Ayup, this be the case.

Last night I dreamt I was on a beach and this blue woman was buried in the sand calling for help, naturally, being the very helpful person I am, I ignored her and carried on walking. Seconds later I'm pinned up against a beach hut and she's opening my head Sylar style.

Oh and thanks for answering the question, TeeHee.

I had another creepy dream last night..

My science teacher Mr Kershaw turned the Astroturf stadium at my school into a concentration camp for year 7's. I always thought the stadium looked a bit prison-like, it has really high metal fences with spotlights surrounding the pitch and only two entrances. Anyway, all the year 11's (My year) were his soldiers. We'd go collect the year 7's and throw them in the stadium/concentration camp. A frend of mine called Peter was second in command, and he'd sit by the gate at a desk and write down the names off all the children we captured (and eventually killed).

I think I must've skipped ahead a few months because I wasn't in my uniform anymore, I was wearing tattered rags and I was standing in a line into the camp. Peter was taking the name of the person in front of me so I asked him why I was going in. He frowned and looked away. I walked out of the line and changed back into my uniform when Mr Kershaw asked us to go to a meeting in his science room. We all went there and he informed us that his sister's birthday was coming up. This made us really angry for some reason so we tied him up and threw him in the school pond. Peter was so upset he shot himself right there, even though he helped. Then we set the year 7's free.

... *Gasps for air*

I always felt like School was a prison too, one where the inmates run it.

I had a dream about a bunch of dancing rabbits.

got it...dude...i had the Colonel Radec avatar on there too...

my dreams are really the same things over and over now...Piers Arkan is a subconcious thing...sort of, got the Name Piers from Golden sun 2, Arkan is just some made up name...

my PSN tag is PiersArkan my clan tag in World at War is BGSF, and when Black ops comes out, i will etch BGSF into my rifle...in the words of Dave Chappele...YEAH!!!

So, guys, I have a question for you.
Does anyone here have recurring characters in their dreams (besides themselves, I mean)? Because I've got a whole bloody ensemble, and I'm curious to see how many other people do too.

And incidentally, if you do have recurring characters, tell me about them.
Tellllll meeeeee. *grabbyhands*
What are they like? What roles do they play? How long have you known these people? That kind of thing.

(Sharing is caring, y'know. :3)

Within my daydream world, there's quite a few. One's a special ops soldier who's a bit of an Action Survivor/Badass Normal.

Sapient velociraptors, a legion of eldritch insects, the [censored] hunt of hell, and a twisting redbrick maze that gets gradually darker and traps me. I've seen that last one so much that I consider it to be its own entity. I could probably draw a freaking map of it.


To elaborate, the dinosaurs basically rampage around and try to eat everyone, the insects come in all shapes and sizes and are there for the disgust factor mostly, I have a recurring one where I run through the farmland and woods being chased by men on horseback with shiny torches, swords and dogs, and the maze is just [censored] annoying. I nearly got all the way through it one time. Usually I collapse into a blind and distraught heap halfway through.

Also some petite blond girl that follows me around, generally doing nothing in particular, just being odd.

Oh, and I suppose the members of the resistance count. Usually different people, but occasionally I see the officers in their shiny black jackets. Heh, now I have one for real that looks like the ones they seem to insist on wearing.

Nope, never. I'm hardly ever the same person in my dreams (I was male in my most recent and asian in the OP) and everyone else seems different too. Sometimes I'll see a relative here and there but usually my dreams are completely different.

ok so theres: Commandant Piers Arkan(or sergeant...depends on when i think my dream should take place) Piers Arkan is usually a young male with short, blue hair, he somewhat embodies qualities i've wanted to have, and places i'd love to be.

Lucrezia (my avatar is an example of what she looks like) a blue zombie cat chick that kinda stalks that character i dream through(like a main character, ill dream as me, the Piers, then other characters)

Alejandra (best desription is http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs47/f/2009/220/3/6/Helghast_units_by_avenger09.jpg she has short white hair that covers one of her blue eyes. she wears the gas mask without any of the optics, you can see her eyes and hair) her face looks kinda like http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs31/f/2008/218/f/c/MGS4___Laughing_Octopus_by_Naroon_X.jpg kind of looks like my ex...acts like her too...

the Werewolf...http://wallbase.net/wallpaper/178095 the stone armor i've described before...http://i577.photobucket.com/albums/ss215/PiersArkan/ArmacomTitan.jpgbut it is also made of stone...looks a little more fuller in its structure..

the experiments...these hybrid things that are all kinds of crazy...think the hunger from Morrowind..

My dreams can be pretty varied and are very rapidly forgotten, so it's hard to say. I know have had some strange dream deja vu before; sometimes I'll have a dream that I wake up feeling positive is exactly the same as one I've had weeks, months, or even years ago.

