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My dream from a few nights ago:
I was sitting at my dining room table, along with the kids from this tv show called “Are you smarter than a 5th grader”. I’m not certain, but I think I was DMing a game for them. At some point in the game / conversation, the simple math equation 7 x 3 came up – and in the dream I was momentarily stumped by it.
The kids looked at my incredulously when I hesitated over the answer. “D.A.B.” they kept saying. “You should know this, just D.A.B.”
After a moment, the answer came to me, and I said “It’s 21 of course – what the hell is D.A.B.?” But they wouldn’t tell me.
The dream shifted perspective to me asking people, looking on the internet, researching dusty tomes, trying to find out what D.A.B meant / was.
Man, I have some odd dreams...
Here's last night's:
Mar's fairy godmother or whatever warns us to be careful with the bear. At least, it felt like her protector. Yep, this dream is pretty weird. I'm in a sort of woods setting. Then the bear comes over. It's a cub. Mar goes and pets it. It steals my brother's stuffed panda bear (now how did that get in there?). we try to get it back, without scaring it. I'm afraid the mother will come. We fail to get the bear, and it leaves. Okay, now my whole fgamily is here. Fairy is gone. They decide to get some honey. From a beehive. now, I'm scared of bees, so I left. I ran down to the aquarium. Yes, weird Don't my dreams know of the pains they're putting me through, here?! The aquarium is sort of merged with the camp. I'm still not certain which is which. Anyways, ya know how those aquariums have big rooms, surounded by glass, so you could feel like you were with those sharks? Not very pleasant but anyways, I am asked if I want to swim in there. Because lots of poeple were swimming in there with the sharks. And there were some cows (yep, sea cows in an aquarium. No, actually, real cows). Of course I said no. Finally, I went back to the camp. Theuy have this huge thing of honey. HUGE. I taste a bit on my finger. yum. But then, I feel a sting. Jeez, I take a tiny bit, and the bees take their anger out on me?! i don't see the bee, but I do see the stinger. I feel bad for the honeybee, who would now die.
The dream goes on, but it just gets weirder and weirder and I would just confuse you. Anyways, I kinda forget.
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Had a cool sci-fi / fantasy inspired dream last night…
I was part of a group of people who were exploring and colonising a new region or possibly planet; we seemed to be a survey team and or “border patrol” type thing, and we were armed with a mix of archaic and futuristic weapons – swords and axes, but also laser guns and plasma cannons and stuff.
My companions and I were human, but this place was also inhabited by hobbits (whether they were there before us, or they came with us I’m not sure), and hobbit and human settlements in outlying areas were being found attacked and abandoned – we were investigating this.
We’d picked up rumours that there were creatures that lived in the deep forests and some of the old ruins in the area. I had become a little bit separated from the rest of the group as we were exploring an old, overgrown ruin near one of the abandoned settlements, when suddenly pathfinder goblins (straight from the cover pic of Burnt Offerings) started swarming out of doors, windows and crevices. I was almost over-run, but managed to cut down a few and cut an escape path, running towards my companions with the goblins hot on my heels.
I reached the rest of the group, and with the addition of energy weapons, managed to beat the goblins back. I went after a few who were trying to get to where we stacked our supplies, whilst most of the rest of the group went after the ones who were retreating further back into the ruins – when I heard yells and screams from my companions in that direction.
I ran into the ruins and saw that the goblins had rallied around their commander – this enormously obese humanoid, zombie cyborg type creature that seemed to be impervious to our lasers and swords, and was throwing my friends around like ragdolls, ripping off arms and biting off heads. We finally managed to knock it into a hole, and trap it there.
The dream skipped forward some time; we found out that the goblins etc were a prelude to an alien invasion and now I was a space-ship fighter pilot trying to fight them off. The spaceship dogfight was happening very high up in the planet’s atmosphere, so the ground, forests and lakes and stuff could be seen very far below us. Our side (including me) were flying BSG Viper-like fighters, whilst the enemy fighters were delta-winged, and their three or so capital ships were bulbous, looking a little like fatter Mon-Calmari cruisers from Star Wars. There was laser fire flying everywhere, and I kept moving in to try to strafe one of the capital ships, but kept having to break off my run to dodge two missiles that kept following me. I woke up just as one of my wing-men was shot down by the missiles.
this enormously obese humanoid, zombie cyborg type creature
Sweet Orcus on a Pogo stick? Mammy Graul cyborg? O.O
I dreamt of rose petals and wolves last night (kinda tame looking at Mothman's dream...)
