OK, let's continue the conversation from the last thread.

We might as well call this 'Metrophor's Dreams,' considering how much of the previous thead revolved around her dream-city, Midpoint.

So yeah.

I had a dream that I got permabanned from the BSGF.

I had a dream I got banned from YouTube for no discernible reason.

Guess I'll be productive and post.


My weirdest dream was rather........trivial and stupid but none the less weird.

I'm walking through a large field, like the ones you see in a nice quaint painting. First thing I see is a large group of Manchester hooligans and David Beckham charging a group of Brazilian hooligans and Joseph Britz Tito (Yugoslavian leader circa 1955) . I first think I'm in the middle of an ugly sports related showdown, but it gets all the more weird when both begin to center their horde onto the field, and then.........they start dancing to the sound of " A numa numa". Talk about weird, I'd never thought imagining David Beckham and Joseph Britz dancing to the beat of Romanian Techno.

History doesn't get any more messed up than that.

I'll see if I have an odd dream tonight after reading all the ones in the last thread.
Hopefully not shamelessly ripped off from the ones I've read though, or scary. I hate scary.
That's if I remember it if I have one.

When I used to play BC2 religiously, I would keep having dreams that I was on the first stage of Valparaiso, near the attackers spawn, and I would be sniping. I would see a solider through the brush take off because he had a jetpack. I would take aim and try to snipe him, but I would always miss.

Even my dreams have poor hit detection

mine have ridiculous slow motion sequences...

Most people can do things in their dreams that they can't do in real life. I however, have pretty much never successfully used a firearm in a dream. I did shoot a guy once, but he fell to his death, so it didn't really count. I'm more proficient in real life than I ever am in my dreams, where I'd be better off using the weapon as a club.

Lol.
All your thread are belong to us.



Oh god, I can see it now. Being zerg-rushed by forumites. XD
Hey, just be loud enough and I'm sure I'll find you eventually. Population of fifteen million be damned!

(I'm still typing that description. Curse you, obsessive detail. ?_?)




I'm not sure you'd like it there, though. It's leaky. And cluttered. And hot.
Also it occasionally smells of things best left undescribed.
Not unlike like the subway tunnels in NYC, come to think of it. c:

Sounds like Fulton St. station when I'm going to college in the morning. Hot as hell when it's summer and bone-chilling cold in the winter.

I had a dream yesterday where I was in my local mall's parking lot (it's a pretty small mall, most of the stores are closed down) so the lot was empty, leaving only a new building in the middle of the lot in sight. It was just a really small square building, whitish bricks made up the back and sides, and gray painted bricks with a glass door made up the front. I walked in, and it was just a small curio shop, selling old toys and knick-knacks. I bought a little something and left, but this is where crap got weird. The dream went black, and then flickered back into sight as me standing outside of the building again, but this time things were off very slightly. The building looked older, the whitish bricks stained tan, and the grey front was lighter. I went in again, exactly as before, except the clerk too appeared older, not by much, but visibly so. Again, I bought a small object and walked out. Blackness, then the outside of the building. This repeated about 12-13 times, each time aging and becoming a bit more eerie. Everything kept getting weirder and weirder, the shop once filled with toys and trinkets became filled with dust, then with dead creatures and skulls. Then I woke up... I wouldn't describe it as a "nightmare", it didn't scare me, but it was unsettling.

If I had to describe my dream, it would be one extremely long nightmarish tale... Too bad I have to go play CoD. :3

Last night's dream involved two tieflings (from DnD, for the uninitiated) who were lovers separated by an unjust system that jailed them in separate nations. I was trying to reunite them, and I failed. One of them died defending the garrison in which he was imprisoned. The other died of heartbreak. All that was left of them was the male's longbow. It's the last thing I saw before I woke up.

It was rather tragic for a simple dream.

I dreamed a dream that I was dreaming a dream and in that dream I dreamed I dreamed a dream about me realizing I was dreaming a dream and in the end the dream dreamed the other dreams away.

Even if it were possible, it's probably best I don't have the dream-control to visit. Worst case, some of my less friendly dreams might follow and make things unpleasant. Best case, I'll be chasing around the visiting cosmic horrors and yelling "Come back! I want to ride you!"

The weirdest dreams of all are the ones you have right before you wake up, precisely because those are the ones you end up remembering in the greatest detail.

