The zombie apocalypse was in full swing. I was a character in a sitcom and the rest of the cast of characters and I were coworkers trying to escape our workplace, which was some sort of walled compound filled with construction equipment, trucks and things, and some small storage silos. We wanted to make it from one end of the compound to the other, into a fenced in area, and up a tall tower of some kind.
One of our number, who slightly resembled a more ethnic version of Carla from Cheers, became zombified, but oddly did not behave fully zombie-like. She stumbled around as if drunk, but held beers or something in her hands and seemed to occasionally try to drink them. This confused the other zombies who would move towards her as if to attack and then lose interest when they got closer. She herself seemed to have little interest in eating us. Continue reading
This dream had me drifting back and forth between sleep and semi-consciousness, so the lines between dream and daydream are blurred. Principally it was about me being a person in a highschool. My goal was to impress the girls, and I did this by challenging this bully (resembled a composite of two muscle-y jerks I went to HS with) to a fight one time when he picked on me. I did this at some sort of assembly/workshop thing and had shouted it across a crowded room at him, so everyone knew. There was some confusion over weather we’d fight right away or after school. It would be decided that after school made sense. (At this point he seemed to consider me an equal. The tone of our relationship changed entirely.) Continue reading
This one is a long one, and difficult to put together chronologically. Basically I was both watching and living inside a Tintin movie. Oddly Tintin wasn’t much of a character. I was in a group of four – there was a young boy, me (a teenager), and two adults. We were on a mission and were also on the run. We had been enslaved or imprisoned by some sort of government or organization.
I remember escaping enslavement and impersonating staff within the organization. I did a variety of jobs, including waitstaff and mining. As a miner I was thought of as ‘the new guy’ and so was shown how to do different things, making the facade easier. Continue reading
I was in some research facility underground. It seemed to be both military (lots of security) and university (lots of students). The lights flickered out at some point. Creatures that fed on human blood (which I never actually saw) had escaped their holding tanks and were pursuing. There was just a mass panic of screaming and crowds rushing in all directions. 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 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.
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.