The only recurring character I can say with certainty is Jing, who I hate with a truly unexplainable passion. Dreams with him have a different "feel" from other dreams, and are very rare (I've probably had no more than 5 in my entire life) but it's very definitely him each time. The constant theme in these dreams is a sense of great, relevant importance. These are dreams of sudden revelation and invention, where your brain pieces together some problem that has plagued you for days, or produces some brilliant idea that you delight over upon waking. The problem, however, is that Jing is involved.

In my experience, he literally seems to be the subconscious personification of my personal failure, inadequacy, and flaws. Everything wrong with my mind, every mistake and bad decision that was entirely my own fault, everything I can't do for no other reason than "I'm not good enough." He appears in these dreams of revelation, and ruins everything. How he does so varies with the context of the dream. One, for example, had a "secret agent" vibe to it, where the focus of the dream's importance was in a briefcase I was stealing, and Jing was a rival agent. In the end he succeeded, and made off with the prize. What's odd is that he never seems to be acting out of malice or anything, it's just what he does. His role in the dream just happens to be at odds. Sometimes his actions don't even seem to be directly related, but their culmination at the end just happens to dismantle all of my efforts.

What's really odd is that while I've never had a lucid dream, and never know I'm dreaming until waking up, Jing always seems to know. At times he uses it to his benefit, and everything he does has a carefree flavor to it like it's all a game, and he's the one in control. Just as these dreams have a feeling of enormous importance to them, I'm left waking up with a terrible sensation of failure, like I just busted my ass taking a class I need, which will change my life, and being handed a giant F. I never get another chance. It's an awful feeling, and not surprisingly, I loathe Jing. Why the manifestation of every aspect of my personality that I hate about myself takes the form of a young Chinese man, I have no idea.

Mostly, the Adversary. He leads an army that's made up entirely of dead, forgotten dreams. It numbers somewhere in the trillions. And he wants to get in our world. He thinks I'm a conduit into the world. Either that or I'm some kind of pillar. He doesn't usually manifest himself; to do that, he has to get a massive foothold in my dreams. Instead, he makes my dreams... dark. From that primordial blackness his servants slip through. Then, they start corrupting my dreamscape. Most memorable time was when I was having a very nice dream about a very pretty girl. At least that's the way it started off. By the time the dream was over, half of her body had been replaced with a twisted wrought iron sculpture/prosthetic thing. And she had gone insane. And she was trying to kill me.

Luckily, dead dreams are ridiculously easy to kill... in the right frame of mind. Unfortunately, you can't ever really kill a dead thing, especially when all it wants, all it ever wanted, was to be real. The Adversary promised dead dreams that with his plan, they would all plunge into reality.

I really hope to all that exists that this is made up and in my mind. Some days I wake up and I'm not sure, and that's the worst thing. Not knowing if it really is all in my imagination. I mean, when it's bright out, it's easy to look at the logical and the rational and dismiss the dreams as nothing more. It's at night that sometimes the fear that I'll look into a mirror and see a trillion shadows marching into this land comes creeping through.

I haven't heard from the Adversary recently, thankfully, but I don't know what that means.

Another recurring character is the Mustache Man. He has a mustache. He is misanthropic and knows the secrets of the universe. He's sometimes willing to share them with me (well, secrets of the universe in my dreams; he's the dude that showed me the book on how to become a ghost), but I don't know why. He doesn't really emit a vibe of "I'm a good guy" so much as a vibe of "I want to use you for my own ends."

He's not the Adversary in disguise, nor is he one of its agents (at least not a for free servant; at worst, he's a mercenary).

Now, the weird part is that even though my identity, power level, and setting changes constantly, there's some loose plot involving me defending my dreams from the darkness and trying to figure out what the Mustache Man wants.
Him I'm seeing more of.

...Is it a handlebar mustache, or more of a Snidely Whiplash mustache?
I ask these things for Science, of course. :3

Also, I'll type out some blurbs about my own cast of characters in a bit... makin' pasta at the moment. It requires most of my attention.

It's kind of a straight deal. No tapering off, no Snidely.

Almost like Charles Bronson, but slightly thicker. And blondish. Think of the one in Rhekarid's avatar, it's kiiiiiinda like that. Kinda.

EDIT: Except it dun droop.

Also, the guy kinda looks like George Costanza's dad, only with a thicker, more imposing frame and he's not funny. Ever. Also, his hair is full and wavy. And he's not quite as old. In his fifties or sixties.

I tend to remember the majority of my dreams. Some of them get written into stories.

