I dreamed that I was at a grocery store, and my wares cost around 1700 dollars.

How I fit 1700 worth of groceries inside the shopping cart, I do not know.

Bizarro!satyr?  Isn't that what I normally do? 

I agree.  He is an upstanding young gentleman if I ever saw one.

Last edited by satyreyes (05-07-2013 09:03:08 PM)

So Cicero from Skyrim took over my house. There were a lot of skinny-looking creatures in there as well. The door was hanging wide open.
Outside, the name "Cicero" was spelled out with sticks, and next to it was a human-like plant that had washer fluid in it. I yanked it out of the ground, snapping its roots.

Ran to the car, drove off quickly. As I was driving, I noticed the plant was growing and aging. I reached my destination, which was apparently a highway in the middle of nowhere. I look over, and I see an attractive man made of tree. We had sex (awesome) and he ejaculated washer fluid into me. Dead.

Last edited by Dazmi (05-23-2013 03:47:16 PM)

That's funny; I dreamed that a black cat with a white head sprouted wings and flew through the air meowing the National Anthem!

(Not really, but wouldn't it be awesome?)

I dreamt Yasha was singing I Won't Say I'm in Love from Hercules in an abandoned building and BlackRoseVixen, Hiraku, and I were singing the Muses' parts until I learned she was singing about my crush Ash Armand.  I got really steamed and threatened to quit the group.  I woke up feeling kind of guilty.

I dreamed that I had been involuntarily drafted into playing a key position in a team sport I did not like and whose rules I did not know.  Gee, unconscious mind, I wonder what current event this could be a deep allegory for.    The sport involved buckets, flags, and colored markers that were stuck into a big canvas like Lite-Brite pegs.  You could change what the flags showed by dipping them in the buckets.  Beyond that, your guess about the rules is as good as mine.  Naturally, I ended up losing the game for my team, which didn't make me Mr. Popular with my teammates.

But I also had a dream that was much cooler.  There was a weird, trippy movie playing in a loop on a big screen.  I discovered that if you put on 3D glasses and closed your left eye, the movie showed one thing, and if you closed your right eye, it showed a completely different thing.  It was all part of some kind of puzzle.  This is awesome because it would actually work.

I dreamt I could actually make it to Rosecon this year only everybody was going to be staying in my apartment.

I miss you guys.

I dreamt that I was drafted against my will into a game of survival, along with a number of other random people from various cultures. Included in the group was a soldier who, at first, wanted to die immediately before he was convinced to go along with it. We would all individually travel through an enormous sprawling field of battle, killing every hostile inhabitant in our way until we'd reached our goal, a temple complex in the middle of a desert. Somehow, I managed to make it there first, allowing me to see what was clearly a staged fight between a random hero and the 1970's version of Dr Gaius Baltar. It was set up to show that it was impossible to beat him in a fair fight. Soon after, the other two surviving contestants made it to the goal. They were the soldier and a frightened young woman who had been tagging along with him (hey, I'm a dude who watches anime, of course my dreams are going to include a stereotypical damsel in distress). At last, Baltar set up a board game that requires strategy to win. Four tables, one for each player. The objective was to beat Baltar. The one who did would survive.

I didn't know how to play the game at all. There was Baltar, stacking his pieces and teleporting them to my game board while I was still struggling to get one stack together. I lost quickly, followed soon by the woman. It was then that I noticed that the small black tiles that had been placed on our necks at the beginning of the ordeal had glowing numbers that weren't there before. On the woman was a 23 and on the soldier was 50. I checked in the mirror and I had 45 on mine. It was a countdown, showing the number of minutes each of us had to live, based on how many kills we had made. And then I saw what the real goal of the strategy game was. Baltar was distracted while he kept playing against the soldier. A dagger to the back of the neck ended things at last. The numbers on my neck disappeared, but the countdown remained on the other two. The soldier was happy that he would finally get to die. Not so, the other contestant. I knew (because it was a dream) that my death would allow her to live.

The dream ended with the unresolved dilemma of allowing myself to survive or sacrificing myself for the sake of the most innocent among us.

I've been invited to be part of the next interplanetary colony. I'm a little bit leery, seeing as one part of the questionnaire asked how comfortable I would be living in a theocracy (not very). But, oddly, the real deal breaker for me was the date of the launch: March 1. A little over one week before the first episode of Neil Degrasse Tyson's Cosmos comes out.