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie
And that I was the star of the movie
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I recently had a dream where an ooze of some kind was dragging people through a huge boardwalk/dock type of area that was over a gigantic swamp, in which the ooze resided. It would seep up through the cracks in the decking and envelope them, except for their heads, and then forcefully pull them back through the cracks and seams in a horrible bloody fashion. I woke up several times throughout the night, usually right after someone was taken, but was able to return to sleep and pick the dream up where I left off.
I kept trying the old D&D standards to damage creatures but I couldn't figure out how to bypass it's DR.
Hope I can pick it up again, I wanna beat it.
FH
gaming group and I...were attacked by white mice.
Mice in dreams are usually not a good thing, just fyi.
Last night, I dreamed I was about to make a presentation to several classes on Al Gore. They looked severely disinterested, so I *tongue-in-cheek* blurted out, "Hey, you may want to pay attention. . . this is about AL GORE!" I got lots of laughs.
Then it merged into a dream where I came upon some old roleplaying friends: Tony, Dave, Thad, Dixon, Brian, Ben, Neal, and Kurt.
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An old vivid dream I had: I had made this mask of a face bare except for kelloid tissue and exposed muscle, and I had dreamed of my mask as the face of a small boy. The boy wandered around in the village. Everyone the boy touched dissolved into ashes instantly. When it touched a horse, the horse' flesh dissolved, but the beast did not die. It began to follow the boy as a living horse skeleton. When I woke up, I painted it.
I had a dream a few nights ago that was kinda odd...
See, there was this kid. Who was evil. Very evil. LE. So him and eight of his friends went out to take over the world. On tricycles (probably borowed from the antichrist riding one in Good Omens) There were all those horrific storms of fire and lighting and stuff people associate with the end of the world. Then there was a schism. All nine of the friends had a big fight and formed the nine D&D alignments.
The most bizzare part (for me) was the fact that I was featured in no way shape or form in this dream. Like I was watching it on TV. Oh, and the whole dream was a cartoon. I forgot to mention that. Yeah, that was an odd bit.
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I had a dream a few nights ago that was kinda odd...
See, there was this kid. Who was evil. Very evil. LE. So him and eight of his friends went out to take over the world. On tricycles (probably borowed from the antichrist riding one in Good Omens) There were all those horrific storms of fire and lighting and stuff people associate with the end of the world. Then there was a schism. All nine of the friends had a big fight and formed the nine D&D alignments.
The most bizzare part (for me) was the fact that I was featured in no way shape or form in this dream. Like I was watching it on TV. Oh, and the whole dream was a cartoon. I forgot to mention that. Yeah, that was an odd bit.
Yeah. Odd. Just a malenky bit odd. Note my sarcasm.
Ugh... I had a horrible dream last night... I hate big spiders...
A few years ago I had a dream where I was tallying treasure earned in an adventure; I was trying to get a total value and I woke up a while after I was done totaling it. The weird part was that the sum that I came up with was pretty accurate.
well, I still dont dream; been paying attention; wake up in the morning and nothing comes to mind about any dream I may have had so I guess my prayer is still working.
My dream was, um, bizarre last night. I dreamt that I was talking to the Great Eye about programming. (A big eye floating in a cubicle surrounded by servers...yeah. >.> )
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My dream was, um, bizarre last night. I dreamt that I was talking to the Great Eye about programming. (A big eye floating in a cubicle surrounded by servers...yeah. >.> )
So... are you saying that Mr. Teter is actually the Machine Messiah from WoD?
Anyways, a month ago, I had a weird dream, where a swarm of black somethings were crawling up my legs, and I sprinted out the front door... only to wake up, outside my trailer, standing barefoot in gravel, wearing only my underwear. -_-o
Then yesterday I dreamt that one of my battles had faked his death, and Wil Wheaton was apparantly involved.
I keep having dreams about my best friend's boyfriend. They aren't sexual or anything, usually we're driving somewhere without her and having a lot of fun. Last night, though, was just us watching TV and holding hands. Just as we were about to kiss, BAM! I woke up relieved we hadn't. Odd. I think my brain is telling me to get a boyfriend.
Edited, becuase I apparently can't type. **;
Odd. I think my brain is telling me to get a boyfriend.
