I know, all that complaining and stuff, when it was really the best gig ever.



Oh no, wait, the beatings. At least nobody dares to [censored] with me now.

I bet they didn't when you were dealing out those beatings either.

Oh har har. I suppose that does explain how most of my dreams involve me trying to kill something, or something trying to kill me.

I have had two recently that I find extremely odd. The first one I had was at school (haha, oops).

Anyways, it went like this: I am just going to lunch at school, but instead of my normal cafeteria, it is all "Ghetto", There is graffiti on the walls, trash on the ground everywhere, people wearing baseball caps sideways and pants too low, rap or hip hop playing in the background. I walk to the lunch line and ask the lunch lady for food, when a very fat african-american man walks up next to me. "Gimme some food" he says. The lunch lady says something like "you must wait in line". Then the large man picks up a metal napkin dispenser, like they have in restaurants, and crushes it in his hand. He proceeds to then advance in the line. I look back to the lunch lady, who has now turned into a man resembling Gary Busey. He pulls a rope hanging from the ceiling and balloons and confetti drop from the sky...
Then I woke up.

Dream 2: I am lying down in bed in my room when some lightning flashes outside and I see a man standing in the corner of my room. He is wearing tight clothing of some sort and a mask made of a burlap sack and rope wrapped around his neck. He crawls toward me on all fours and whispers "Put this under your bed" as he hands me a dirty ragdoll. I put it under my bed and go to sleep. Lighting strikes again and I see the doll laying outside of my bed. I put it back under. It happens again, and I put it under again. The third time it happened, I (for some reason) decided to leave it. The man with the mask then appears in the corner again. This time though, he crawls towards me in a jerky, spasm-y fashion. I am hearing a loud ringing noise and thunder and lighting are striking extremely frequently. The man crawls up next to me, puts his face right up to mine, and then....
I woke up.

I rarely have dreams, but when I do, I remember them very clearly.

Mine was about me fighting some large, flail-wielding, gray humanoid in a pitch-black void with that van from Scooby-Do in the background. I think I had a sword.

Okay, so my dream last night was a giant exercise in frustration.

I was trying to find a way to infiltrate a secure facility- in fact, I’ve been trying to get in for the past few days, and so far, nothing’s been working.
The top portion of the facility resembles an abandoned scrapyard, or metal-recycling plant: lots of open terrain scattered with heavy machinery, a few crumbling office buildings, and piles of crates and industrial scrap. It looks perfectly incongruous, which indeed is exactly how it’s supposed to look. It’s surrounded by a chain-link fence. There is one large, heavy gate that’s usually bolted shut. It’s staffed in shifts by a single guard who spends his (or her) time wedged into an eight-by-eight kiosk.
Aside from the front gate, there’s just one other conventional entrance: it’s hidden in a warehouse some two hundred yards away from the main area, in a field of waist-high grass and poppies. In one corner of this warehouse there is a trapdoor, equipped with a ladder. It leads down to a narrow hallway, which doubles back on itself to join up with the main bulk of the complex.
The facility itself is… I don’t know if it’s a re-purposed mine shaft, or some kind of former missile silo, but it’s circular, about two to three hundred feet deep, and wide enough for two jumbo jets to pass abriast of each other (with room to spare). Encircling the main shaft are hundreds of private laboratories, cells, storage areas, and barracks. Where the walls aren’t brushed steel, they’re paneled with thin screens of… I don’t know what, but they project an optical illusion of light patterns (on grass, trees, water, etc). Everything is bitterly cold and illuminated by long, pale banks of blue or white cathode lights.
I know the layout of this facility like the back of my hand. Ironically, I know almost nothing about the classified projects taking place inside it. Or how to get in without (more or less) walking through the front door. That’s my current assignment… and it’s why I spent a good portion of last night wedged inside a packing crate, trying to avoid being crushed to death.
See, I had been observing the exterior part of the complex for a while, and I figured out that a lot of the supplies are delivered by fully-automated systems. Although there are security cameras everywhere, and I know the crates are scanned periodically to determine the contents, I was fairly certain I had discovered a workaround. So I stuffed myself into a small-arms crate, surrounded myself with boxes, and tried to make myself as inconspicuous as possible.
In retrospect I probably should have realized that the robotic arms would turn the crate around during transport, and place it with several other crates of roughly the same size and weight. Instead, I rattled around like a pea in a pod, trying to protect my head as I was repeatedly pummeled by many hard-edged, heavy, shifting objects.
Somehow the crate I was in was assigned to the wrong area, as well, so I had to cut my way out before being dropped into an industrial compactor. What fun!
Oh yes, and then I discovered that the storage areas were guarded. Plus there were checkpoints in place. And retinal scanners. So I spent the rest of the night alternately trying to avoid discovery, and crawling around in ventilation shafts. At least no one shot at me this time.
Damn it, Sforza, even when you’re not trying to kill me you are trying to kill me. ?_?

