Dreamland - Where the wild, Crazy and even mundane and odd come to life

[Vol]

Floating in a pool, reading a book for some reason. My brother and one of my cousins are there, and we're bickering, but it's not important. Look back, some sort of industrial power plant dealie is there, and these horrible storm clouds localized over it, funneling down, then a massive explosion. I could feel the heat and shock in the dream, which was the interesting bit.

That I remember this seems like it should mean something important, but other than "catastrophe ahead," can't read much out of it.

[Azint]

Because of the way our body and more specifically our brain is programmed; neither remembering or making sense of a dream is something that comes naturally to anyone. That said, I don't quite remember how this one started, I only faintly remember the experience of being at home, but I saw my dog in my dream. She died several years ago, and the instant I recognized her I knew that I was dreaming. Every time I see my dog in my dream, I remember it, but it's been a while.

I'm always happy to see her, and she greets me exactly how she did in life. I don't remember exactly what followed, but I know that I was dreaming, and I insisted that my dog would follow me wherever it is I went in my dream. I played with her, I let her lick me fiercely as I fondly remembered from before, and I somehow still smelled her. Then it dawned on me that I would have to wake up, and I honestly didn't want to let her go. I didn't want to see her go away, and I wasn't sure when the next time I see her would be.

This morning was a little difficult for me.

[Vol]

On the other hand, having a chance to meet the dearly departed again, even in a conscious dream, is incredibly precious. I've had a few over the years about the cat that impacted my life the most, and there's always an anxious melancholy about it, because while I'm not aware I'm dreaming, I do know how the story ends, and I can never prevent it, so there's never time to enjoy seeing and petting him again.

I'd cherish what you did have there.

[Mazder]

Well that was a weird dream.
I was apparently getting offered by my supposed grandparents (who were not my actual grandparents) that through my pension (from somewhere even though I am my current age)that I should get a house in a posh part of town that is definitely not my town.
I kept refusing and then suddenly I am looking at the area.
Then old university mates, a couple of work colleagues, current and old, and a few random characters from games, tv and anime are my friends in this scenario.
I am trying to get someone to live with me in this large house as it'd be lonely for me.

The weirdest thing that happened about in the middle of it is one of my old work colleagues, who I thought was hot admittedly, came up to me mid talk with some other friends. I remember I was eating a Magnum ice cream at the time. She was standing next to me and tilt the thing over to her to take a bite of it, she takes it and then without a second thought I bite into it.
Then I suddenly spit it out and throw the ice cream down because I remembered she had covid during the first knockdown (which she would have recovered from by now easily and would no longer be contagious) and that's what started the dream breaking down a bit until I eventually woke up.
Had a chance to lucid dream there nearly but I think I just brought myself out of it.

Oh, also I wasn't fat in the dream.

[Mobius_118]

I've been having more dreams of a civil war.

[SciFlyBoy]

Had an epic dream this morning.

It starred a John Goodman like character, not young, not fit and not a supermodel, who was a steampunk pirate cowboy. He had a small ragtag group of ex-slaves, natives, criminals and others who wanted to stay away from the law and they'd do some various illegal things to get by. Word of their group spread and others joined up to the dismay of the US Army who couldn't figure out where this group was. The army kept sending regiments to track him down but Goodman always seemed to escape with no eye witnesses who've confirmed he had been there. Soon a Voodoo woman witch doctor joined by some children find Goodman and plead with him to help her, someone is looking for her and she needs safety. Goodman agrees and starts to wonder about the 100 or so people who've joined his group so far and whether he's being an outlaw anymore or a real leader and hope to some desperate people. The US Army, down to their last straw, sent a wildcard colonel into the South West to find Goodman's group. As hospitality from the locals poured into Goodman's group he began to truly wrestle with his past and his identity when he stumbled on a ritual being held by the voodoo woman and begins to see the mystery behind who she really is and the importance of keeping her safe from those who want to do her harm.

One day word breaks that the Army regiment is on their tails so Goodman moves everyone into the forest. They have arms and other weapons and he plans to have them draw the army into the forest while swinging the flank around and surrounding them. But the army doesn't follow and instead splits into two and spreads out to surround Goodman's group. As they all start running in panic Goodman hears one of the children scream as they were shot by some of his men. They're the ones the voodoo woman was running from and Goodman goes to rescue her. She's in a half trance and needs to get to the top of some rock next to a small cliff in the forest where a house is to finish some ritual. He knows his people need him, but he also knows this woman needs to complete whatever she is doing because of it's supreme importance. While he helps her up the rock, army solders move into his position and he now has to defend her and the children up on the rock. He slides down into the woods, takes out his super huge steampunk automatic assault gun and is met by the wildcard colonel the army sent. Theodore Roosevelt.

