probably because im planning a road trip, the other night i had a dream where i was planning to go to summer camp for nonbinary people, but it took a while before i remembered that im also diabetic and this was likely not a camp that was designed for diabetics
i dreamed that i found a swastika on a wall, and instead of crossing it out or scrubbing it out i wrote underneath, "nazis = incels on meth" since the swastika wasn't crossed out, people assumed they went together, and that nazis were now proudly identifying as incels on meth. it became a viral news item. like, morning show voice: "nazis: are they incels on meth??" the tiki torch brigade was sooooo mad
We were in someone's basement, full of cardboard boxes. One small box had an arrow drawn on it with the word "Down" written. That arrow indicated the direction of gravity, in that if you turned the box, that changed which direction gravity pulled in. This would have been enough of a problem if it were't for the fact that there was another box which was "heavy" enough that, if it touched a boundary of the room, also changed the direction of gravity so that it was on the "floor"; whichever of the two boxes was moved most recently would determine which one would take effect, but of course changing the arrow box also caused the "heavy" box to move, and at some point I accidentally let go of the arrow box so that didn't help. It's a good thing dream-me doesn't experience vertigo or nausea.
plot of a series of dreams: there was a bisexual enby protag who stumbles into a motorbike shop/biker bar and kinda got adopted by the patrons and a colour coded group of bikers who sometimes show up and are sorta personifications of different aspects/emotions of riding a bike?? they only ever show up on the road to either cause trouble or stealthmentor the enby protag or both at the same time protag first sees them after a celebratory drinking session with accompanying plot explanation gets interrupted by a mental blackout so like theres two big bads? one in the living world, that one was responsible for the death of the protags parents? and the disfigurement of one of the supporting cast (she looked like 2b, was a pianist, and covered a glass eye with her hair) and the bar/shop owner, plot twist!, works for living world big bad. what does lwbb do to warrant their big bad status? no fucking clue. theyre also fighting against the other big bad, who was apparently god?? and like. an accumulation of dead souls. "heaven is full of nasty people, its why im not there" said one of the ghost supporting cast the protag first saw the colour coded bikers and the ghost in a vision/dream during the mental blackout and they might be confined to those? also i tried pitching the plot at my moirail in a dream and they were like "dystopian slice of life urban scifi? you should watch motorcity" and i tried to describe the colour coded bikers as trying to "nazghul protag into [plot point i cant remember], if nazghul were chaotic neutral instead of evil" (some stuff i coaxed out of the context after waking up: the dream actually didn't make it clear whether the power rangers colour coded bikers were hallucinations or ghosts and if other people could see them, but they were definitely not mortal, and might never have been maybe like crowley and his bentley -- everyone else subconsciously avoids them and their attention drifts away from them, and you can only really perceive them if they want you to there was some sort of all-factions biker honour code -- theyll fight god, the world, and each other, but smol things and animals get protected only protag and 2b expy can see the proper dead people ghosts, protag since the mental blackout after the celebratory drinking session, 2b expy since she got disfigured by lwbb the bike shop/bar has an upper story that doubles as an inn lwbb is empathically not good, but they have a damn good reason to go against the 'nasty souls in heaven', which are some kind of greater scope villain, but no idea on *their* plot)
I was in a history class. I think I was a pilot or remote operator or something of a giant mechanical dinosaur (think MechaGodzilla or Trypticon or the like: big, metal, T-Rex shaped, some sort of mouth cannon) learning about the time a thousand years ago that said giant mechanical dinosaur was unleashed and wreaked havoc and destruction across the land. I felt compelled to ask the professor, very quietly, about a dark intuition I had. "That last time, was it a presidential directive or an act of Congress?" And the professor just stared at me in shock for a moment. Then his expression shifted into resigned disappointment and he replied "yes." Something something something even less subtle allusion to nuclear weapons than the source material. Also the implication that the United States has lasted at least a thousand years and at some point transitioned into calling itself an empire.