Deffy, the more I read about the Adversary, the more he (it?) sounds like the Devourer from my own dreams.
I have never seen the Devourer myself; I've only seen the effects of its presence. Just as well, really, since my mind would probably snap like a twig.
It has many names, and as many faces. Best way I can describe it is some kind of... cosmic horror that feeds on negative emotions.
It is the physical incarnation of everything that is wrong with the world- hatred, apathy, greed, terror, insanity, vice... you name it. I guess you could draw parallels with Neil Gaiman's Endless in that it's not really a deity per se; it's more of an idea that has somehow gained a consciousness.
Its sole purpose is to make everything else exactly like it- to absorb the world and everything in it, and by doing so, create an extension of itself.
However, since it doesn't physically exist in our world, it has to work through intermediaries. Like nightmares. And people.
It knows about the physical world, and it. Wants. In.

Cheery, I know. >.>

Is he known in your dreams?

Ask Heller what he knows about this dude. And what, if at all, his work with other dreamers has to do with stopping him. Also, my other questions that you haven't asked yet. They're, like a few pages back.

I dunno why, it's just so weird that we have dreams with world-rending abominations in them.

I'm pretty sure he is known in my dreams. People just don't like to talk about him. I think they don't want to risk attracting his attention.

(And indeed, I shall ask questions. Oh such questions shall I ask!)

Ahem. Now that that's out of the way... some of my own recurring characters:

There is, of course, my employer, Michael Heller. As I've mentioned before, he's the Head of Internal Affairs in my dream-city- all my marching orders come straight from him.
He's mostly in charge of ensuring the city's ruling power stays in power, as well as exploiting the weaknesses of potential rivals and keeping an eye on the populace.
He's in his... I dunno, mid-thirties probably, and is around 5' 9" or so in height. Usually he's sitting down when I talk to him, so that's just a shot in the dark.
For a man with that much clout, Heller's surprisingly nondescript. He has what my mom would call a 'face-shaped face': five minutes after you're out of the room, you forget what it looks like.
Blond hair, blue eyes, dresses predominantly in shades of grey.

The most badass thing I ever saw him do was shoot an attacker point-blank. In the face. With a shotgun.
(Mind you, this attacker had more teeth than the Osmond family and was fixing to rip his throat out with them at the time. Heller didn’t even blink.)
Like I said.
Bad. Ass.

Then there's Marie, who lives in one of the seedier areas of the city, smokes like a chimney, has to be around sixty years old, and makes all my specialized ammo. Some things I go up against just shrug off ordinary rounds... I think I've counted blessed lead, silver, gold plating, and depleted uranium amongst the things that go into my magazines.
We’ve known each other for a long time; way before I ever signed on with FIAT.
Officially, she's a technician who periodically goes around repairing Midpoint’s public transit systems... I think she's got about fifteen people in her team. Cranky as all hell, but then so would you be if you had to deal with an endless stream of irritating (and usually minor) problems. Not-so-officially, she smuggles goods in for the less legal elements of Midpoint.

There’s also Sergei Agricola, who aside from my sister is probably the closest thing I’ve got to an actual partner. He’s a member of FIAT’s paramilitary- I’ll have to try drawing the uniforms sometime; they’re like a hybrid of Combine, Jin-Roh, ordinary riot armor, and Waffen SS in design.
He was actually undercover when we met, several years back. He bailed me out of a seriously unpleasant situation, and we’ve been trading backup ever since.
I still think it wouldn’t kill him to shave once in a while, though; every time I’ve seen him with his faceplate off he’s had this ‘six o’clock shadow’ look going.
His voice reminds me of Bruce Campbell’s. Oh how it makes me lawl. XD

The Adversary and the Devourer, huh? Sounds a little bit like El Odio and the Phantasm who I fought in my daydreams some time ago.

As I said back in my PM's, I haven't heard from MY world-rending dream abominations recently either. Maybe them and the Adversary and the Devourer are off on a retreat getting chummy and trading stories of psyche-breaking.

Have you told Metrophor about yours yet?

You ought to PM her about it.

You know, all of these world-rending entities sound like... wait for it...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amatsu-Mikaboshi.

I'm sharing that with both of you, since it fits both of them.

most of my dreams involve people in my life, and usually are based somewhere I spend a lot of time. Most of my dreams are usually at home, school or somewhere in my neighbourhood. So I guess I have a recurring cast as well, because friends and family always appear in my dreams.

*reads*

....
Holy freaking hell. :C
I'm guessing this must be a pretty universal concept, then.
That sent chills down my spine. *curls up into a ball*

And also, yes. You totally should PM me.
DOOOO EEEET. I MUST KNOW. : D

Trust me, Metro.

When you read it, you won't be half so excited.