So I just woke up from the first dream I thought was worth remembering in a long while... this was part of it.

Juri and Ruka were dueling, Unarmed. No... they were just fighting. No roses involved, I think. They were in a parking lot/garage, and there were cars leaving... rich people were taking off in droves, and there were servants leaving on motorcycles too, as though some gigantic social event had just ended. The fight was a skilled one, they used some form of martial arts, like in a movie... Ruka set up something, landed a blow as the result of a sequence of parries like a skilled chess player setting up a capture, and Juri could only recoil, forcing distance between them to recover. Ruka hadn't expected that, he thought her two choices after the blow were... I forget exactly, but neither of the things he expected Juri to do were good. I wasn't thinking about that in the dream, I was focused on Juri because I wanted her to win. Now I realize he was thinking in advance. I could tell, even though I wasn't thinking about it... Chess players are just devious like that. When she started towards Ruka again, suddenly he was so far away... she dodged moving cars like they were nothing, hurried to pursue him... but I woke up before they met again.

Yay! My first Utena dream!

Aww. *hugs Razara* That sounds scary. I dreamt a strange version of Beauty and the Beast last night. She was only three inches tall and they rode Big Wheels around the Beast's castle for fun.

In my dream today I was a jedi ( at. "Star Wars" ).
It was the full-complete-story edition dream.
I can't remember details , but there was lightsaber fights, Dark Side temptation and Love.

Wish to dream about Ohtory Academy today

This weekend I dreamed that all my molars broke off and shattered into tiny pieces in my mouth. When I looked in the mirror, my front teeth were covered in blood and there were tooth shards stuck to my lips. It felt (and sounded) like I had a mouthful of tiny pieces of glass.

I had to call Gio at four in the morning and talk for half an hour before I could calm down enough to sleep

A long while back I had another dream, though I'm tempted more to call it a mix of medication imbalance and sleep paralysis, since it was enough to flat-fucking terrify me for the rest of the day and the night. It was a movement in three parts, and appeared to tap into my primal element of fear while I was half-asleep in bed during the morning. It took place in about August or September of 2010, but beyond that I don't remember the date.

The first movement involved an amalgam of two separate locations, a Wal-Mart and my old house in San Diego. There was a Wal-Mart located in the rest of the house with the entrance being right near the kitchen (said entrance was the entrance to the auto center, and the electronics section wasn't too far beyond). Somebody, who might have been representing me, was browsing video games and eventually the toy section, which seamlessly blended into the electronics section. There were two children, one female and one male. The girl was about thirteen or fourteen, while the boy was about ten or eleven; both children kept to themselves while their parents shopped. There was also a cat, a red tabby, and after a while the two children and the cat just came unhinged. They tore through the crowds, literally ripping people apart with their bare hands and messily consuming the remnants. They didn't appear to have any reason behind it, save perhaps abject boredom.

The second movement was a variation of the original Sims games. A house was well-furnished and it was apparent that the family had invested everything they had to make it look nice. The only problem is that there was a missing outer wall, where the lot clipped with the edge of the playing field. A thief managed to, in a brilliant display of metagaming and fourth-wall shattering, walk into the house by walking off the playing field and turning into the house where the wall didn't exist. He proceeded to rob the entire family blind, and escaped with ample time to spare before the police arrived. When the officer arrived, she didn't attempt to hunt down the crook but instead chastised the family for not having the basic sense to install a wall where they couldn't even do so.

The third movement involved a peaceful scenic route setting on a freeway, very similar to what I remember the Highway 163 looking like as one gets closer and closer to downtown San Diego. Very back-to-nature and appearing as if sparsely populated, there was a light amount of traffic on the roads. The focus of the movement was a man in a car, alone, driving somewhere important. I recall that he was driving to work, and I believe he was another representation of myself. During the entire drive sequence, there was a voice, a very stereotypical Jamaican voodoo priest/Rastafarian man who insisted that the driver turn onto a different road for some unknown purpose. THere was no explanation given as to where the road led or why the voice insisted on taking it, but there was the suggestion of glory and fame which lay down the detour and the unspoken threat of pain and destruction for those who were foolish enough to listen to the voice. I don't recall if the driver actually listened, as I finally came to complete consciousness very shortly before the decision needed to be made.

This was several months ago, and I'd just come back from Phoenix, AZ for a complete medication change. My medications have since been changed a couple times and I'm now off of one of the medications I'd been assigned while inpatient. I've since had one or two dreams involving friends and video games, but I don't feel that they should be told here because of a matter of conflict of interest.

I've had dreams since I can remember about having a beard or a moustache or just growing loads of body hair. I put my hand up to my face and all of a sudden there's stubble everywhere. Seriously, ever since I was a small child up to now. I can't remember dreaming about actually being a bloke much though.
  Always been confused by it, mind.

I already told satyr this, but last night I dreamt that IRG was a pirate crew.  Gio was our captain and she was dressed up like Will Turner from Pirates of The Carribean. Yasha,  satyr, dollface, Frosty, and BlackRoseVixen were there too and we were literally sailing through the streets of Houston. We left a trail of awesome mayhem behind us and the real Will showed up just before I woke up.

Three feather-light kisses through (of all things) a hole in a locker.  It was the culmination of a whole set of dreams last night: having a heart-to-heart with a girl I'd never met at a party and promising to meet again; meeting her again by accident at a hospital while both of us were being wrongly chased by a "field marshal" (what my subconscious evidently calls a Rent-a-Cop) for wandering out of bounds, and making a date to meet again; and then meeting her on schedule near the aforementioned locker, which had all these slidey bits with interesting erotic possibilities.  It has been a while since I got to first base in a dream; I'm glad I haven't forgotten how!

