Dreams

This morning saw the return of a recurring dream: I'm an adult, in elementary school.

For some reason, I'm obligated to continue attending, and I'm treated by the staff as a kid in whatever grade I'm in. Usually Its 2nd-6th grade. Despite being 7-12 years old, in the dreams, I behave more like a generic defiant high schooler (this was not how I acted in high school). I have my car, and I skip classes while staying on campus. My elementary school was too small for this to have worked. I drive off sometimes as kids get on the buses, or sometimes I forget my car is at grandma's house because I took the school bus. These are almost like rules... once per elementary school dream, these events happen in some way.

Sometimes there's something new. This time my brother was in school with me. We rode a tandem bike.

I didn't always have this recurring dream. Before that I used to have teeth dreams, and before that, low-speed car collision dreams. I no longer have either of them.

I mention this because last post I mentioned I stopped smoking. Its said that smoking messes with your brain chemicals, and as a result, you kind of stop dreaming. That post was the first time I'd had a memorable dream in months, so it was notable. I wouldn't have guessed that I'd jump back into having a recurring dream again so soon. The last time I had it was last fall, before that was in the summer. Unfortunately since I just smoked, I probably set my dreams back another two weeks.
 
I rarely ever remember my dreams, but last night I had a dream where I got two Dumb ratings on one of my posts here and I told myself that it's not a big deal, and it's okay to get Dumbs sometimes.

This is a red flag that I'm starting to spend too much time on these forums.
 
I got positively trashed this weekend, thus turning the dreams off until sometime next week.

God is in his heaven; all is right with the world.
 
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For some reason, I had a dream about high school. I recall being somewhere near the library fast-walking to my class due to the bell. I got to my class before it rings. I saw my best friend and a teacher I respect a lot. I sat down on my chair and I suddenly woke up. My only guess is maybe the dream is telling me something about my education or something college related.
 
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For some reason, I had a dream about high school. I recall being somewhere near the library fast-walking to my class due to the bell. I got to my class before it rings. I saw my best friend and a teacher I respect a lot. I sat down on my chair and I suddenly woke up. My only guess is maybe the dream is telling me something about my education or something college related.

I've had dreams like that where I saw people I knew during my high school days. Usually it's in random situations though rather than in an high school environment. I'd like to think it's just part of my past coming back to me.
 
Since I'm keeping a slight log of this, my last dreams, as in, I know I dreamed, occurred Wednesday.

Just this morning, I had my first memorable dream since last smoking up.

So, on this current (ahem) diet, it would appear a weekly smoke takes about four days to cycle out of my system/braaaaaains. (This is about the same as what I've heard about tolerance from @Sanic in that tolerance usually bottoms out after ~5 days, and about to be expected. According to my last physical, I'm underweight, so being a day faster makes sense... and explains why despite not being a current stoner, I'm always desperately hungry anyway...)
 
I generally have really vivid dreams every night, I've always been like that but I think it has only been exacerbated by my medications. For parts of my dream last night I was plunged back into middle school, or at least walking around the school campus. @Satan (or rather, just his icon in humanish format) made a cameo in the hallways along with a couple other Kiwis.

Edit: Oh yeah just thought of a relatively hilarious dream from a few months ago.

I dreamt I was Commander Shepard and had to save the galaxy, but I was trapped at a furry convention. The majority of the dream was spent trying to fit into fursuits while still wearing the N7 armor to trick the guards (the con ops were actively barring people from leaving) into letting me slip past.

Meanwhile Liara had to cover for me back on the Normandy because nobody knew where I was and I’d die of embarrassment if the whole galaxy knew the Great Commander Shepard who defeated Sovereign and the Collectors, took down Reapers, and gave the middle finger to The Illusive Man was being defeated by a bunch of people in animal costumes.

I even drew a thing because of it.

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I dreamt about someone going to my front porch and hiding my potted plants. I was really upset even when I found them like five feet away in the parking lot.
 
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I don't know why I've been thinking about this for the past few minutes, but, back when I was a server in a restaurant (I did it for three months while I waited for grad school to start), I used to have nightmares every single night. Inevitably, they were about forgetting to bring someone their extra ketchup or complaining that something stupid was wrong. As ridiculous as it may sound, those nightmares were literally the most stressful, worrying dreams that I've ever had. (I usually kind of enjoy having nightmares for some reason.) If you can't tell, I really, really hated that job.
 
