I was part of some puzzle/academic competition thing. I only remember two parts. In the first one I had to write an essay about something, so I snuck into a library that I wasn't supposed to know about and convinced the librarian I was there for some other reason. I think my opponent might have had a similar idea. I think the essay had something to do with some famous boxer. In the other part, my team and I had to raise the water level in a small underground lake. We'd found a super long garden hose, and were pouring water in from bottles while trying not to fall down the cliff leading to the lake, when I recalled a puzzle that we had previously solved. So we trekked back to the surface, hose in hand, and found a drnking fountain that we'd rigged up earlier to do something. After some discussion about how water responds to gravity and wondering who would be paying for the water since the event was being held in a public park, we plugged the end of the hose into the spigot of the fountain and then sent someone to check the lake while trying to prevent other people from finding out what we did the water fountain. We must have succeeded since a nearby dumbwaiter started producing fried fish for us. The dream ended before I got any, though. Anyway, surprisingly coherent for one of my dreams.
I dreamed Donald Trump was in my bedroom going through my old school stuff, trying to find material to embarrass me. He was looking for things I’d written, such as notes to friends. He was so, so bad at it though. Nothing he found was actually very embarrassing at all. Nevertheless I was pretty pissed at him. I did the natural thing and dumped a very full basket of dirty laundry over his head. Extremely satisfying!
Seems like I never have nightmares about current events, no matter what's going on. Not... literally. What I do get, frequently, is dreams about driving where complications come up to stress out. If I'm driving alone, things happen so I have to keep driving, have to keep in the car. Maybe I find myself on rails in a busy area, unable to choose the road, unable to open the door. Maybe I can choose the path, but the brakes aren't working right, so I can't stop, and I find myself in endless loops on highways. If someone's in the car with me - like I'm giving them a ride - they insist on navigating for me, keep me from relying on my phone's help. Maybe because they don't know their destination's address and have to go by landmarks, maybe because they're one of my parents and insist that we be sociable. Sometimes they're doing the too-late "oh turn here!" (when I'm in the middle lane) crap and then going "oh no!" and acting like we can never loop back or find another route... And sometimes we get there okay, but somehow I get out with them, and they accompany me (with commentary!) for the rest of the dream, no matter how the topics of it change. I can feel the themes and symbolism radiating from these things like heat from a campfire a dozen paces back. >_< Sheesh.
Ooh, driving dreams. I sometimes have a dream I'm trying to hold the brake and it's not working, can't stop from drifting out into the intersection no matter how hard I press. Similarly I've had dreams I'm trying to shoot in self defense and the trigger is too stiff to pull.
I've had a driving dream where I tried to adjust the bass/treble balance of the music and the equalizer decided to holographically project itself onto the entire windshield, completely blocking the view. Also I spend a lot of driving dreams driving on staircases, perhaps even more than on roads.
I often have driving dreams which is weird because I have never driven IRL Usually its either someone else is in the car who is incapacitated so I'm the Only One Who Can help or I've borrowed a car without asking and am in constant anxiety that someone will catch up and find me without a license. I've never even had driving lessons wtf brain
i dreamt there was a game sorta like grand theft auto or something and a game update added these things kind of like the Borrowers and kind of like muppet-looking and kind of like sesame-street-character-looking and they had dances and that's it, that's what they were for, dancing and teaching the player characters dancing and this was actually useful but i didn't see much about how it was intended to be useful as a mechanic because after not long it was discovered that the most elmo looking one doing the chicken dance broke the game so everyone was just elmo chicken dancing around to gain the ability to walk through nearby walls and other shenanigans
I had an extremely Homestuck dream. I can’t remember most of it, except at one point I was wandering and sorta sneaking through a disused extreme inner part of a large building. It almost felt underground. I was looking for either Gamzee or Kurloz and I can’t remember why. I’m not sure I was entirely clear in the dream which one I was expecting. I didn’t quite find either, but close enough. Instead I found a thick tarp, or two very, very long strips of tarp at a right angle, suspended like a catwalk about as high up as you’d normally have a catwalk, so not quite two stories. It felt remarkably stable and I had no problems walking on it, except for the state of the tarp and the monster. Spoiler: exceedingly mild gore The entire length of the tarps was more or less evenly covered with a mixture of blood and sweat, up to the very edges. It was very purple. My impression was not that anyone had died there or even been seriously injured so much as that someone really, really needed to do laundry because Nasty. The worse problem was the two story tall goober of a monster. It was chilling in the corner made by the tarp catwalk and it took up the whole space. It was kinda yellow and blobby with rubbery skin, but it definitely had teeth and seemed at least mildly menacing. Somehow the monster ended up kinda squishing on top of me, which was better than eating me, but also gross. It too needed a cleaning. Nasty. Somehow I got out of there. My POV was jarred loose from first person in the process, probably because of the potential danger. My brain is nice like that. I could see my character was a petite troll girl with short, curly hair. Teal blood, from her outfit. The last thing I remember was that I/she had found Sollux, and this was both triumph and relative safety. I do not know why.
