I dreamt that I was writing some quality Klance Voltron RP with Lance POV and had this gem of a post - Spoiler: NFSW kinda, also Voltron s2 spoilers "Lance whined as those stupid perfect teeth met his throat, and finally, finally managed to pull down those stupid perfect tight jeans. (Who the hell wore tight pants 24/7 anyway? Keith, that's who. Keith with his stupid hot mullet and stupid hot face watching him like he wanted to haul down god and fuck in the remains.) He paused a moment to actually look, now, because even now curiousity was stronger than lust. "Aw," he said, a little disappointed, "You're not even purple here." Then he dodged before Keith could hit him."
This was all happening in my grandparents and great-grandmother's houses. It was a RP kinda thing involving, at first, superheroes, but then Undertale characters got mentioned and that was weird. This was preceded by something in an urban area involving the Joker, idk. But anyway, lots of people, mostly superheroes and a bunch of villains, and my character (tall, skinny, masc-presenting, white hair, headphones, don't know which side they were on but I'm thinking heroes), are at my great-grandmother's house, dining on the balcony. I get up and go grab something in another room, and pass by the front door just as someone's getting in. It's the Joker, I know that because he's opening the door really slowly and making a creaking noise with his mouth. "((Seriously, though, why the fuck are you doing this.))", I tell his player. Anyway, he thinks I'm leaving, and I know the whole thing is going to end badly now that he's here so I think "Yeah, might be a good idea" and get out. And jump out of the staircase, because why not. I instantly regret not staying because I want to be part of this shitshow, so I decide to turn on my invisibility powers and climb the wall back up to the balcony. Everyone had left, and I then realized they went to the other house, my grandparents'. Anyway, still invisible, I come in through the backdoor, which is actually bigger than the front door due to the architects changing their mind halfway through the house's building (which is actually true!), and into the main room. "Hi, [name I forgot]!", the other characters say. "((Uh, you're not supposed to see me.))", I answer. They apologize OOC and keep doing their thing. I sit on a couch, immediately realize I'm leaving a mark on the pillows, get up, and run out of the house, hiding under some kind of huge coffee table. Anyway, the others get up and start looking, and at some point, someone reaches underneath that table. From the voice, it's two of the kids. "Okay, it's too dark to see anything, but I'm pretty sure there's someone here. Really tall, and bony." "Papyrus? What are you doing down there?" At this point, I tell myself "Hey, why not", try to move around to make myself feel as big as possible to anyone putting a hand underneath the table ("((How tall is Papyrus already?))" "((2.47 meters))" "((Holy shit))"), and try imitating his voice, nyeh-eh-eh-ing and convincing them I'm going to play the best prank ever and they have to keep it secret or else it would ruin the fun. It works, surprisingly. At least, until I accidentally press a button and my phone's music player suddenly turns on, the music being muffled through the headphones but still audible. It seems my character was incredibly emo (I mean... white hair) and their music choices reflected this. I remember the two others commenting on it but I got woken up immediately after that.
i dreamed a sorcerer accepted me and some friends as his apprentice. the first thing he taught me? TELEPORTATION. and i even got it to work a few times! it was pretty neat.
An ending to the current "A Little Immortality" book of Schlock Mercenary where Spoiler: Featuring a spoiler for said arc all of the main cast gets killed, their consciousness is uploaded into the Object 4118-6 matrioshka brain, and the author just ends the whole comic there.
Once again I *really* hope dreams are just random neuron firings inside my head and nothing more, because last night I destroyed an alternate Earth just to see if I could.