Many of my dreams take place inside video games. Last night I had a dream I was playing EU4.
I've also had a few dreams that I'm getting ready for the day, getting up, brushing my teeth, etc.
 
I tend to dream about things in school related settings. Just last night I had a dream that two Asian dudes burned down our home ec room. Weird.
 
I've been having lots of nightmares lately about not being able to find a job in my field once I finish my master's degree. Most of the time, I end up having to work some shitty job for significantly less than I'm worth, usually in a fast food restaurant or a thrift store or something. Last night, I dreamed that Connor came into the McDonald's that I was apparently working at, and he was covered in these patches of tiny, white, parasitic worm things, demanding that we give him all of the cheeseburgers. :\
 
I had a particularly bizarre and, to me at least, unsettling dream recently.

In a lot of my dreams I'm more a spectator then an active participant and this was one like that.

I saw these creatures, hard to describe what they looked like, like multi-colored wisps of energy I guess?

Anyway, there was a bunch of them all discussing their own dificulties adapting to human society when one of them spoke up and said "fuck humans!" The rest seemed to agree and then the entire scene for, lack of a better word, just changed.

It was a two-dimensional monochromatic plane that honestly looked a lot like an old NES game or one of those indy-games developed to mimic the style. Only one of the aforementioned creatures was there and now it looked like a black silhouette of a human. It mused that it must be dead and proceeded to the end of the screen.

This repeated four times until it happened across an empty backpack in the middle of its course. The silhouette knelt down in front of it, a few seconds passed, and then a second figure emerged from the opposite end, produced a handgun and shot it through the head.

Woke up in a cold sweat.
 
I had a dream that Donald Trump started a new reality show. It featured him and actors dressed as famous historical figures playing a life-sized board game with themselves as the pieces. It was called "Donald Trump's Urban Life" and featured Trump and the actors moving through urban areas and sewers in a game kind of like "Jumanji." They'd roll the dice and then something bad would happen, like they'd have a bucket of shit dumped on their heads. The game came down to a pitched match between Trump and Harry Truman. Donald Trump won, though, and his reward was getting locked in a dumpster.

It was a good place for him.
 
While I'm waiting for this shitty MEGA loader to finish...
I decided to post about a dream I had about two years ago, one of my only dreams that are out of the norm of what I have (autistic shittery in places I've been). Once in a blue moon on Friday the 13th when the planets are aligned, I'll have a dream that's either more vidya-esque or outlandish in environments/plot/setting, but one of those kinda sticks out for me for several reasons. The dream in question consisted of me fighting Marisa Kirisame from Touhou in an arena, she was throwing star-like Danmaku at me as I dodged them. Someone I know who's had dreams about Touhou characters and Gensokyo before the Touhou franchise was even conceived is seriously making me question what goes on beyond what we see and what science can measure and quantify, and that dream could be connected for all I know, or it could just be coincidence.
 
Last night, dreamed that I was at a school that I'd gone to when I was a kid, along with some other people that I vaguely remember knowing from those days. No one I specifically recognized, and there's no way I could remember any names, it was more I could tell who they were supposed to be. Me and a group of these people were doing a project on some historical shit that I am pretty sure did not actually happen and my subconscious just made up. Something about a big map that we'd drawn on a big sheet of posterboard. Then a kid with a can of spraypaint said that he was going to mark on the map where some empire? Invasion? Something - had been. He started to spray the paint on the map, but he was holding the can too far away or something, so the paint spread out too far, and some girl got pissed and took it away from him, saying he was going to ruin the map if he wasn't more careful. But then, instead, she started using the spray paint to try and kill a fly that was flying around her. The air got full of this silvery cloud of paint and everyone was coughing and couldn't breathe - but also laughing about "Demonstration of chemical warfare!"

Also notable about this dream was I was speaking Swedish while everyone else was speaking English but everyone could still understand each other.
 
Lately I've been having dreams in which I can't find the "Shut Down" task on my computer. I think it's a sign I need to use the computer less, and yet here I am posting at 11:30 pm.
 
Last dream I gotten was being in some sort of store that sold vidya, comics, and some weeb crap. Within said dream, I found an armored core figure I wanted to own. I felt the dream itself may of had me a bit immersed.
 
Even after over ten years of my pet parakeets being deceased, I still have dreams that they are alive and I still own them. I wonder why this is? I still have the outdoor birds that I feed to keep me company. I don't think I even consciously miss my pet parakeets that much??
 
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