Flah wrote:

I've actually lately been remembering a lot of dreams. They're pretty much all over the place, ranging from such mundane things as playing Diablo 3 or seeing co-workers in the streets to some weird stuff involving magical girls, time loops, a hair salon, and a horrific betrayal that may or may not have been my doing (all in the same dream). Sadly, I don't recall enough details to actually post here.

The burst began when Satyreyes started putting up those puzzles on Shaved Ice, which is not really a surprise for me. Periods where I do a lot of lateral thinking have always resulted in that. But what's odd is that it's still happening, weeks after. Usually, it wears off after a couple days. I'm not complaining. I even welcome it while it lasts. It's simply an observation.

What a fascinating phenomenon!  I wonder why your memory of your dreams is tied to lateral thinking!  But I'm glad to help

Miki is one of Sopp's fatimas? That explains so much.

I think Sian and her friend are really good friends who have similar emotions and enjoy the same activities. Of course they also live in the same culture, so dreaming similar things isn't scary but cute :>

Last night, I dreamed of being a beautiful, dark sorceress. First I was pretending to live a normal life, but then some hero-looking kids came and tried to mess with me, so I did some sort of magical girl trasformation and used the soulds of people passing by, to cast evil magic-attacks - it was so cool!

But then their reinforcements showed-up, so I had to summon some sort of demon. First the monster roflstomped them, but then I and the monster somehow melted into one single entity. I was really sad over losing my beautiful body - good thing I woke-up at that point.

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／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼.

A sorceress is not a witch!

I recently dreamed that I'd moved to Mars with my dad. It had been terraformed, with plenty of coniferous trees softening the otherwise harsh sunlight. It was even raining when we first got there. The next day, I pulled out my phone to tweet about my new home, but the location kept wanting to say that I was in Mali instead of on Mars. As I sat, trying to figure the problem out, I realized, to my horror, that Twitter would have a delay of up to an hour between there and Earth.

A followup dream came to me the same night, still taking place on Mars. In this one, I was being teased by the scientist-types there, since I was sent over strictly as a worker. I don't recall exactly what was said, but I got the vibe of being reminded of my own academic failures when I was younger. Worst of all, I couldn't talk back to them because I was lower on the social totem pole than they were.

Curse you, planet Mars. Even you have betrayed me.

I dreamed that IRG's interface had been replaced with Facebook's.  It was a terrifying nightmare. 

I already told satyr this, but last night I dreamt he knocked up Selena Gomez and her best friend and got trapped inside of a mattress like in AHS: Hotel. When they tried to get him out I said, "Guess what? He won't even say thank you if you do because you're just a booty call to him."

Selena Gomez screamed, "I'm his WIFE! How dare you!"

Then I woke up. I think I confused satyr with my mother's playboy godson with a thing for latinas.

satyreyes wrote:

I dreamed that IRG's interface had been replaced with Facebook's.  It was a terrifying nightmare. 

NOOOOO! I WILL BE DAMNED IF WE LOSE THE POP-TART SMILEYS!

Good grief, but this was weird: a dream that combined Utena, XCOM2, spiritual work, and family troubles.

Hordes of aliens surround the city square; I have nothing but a pistol and am quickly running out of ammunition.  All around me fall people familiar to me, many of them friends and relatives.  I realise that it's hopeless and quickly take cover.  Then I hold out my hand before me.  Light gathers around it.  My vision blurs.

And time turns back one hour; only one hour, it's all I can manage, but it's enough to empty the streets and quiet the sounds of screams.  It's enough, perhaps, to salvage one life from approaching disaster.  I run back to my home and there see my mother, who refused either to leave or to fight, who is understandably surprised to see me return alone.

"Listen to me," I tell her.  "You have to go, now.  They'll arrive sooner than we expected, and I can't protect you."

But she has never believed my "predictions" to be anything but attention-seeking, and smiling, she shakes her head.  We argue for several minutes more, until I am seized with a true vision of the future.  I take her face between my hands and force her to meet my eyes.  I can feel myself again becoming strange and distant; this time, I won't keep silent.

