

A commonly recurring feature of my dreams is that I can hover. It's showed up a lot, and it's always the same. I can hover above the ground, apparently at any height. In order to gain height or distance, I have to concentrate, and if I don't think about staying in the air then I drift down. I'm always the only one in the dream who can do this, and I usually use it to surprise or annoy people. It's become so common that I had a dream two nights ago in which I could hover, and in the dream I actually thought, "Wait a second, isn't this something I can only do in dreams?" before remembering that no, I could do it in real life too. I've even woken up thinking I could do it. Damned if I know what it means though.

I also occasionally get one in which I'm losing my hair somehow - either it's dropping out or I've had a really bad haircut.
 
I remember this one dream I had a while back. It was a strange dream that involved me being back in gym class. For some reason, everything around me was distorted and weird looking. Kinda like being in a painting. I remember instead of listening to what the teacher wanted me to do, I played around in this distorted world as it also gave me the ability to jump really far for some reason. Later on in the dream though, I remembered that I had an assignment I was procrastinating on, and I felt an immense amount of dread while I was jumping around. Eventually, I found myself hopping towards my faraway teacher, knowing I was in some deep shit.

And then I woke up.

Not really sure what that dream was about. All I remember was that I was in San Francisco when I had that dream.
 
Few nights ago, I dreamed seeing my Skyrim character in the water, surrounded by a bunch of other Skyrim characters that looked more fitting for some generic waifu anime (or the Nexus mods screenshots). They were all trying to run away (or rather swim since there was more water) from a dragon and a hoard of cliff-racers that was attacking and killing the anime/nexus screenshot player characters by swooping down while my own just held the same default face expression through the entire ordeal.
 
I had this dream earlier, and it was by far one of the most autistic things I've ever had and I'm sure you've ever heard:

I went to this convention and there were some of the usual suspects talked about over the internet- SJWs, Bronies, Tumblrites, shut-ins, you get the idea. But in a move that would probably make the Pooh's Adventures crowd cream themselves, there were also actual fictional characters walking around (and I'm not talking about cosplay either, though there was plenty of that too).

So anyways, after mingling with some of the guests (whether I wanted to or not). The con's organizer came up and told everyone in attendance that this was all a ruse to get them to stop this giant doll ala Attack on Titan. And every one was split into three teams- cannon fodder (where most of the unlikeable people, like Jace, Chris, Moleman and their kin were), the "takedown" team (which I was in) and the "strike force", where all the "strong" characters and people were. Once we got into our groups (mine consisted of a loveshy, someone who claimed to be "the Slut Slayer", Wolverine, a fat man in a poorly made Spider-Man costume, and to drive the AoT reference home, Eren Jaeger. Just to name a few), we were ready. But, naturally, not without a whole lot of waiting and bitching about these so-called groups to our equally so-called leader.

Then the giant doll arrived and started attacking us, unfortunately, this did not deter our leader, who just told us to keep on waiting. Then the doll reached in and grabbed the Slut Slayer, who stabbed her/its hand. He was killed, of course. Which prompted one guy who was in the Afgan war not too long ago to tell the kid in charge "I'm not taking orders from a nineteen year old!" and led the attack himself. We succeeded, but with the loss of the hotel we were staying in (and everyone inside it completely unaware about what the hell went on outside). We were all arrested afterwards, mostly due to mass murder and property damage.

Tl;dr version: attended fucked up convention which then turned into a similarly fucked up AoT dream. For some reason.

Yeah, I don't get it either.
 
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Jewelsmakerguy said:
I had this dream earlier, and it was by far one of the most autistic things I've ever had and I'm sure you've ever heard:

I went to this convention and there were some of the usual suspects talked about over the internet- SJWs, Bronies, Tumblrites, shut-ins, you get the idea. But in a move that would probably make the Pooh's Adventures crowd cream themselves, there were also actual fictional characters walking around (and I'm not talking about cosplay either, though there was plenty of that too).

So anyways, after mingling with some of the guests (whether I wanted to or not). The con's organizer came up and told everyone in attendance that this was all a ruse to get them to stop this giant doll ala Attack on Titan. And every one was split into three teams- cannon fodder (where most of the unlikeable people, like Jace, Chris, Moleman and their kin were), the "takedown" team (which I was in) and the "strike force", where all the "strong" characters and people were. Once we got into our groups (mine consisted of a loveshy, someone who claimed to be "the Slut Gayer", Wolverine, a fat man in a poorly made Spider-Man costume, and to drive the AoT reference home, Eren Jaeger. Just to name a few), we were ready. But, naturally, not without a whole lot of waiting and bitching about these so-called groups to our equally so-called leader.

Then the giant doll arrived and started attacking us, unfortunately, this did not deter our leader, who just told us to keep on waiting. Then the doll reached in and grabbed the Slut Gayer, who stabbed her/its hand. He was killed, of course. Which prompted one guy who was in the Afgan war not too long ago to tell the kid in charge "I'm not taking orders from a nineteen year old!" and led the attack himself. We succeeded, but with the loss of the hotel we were staying in (and everyone inside it completely unaware about what the hell went on outside). We were all arrested afterwards, mostly due to mass murder and property damage.

Tl;dr version: attended fucked up convention which then turned into a similarly fucked up AoT dream. For some reason.

Yeah, I don't get it either.
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I think you've had too much internet.
 
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