I was part of a highschool student detective agency, which was sort of like a school club that met at lunch. We were working on a case together, but we didn’t keep files on everything, so it relied on their and my terrible memories.
There was a girl who could make herself a cyclopse, or grow an eye on her forehead.
I started writing down some case info on a chalk board to realize that I could not read what was written. It kept changing. I had to focus to make it spell anything, but as soon as I stopped it turned into an indistinct vagueness. This is when I realized I was dreaming. Continue reading
I was on a mission with Sterling Archer (from the show Archer). I was probably Cyril, on account of the fact that I wasn’t a great agent and could barely keep up with him, and he’s the character in the show I most resemble visually.
Much of the dream involved us escaping capture by some sinister but ambiguous enemy, and finding ourselves on an endless self-contained floating city. The interior was elegant and made of wood and glass and brass. It had a very old-timey feel, but at the same time was laid out like a shopping mall.
We ran through corridors trying to find a way off. Avoiding detection was easy – the place was empty. We were in such a hurry we wouldn’t even bother opening doors at times, we would just walk right through them, shattering their glass. I believe Archer berated me for this at first, since I did this in my haste to keep up with him, however he was doing it himself soon enough. We stormed through empty bars, rec rooms, long and pointless hallways, up stairs. Continue reading
I had a dream that I was at a social gathering of some kind and AY – a friendquaintance and former kinda-co-worker who is very calm and fairly quiet – was there. I was speaking to him and apparently really annoyed him. I wasn’t sure why but I figured I was being obnoxious or whatever, but I’d never seen him show emotions before, but he looked pissed off. Then I would talk to other people and they would react similarly. I wasn’t sure why they were so annoyed, since I didn’t seem to be able to pay attention to what I actually said to them.
I had a dream that The Doctor (of Doctor Who) had, at some point in the sixties, worked at the BBC and created the very show which we know him for.
Why he had done this is unclear, but being part of the public consciousness was apparently wearing down on him and he regretted this decision. He was still nominally involved in the show’s production as an uncredited executive producer or consultant, and he was somewhat embarrassed to give me a tour of a very library-like production house for the show, as if the whole thing reflected a time of his life that he felt distanced from.
The production house was also either a place for pregnant cats, or a place to bring cats so they could be impregnated. I was nervous and excited about this. Kittens were on the way and I was at ground zero.
I had a dream that I logged into Simpsons: Tapped Out on my phone to find that in my absence, people had turned my virtual Springfield into a military compound, complete with encircling barb wire fence and concrete barricades, houses and other facilities organized into tidy rows, and all colour and excitement drained from the game.
I felt a bit miffed that all these changes had been made without consulting me.
I was a student in a slum of an apparently ruined modern city. Most of the dream seemed to revolve around my inability to get work done, show up to class on time, or get along with fellow students at a high school that strongly resembled L-school, an American school for U.S. military brats I attended in England.
One thing that stands out is my old L-school classmate, JRR, being mildly slighted by either a student or a teacher, and overreacting with a violent assault of insults (inssault? ansult?) that made him look a fool and certainly did not improve his situation with said teacher.
However, there was some other interesting stuff going on. Exploring the ruined streets and overgrown rubble of the city, I was able to find all kinds of cool stuff. There were street gangs, cannibals, secret technology projects stored in unmarked buildings, stuff like that.
I slept over at my platonic cuddle buddy DM’s house last night, and in the morning I stayed in after she left for work. Had a dream that her landlord knocked on the door and complained about my sleeping there, which was a violation of housing permits or something. She told me guests legally had to sleep in the bedroom in the back, which I had thought was just a short hallway with a closet after it. Anyway after she left it became a story of weird monster people, home renovation workers, a super villain in a black plastic monster-bat costume, and other people constantly visiting and disrupting my stay there, and having to fight them off with broom handles and by throwing tins of things at them. I also think there was an effigy burning at the end.
Had fairly fevered dreams last night. Fell asleep at a friend’s (DM) house while she was watching Beyond Re-Animator. I was never fully sure when I was awake or asleep. I would say things to her and then realize that I’d only said them inside my head. Whenever I closed my eyes I would immediately have visions of creatures and situations.
Dream involved ‘dungeon diving‘ in a world that was entirely composed of indoor environments. Villages and things in the halls and chambers of a hodge-podge world of all kinds of different architectural styles and building types mashed together haphazardly.
I was on a field trip to a castle. For a wash room there was just an open area with strange shapes. One of them was a three-foot-tall cylinder made of ice, which sort of looked like a sea sponge and I had assumed was a natural phenomenon and that I was supposed to pee on it. I peeing on a cylinder of ice thing and a man coming up to me and talking to me and not respecting my privacy. This really got on my nerves and I stopped peeing and left unfinished.
Although it was a field trip to a castle, the trip was of no interest to me whatsoever.