All is quiet as these two stare each other down. TR gets off his horse, proclaims why Goodman must be apprehended but Goodman shoots first. The round hits TR square in his chest. But the round did nothing as TR's Rough Rider Armor had quickly surrounded him and absorbed the blow. Dawn in full body metal armor complete with the folded rimmed hat he always wore, TR takes out HIS huge steampunk semi-automatic shotgun and proceeds to own the fight from here on. With every shot Goodman makes TR counters not only with an equal shot or deflection, but also with his personal commentary about how Goodman is fighting, what move he just made and how TR counters it. But the best part is that TR's fighting style consists of short, small, sudden bursts of movements that mimics his actually style of speech. "Shot to the chest, eh?" grabs Goodman's arms and throws him to the ground "All's fair in close combat". Goodman kicks TR's shotgun away, TR then uses to momentum to smack him with the butt end of it, "The front's not the only useful end". Stuff like that.

Anyway, the fight is amazing. Goodman is a gun slinger, but Roosevelt is a rifleman, AND throws down judo moves AND is a boxer and uses every strength to his advantage and it was just AWESOME seeing this unfold in my dreams. The manner of TR's speaking, the insane differences in fighting style, the steampunk-ness of the weapons, TR fucking rocks!

A bright light comes from the house on the rock and everyone bears witness to it. Somehow the woman changes into some goddess creature while those after her change as well into some big alien like creatures, but Goodman's attempt to get her to safety was enough for her to escape her form and flee from the villains chasing her. Showing her gratitude for Goodman for giving her and those seen as undesirable a sense of home and community she bestows on him some sort of blessing, I don't know, but everyone was in awe looking at it. She then flies away while those chasing her can't keep up.

Knowing that she is safe and that his people are surrounded and most likely lost this battle Goodman falls to his knees in defeat. TR walks over to him and stares down at this man. "Saddle up men!" he yells as he turns around, his armor automatically folds away into some backpack. He mounts his gun and jumps onto his horse, "Word has it Goodman was seen outside Copper Hill. Move out!" turns his horse around and rides away with the regiment. Goodman stands staring at the colonel as he rides away and all the people in his group surround him, happy that they're free to be on their own.

I was so excited at what I just saw that in my dream I ran down the stairs into the lobby, (I guess I felt I was at the movies) and my mom was there. She missed the end of the film and I was in tears and could barely get a word out trying to tell her how fucking awesome and perfect that fight scene was.

Then I woke up and ran to my computer to share it with you. God Dammit! What a fucking epic dream. I will never forgot that.

[Vol]

I remember that movie. A classic!

Besides the epic action, that you remembered it all in that much detail is impressive. Of all the dreams I've had in weeks, the only part that actually was remembered was me forcing myself to eat a burger I knew had ketchup/mayo on it, and to my surprise, finding it tasted like it did when I was a kid (edible). That's it.

Meanwhile you're having Goodman's Campaign over here!

[SciFlyBoy]

Somewhere in my dream this morning I found myself sitting in a low folding chair outside during a social picnic event. An old co-worker of mine who I haven't seen in many years was VERY pregnant and holding a very small child in her arms. So I looked at her for the first time in as many years and held my arms out in a 'give me, give me' manner and she was delighted to have me take the kid off her hands. As I'm holding the tiny thing my ex girlfriend from a long, long, long time ago walks over and sits on my lap and we shoot the shit while talking about the little one in my arms, just talking like old friends. It was...rather nice.

[Vol]

Remembered a slice of dream last night. First part was clear, was walking away from the house I was in to go to a new place, to get away from the people that were there. Second part got weird. Dressed sorta like a fantasy swordsman, swimming in the ocean with a pig, come up to an island. The water is polluted, there's some abstract, disgusting "pollution embodied" thing on the shore and in the water, but we come ashore there anyway. My legs are covered in blisters from it, the pig is covered all over, eyes swollen shut, so in empathy I guide the pig to the house on the island, and there it ends.

The pig thing baffles me, because it doesn't seem to symbolically represent anything I think about or do. Some weird dream gibberish.

[SciFlyBoy]

Dream gibberish. I love that.

I take NO effort into looking for meaning or symbolisms in my dreams. If it's New Year and I dream of Mount Fuji an eagle and an egg plant then it's just a normal dream to me.

Did your pig wear any clothes?

