a board game for (d)orcs

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Sleeping OrcI had a dream where there was something in our culture existed that everyone else loved but I hated. It was a combination of World of Warcraft, Game of Thrones and Settles of Catan – some sort of fantasy thing that at any given time seemed to be a different kind of media. I remember I hated it so intensely that it made me perpetually angry. Everything that reminded me of it sent me into a miserable rage. I wanted so much to destroy it, to diminish it in people’s eyes, because it made me an outcast in a way that I could not comprehend. Continue reading

tidal waves, murderers and schoolboy detective agencies

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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

left out of Tapped Out

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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.

violating a tenancy agreement with supervillains and monsters

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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.

peeing on a sea sponge made of ice in a castle because why not

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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.

irrelevant nonsense

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I was reading a French rip-off of Calvin and Hobbes. Though derivative it was well written, and challenged the way the reader thought about possessions and other material things. Later I was at the movie theatre, waiting for the movie to load onscreen. A progress bar was projected on the screen indicating how far along the movie was in pre-caching, decompressing, downloading, spooling, whatever. Continue reading

wasps in an ancient labyrinth

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I was in a dark underground labyrinth, ancient and somehow organic feeling. I was in one sort of spherical room with a soft moist floor with pods growing out of the flood and from them, foot-tall wasps hatched when someone brushed against them too hard. This nest of wasps was the security system for this place, but their range of vision was minimal.

The sense of Greek mythology was strong, and it’s not clear to me why I feel this. Perhaps I was in the Greek underworld. I do believe that at some point I was on a team playing a game/battle against an opposing team in one of the dark chambers. Our side of the ‘board’ or ‘field’ was elevated above theirs, and they appeared to be witches and gorgons and other humanoid creatures hissing and calling out ot us. The game felt like a weird hybrid of volleyball (but with more people) and chess (but played with humans/humanoids instead of chess pieces).

the devil child must be contained for all eternity

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I was a boy wizard going to a wizard school. The dream was certainly Harry Potter inspired, but the school and its staff more resembled schools from my life and from other fiction than from the HP universe.

I was accused of a particular crime by a faculty member that I never knew what it was. It was a crime so severe, and the accusing authority was so trusted, that my fate to be punished for it was absolute. Nobody believed in my innocence, including my (not IRL) parents, who were part of the process for conditioning me for my punishment. I got this sense that my crime was not one of doing but one of being – like perhaps I was discovered to be the reincarnation of some evil demon or whatever.

People pitied me more than anything. They did not hate me, but I could not run free, and while my parents and others empathized, they were certain of my guilt and would not allow me to roam freely.

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society edge

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Being in a city, not being sure if it was a miniature city or a macro city. Kinda post apocalyptic, self-contained. There was a sort of edge before the horizon. There was also an edge to the society, like people wanted to rebel against the engineers who ran it. It was a soft society but people who raised trouble were killed or disappeared. They weren’t really sure what the purpose of this society was. (This was written when half-awake and on further reflection, I have no idea what it means.)