i had a dream that i think started off as some weird fantasy thing with random minecraft elements, but then the parrot got killed and dropped a block of wood, and the asriel was suddenly there but he was named edward, and he loaded to before the parrot died, and then the parrot never showed up again? it had this really good-looking realistic-styled environment, except for a short bit where it was randomly biodomes and i was in creative mode and accidentally stopped flying and had to find a waypoint to teleport to before i fell into the void, and failed because i had 1,531 waypoints even though only 4 of them actually showed up? and then there was a bit where i was running around planting trees underground to make this underground society of i think goblins stop being hostile, and then i was a spirit (creative mode was suddenly spirit?) and flying around and i flew into a river just ahead of a waterfall and it was cold for some reason despite temperature not being a thing in the rest of the dream then i flew back up and was talking to someone, and went inside and then i was a dragon and also frisk, and i had to save prince 'edward' from someone, there was this giant house/castle/palace thing and for some reason i had to fly between two wings of the house to get him because we couldn't just go through the house? and then i was singing a parody thing of moana's "i am moana" song and then i brought 'edward' to human!undyne, who was suddenly the one singing it, and i called her on it because dream!me was suddenly like "wait this makes no sense" the environment was internally consistent after it stopped being biodomes ETA: and there were consistent scene transitions of me walking or flying or running to the new location it's just that the plot was nonsensical and i kept transforming for a bit it tried to make sense by having the transformations be tied to the not enough items cheat mode buttons, with creative=spirit thing and survival=human
oh yeah i was talking to someone before flying into the river/lake/thing there was an awkward pause in the conversation so i went for a really quick swim and then came back up, it was all very visually impressive but ???? why was asriel there and why was he supposedly prince edward
One of the fear dreams, again, which lead to me being too afraid to open my eyes when I woke up but still was half-asleep, afraid the figures from my dream were standing at the foot of my bed. Usually it's just one creature. This time, it was many, and I saw them up close. Something something angels. The 'angel people', I think. A mixture of half-melted wax, the chickenwire ghosts, and the cheesecloth ghosts. And deep, deep eyes. White except around those eyes, which were surrounded by black smudges. Staring. I don't remember what their purpose was. In the dream I knew they had one, but it was alien. They weren't terrifying by virtue of their monstrosity, but by virtue of me not understanding them.
I had a stupidly cute and calming dream about my pale ship (Breq and Seivarden) cuddling. There was some vague plot-ish stuff going on, but really, it was mostly a dream about cuddling and that was nice.
An alternative history world war, anno circa industrial revolution. Germany had an emperor, and Japan was involved, for some reason. Some party still used tiny rowboats, but there were also some very advanced and very strange ships. Something had happened to the European area, and during certain nights if a ship sank, it came back as ghost ship. Something to do with the Irish, they had a piece of technology? And Germany wanted it gone. (I was a German spying for the Irish, giving my report) The Germans planned to use a captured vessel to lure something up from the bottom of the sea. That was the only plan that had remained after I'd filtered out the ones that were too plausible and were obviously misdirection. (The guys I was reporting to were watching a film and continued walking in front of the screen so I couldn't read the subtitles. There was also a young Japanese ghost girl who had perished the night before and wasn't really aware she was dead (and that we were enemies), and a living young Japanese girl I had captured and stuffed into a portable holding thing to present to my superiors. She wasn't very happy, but I was trying to convince her that if she changes sides, she can be a hero.
i just had a dream in which jack spicer from xiaolin showdown was used in a fandom meta discussion to produce revelations about papyrus from undertale. well, either that or the reverse. i'm not sure.
Today's post-outside recovery crash dream, since they're usually pretty vivid and this one was interesting. Spoiled because looooooong Spoiler: PART THE FIRST Grandma had signed me up for some cool social tappy puzzle game. Except the 'social' part was all in-person (sort of. I think there was communication between hubs and friendly rivalries online and stuff, but you had to Go To A Place to play). The... I guess arcade would be the right word, was all done up like a fantasy tavern. I think there was some VR/AR shit going on? Because most people were in costume once they joined the game, but also later there were some actual physical costume issues so I dunno, dream logic. Anyway it was a cute Mana Series feeling game, but tappy puzzle style played on tablet tables, you could play alone or party up and take on harder monsters. I was feeling spectacularly shitty, and they had a bunk room I guess because they encouraged you to play lots but also not to die doing it? Part of the tavern setup was an expansive kitchen and they had staff come in and check on people who played for a long time to make sure they were doing ok. So I was asleep in a basement room meant for sleeping- double bunk beds all against the walls and in the middle of the room, some beds and bedrolls and mattresses taking up whatever space wasn't