You think? Just maybe? :D
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I keep having dreams about my best friend's boyfriend. They aren't sexual or anything, usually we're driving somewhere without her and having a lot of fun. Last night, though, was just us watching TV and holding hands. Just as we were about to kiss, BAM! I woke up relieved we hadn't. Odd. I think my brain is telling me to get a boyfriend.
Edited, becuase I apparently can't type. **;
Several years back I was hanging out a lot with a girl with whom I was in total self denial about how much I liked – mostly cos we were both with other people at the time.
One night we went out and got quite drunk, and the next morning I woke up (at home, alone unfortunately) with this vivid memory of kissing her goodnight – and a very tender yet passionate kiss at that… and I couldn’t quite tell if it was a dream or real. Turned out it was just a dream (after a few tense moments seeing her the next day – should I say something? Why isn’t she saying anything?). But I could not shake the image of that kiss out of my head.
And yes, some months later when I finally kissed her for real, it was as good as the dream kiss.
:-D
It's the same dream night after night. I spin in frantic confusion within an ichorous black cave system. Polarized daylight dribbles down mournfully from narrow tunnels leading up to an outside I've never seen, barely illuming the maroon ore striations that form the vein work of this great stone heart which pulses no more. I am but the errant corpuscle. I am the memory of warmth in the lasting chill and dark. Howling winds form a tremulous din of distant whispers, begging me to, "bring them all with you."
Then I usually wake up in my own sick, clutching my granddaddy’s cleaver, the antique one that survived the fire.
Anyone wanna come over and sing me to sleep?
It's the same dream night after night. I spin in frantic confusion within an ichorous black cave system. Polarized daylight dribbles down mournfully from narrow tunnels leading up to an outside I've never seen, barely illuming the maroon ore striations that form the vein work of this great stone heart which pulses no more. I am but the errant corpuscle. I am the memory of warmth in the lasting chill and dark. Howling winds form a tremulous din of distant whispers, begging me to, "bring them all with you."
Then I usually wake up in my own sick, clutching my granddaddy’s cleaver, the antique one that survived the fire.
Anyone wanna come over and sing me to sleep?
...not really.
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It's the same dream night after night. I spin in frantic confusion within an ichorous black cave system. Polarized daylight dribbles down mournfully from narrow tunnels leading up to an outside I've never seen, barely illuming the maroon ore striations that form the vein work of this great stone heart which pulses no more. I am but the errant corpuscle. I am the memory of warmth in the lasting chill and dark. Howling winds form a tremulous din of distant whispers, begging me to, "bring them all with you."
Then I usually wake up in my own sick, clutching my granddaddy’s cleaver, the antique one that survived the fire.
Anyone wanna come over and sing me to sleep?
Real name: Randolph Carter.
Real name: Randolph Carter.It's the same dream night after night. I spin in frantic confusion within an ichorous black cave system. Polarized daylight dribbles down mournfully from narrow tunnels leading up to an outside I've never seen, barely illuming the maroon ore striations that form the vein work of this great stone heart which pulses no more. I am but the errant corpuscle. I am the memory of warmth in the lasting chill and dark. Howling winds form a tremulous din of distant whispers, begging me to, "bring them all with you."
Then I usually wake up in my own sick, clutching my granddaddy’s cleaver, the antique one that survived the fire.
Anyone wanna come over and sing me to sleep?
How depressing for me. If I was a drinker I'd pour myself a gin and Miskatonic.
I had a dream the other night that my old friend was eating a big chepa looking peperoni pizza, and one of the pepperoni flipped over, and a mouth came up out of the pizza and said "Momma".
Another dueling dream. This time, it was two-on-one. Me vs. Brendan and Jamian, two annoying coworkers. I think I won, but I'm not sure.
*Sighs*
You really need to stop these duel dreams...
I had a really bizzare furry meets steampunk meets fantasy dream. Once again I was not in it. This disturbs me more than the "furry" bit because I am almost always in my own dreams. I felt like I was watching anime in my sleep.
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I had a really bizzare furry meets steampunk meets fantasy dream. Once again I was not in it. This disturbs me more than the "furry" bit because I am almost always in my own dreams. I felt like I was watching anime in my sleep.
Some people would consider that a good thing.
By the way, I read 'Rhaomi', and it didn't suck. In fact, I liked it.
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Alright, one rather cool and one rather bizarre dream to report.