"In thirteen minutes these streets will erupt in gunfire.  Your entire line will perish, and you will enter captivity.  In this world where time is broken, it will seem only ten hours to you.  But when I come to free you, you will find that ten years have passed.  And when you see my face again..."  My smile is pitiless, but there will be too much destruction, too much senselessly lost, for mercy to soften my heart.  "...I want you to remember that I said this, and that it all has come to pass."

Then I woke up.  And that's what I get for watching mission footage before bedtime.

I keep having these dreams where I'm not allowed to help people.  There's two that I really recall, first one, I was in a school for some reason (same age group as work) and one kid fell apart because his parent wasn't there or something, and I was trying to comfort him, and this volunteer or office lady came up and said what I was doing was wrong and inappropriate, and she dragged him away, screaming, and... no one seemed to mind.  I tried to tell her what she was doing was horrible, to the point of screaming obscenities, but even though I was fairly sure she was full of shit, I couldn't get anyone to side with me.

Second time, some people from the forum were visiting and one (a member I had made up) was triggered by... something that happened in the dream, and went into a state of shock where he couldn't speak or do much of anything, and then it was time for everyone to go and someone (possibly my mom) was telling me not to try to speak to him or touch him, to just send him home on the plane and presumably he would end up in inpatient or something.

I don't know.  The link between these dreams seems to be a certain kind of frustrating helplessness, and while it's a sentiment I'm no stranger to, it's not one that I am aware of feeling particularly strongly right now.  And there's also the detail of being sort of always the bridesmaid, never the bride when it comes to trauma.  And, I mean, I've seen some shit.  But I do identity more as a witness than a subject to these sorts of things.  Not quite sure what that means about me.

But I've gone to the trouble of writing about because the feelings stick with me when I wake up, and even thinking about it now brings it back.  These are people who don't exist, and I'm pissed off at what happened to them.

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Anyone have any tips for remembering dreams? Anymore it seems that I go for months on end without remembering any dreams from a night's sleep.

deeds24 wrote:

Anyone have any tips for remembering dreams? Anymore it seems that I go for months on end without remembering any dreams from a night's sleep.

This is a cool tip: do not move. If you wake up from a dream normally you'll roll over, stretch, etc. and then start thinking about it, but you probably won't remember it. Instead, don't move from your position and think about it, it'll come to you quicker and sometimes you can fall asleep back into the same dream. There is an actual (scientific?) reason for this but I can not remember.

I had a dream that I was watching a television series that was something like a mix between what I, as someone who has never seen Preacher or read the comics, might imagine it to be like, and a review I saw of Derek Jarman's Jubilee.  Here, I shall record some of the strangeness.

So there's this town, in the American South, and the main characters (who were young people who wore Cool Clothes and listened to Cool Music because of course they did) were fleeing the town, possibly headed for California.  At first I thought this series was a prequel to the writer's other work, wherein God came to the town, but later it became clear that God had already come to the town, he was just doing a shitty job running it because he was exactly the kind of god believed in by the worst of the Evangelical Right.

I think the protagonists had a variety of reasons for leaving, but they all tied in with the main theme that genuinely caring for other people had become more or less outlawed, and while the protagonists were more inclined to follow their impulses to do so, they weren't always very good at it.  At least one of the female protagonists, the viewpoint character, tended to direct her affections towards animals as a result.  This may or may not have lead to the beginning of the series, where she was having a "friendly chat" with a neighbor couple, the husband being someone fairly high up in the town's hierarchy, where it was made clear that either she fell in line or something horrible would happen to her, (probably public execution) which was why she left.

Also she had a dog that was actually a mammoth, and someone was following the protagonists around because he wanted to eat it, and had done so in alternate timelines.  So maybe throw Many Waters and O Brother Where Art Thou into the influence stew.

So, that's the dream, or at least what I can remember of it.  I'm almost tempted to write it as a book, because it sounds like it could be really interesting, but it's too... blunt to match my style.  If someone else wanted to pick up, I would co-author, but not go it alone.