I was following some guy, a Generic Gamer™️ with depression who had recently died. Upon getting to the afterlife, he was given a deal: he'd be sent to hell and do various things there like fight Bad Guys and "NPC" monsters, and see if there were any Good Guys accidentally sent there to rescue. In exchange, he would get some points, and once he got 1,500 he'd be able to leave - though he could lose points from various things. While he was doing his somewhat tedious and slow thing, I moved a bit farther down the path, and entered a sort of court surrounded by buildings, which would just get taller as you got farther up. There were ramps and stairs on the outside of those, but it was probably going to be extremely slow, so I just started flying up. I met a bunch of people, who I initially assumed to be NPCs because they seemed to be relatively free (all the people we had previously seen were behind the door to a "level"), and because they were constantly talking about the same stuff. I eventually figured out, however, that these were people who got the same deal. It was impossible to always get the right amount of points, you'd always fall just short - but everyone who was there was the type of person to never even consider the idea that they got tricked. They'd just keep going like this forever. At this point, I got a sort of flash of a bunch of what seemed like YouTube or livestream comments mocking them. I dropped back down to ground level to warn the other guy, and immediately woke up.
In the most coherent dream I've had in years, I was watching an LOTR/The Hobbit style "bunch of misfits go on a quest that they're totally not cut out for" only instead of a mix of races it was all hobbits. Just, a dozen copies of Merry and Pippin getting into nonsense. Like, imagine if Peter Jackson had, instead of hiring Howard Shore to do the music, instead got the guys who composed Yakety Sax. The part I remember best was that they took down a giant via hundreds of what would have been sneak attacks if they weren't screaming in panic the entire time, but fortunately there were at any given moment a bunch of other screaming hobbits to distract from the one currently attacking. Gandalf was there, mostly to point and laugh. I think Arwen and Aragorn showed up at some point and got dogpiled by hobbits, maybe even during the giant fight. Of course, this being a dream produced by my brain and not an actual movie, there was a digression into the backstory of whatever the hell caused these hobbits to leave the Shire, presented in text form.
There are two bits of dreams I remember from last night. One involved my mother getting unusually paranoid and completely locking us inside the house, after which point I ended up learning that one of the three Corsican nationalist student unions hadn't been invited to Saturday's event for the protection of the Corsican language (Note that, obviously, they're definitely all involved in it in real life), that they got angry, and that my mother immediately assumed they were out to kill her. Obviously, she ended up forgetting to lock the front door, and a bunch of people from that did come in while she was in the shower - it's just that they were mad at her because they thought she was responsible, not to kill her. Another is really vague, but one minor part of it was that I learned Nick, as in seebs and Jesse's son, who had obviously always been a shapeshifter, had been stuck as a cat for the last few days. He still managed to type relatively okay, but it was obviously going to cause quite a bit of legal issues. That being said, I wasn't sure I actually believed this, it seemed a bit far-fetched and I had only heard of it happening once, and even then Tumblr user glumshoe's deal with randomly turning into a goat was more of a were-whatever thing.
Spoiler: Old dream but it's still on my mind I dreamt that my middle school best friend swung by in some kind of pimped out car Like, heart decals and balloons strapped to it, this pink shade and he was like "Hop in man it's the Datemobile" And it turned out he'd actually been trapped in a time loop so he just had spent like a decade scheming out how to get me the perfect date for some reason So he got this girl that I actually did have a crush on back in middle school and he set us up somehow for this romantic boat cruise on this amazing looking misty pond He drops us off and then I was like "You know what, everything my main man said sounds really great but I feel like going to McDonalds" So we did that instead We go to McDonalds and it's a surprisingly great time But there's also this thug dude there that has these gigantic braces on his teeth and he has like, supremely high brand loyalty to McDonalds At some point I make a comment disparaging the place and he challenges me to a fistfight on the roof, but I realize that by climbing a ladder I can just kind of pull it out from under him somehow and like it's Looney Tunes he just kinda hangs there in the air before plummeting to his death I'm like "Oh shit I just killed that guy" and freaking out about it when my friend turns up again, on the roof with his dumbass car and he's got a shovel in the backseat and he's like "Grab him, this always happens" Then I woke up, utterly baffled.