I dreamed that I was having trouble putting a glove on; no matter what I tried one of my fingers always ended up in the wrong place. Also the finger sleeves on the glove were transparent for some reason, which was part of how I determined that my fingers were going into the wrong spots. Considering it now that I'm awake, I think dream-me had six fingers on that hand, but due to my hand being mostly shoved into the opaque part of the glove, I never actually got a good look at my hand as a whole and so never thought to count how many fingers I had.
Spoiler: Pandemic politics x_x I dreamed it was tomorrow, and I was going back to work, and for some reason all the conservative voters and quite a few others besides had jointly decided they weren't wearing face masks anymore, and were saying to my face that they hadn't been given any for this week and that the managers had all said it was okay. Cue dream of running around trying to find masks and yell people into wearing them, and managers to make them confirm that was NOT true, and the building getting larger and more complicated the more I ran around.
Had an exciting moment in lucid dreaming. For the last couple days I've been more aware of my stress dreams being stress dreams, and have been trying to control them in a lucid dream type way. My control is really limited. I can control myself, but not anything or anyone else in the dream. Last night I came to the realization that trying to match gloves when the contents of the glove containers were constantly changing was a stress dream, and made a break for it out of the front door of the hell-mall. I got halfway across the parking lot before my dream body collapsed and I woke up. Went back to sleep half an hour later and had a heart-to-heart with my animus about how he gets that these stress dreams suck, but I can't do that anymore, which was kind of weird.
I've mentioned before that my dreams tend not to have stable points-of-view but rather that the viewpoint character abruptly changes quite often. At one point last night, my dreamself became aware enough to expect a POV change and get confused when it doesn't happen. I(?) had several seconds of identity crisis before managing to assert that the viewpoint character hadn't changed.
I dreamed of a character who could be fun for Redwall or other furry stuff; a pirate fox who was raised by whales, and survived by hopping between their backs as they did a rota of going up to the surface to breathe. I don't think he could survive that long-term, but for travelling between islands it'd work.
The other night I dreamed I was in a room and someone was trying to break in to hurt me. I realized I was in a dream, and though it took significant effort, I rotated gravity 90° and stood on the back wall of the room. The guy breaking in fell through the door about 20' and got knocked out.
The Stark kids from A Song of Ice and Fire being werewolves is an idea probably as old as the series itself, so that part of the dream wasn't terribly interesting on its own. The interesting bit was that instead of turning to individual wolves, each turned into a small pack of wolves that still had a single coherent identity, like the Tines from Vernor Vinge's Fire Upon the Deep. Unfortunately, the dream ended before they got to do anything, but the idea was kind of cool. I mean, we have versions of vampires who turn into not a single bat but a swarm of bats, so why shouldn't a werewolf turn into a bunch of wolves?
There was a lot of other stuff going on in the dream I had the other night but the bit that really stuck was that I was watching a remake of the matrix, which the wachowski sisters had released because they were sick of people on the internet not getting it. The film was 4 hours long, had apparently 26 different endings shown at random, and for some reason starred Bugs Bunny. I have never seen the original matrix.
Midday nap was full of some frustrating platformer game, the sort where you can't move left, it's all forward to the right. And the difficulty of the game was too much for me, enemies too fast and places to move through too narrow But somehow I kept going forward, my character's remaining life low and some OTHER resource being drained to fill it, And I couldn't move away from the game I didn't think too hard what the other resource was, like I suspected it was something real and would horrify me to know Followup dream was finding my dad watching TV, some documentary by the look of it, familiar but not one I could name "Have you seen this?" he asked, looking up and back over at me "Yeah," I said, recognizing the start of the next segment, four people side by side while the voiceover talked about differences in measured brain activity during puzzles in a study. "Yeah, it's something about... fear, and pain, and problem solving." "That's right," he said, sounding satisfied, and turned back to the TV. "Interesting stuff," he added, in that approving tone that means he thinks it's good, RIGHT, but doesn't want to come out and say so "It's something like, if you don't feel fear or pain at all, you can't think through problems right?" I volunteered eagerly, in that 'maybe I know social cues BUT more importantly I know something neat that you should know' way, partly because I remembered being afraid playing videogames, a half-lucid dream, and I didn't want to just let him be ominous at me, so I tried taking control of the conversational flow by info dumping, figuring he'd let me if I got it right, and he'd correct me if I didn't, So as I moved to watch the TV better, I kept going with, "like there's a hundred thousand little ways fear pushes us, whoops don't do that, all the split second reminders not to go too far," and gesturing as I talked. "A whole framework, supporting our thinking. All the back and forth, too fast for us to know what's important, what makes it work. What we can't... do without," I wrapped up, awkward and self conscious, suddenly expecting him to be annoyed I was talking over him He grunted something vaguely agreeing, but didn't offer more words that I recall now