I hate those dreams.

Metrophor, dare I ask what Sforza has to do with this?

...Or do I even want to know?

See, my dream last night was about a giant rabbit that could turn normal size. And it nibbled on everything. Very friendly, nonetheless. I was in this combination cruise ship and island with ferries and I went to a swampy island where I found the bunny.

Not that bad, truth be told, except the island/ship was structurally unsound. I got flooded on once or twice.

I was running across a grassy field. I was going for coffee that was being served under a great spreading sycamore tree. But it started to rain, and the coffee shop people moved down by a river. I kept running and running, but got farther and farther away. So I stopped. It became cold, the wind was blowing, and I was getting soaked. My husband called me on my cell phone and asked me to pick up cigars. It annoyed me. I was tired, damp, and cold.
I ran under a tree and tried to find a dry spot between the roots. A little door in the tree opened up, and the roots spread apart with a creak.
I tumbled down into soft dry earth, and felt nice and warm. I started to sink, with roots going farther down in the ground, all thready and winding, kind of like a coil mattress. I could see sort of a light in the tree canopy/hollow tree hole.
Flowers bloomed, mushroom colonies thrived, and leaves sprouted and fell. I'd dropped my phone somewhere, and didn't care. Someone was asking me in a rather pleasant voice if I wanted toast and honey with my tea. I had a blanket, and was warm and toasty. I could hear bees buzzing, and a man with blong hair and brilliant blue eyes was telling me it was time to get up.
It was time to get up, the alarm clock was going off, the son was sick, the hubs was sick in the bathroom, and the daughter was eating breakfast and waiting on me for a ride to school. LIFE.

Your dreams are always really depressing.

1. This happened two nights ago. I'm sitting in my house with my friends at 9:00 in the morning. Suddenly, I get a text message saying that my identity has been stolen and all the money in my bank account has been emptied. I tell my friend, who exclaims that he'll find the criminal. He runs outside and jumps into a U-Haul Truck that is filled with fancy mirrors. Without waiting for me, he drives away. I run after him, and after a while, I'm on the main street of my town. Apparently, I forgot all about the identity theft thing, so I run back to my house. When I get to my house, I realize the sun is setting. In less the minute, the time jumped from 9 am to 6 pm. I try to open the doors, but they are locked. So I sit on my porch. Then I woke up.

2. This was last night. It's a warm summer morning (completely opposite to the 4 degree weather I'm getting now), and I'm riding a bike across town. As I pass by a house, a fat guy, who is standing in his yard, yells at me, saying that if I don't help him, he'll ruin my life. So I stop. Apparently, he has a hobby. He likes to light cherry bombs, throw them at his fence, run after it and extinguish the fuse before it explodes. And for some reason, he needed my help running after the cherry bombs. So naturally, I help him. He throws the cherry bomb and I run after it. It bounces off of a wall. I grab it and extinguish the fuse, but when I look at it more closely, I find out it's not a cherry bomb, it's a ball-point pen. So we go over to his picnic table and eat sandwiches while he builds a lamp out of Lego bricks. That's when I wake up, and find out that it's 7:20 and I slept in.

Last night, I had a dream I was dangling the USB cable on a mouse under the side of my bed that's against the wall, and something was trying to take it and was making these wierd growling noises. It scared the [censored] out of me and actually woke me up. My first nightmare O:

Then after I fell back asleep I was dreaming I was sleeping (?!) and was woken up by rapid clicking noises and the volume knob on my stereo moving around real crazily. I thought it was real and woke up again.

The good news is I didn't wake up feeling depressed like I normally do on Mondays :thumbsup:

I find a lot of her dreams to be really amusing, even hot. I am quite frankly very envious. Of something.