For example, last night I dreamt that me, my brother and our friend were going together to a town that's approximately 12 km away from the place where we live. Then the three of us sat in my brother's car and he drove us to an airport which was apparently 100 metres away from our house, only there wasn't an airport at all but just a part of the road which we were driving on was transformed mid-way through from a road into an aeroplane interior. He parked near the road-aeroplane hybrid and since we had a dozen minutes before our flight my brother decided that we could drink something beforehand so he asked me and our friend what he could get us. I asked for a glass of wine, but he decided that he wouldn't get me that but something random, so we got into a fight and I hit him over the head with a pack of cigarettes. None of us drank anything and we quietly boarded the road-aeroplane hybrid and as I sat down into my seat I realised that I forgot to take my MP3 player with me.

And then, fortunately, I woke up.

I was once in a unfamiliar room and all the furniture was shaking or vibrating across the floor. Some weird post traumatic earthquake fear?

Reminds me of the time we had a small quake years ago, I thought it was the washing machine on steroids. Then the news came on to give news of a fault line.

Another dream I'm reminded of was of a zombie like woman wearing a grey dress chasing me through a house, she was hovering not chasing and looked like how the Lord of the Rings movies depicted orcs.

Also remember giving a preschool teacher a backrub once in a dream. Out of all of them, this is the most haunting.

I tried last night, but I think I broke reality, and I sort of hovered from odd place to odd place. At one point I was in a burning barn, then I was in a 2D aspect helping Koopas mine for brightly coloured boards, then I think by the end I was riding on a kangaroo chasing after the Mexico train in RDR. :blink:

The other night I dreamt something weird:

I was standing at a fork in the roads with some people. A voice told us to make sure to take the good path and not the bad path. However the bad path had a light at the end of it, just past a cliff face, not too far from us, whilst the good path looked dark and overgrown. Someone in my group wanted to take the bad path. In the dream I remembered that part from Finding Nemo where they were supposed to go through the abyss and not over it.
There were four dark motionless shapes down the bad path, just before the lit up part. The guy who wanted to take that route shone his flashlight down and lit up the dark shapes which were four lions, sitting staring at us. On being lit up, they started to move and we legged it down the good path, knowing they meant us harm. We were joined by a group of tigers who seemed to be on our side and who led us the way through the undergrowth and down a steep rocky hillside, at the bottom of which was a stone building/construction with a "lake" of shallow water inside. That's when the tigers turned on us and I ran across the water. A tiger jumped me and I tried holding its head underwater to drown it. Then it was joined by another and they both jumped on me, one sinking its teeth into my arm. Just as I thought it was all over, a shape started forming in the shadows, it turned out to be a panther. The tigers were scared by it and ran off; I took the chance and ran off in the opposite direction out of the building into a courtyard of sorts. Immediately I looked for a place to hide, but every place I went seemed too small or insecure. There was a bridge crossing which was the way out, but at first I was too scared to take it in case the tigers came back. But after some time of waiting and trying to hide, I eventually started to cross it.

Then I woke up

The sum total of what happened to me last night.
I went to sleep, then I woke up 9 hours later. Absolutely no dreams that I remember.
Damn my feeble mind. <_<

Believe it or not, I spent the entirety of last night just wandering around my dream-city, trying to fix details and landmarks in my mind. It was kind of nice having a quiet night for once.
Trust me, those can be pretty hard to come by sometimes. >.>
With any luck, I'll have a working 'map' of Midpoint's layout before long. Depends on how busy it is at work today and whether or not I am discovered scribbling furiously into a notebook.

Also, I woke up this morning and discovered that my cat had decided to use my head as a pillow. It was like wearing a hat. Yes. A hat that purred.

"don't interrupt me, I'm committing this to memory for BGSF!"

its bad when i have dreams of threads getting locked on this forum...

I've done the did so much of an activity that I dreamt about it.
Was up at four am Saturday, the son had a race. Followed by errands. Then grocery store. Then meeting friends for dinner. Then a dance, followed by driving kids to a party, followed by driving kids and friends home. Got home at 2 am Sunday. Fell asleep and dreamt I was driving down the most lovely flower lined, smooth, even roadway.
I had Chris Isaak on the mp3, and was feeling all chill when someone shook me. My husband said he came in for bed, and found me laying there, with my hands and arms outstretched, and hands in the ten and two positions. I was shiftting gears too. He woke me up.
Today, my errands were run on bicycle.

I once had a dream (in middle school) that my gym teacher made all the boys wear women's clothing and jog around the gym. The girls sat there and laughed at us. It was supposedly for some tradition.

Another dream I had (and by far the most nerve-wracking) was (when I was about 7), my little brother and I were walking with this old woman. You couldn't see her face, because it was covered by a black veil, she wore a black dress, long black gloves, black shoes, and a black veil. On our left side were ruins from a castle, on our right was a river.

My brother fell in and when I pulled him back up, he was bald, dark-skinned, and trying to bite me with a maw of razor-sharp incisors.