cleared for a walkway- when grandma signed me up, then she came down and woke me up and told me I was all signed up for the month, she was gonna go and let me play around and to call when I wanted to get picked up. I can never just fall back asleep again so I got up and started looking around. I didn't play any, just looked at the tables- some for specific game types, a few for current story arc games, guides, The Story So Far, stuff like that- talked to some of the players and staff, learned the layout of the place. The party system had two or three tables, I remember two: one for friends, which would ping when they were all there, and 'random awake' which would assemble a random party from people who were at the tavern and awake. But before I decided to actually start playing I started feeling gross again and wanted to lie back down... but I couldn't find the door to the bunkroom. I remembered where I'd come out, and I'd checked places similar to it, then just checked everywhere, and I could not for the life of me find it. What the fuck. The way the tavern was laid it out it was the main game room as one long room at the entrance, then the kitchens, but the kitchens had a kind of not-hallway of clear space that was a straight shot to another room. It was kind of and kind of not a staff room. You were free to go in there, and it had beds and people sleeping in them, but most of those people were staff and the people who hung out there were staff. But I was at the Check ALL of the Places part of searching and popped in there looking very confused. There was a guy arranging blankets on a bed who saw me and called me over and asked if I needed anything, so I told him. Turns out the entrance to the bunkroom disappears when it's at Max Capacity, for a variety of reasons. They also kick people who aren't sleeping or attempting sleep, because that's what it's for. Pretty much: grandma was allowed a pass because she was waking me up, but if she came down to chat we'd both be kicked because it's Not A Social Space. He said the beds in the not-actually-a-staff-room where free to use, but I'd a) worked myself into a knot of anxiety looking for the vanishing bunkroom and b) mentally assigned those beds as Not For Me. He I guess noticed the conflicted look and mentioned they also had coffee and tea, and I could add myself to a list to get pinged when there's a free bed. There was an interim bit between this and part the first-and-a-half, where I ended up in the kitchens. Suddenly, instead of the dining area of the tavern being the gaming area, there had been an expanded dining area connected to the kitchens, and a stage. There was a lot of red and gold and soft fabric. I... got a little lost in the kitchen area on my way back to the gaming area, I think? And I'd stepped on a loooong strand of beads. Garnet-y red, long hexagonal stones alternating with tiny spheres. So I apologized and gathered them up and handed them to the woman on the other end. She was wearing loose pants, a plain black band of cloth across her chest, and I think some kind of sleeve-thing but that side was also in shadow. The lack of fabric on her top was martial instead of sexy, and she was toned. She was getting ready for some performance on the stage and there was a guy helping her. He's all "well, girl's got most of the beads they belong to her now" and I go ??? (?!) and the girl's all "well you need to get me ready and for that you need the whole thing so I guess that means they belong to you" and they laugh and I'm relieved 'cause I'm not in trouble. And I stick around to watch because I'm curious and they're not chasing me off, and the guy just... wraps this loooooong string of beads around her. But he's a liiitle short and they look at me and I've still got about three inches of it in my hand that broke off that I didn't realize. I think it's the part I stepped on so I'm about to apologize but the girl is... really kind of happy, and the dude is hiding a smile and rearranges the beads on her so it evens out, and the girl tells me it's fine, this is normal, but... "you should join our troupe!" "wat" It's ok! It's fine, I don't have to, she just thought she'd offer! So she takes the beads I still had and hands them to the guy, but first she breaks off one of the hexagons and hands it to me so I take it because I'm still made of question marks. She puts this thing over her eyes, it looked like a wire headband with jewelry roses on it (the thing they do with the petal-shaped things and the wire in the center that curls them around) but it went on her face? She has to go meet with the others, so she and the guy leave. PART THE FIRST AND A HALF: I'm on a quest! I'm playing a fantasy RPG thing but it's not a tappy game. It's an initiation first quest, and it's: escape the thing. I'm in a place made of stone brick. Sometimes there are very small, shallow channels in the floor but they're empty or have plain water in them. I'm not in any danger- there are no monsters or anything, which is good because I'm just me, and also have no weapons or anything. The rooms are just huge and maze-like and I'm lost as fuck. There are sometimes people with dark robes with a gold eye painted on the chest and back, but I avoid them because they all seem to be doing Important Things and I figure I'm supposed to figure this out on my own. I should note despite the Creepy Cultist look they don't seem dangerous at all. I wander, very, very lost and disoriented for a while- I think the place is actively changing on me, on top of all looking the same, being bigger than god's asshole, and twisting in on itself. I crash right into someone wearing shiny black armor, like obsidian, with the gold eye and some cloth embellishments that give it a robe-y feel. Again, should be spooky but the guy radiates chill. He seems pretty surprised to see me, actually, and