And just to sweeten the pot -- since I love all dreams, even nightmares -- these dreams were preceded by a survival-horror adventure.  A whole crowd of people was piling into a three-story building for an event that was, incongruously, called Burning Man.  I was one of the first to get up to the third story.  Early arrivals were supposed to throw balls of duct tape through the broken-out window at people still on the ground outside, so I did, and it was fun until one of my balls unraveled in midair and hit the last person on the ground full across the eyes.  She stumbled, fell down, and hit her head.  I ran through the crowd to get down there and help, but when I arrived, her body was gone -- dragged under a slightly open garage door -- and the whole complex was deathly quiet.  I knew before I even went back into the building that the crowd was gone, and they were.  I don't remember what happened next, but I was scared enough that I actually woke up with a short scream. 

I had a weird dream last night. Might've been technically this morning. On a scale of 1-10, I think it pinged about a 17 on the Weird Shit-O-Meter.

Okay. It was a Castlevania dream. I normally don't have dreams relating to that particular franchise. Or any franchise, really. But meh. First boss fight (the first part I remember clearly) was a fight with a Cerberus on a field of bluish-green frost crystals with a white aura below (suggesting it was really high up) and the Northern Lights above. The crystals looked like...well, if you know what the Giant's Causeway and other such volcanic formations look like, you have an excellent idea of what the battlefield looked like. I think I fell once and managed to claw my way back up to finish the deed.

Yes, through this whole thing I did indeed have a whip, but I have absolutely no clue if it was the Vampire Killer. I don't think it was because I was trying to convince myself it wasn't. After all, I am no Belmont and only a Belmont can handle the Vampire Killer without harm. (For those who don't follow the series intensely, it can do things like drain your life force or prevent you from healing any wounds you may sustain.)

And then this mysterious waif shows up and talks to me and asks me why I'm doing this when I have no real reason to. Apparently my brother tried to stop Dracula and got captured after a quick but epic fail. I was trying to save him and finish the job he started. Already it sounds like one of the newer titles.

So I make it into the Grand Hallway, and it looks exactly like it did in the terrible terrible port of Rondo of Blood for the SNES. (I've played both games. The port does indeed blow goats left and right.) For some unexplained reason, my dad is with me and helping out to the best of his ability. We make it to the second floor, which looks much more normal, and hunker down in one of the bigger guest rooms. My dad proceeds to attempt to build a bomb to assist me.

I go out and explore a bit and run into another mysterious waif (or the same one from the first fight; I wasn't and still am not certain about this one). Again with the exposition and now we get a cutscene about my brother's ill-fated attempt to show the bloodsucker that man is not a miserable little pile of secrets (or, if you have my experience, a cesspit of hatred and lies). Apparently he did pretty well with his chosen weapon, which I believe was a sword but could've been his own whip. And then Dracula apparently goes One-Winged Angel on my brother and pwns him pretty damn fast.

And then Bio was awake.

I seriously have no idea where this dream came from. I haven't touched a Castlevania game in months.

I had a dream where Alec Baldwin was cast as Harry Potter.

Bizarrely, most of the time I have horrific dreams I am divorced from the action: a spectator, watching the events as though viewing a movie.

On 2/14/2011, I was taking a nap at about 6 in the evening before dinner, because I'm broke, unemployed and depressed, so I have that kind of time.

I dreamt I was in Las Vegas.  I was being accompanied by a black guy who looked like the guy from "Don't Copy That Floppy", leather jacket and all, and he was showing me around various strange casinos, pointing out all the differences and places to go.  After a while, the DCTF guy leaves, and I'm accompanied by my associate Josef.  I'm showing him all the things the DCTF guy showed me.  But eventually, we get to the lobby of this one casino, that has heavy Middle Eastern influences.

All of a sudden, Josef is gone, and I'm looking at this woman kneeling in front of one of the fountains in the lobby.  She's very tall, she's as tall kneeling at the fountain as I am standing up, including extremely long legs, and I'm rather tall as it is.  She's wearing what looks like a tube top and thong made up of gauze, as if she was some kind of kickboxer, and a sleeveless, open red robe/vest.  She's somewhat flat-chested, but very ripped and defined, and somewhat buff to boot.  Long black hair in a ponytail as well, and has intricate tattoos all over her back and the backs of her arms and legs.  She's taking a drink from the fountain in the lobby, telling me that surprisingly, it's clean.

I'm in shock at this point, and I need my camera.  I reach into my pockets, and I don't feel it.  Josef appears at my side again, and I'm furious, because I know he lost the camera (Josef, if you're reading this, this was a dream, don't get pissy).  The ripped kickboxer lady tells me not to worry, but I need to get a picture of her, so I'm forced to follow Josef as he backtracks through all the casinos I've been through earlier.  We end up in a tiki-lounge-themed casino, where a bunch of old people are asking us to have a drink.  By now I'm convinced the kickboxer babe is gone, so I'm getting desperate, and I forget about looking for the old camera, and try to buy a new camera from the casino.

Then I wake up, and I'm back to my... life.

So I had several dreams last night.

The only one I vaguely remember was that Homestuck was in Japanese. The whole pesterchum conversation. In Japanese. :U