a board game for (d)orcs

I 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.

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tidal waves, murderers and schoolboy detective agencies

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.

left out of Tapped Out

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

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.

beyound Beyound Re-Animator

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. 

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

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

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.