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.

insects and mercenaries and brain conditions

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I was making my way through some sort of dilapidated water related facility with some other people. I have vague memories of being in the military and sneaking out of camp at night – we were apparently going AWOL and this is why we were willing to wade through flooded basement halls full of all kids of bugs and things.

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awesome discount jetpack adventures and French Canadian crust punk clowns

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I had a jetpack.

It was rad.

I was rocketing around the city, going from one place to another, just enjoying the commute in a way that for once did not involve reading a novel, oggling a pretty lady commuter, or playing a game on my cellphone. All those things are lame compared to the thrill of absolute freedom of movement (within three dimensions, at least). Continue reading

when the end comes

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I was a teenager, staying in this massive mansion in the middle of the woods. It was based on my friend SD’s parent’s house but was quite a bit more mansiony. The people I was staying there with were all teenage punks. I got the distinct impression that there were no adults, that we were sort of squatting at this luxurious place, and it had a sort of Lost Boys (and Girls) feel. I also got the impression that something had happened in the outside world and while we were having fun at this punk mansion, we were also there as refugees from a world that we could not return to. Continue reading

Duke Nukem vs Sexy Robot Maid

Duke Nukem and a Maid Robot
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I was on a mission. We were infiltrating a factory yard at night. The enemy had a secret underground base and we had to take some technology from them for intel while hiding the fact that it was taken. While searching the grounds for an entrance, we looked up to see a floating robot eye staring right down at us – a sort of black glass sphere with a metal back and antennae. I leapt up and grabbed it before it could phone home and report us, and ripped out it’s mechanical guts. Continue reading

I never claimed to be a programmer

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Dream involved a mad scientist.  Don’t remember what he was involved with.  He was almost certainly based on the scientist from King of the Zombies.

I remember going back to a creative agency I did some work for not to long ago, perhaps to visit my friend J who works there fulltime. Instead of the usual downtown office building was located in an odd basementy floor on a compound built into a swamp. I remember finding the file the agency used to ‘grade’ contractors, and that my report card was not favourable. The owner had written “said he was a great programmer, but baulked and struggled when I asked him to make a simple email form for this one page”. Of course he’s a goddamn liar.  I never claimed to be a programmer of any kind.

homemade rocketeer gear for pillow, elves and a monorail

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I was in a basement that resembled the WWII bomb shelter of a basement we had in Germany, this ugly neon-lit white concrete cave with lumpy walls and some furniture here and there. People kept coming through and I was lying on a couch, trying to sleep. Perhaps there was a party upstairs? I get the impression now that some of them at least were older versions of kids I knew in Germany. One that I did recognize at the time was Lars. He came down all shirtless and sweaty and gross. I was curious about how his online dating experience was going and how things went with that girl he had dated, but I don’t think I asked. I think it’s possible he had a kid with him, like he was maybe dating some woman who had kids. Continue reading

fall through a bridge, discovery of a new species

butterfly crab - too spiderlike
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I remember almost nothing of this dream aside from the fact that I was walking across a wide metal bridge spanning a ravine in the middle of a rocky wilderness with some people, and my friend Daniella fell through a hole in said bridge. We rushed to the far side to help her out, and she seemed to have sprained an ankle. As the others were helping her, I found a bunch of creatures crawling across some rocks. They were about the size of two human hands, flat and dry looking. Very much like a combination of crabs and butterflies. They had no bodies, just a bit where their rumpled and leaflike ‘wing shell’ clusters met in the center. I tried twice and failed to accurately reproduce them – one image is too batlike and has a body, the other is too gross and spiderlike. The curious thing is that they did not fill me with revulsion, just curiosity.   Continue reading