then realizes I'm on an initiation and invites me to his office to get me out of there. I suddenly get the distinct feeling I'm not where I'm supposed to be, but this guy is really accommodating and he's not mad at me. So we go to his office and he mixes up a drink he says'll take me back, and that when I get back tell my boss lady what happened. I'm not suspicious of the drink because I think that's how I got there? So I drink it and I'm back, and tell the boss lady what happened and she makes this face: :| Good news: I did really good for ending up where I wasn't supposed to! Bad news: I need to do my initiation again because I wasn't supposed to end up at what was apparently 'the Temple of the Order of the Eye' Sooo she gives me another drink, and I end up... someplace. I don't remember. Pretty quickly I figure out what's actually happening: I'm kind of tripping balls. But I still have the bead from the kitchen, and when I rub it things get more clear. I'm in another kitchen. A different kitchen. A literal maze of a kitchen, full of harried cooks. I think this might be a Special Hell for them, but some of them are honestly enjoying it. When I let my lucidity slip I'm in a very dangerous maze- things translate, sort of, to a more fantasy-appropriate version. But I decide I like being lucid so I keep rubbing the bead and navigate the Kitchen of Doom instead of the Ancient Ruins of Whatever the Fuck. I'm dodging hot oil and knives and chefs passing parts of dishes and incomplete plates to each other. It's also cramped, just enough room for me to move but I have to press against people on both sides to do it. At one point a girl stops me and asks me to watch something so it doesn't burn, just let it brown a little more and turn the heat off. Then she disappears into the crowd. I can't read the controls. The girl on the other side of the grill- they're set up with people on each side instead of against walls- is cheerfully offering 'help' while treating me like I'm stupid. I panic more and more- it's gonna burn and it's all my fault, I'm gonna get some stranger in trouble, when a controlled gush of water comes out of nowhere and hits the controls. An impressive woman stands in the middle of the mayhem and reminds everyone not to fuck with the initiates, we have it hard enough. Original girl appears, apologizes, tells me I only had to turn on some burner that keeps it serving temperature, there was no risk of burning anything. At some point instead of being among the cooks I was in a channel where hot oil gets dumped at timed intervals. I also got stopped to try an amazing 'cream peach' soda. The straw kept going all weird like a snake the did NOT want to be held, but the soda was good. For a while I stopped rubbing the stone and instead of the dungeon I was back in the temple? But it was nice and calm there so I decided to hang out. I could see warbly blue stuff come from the channels in the floor now, separating off sections. I could walk through them, easy, but they seemed to mark some divide of some sort. There was a funny bit where one of the guys in robes handed a dude in less fancy armor than the one who helped me a small, thin container and asked him to perform 'the rite of microwaving.' Armor dude's response was pretty much "are you kidding me" and the ?monk?'s just "would it hurt at this point?" and armor dude siiiiighs, takes it, sticks it in a very elegant microwave at the other side of the room... and takes a knee and starts a prayer about microwaving with a voice of 100% done "I cannot fucking believe I'm doing this." I left VERY quickly so they wouldn't hear me giggling. I encountered a monk-dude who gave me a pot of gold bodypaint, told me I was 'ready' and to adorn myself with the Eye. I went "UM" and he stopped and went "oh crap you're an initiate. You're..." "not supposed to be here, yep" and he looked REALLY weirded out by the fact I ended up there TWICE, and he mistook me for a novice of the Order. Something something some people's spiritual frequency is different so they get sent there instead, the second dose I was given SHOULD have been adjusted so I just hallucinated while going through the Kitchens instead. And I went "oh, yeah, that happened." I'm just really keyed to the signal of the temple, so when I stopped being lucid I went back. If I'd stayed in the hallucination version I'd have eventually shifted over as well. I went "please don't recruit me because of this" and he want "haha yeah no we look for it in novices because it makes things easier but we're not gonna make you" I don't know where things went from there, it eventually shifted tracks. Spoiler: PART THE SECOND, NO RELATION I think this one started in medias res because all of the context was POV in my head, not actively dreamed, I don't think? Vague things I remember: my family (I was and was not Myself) was involved with things of Dubious Legality and had Connections. There had been some prior adventure that just ended, which had interrupted my life and several others' and involved clones. I may or may not have been a clone. I/the character I was was prone to 'episodes' where I went blank, would walk to a specific location, and SCREAM. Sometimes there were variations on the theme where I would talk or interact with things that weren't there. Some of these were 'scripted' and occurred frequently. Changes in the 'scripts' were very notable. There was a police officer who was at odds with my family, but it had become kind of friendly? Like he could never get evidence against them and instead of it turning into a grudge where he was going to Get Them No Matter What there was a friendly adversarial thing where he was waiting for them to slip up, but he checked on me a lot not because he expected me to be a weak link and let something slip but because the-character-I-was was a late teen with the aforementioned 