[Vol]

Nope! Was a standard pig, nothing special about it.

https://www.dreams.co.uk/sleep-matters- ... -they-mean

Let's see...
1) No
2) No
3) No
4) No
5) No
6) Once every couple of years, always in the context of spontaneously learning to fly, enjoying it, then landing for some reason. Then I forget how to fly, or do it poorly, never again like the first time. These suck.
7) Few times in my life, not since I've been an adult.
8) One of my earliest dreams was being _in_ my mother's truck while she was in the store and it just started driving itself. Still have that fear, faintly.
9) No
10) No
11) No
12) Hahahaha
13) No, though they did scare me as a kid, never dreamed about them
14) No

[Mazder]

Nope! Was a standard pig, nothing special about it.

https://www.dreams.co.uk/sleep-matters- ... -they-mean

Let's see...
1) No
2) No
3) No
4) No
5) No
6) Once every couple of years, always in the context of spontaneously learning to fly, enjoying it, then landing for some reason. Then I forget how to fly, or do it poorly, never again like the first time. These suck.
7) Few times in my life, not since I've been an adult.
8) One of my earliest dreams was being _in_ my mother's truck while she was in the store and it just started driving itself. Still have that fear, faintly.
9) No
10) No
11) No
12) Hahahaha
13) No, though they did scare me as a kid, never dreamed about them
14) No

1) Had once or twice.
2) A few times
3) Once when I was younger
4) I mean, if sex dreams count then, yeah, duh
5) Nah I did those in life, lol
6) I think I have had flying dreams once every so often. They're fun for a bit but I usually end up forgetting them pretty quickly.
7) Oh we've all had that falling "jolt awake" dream. If you haven't you're lying!
8) Nope, not driven IRL or in dreams so I've not crashed a car
9) I don't know if it counts as unused rooms but sometimes in my dreams rooms are not the same size, or the rooms are not the same ones that are supposed to be in the building.
10) Nah, not had those
11) Nope
12) I'd need a partner to have dreams of that. But, no. I don't cuck, nor have been cucked, in my dreams, and never will.
13) No but I did have a ghost encounter when I was asleep. Mother fucker pulled my leg up and out of my bed while I was asleep. Waaaay too much for me to have been twitching when I was 15
14) Ha, naaaaah, I got gloriously thick hair from my grandad's side of the family. The only way I lose this is if I get cancer or something.

we need more dreams comparison lists!:D

[Vol]

Actually, caveat to #12. I've had dreams where I'm _with_ someone who I know has a partner, but it's never part of the dream, they've always been unattached in my perception. Which I suppose makes it weirder.

@Maz: You had a waking ghost encounter, or a dream of one? Because seeing A Nightmare on Elm Street, on a grainy VHS, as a kid put some fear into me, and then circa The Ring getting remade in America made me scared of not being fully under the covers for...longer than I care to share. Even now, though I don't believe a ghost, if they exist, would have anything to do with me, still get a little tension in the dark at times. And yet, _no dreams_ about it.

[Mazder]

Well from what I can remember I was asleep and either the encounter woke me up or the post sleep haze made me imagine most of it.
But when you're 15 and your leg is sticking elevated out of your bed at a 55-60 degree angle in both x and y axis it is weird to not assume something tried pulling you out of bed.
And I had a TINY room when I was that age so if anyone was actually there I'd have seen it.

[Vol]

That would've messed me up as a kid. There's that old ghost story, about the kid who hears a strange voice singing, "I am on the first step...," and then every night it's one step higher, until the obvious happens. _Terrified_ me when I was little tiny Vol. If I'd woken up and found my exposed leg up in the air, screaming my lungs out, easily.

[SciFlyBoy]

I have to check out that dream list link.

I had a stupid one this morning. I had two cellphones (do we need to add the 'cell' anymore, we all know what we're talking about, right?) and for some reason I felt like I should bite off bits of one, chew it and spit it out. Then I felt that since I had a second one that I should continue and I bit off pieces of my phones, chewed them up and spit them out. THEN I realized that I had no phone to call on so I could get a new one! I had to go to this dumb old laptop that was way old to get my email up. I had tabs saved from a long time ago that were still loading up and it was frustrating because everything was too old to upgrade. It was a dumb dream.

[Vol]

Kinda neat, really. What do you think it means? Sounds like a yearning for a new phone, and annoyance with old tech. Which could mean...desire for the future and frustration/discarding of the past?

[SciFlyBoy]

It meant that I was curious how a thin electronic would feel if I chewed on it.

Glad I dream about that and not attempt it in real life.