worst dream worst dream worst dream :( started out super great! i had a baby polar bear, it hatched out of an egg and it was the size of a kitten, and it needed to be fed with an eyedropper. but then my house kept getting bigger and more full of strangers, and i kept getting shoved into a smaller and more cluttered space, and people were mean-laughing at me and talking over me and keeping me away from the things i needed to take care of my baby polar bear. and seebs just kept their distance and laughed. there was a nasty girl who kept piling bottles of ink in the hallways, on the stairs, and all over my bookshelves and bed, and when i moved them or knocked them over trying to get past she'd get furious and vengeful. she put ink in my polar bear's milk. and seebs had a crush on her and always sided with her. and i had to go get more milk for my polar bear, because it was hungry, and these hostile crowds wouldn't even let me out of the house... god, it was awful. when i woke up seebs hugged me a lot and told me it was a silly dream. that helped. i'm really sad i don't have a cat sized polar bear tho.
all i remember from my dream was some self-righteous person ranting about how everyone these days is so vain, and pointed at me as an example because i was combing my hair. and i had this moment of thinking whether i should point out that i'm the ugliest mofo in the room, and i'm unshaven and wearing sweatpants, and they're pointing me out because i'm applying basic hygiene, and this is silly? or should i just trust that everyone gets it? and i concluded i'm too lazy and i don't care, so i ignored them. this didn't stop them, and they were really loud and invasive and annoying, but i reckoned engaging wouldn't fix that. i just kept combing my hair and playing a phone game. i have a vague impression this was a small part of a much larger and more exciting dream, but by the time i woke up it had morphed into finding fascinating new underwater villages in minecraft, so that moment is all i remember. i guess the dilemma of "do i correct someone who's so far off target they're not even Wrong, they're just a damn mess" is something my brain is working on. i wish it luck. i don't think that one really has a solution. but it certainly was satisfying to decide i can't be fucked to deal with that one. mostly i want those underwater villages to be real. they had mer-villagers that were half testificate and half squid!
I dreamt I got turned into an ancillary à la Ancillary Justice, which is about as body horror a dream as you might expect. What was unexpected was the fact that one of those wire scalp massagers was involved.
I dreamed I was playing an epic 3D space exploration, mining, and combat game, kinda sorta like Homeworld but more free-form. Key difference was that the homeworld was in a dense nebula which limited telescopes to seeing only a few lightyears. So no one knew how big the universe was, we only knew of a handfull of systems, and we had to physically travel to see further and explore. There was a bonus though, in that you could scoop the gas and use it as fuel. Imagine the moment when the first ship exits the nebula and sees the whole universe out there... Hope we have enough fuel to get back...
Sometimes my brain tries to give me nightmares, but is really bad at it. Last night's dream apparently I was watching a horror movie for some reason, and the tension was ramping up and the protagonists got separated and everything was shadows and flickers of movement and dissonant, skittering music and low drones, and I found myself wondering why I was still watching this, I hate jump-scares because of course my heart rate goes up and I get a momentary shock but it's not pleasant, it's just irritating the way that an unexpected camera flash is irritating and so I was bracing myself because for some stupid reason I couldn't look away and then suddenly I woke up. I guess if "nightmare" just means "dream that is unpleasant" then maybe my brain does okay.
i dreamed i was tending bar at a pirate themed strip joint called Smitty's Titty Committee. its claim to fame was that there were no enforcers, if you acted up the dancers themselves would go upside your head with a rum bottle. it was very popular. there turned out to be a lot of guys who had a particular fantasy of being beat to crap by a girl in a g-string and buccaneer boots.