'episodes.' First part I remember dreaming: we were at a store. Shit had gone down but was over, we'd gotten out and were at a store for munchies because we had no fucking idea what else to do, and it was a nice public place where whoever couldn't get to us easily. There was argument over snack choices. For some reason, the store had a section of really nice knives? So I noped out and was hanging out over there. Two dudes show up and also start checking out the knives; they're big dudes with a sort of mercenary feel, one on each side of me but not predatory boxing-in. They're talking to each other about shit selection the sad loss of quality of some brand, and Character-Me Knows A Thing about this so I join in. They're not condescending at all, kind of fatherly once I mention how upset I was over some knife being completely stupid, because it was light and small and folded up neatly but did some non-euclidean bullshit to fold/unfold and had a blade that looked like you could snap it off by hand and curved stupid with the bladed side on the wrong side? I showed it to them and I'm like "what the fuck are you supposed to do with this" and they started suggesting quality concealables. (I also mentioned, during the rant, that I got it because I wanted something I could carry anywhere because I could need it anywhere, mentioning "because I'm girl-shaped" instead of "because I'm a girl." With today's bad genderfeels this was very nice, my brain explicitly referring to me as not-a-girl.) Anyway, I had a very enthusiastic conversation about knives with these guys, and because of the way they'd approached and character-me's family as they left I went "can I ask you a quick question?" and the more talkative guy went "no" all amused and left. So there was something involving hair dye- I was looking at purples and trying to remember which brands didn't suck, and one of the guys from the Adventure came up and flipped his shit. He thought I was planning on changing my look so I could leave the group on my own or some shit? But we'd all decided we would Stick Together because going through hell does that, and we weren't sure People weren't going to come after us and we'd be easier to pick off alone. And I'm all "uuuuh no dude I'm just waiting for everyone else to get their shit together? Also I like purple. If we don't want people to get suspicious we've got to act normal. That means I might dye my hair if I feel like it." And he starts talking about the guys I was talking to, and how obvious it was I thought my family sent them and how stupid my coy 'can I ask you a question' at the end was and how they were probably just unrelated and thought I was an idiot? And I went "wow what the fuck" and decked him and he fell into the shelf and somehow this dyed his hair very bright green? I told the others I was done with Sticking Together and besides I felt an Episode coming on, they knew how to contact me, fuck this shit I'm out. And someone went "but wait we agreed" and I went "dude you've seen me you know there's nothing gonna stop me from getting where I'm going when I blank out, I may as well leave of my own volition now" and no one could really argue with that so I started to leave. But right at the door there was a guy character-me had a kind of red/black/pale clusterfuck with and he's all "yo, I'm going with you" and I went "nope, sorry dude. For starters, we've established I can tell Real You and the clone apart. And you're the clone." But he follows me out anyway. I've already got a car waiting somehow because dream logic. I'm telling him I don't want to deal with ANYONE right now, fuck off, also: he hasn't stopped being the clone. I get in, he gets in, I ask the driver if he can kick him out, sorta-boyfriend goes "our accounts are linked," driver gives a helpless shrug because welp, sorry, nothing he can do in that case. Our accounts ARE linked. At some point I give some gesture to sorta-boyfriend clone that I'm also a clone that replaced the original, maybe? There was the implication at some point. And I was just giving him shit because we were in public and it had been established I could tell them apart. There was a bit where the driver couldn't find the driveway to the cemetery I was headed to, because there was a dirt road at the side of it that kept coming CLOSE to connecting with the main road but not? There was also a bit with him all "why the fuck are you two teens headed to a cemetery at 2AM on a Friday night... NEVERMIND don't wanna know." Copfrenemy found out I had used the app to get a ride and pulled the poor guy over, he was very Concern because none of us had disappeared long enough for official reports to be filed but he'd been keeping an eye on my family and knew I went poof. But I'm in full Episode autopilot, as soon as the car stops I pop the door and start walking and the cop's just -SIGH- and the driver's all "what the fuck we're not even there yet, also I was hoping for a tip" and the cop's all "dude she's in Unstoppable March mode you ain't getting shit" and puts an arm out and I walk into it for like two seconds before I realize there's an obstacle and walk around it. So cop and quadrant-clusterfuck-clone follow me to the cemetery and there's a bit with a cat that's a 'script', the cat's been dead ten years and only I can see it. Except when copfriend explains about Smoke the Dead Cat I say a poem about Smoke and Betrayal and he goes ! Because the script changed and that's rare and significant. And quadrantfuck-clone is just :| because he Knows. And I go up this loooong staircase in the middle of the graveyard, and there's a kind of shrine-y place, with little crosses hanging that makes it VERY ominous, and the 'camera' keeps panning and there's an Actual Necropolis. Like, Suddenly City. Suddenly rooftops, as far as can be seen a City For the Dead, all empty. And then I woke up.