After I woke up, I said to myself what a stupid decision that would have been. Why worry about missing Cosmos when I could actually be living it?

I just had this dream... I remember so very little of it now, but the thing that stuck with me when I woke up was as follows:


I was at a house likely modeled in my mind after the ones I've visited where kind people of middle-class financial status live. There was some sort of IRG-based gathering I think, but barely any attendees. I want to say the roll call (at least at the time) was Me, Satyr, Gio, and someone else I didn't have a name for. I remember talking to Gio... or at least, someone I distinctly thought of as being Gio but "wasn't" her. I remember what the actual Gio looks like, and this person was of a somewhat older temperament. I can't remember her face, only that this "Gio" was too old to be Gio as I remember, but in the dream this didn't occur to me at all.


I think I walked with her somewhere, or she came along while I was standing at some spot, or whatever. Anyway we talked a bit, and suddenly she went into a long-winded description that ended in a very important question, expressing a desire for something that was more or less missing in her life... either a capacity that wasn't being fulfilled adequately enough already, or something absent entirely, though I can't recall any idea of what it was. I remember that the phrasing was of a request for a specific response (it was perhaps a "What is X?" or more likely a "How do I find X?" sort of deal) but her words implied that this was something she worried wasn't going to happen. It seemed so natural to me after a short bit of pondering, like I knew what to say before she'd even finished speaking. I looked her in the eye, smiled, and said "You will." I said this because I was certain it was true that the desire she expressed was indeed quite possible, as a matter of fact I still recognize that answer as being the right one... still, I was a bit taken aback by how very happy she was at hearing this. So happy in fact, that she went so far as to say that she loved me. I distinctly remember her following this by saying something that implied she was asking my hand in marriage (it included the word in fact, but I can't remember the phrasing) and taking my hand, saying something about a ring... but on my hand was a rose crest ring. (the exact replica I actually own, as a matter of fact) However, it wasn't even on my ring finger (I think it was on my middle finger or index for some reason) Regardless, she said something about my "not needing one" (paraphrasing here I think, but IIRC she was referring to an engagement ring) and I think she hurried off somewhere, concluding the interaction. I was flattered, yet felt very awkward during this process. This was probably because I recalled her existing relationship status and found it confusing that her claims either implied she was no longer "taken", or intended to sever her existing relationship on my behalf (the latter thought is quite unsettling to me, for obvious reasons >_>) it's also perhaps possible that this dream-Gio was actually just joking with me in a lighthearted way, but she seemed too serious about it for me to accept that.


There was another part to this segment of the dream where I talked to someone else (a young woman who was moderately plus sized, probably looked like someone I'd met before) and our discussion included something about the previous incident. I can't recall any specific words, but I remember her making a... rather forward comment about her taste in relationships (possibly including Satyr's name and "dick" in the same sentence, if not connected to eachother) that happened to imply she could just as easily take an interest in me, though I'm not sure if this was subtle or clear to both of us. I think we recognized it and glanced expectantly at eachother, but I can't remember if I woke up here or something else happened, mostly because my waking mind was much more preoccupied with the aforementioned thing with Gio. This all happened later in the dream, the earlier half took place at a gaming store of the CCG-based sort I believe, since I remember seeing and talking to my old friend there... but not what we said, or much else at all.

Honestly I feel like while my dreamscape generator may have decided "age" to determine your appearance based on your recent birthday posts, the reason it likely happened was because an actual mental image of you wasn't to be found in my short-term memory. So... don't worry, it's not your fault >.>


Perhaps so, but let's not forget that dreams tend to switch things around... indeed, your words have affected me positively (I've been looking into means of obtaining finances) yet I also acknowledge the possibility that the "you" in my dream could just as easily have been a placeholder identity for someone else in my life, or a piece of my own consciousness. In either case I was just doing what I felt was right, listening carefully to the story while it was being told and giving it the best answer I could. I remember feeling my confidence in the solution growing as it progressed, it's undoubtedly quite satisfying to be able to do something like that for someone. Lately, I've felt as though in some way that sort of thing is what I'm meant to do.

What is it with me and the body horror dreams?  Twice it's been "oh, look, I've got bugs/food/what-have-you in my flesh, better root around and dig it out," and on top of that, last night there was something about a Soviet commando dude and a plague of vaguely ominous mushroom spores, that would definitely do something horrible to you if you inhaled them.

BLEH.  BLEH I SAY.