I had an odd but relatively mundane dream last night where my family and I were all kidnapped, and enslaved in some kind of mine. I was quickly separated from my family, and didn't see them for the rest of the dream. The mine was huge and dark, clearly at least partly a natural cavern, and many other people were there, working. My job was chiseling at a square pillar of rock, and I'm not sure whether I was supposed to just break it down to rubble, or if something was inside that I needed to extract. Leading the operation was an old man in a suit, who never seemed to have any guards or other goons, yet all the slaves did as he said. In fact, we didn't even really hate him. The reason was that even though he was a kidnapping slavedriver, he was apparently the the most kind and generous kidnapping slavedriver ever. He unlocked our chains, packed us into trucks like we were going to smuggled over the border...and then drove us all to a huge waterslide-themed amusemant park and paid for everyone's admission. Much fun and sliding and awful fair food was had, and then it was back to being chained to a rock.

I am always sad for the lack of dream anolysts to try and make sense of my dreams.

...Rhekarid, for some reason that last part really reminded me of a dream from years ago. I can't remember the exact details, but it did in fact involve a fascist death camp that gave all its prisoners a free day on a water slide.

I recall stealth-killing a few guards just for the fun of it. When I got caught, everyone seemed shocked that I would do such a thing.

Ah, it's just that the facility in question is his. Or partly his, anyway; I always got the impression that Sforza only represented one branch of... whatever the hell it is he belongs to.
See, I've been inside the facility plenty of times- enough that I know how to find my way around, at least. The trouble is, most of the time I was preoccupied with trying to get out again (a dilemma often accompanied by lots of breaking glass, raised voices, and gunfire), so I only have a vague idea of what the complex is actually for.
While FIAT is perfectly content to work with this nameless, science-oriented cabal, it does not work for my company. Which is why Internal Affairs seems to be perfectly content with deploying spies.
I'd be lying, too, if I said I'm not curious. I remember, from my last few panicked searches for the exit, catching glimpses inside some of the laboratories:

-Equations -written in an actinic, indecipherable scrawl- hanging in midair

-A wall full of what appeared to be x-rays, the subject matter bizarre and most emphatically Not Human

-A door that opened into nothing, and I do mean that in every sense of the term (no up, no down, no illumination, no depth, no substance)

-What appeared to be some sort of non-euclidean biome

-A room with ranks and ranks of dimly-lit, hermetically-sealed vats

-Another room crammed with banks of monitors, each screen displaying a different video feed. I don't know for certain what the subject matter was, but the labels over each screen suggested they might have been people's memories


I guess technically speaking I could try just knocking on the front door, but something tells me that approach would... erm. Not be the greatest of ideas.

...Depends on how uneasy your uneasy alliance with Sforza is.

My personal way to get in would be to make an alliance with the beasties that live underneath midpoint, then just get them to burrow their way under the base. From there, you make a small cubbyhole, pull up a loose tile, and start exploring..

My two cents.

Def, this is the guy who repeatedly kidnapped and tortured me for -as far as I can gather- the sole purpose of seeing just how much punishment my body could take. Also he shot one of his own colleagues in the head for feeding me information. How uneasy do you think it is?
also I do not particularly want to be eaten by lovecraftian horrors but you may be on to something there

Have your dreamworld send some recruitment letters to mine for some backup. My dreams have all sorts of crazy monsters you could totally take off my hands.

I knew it was uneasy. But if, say, Heller and Sforza's equivalent higher-up forced you two to work together, something could be done.

Also, don't take Rhekarid up on his offer.

And you said some of the beasties down there might not all be evil. Some actually pretend to be people, you've said. Get one of those to help you.

Well Metro, if you see a guy walking around with Pokemon and Pikmin, that means our subconscious universes have merged.

Oh, I'll work with Herr Doctor if I have to, don't get me wrong.
And I actually volunteered for this assignment, so I suppose there's that. (Remind me to write about how I got myself into this situation in the first place, sometime...)

Hmmmmm. It is true that the ones who look like people will usually at least ask you your name before they decide to chow down on your delicious, delicious organs. And if they won't help, well, there's always C4. >.>
ALL RIGHT. I'ma do it.
If I remember.
I had better remember.

EDIT:



Wait. WAIT. THAT'S IT. > : D


also I'll keep an eye out, rmc, because that would be kind of awesome.

If you don't, I'll pester you until you do!

I have begun a RPG game in my head. Every time I fall asleep I begin to picture the exact point that I left (woke up at) last time.

I have started to play games in my sleep and then when I wake play games also.

Does this count as weird?

I had a dream I was running from the police for whatever reason, and I approached my house and on it was a sign that bared the writing "This is not an exit"