I was sick yesterday and had an odd dream. First, I was in a forest thing, in a very large house inhabited by a lot of Toriel recolours. The dream seemed unaware that everyone except me was a Toriel recolour. Inexplicably, I was male. Dream!me noticed and was confused and upset by this. Anyway. The forest was in something like a valley, but even from the treetops the other side was invisible over the horizon...it just kept going down. There were no oceans, I think I was staring down off a continental shelf. The upwards slope also went on and on and on-way up above the clouds, until the sky above was dark blue. For some reason there was snow, even at the top. Toriel Village (it was a village, consisting of a few mansions with many people each, and the house I was in had enough forest around it that I couldn't see the other houses clearly) had a bunch of puzzles, mostly preventing people from continuing down the valley unless they could see straight and have decent motor control-this was actually explained later as stopping people from just keeping on going down even after getting nitrogen narcosis and therefore stopping deaths from oxygen poisoning. The only puzzle I remember was an annoying one with a clam and a chicken-wire-y fence; you couldn't cross the fence while it was down, you had to throw a weighted thing at the end of the fence to the giant stone clam and if you hit the inside of the clam it'd close and hold the fence up. It was very annoying, especially since it was flat for a bit on both sides. But I knew there were lots of other puzzles. The area I was solving the Clam Puzzle from was a garden sort of area, there was a pond with frogs and fish in it. It was a food garden. There was moss on all the paths. Then I was heading up, and screwed around a bit with making weird life-forms, like some bizarre hybrid of Impossible Creatures, Thaumcraft and Avatar: it was magic-based, I had to research things and scan, alter and combine animals to produce the weird life-forms, and the result was an unconscious shell that I could transfer my consciousness to. There was lots of climbing around in the huge trees and some really interesting lore that I forgot as soon as I woke up :( But I remembered that there were a whole bunch of different sapient species, and I needed to meet them all for some reason, but they were scattered amongst air-pressure zones. Also there were quests. Then I sequenced-broke and was a floating thing on a snowy mountain. It still continued a little upwards but not as much. There was a village, they were farming Needleleaf Carrots (as in, the Creatures mod plant), and they were all frog-people. Vaguely cartoony, like MMORPG style, black-with-red-bands-on-the-wrists-and-ankles, naked, genital-less frog people. With their names floating above their heads. Inexplicably their species name was Great Old Ones. They had nothing eldritch about them at all. One wanted to go down to the forest and visit the village that could just barely be seen. I had to tell them that they couldn't because the air was different there and they'd get sick and die. :( Then the dream got derailed by me making a beetle thing with a set of mutant legs that were way too long and had way too many joints coming out of its face beside its mouthparts. They folded up real small but it could extend them really fast to punch things. I put a normal beetle of its base species in control of it and it flew around punching birds. The last ~4 minutes of the dream were just beetle punching adventures.
Now in the proper fucking thread. - Donald Trump was giving a lecture at my university, in which I was pretending to the administration that I was actually a skeleton in a particularly convincing human suit, as did a bunch of other people. The two were related but I don't know how. I'm sitting in front and manage to excite the crowd enough to get the entire thing evacuated. - There was, for some reason, a tramway in the university's town. I mean, I'm not complaining, that's decent public transportation for once. Also, it was snowing. - A high building filled with small bedrooms, with two or three of them sharing a mutual shower, but you had to exit your room and go to the shared-by-those-rooms corridor (which was still separated by a door from the common areas) to access it. Dream!me, trying to find her room, stumbled upon a lot of naked people. - A city built on a flat island in the middle of a lake. It was linked to land by a white bridge, with a pedestrian lane on the left side and what used to be a road on the other, but it had just been turned into a high-speed rail commuter track. My dream character commented on that.