The cool one was from a couple of nights ago. I was an expert swordsman (swahbuckler style) who, along with two companions were trying to help a small group of people escape from this castle / palace type place. The escapees (I’m not sure who they were) had in their possession some item or information that was really important to get out of the palace.
My fellow protectors were my sister, who seemed to be some sort of scout or pathfinder – she knew the way out and was guiding the group. The other guy was named Barak, he was this hugely muscled, armoured guy with an axe. He and I were running interference on the forces that were chasing us, trying to give the others a chance to escape. I had the advantage of having in my possession a masterwork rapier, gloves of spider-climbing, a ring of regeneration and boots of striding and springing.
The palace we were in was huge and grand, with massive tall vaulted halls, overlooking balconies and galleries, and seemingly endless passage ways and chambers. Various traps were scattered around the place. The finishes and materials of the building were of very high quality – gold, marble etc, but the decoration was very subdued and simple.
The forces chasing us included various mooks – mainly skeletons, which Barak smashed through with his axe and I tended to deal with by leading them off balconies (jumping up to higher elevations, or clinging to walls whilst the mooks tumbled to their destruction) or leading them into ‘Prince of Persia’ style traps, like crushing stone blocks, giant choppers or saw blades.
However, there were two “leader” type bad guys who were much tougher to deal with. Barak and I got split up from each other and the rest of the party, as he tried to head off the massive, giant sized undead or golem type creature with flayed skin, exposed muscles and flash, wild eyes and great strength, and I dealt with the deadly elven swordswoman.
She used a rapier as well, and a similar fighting style to me, and had an orb of resurrection. She was more skilled with a blade than I, and I only managed to hold my own through using my magical items to remain mobile and out of reach. At one point I managed to make her fall off a high balcony onto the chamber floor far below, but she soon came back to life and caught up with me. Eventually I led her through a chamber filled with wraiths (2nd edition ones apparently) which I avoided by scrambling along the ceiling, while they level drained her.
This gave me the edge in skill over her, I could now beat her in a sword fight, and I kept killing her until her orb ran out of charges.
I caught up with the rest of the group, but found that Barak was not yet back. He soon caught up with us too, but now he was riding the giant undead thing – helping it catch us! I don’t know why he’d changed sides, but now he seemed determined to stop us.
I told the others to run while I tried to hold them off or lead them the wrong way, but my rapier couldn’t get past the creature’s damage reduction and I didn’t want to attack Barak. Fortunately he didn’t want to kill me either, and my ring of regeneration kept me alive when the creature flung me into walls or off drops. There wasn’t much I could do to slow them down, but I did manage to lead them off onto the wrong path a few times. At one point I led the monster into a giant saw blade trap, which split it clean in half down the middle (somehow avoiding Barak), but the two halves just joined back together and it kept coming.
When I awoke, I had caught back up with the rest of the group, now in a series of catacombs and tunnels below the palace, and we were hiding in a room, hoping that our pursuers, who were not far behind, would take the other fork down the nearby tunnel, allowing us to escape past them.
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The bizarre one was last night. I was apparently a renowned musician (I’m not), or bard as I pretentiously called myself in the dream, player of the flute, clarinet, piano and violin (I don’t) – and I had long black hair in a very cool style (nope). Oh, and it was the future.
I was in a very futuristic looking music classroom, which was apparently part of a colony on Pluto, and I was being offered a job as musical director of ‘Pluto Idol’. I accepted the job, but needed to head back to Earth first to tidy up my affairs.
I don’t know how long the trip back to Earth took, or what form of transport was used – it seemed like I was in a train carriage, and I slept through most of it.
I got back to Earth and wandered around doing various things. I arranged to sell my house and my grand piano; I caught up with an old friend, and an old girl friend; I had a brief fling with another ex-girlfriend, and then got really upset when I learnt that she was now in a relationship with another friend of mine; I took some long walks down country lanes; I hung out in a café; I had an argument with an old woman about my hair; I said good bye to some relatives who were dying from cancer.
Eventually I ended up in this dark, oppressive looking underground complex, which was apparently home to some sort of organization or church or cult that I seemed to have once belonged to. All the people there were over-friendly and kept urging me not to take the job, to come back and join them, and they would ‘fix’ me, but I had no desire to be fixed. I got talking with a guy who’d just joined, and wasn’t sure he wanted to be there – I urged him to leave.