[Mazder]

Okay I had a dream last night.
Myself, an old friend from school and Barbara Dunkelman from Roosterteeth were all doing life drawing together of each other. Non nude though. At some point during the shenanigans there was a call form a wall mounted speaker. Hat Films were outside asking for entry (due to them doing their random painting stuff once or twice in their content I guess) we said no. I woke up.

WTF was all that about?!

[Vol]

Need to write this down while it's fresh, since dreams are rare.

There is a conspiracy. An old woman who runs a cattle company is the innocent seeming head of it. She's on a train she owns to meet with Mexican cartel members. They offend her with their rudeness. She puts the train into motion, somehow, at top speed, and the train starts breaking apart as it goes. Cartel girls first, then ranch hands, her husband. But she knows at a certain point, it has to slow down enough she can jump to safety. Ends up being when she's in the last car, holding onto a door handle, that it passes by a big lagoon full of people having water fun. Jumps as it slows, and an old, fat French looking guy picks her up, from earlier in my dream as part of the conspiracy, on a jet ski.

...Honestly, that sounds like a really fun movie script.

[SciFlyBoy]

Don't get jealous friends, I had a dream this morning I'll call 'The Legend of Zelda: The Twin Kings'.

In the land of Hyrule there was a long curly red haired King with a blond curly haired prince. It was the feature about them that I most remembered. Well one day the King's twin brother takes over the throne with his son (the king's nephew) and the kingdom is plunged into chaos. The true king and prince are tossed into exile.

I'm Link, green tunic and all, and I live on a small farm and I find myself on an adventure through this wonderful, green, lush open world. On my journey I team up with a sword-girl who wears 18th century men's clothes and rides a Pegasus. Also I find a legendary chicken on it's own quest to find its master. It's quest is fueled by a poem given to it "Find your master to go forward".

Well we party up and go on a lot of quests, it was very exciting and I wish I could remember the whole thing, but I do remember two parts that I thought were very cool.

The first was that it was very much a game and we came to this one part where we had to jump this ravine, but it was too far to get to the other side. The sword-girl's pegasus' skill wasn't actually flying, but a double jump and glide afterwards. It's only so long and got us through the whole game up to this point. I, Link, have a jump ability, but the ravine was too far and the chicken can carry a load while flying, but still it was too long. It took me a while to jump on my own, or have sword-girl galop and jump, but it was never far enough and I realized that I'd have to do a combination of the three and found a pattern. Both the sword-girl and the chicken ride the pegasus and do a double jump, then the chicken jumps back, I jump onto the pegasus, the chicken flies forward, (I'm trying to make sense of this) but ultimately there's a pattern where the pegasus is gliding, I'm jumping on the horse as it starts to glide and the chicken and the sword-girl have to land on me, and I'm playing the chicken. The important thing it that when the chicken is at the farthest the only thing in front of it is me, because I'M ITS MASTER! I know it was a jumble to write down, but the live experience of that happening was so cool. It was a cool revelation finding out the mystery and it felt like a good payoff and very exciting to me.

The second part was further in the story, somehow the sword-girl and me were falling a tremendous distance. She was fine because she was on her horse, but I wasn't. All throughout the game I had a choice of how to interact with her, and one of my choices was to grab the corner of her coat. I just remember that being a weird option to pick, but I figured it was the most interesting and it did build some relationship points with her. Anyway, we were falling and I was reaching for her and she reaching for me. I almost fall past her but I grab onto the corner of her coat and that's enough for her to hold me and pull me onto her horse. Then she wraps her hands around my neck and passionately kisses me as we gently glide to the bottom. Guys, it felt so deserved, so earned. We were on this long quest together and grew this relationship and it culminated into this passionate embrace, it was so exciting. My first in dream LI.

Then in the end of the game we help the prince and the king battle their brother and cousin and it was a cool sword battle kind of like Hyrule Warriors. The End.

Best Link game I've ever played. Ha ha ha!

I know it's jumbled writing and a lot of explaining dreams to me is showing how a felt, because those are the most memorable parts of my dreams. The emotions I'm experiencing. It was so cool to have an epic dream like that.

[Vol]

Okay I had a dream last night.
Myself, an old friend from school and Barbara Dunkelman from Roosterteeth were all doing life drawing together of each other. Non nude though. At some point during the shenanigans there was a call form a wall mounted speaker. Hat Films were outside asking for entry (due to them doing their random painting stuff once or twice in their content I guess) we said no. I woke up.

WTF was all that about?!

Uh...you like Roosterteeth and want to do art!

Suppose you should ask yourself, why life drawings? Why clothed? Why a speaker? Why _asking_ for entry? Why "no"?