I used to dream regularly when i was little about this water park set in and around this huge mountain that had a bit of an ethereal quality to it, it was large and had many smooth rainbowy gouges in it that led to huge caverns that glowed with a strange luminescence. there used to be this one cave under renovation but never seemed to be worked on that if you went inside, it was all smoothed out for something to go there unless you went to the back and around some corners to a hole in the wall leading more toward the center of the mountain. It was super nice and quiet exploring the inner caves i remember, i was the only one who knew how to get in and i learned more about it the more i dreamed about it. The mountain also had this giant staircase that lead to a semirickety bridge on the outside and if you climbed it it led to a giant waterslide that went partially through the mountain and spit you out at the bottom. It was definitely way bigger inside than possible, sometimes interdimensional shenanigans happened. The rest of the park had its own crazy stuff to go along with it, but specifically last night i went back to the park. The reno cave was done, it was turned into a cultish body empowerment sort of thing where you had to complete steps to be allowed into the inner sanctum which was the back of the cave. I desperately wanted to see the inside of the mountain again so i did the bullshit and when i got back there it was all smoothed out, high ceilings and walls, weird ass glass cases filled with shitty fake ancient artifacts, and no hole. It had been sealed. I tried to go along the outside path, and they had somehow dissapeared the stairs. To be fair the bridge was a huge safety concern but i now had no way into the mountain. My attempts eventually led me to get involved with some sort of rebellion folks and paint was involved? We were like running a chop shop of cars from the upper crust and the cult folks and dismantling involved a lot of paint. Over all im just left with longing for the mountain though. Weird ass dream
i had this dream where someone was growing apple trees, but they were neon green and wouldn't stop growing apples, there were so many apples, picking the apples was a full-time job like all year the apples were normal-looking and unusually good tasting and the guy got so desperate to get rid of them he made a boat out of apple seeds
Convo with young boy in dream: Him: My grandma used to keep her radiation in a jar diluted with crow oil and set it in a casket covered by a sheepskin rug. Know what she got the next morning once? Me: What? Him: Death Me: *Wakes myself up with startled laughter*
I looked at one of @Aondeug's posts about contacting a deity in a dream involving an elevator, and I'm remembering a nightmare I had recently. I and several random people (I have a lot of background characters in my dreams, they never have names and rarely have recognisable faces, but I remember pink and green T-shirts) were on a giant elevator to Hell to speak with someone who was either an underworld god or a Fair Folk king. I don't think it was Satan but we knew he was a very dangerous and deceptive being, and looked sort of like the Judderman from those creepy ads, with blond hair and green Robin Hood-esque clothes and I think red eyes. The trip would take forty years, but we didn't age on the way. The elevator was an open cargo lift travelling in pitch darkness, like you'd see in a mine shaft, but every day it stopped and one or more of us would have to get out and enter a regular-looking apartment (a different one every time, I mean), from which we'd have to steal books to stay occupied on the journey. I don't know how we were supposed to read in pitch darkness, and I don't remember whether we also stole food, though I think we did. I vaguely remember us taking milk. I think I remember the surroundings were dark but we and the lift itself were clearly visible, so that might be it. When we finished the books we'd leave them in the flat we'd reached that day and sort of assume the resident would get them back to their owners. I don't know who the residents were, and we never met them, but some of them were still in the flats while we were stealing their stuff. I don't remember what we were supposed to say to the guy when we got there; we did timeskip to arrival, and everything was very traditionally Hell-like with red stone walls and murky lighting, and he said something to us as we were leaving that we knew was lying and going to get us in danger somehow, but I don't remember what we said or did. I feel like there's a story in that, or possibly some sort of meaning I'm supposed to find, but I have no idea how to make it make sense.
One time, I dreamt it was Thursday. That's it. There's nothing else to it. That's the one dream story I always tell people.
Not this night but the one before was mostly a stress dream, but there was one funny part where people were making candles out of nightshade, using it like waxberries, so they could get high off the atropine.