I went into another part of the complex or a connected one, and ran into my friend Andrew, who was apparently the head of a band of mercenary soldiers, and was soon shipping out to Mars. He suggested that I come along, and I agreed, since my immediate family was on Mars.
My family, it turned out, were also in some sort of military organization on Mars, and both they and Andrew suggested that I should join the military – but I wasn’t sure what use a bard would be in the army, and I also didn’t want to end up fighting against either my family or my friend (who seemed to be in different groups); I also didn’t know what I would be fighting.
So my dad and my brother took me along with them out to the “front”. We were in this sort of wilderness a few miles out from some domed towns, and there was a haze in the air. Suddenly, people with weapons started appearing out of now-where and riding on horse type things that weren’t quite horses towards one of the towns. Our military started shooting them down, and soon defeated them. My dad explained that enemies kept coming through these rifts, and that they were sure they could find some use for me if I stayed. That’s when I woke up.
I had another anime dream last night. Which is odd, because I usually dream in first person, about myself, and not in cartoons.
The anime chick that was aparently the protagonist was a cyberpunk/sorceress type in a bizzare mix of shadowrun and ghost in the shell. All I remember is her casting spells while jumping off skyscrapers. It looked really epic.
There also seemed to be smaller clothes in this one compared to the last... If I dream about "naughty tenticles" tonight I will kill myself.
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I had another anime dream last night. Which is odd, because I usually dream in first person, about myself, and not in cartoons.
The anime chick that was aparently the protagonist was a cyberpunk/sorceress type in a bizzare mix of shadowrun and ghost in the shell. All I remember is her casting spells while jumping off skyscrapers. It looked really epic.
There also seemed to be smaller clothes in this one compared to the last... If I dream about "naughty tenticles" tonight I will kill myself.
Oooh, I hope I dream about briefly clothed anime sorceresses and naughty tentacles.
I had a bizarre dream that woke me up so that I could laugh about it. It was about a movie by Ron and Cliff Howard that was about this small rural town's crusade against Frank Frazetta. Yeah.
The only scene I remember is when the residents of this little town are all gathered in the church during a terrible storm to hide from the wrath of Frank Frazetta and his horde of huge barbarians and half-nekkid women. But they bust in anyways and are about to totally wail on these god-fearing Heartland peasants when these three teenaged boys somehow manage to chase them off/convince them to stop or something. So the town is spared from Frank and his barbarians.
But that isn't the end for those kids. They're at the high school (which is a surprisingly large set of buildings) and the three kids are being chased by this powder blue pick-up truck that follows them EVERYWHERE. It may have been Frank Frazetta's revenge or something, but they would run everywhere and never escape this truck! Eventually they got into the high school and ran up all these flights of stairs to the roof and they thought,"Phew! We're safe now!"
And then another kid is like,"LOOK!"
And on the opposite roof is the powder blue pick-up truck!
And that's when I couldn't take it anymore.
One day, scientists will study my brain and distill it into a pill or something to enhance the grey little lives of others.
Oooh, I hope I dream about briefly clothed anime sorceresses and naughty tentacles.I had another anime dream last night. Which is odd, because I usually dream in first person, about myself, and not in cartoons.
The anime chick that was aparently the protagonist was a cyberpunk/sorceress type in a bizzare mix of shadowrun and ghost in the shell. All I remember is her casting spells while jumping off skyscrapers. It looked really epic.
There also seemed to be smaller clothes in this one compared to the last... If I dream about "naughty tenticles" tonight I will kill myself.
...I don't get it. And i don't think I want to. PLEASE DO NOT TELL ME.
Well, now I've moved on to team-dueling.
Myself and Henry Rollins vs. Abraham Lincoln and Eugene Hutz.
Freeeeaaaky.
ENOUGH DUELING DREAMS ALREADY!!!!!!!!!
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ENOUGH DUELING DREAMS ALREADY!!!!!!!!!Well, now I've moved on to team-dueling.
Myself and Henry Rollins vs. Abraham Lincoln and Eugene Hutz.
Freeeeaaaky.
Well, at least I was dueling with cool people this time. I mean, Eugene Hutz is the MAN. Rollins is cool, too. Lincoln... Meh.
Oh, and no, you really don't want to know what "naughty tentacles" is. It would be helpful, because about 13% of all gamer jokes involve said anime, but it's not essential. Yet. You'll inevitably find out at some point.
I'm guessing that if you googled it you'd figure out what it meant.