Not implying there are answers, but that's how I analysis whatever weird stuff happens in my dreams. In my aforementioned dream, there is _nothing_ about a very busy public lake that should've popped into my head as the escape method for the bad lady. I don't think about watersports (that kind anyway, ohohohoho), I don't do them, I'd seen no advertisements or heard anyone talk about them, and yet that's where it went. It's fun to poke your own brain.

Don't get jealous friends, I had a dream this morning I'll call 'The Legend of Zelda: The Twin Kings'.

*snip*

I know it's jumbled writing and a lot of explaining dreams to me is showing how a felt, because those are the most memorable parts of my dreams. The emotions I'm experiencing. It was so cool to have an epic dream like that.

Man, that's the coolest dream I've ever heard of. You had a full narrative, with consistent characters and plot and advancement, amazing. And a cute, competent girl-warrior! Good thing you wrote it down, so those memories stay in your head.

The complicated gap-traversal thing sort of makes sense to me. The Shantae games sometimes makes you do stuff like that, linking together movement abilities. In an abstract sense, what's being done? You're taking on a dilemma, with the aid of things that are and are not yours, and using them effectively, in concert, to clear the gap. Ring any bells? (I'm laying it on thick)

That said, glad you had such a great dream. We should all be so lucky!

[SciFlyBoy]

I actually have a legitimate fear that one day I'll stop dreaming; it's like loosing a limb or knowing I can no longer use a part of my brain. It's terrifying. Maybe I'm married and have 8 or 9 kids and something changed in my life where I'm unable to dream anymore or wake up not remembering anything. I've heard of people who don't dream and I dream Every. Single. Night.

I don't know how I'd feel; but life better be worth living, i.e. busty wife with a boatload of kids.

[Vol]

I actually have a legitimate fear that one day I'll stop dreaming; it's like loosing a limb or knowing I can no longer use a part of my brain. It's terrifying. Maybe I'm married and have 8 or 9 kids and something changed in my life where I'm unable to dream anymore or wake up not remembering anything. I've heard of people who don't dream and I dream Every. Single. Night.

I don't know how I'd feel; but life better be worth living, i.e. busty wife with a boatload of kids.

Huh. So if you were like me, it'd be terrifying? That's kind of fascinating. I rarely dream, usually only glimpses at best, such as I've noted here. It's a void between sleeping and awaking. And in a waking sense, I don't really dream either. There are things I like, and would like to have, but nothing I would call "a dream" in the goal-seeking sense.

It doesn't distress me, but maybe it should...hm.

[SciFlyBoy]

Stupid dream house. Every time in my dreams I go outside the back of my home I'm furious that I never grow anything out there, at the utter waste of space. That area should be the FIRST place I'd grow something and it should be PACKED with plants, but it's always sparce like I've forgotten it even existed (which it doesn't. I live on the 2nd floor. There is no land). There are always some scattered plants about that are old, like maybe I attempted something way in the past. It just pisses me off now.


It's the same with rooms that don't exist IRL. It's as if my real home is surrounded by layers in my dreams and as I move through it I'm baffled as to why I never use them.

It's presented the same way in every dream too. There's a large field in front with a side road that goes to the front door. Three story house with a huge entrance, but I always use the side door to get in (my real life door) I'm always on the 2nd floor (I live in the 2nd floor). Each of the floors in the back connect to a stair system one is a lounge type area, the others are concrete with steps going down the sides and up the middle. (this is where the dream world gets weird) The rooms toward the front of the house are always taller then the back which always grow narrow (???) and the bottom floor goes directly to the back yard which slopes down to a flat area before a creek/channel where there are occasional people in boats and it leads off to other dreams, I guess. The 2nd floor has the lounge and the top floor has an atrium where there's lots of places to grow plants, but they're all unused.

And that's my current dream home.

[Vol]

I had a dream last night. Was supposed to do a paint job at this big, elaborate McMansion, the one where every room has a different build and theme. Was empty at first, just me, my dad, and an unknown coworker walking around and looking at stuff. As we're getting ready to get started, we get separated, and I'm getting frustrated because I just want to get the equipment ready and go to work. But then the homeowners start showing up, for some big family event. More and more, I can't go into areas, but can always hear the sounds of other people, but I can't find my dad or my coworker to figure out what to do about this snafu. My takeaway is trying to be professional and being really annoyed that other people aren't.

I have no idea what that's about.

@Sci: "Unrealized potential." Heh. Is that dream-house anything you'd _want_ to have?

Interesting what logic dreams do and don't follow. It's never total wacky-go-nuts, but geography is conceptual, almost like a video game map editor, where anything exit can be linked to any entrance.