I feel like I have to finally admit that I have some serious emotional problems when I can have an intense vivid dream about Cookie Clicker that turns into some sort of intense escape action movie where I end up murdering a bunch of defenseless people with an axe.
It was weird. Though I did think up some cool ideas for what Orteil can do with his dungeons add-on. Just sayin'.
Anyways, yeah so I'm honestly not sure what was going on but I was in this huge office building trying to escape. At first I had a machine gun and was being shot at by various "baddies" and I was doing a fair enough job firing back. At some point my gun broke and that section of the dream started over. That happened a few times but each time my gun would get worse and break quicker and quicker. Eventually I was trying to escape with no weapons and I had to steal one. I found this long ass polearm/axe thing and managed to do well killing people with that. The fucked up thing though was that once I picked up the polearm most of the people turned into unarmed innocents. However, I didn't really realize that and still felt threatened by the whole situation so I just went around hitting people with the axe. Most people would just get a nice little cut on their head or wherever I would hit them but regardless of how innocuous the hit seemed it would kill them. Some people got hit in the neck and their head would just fall off. It was pretty terrible and after awhile I started to feel bad.
Yeah. Weird shit. But y'know dreams are like that sometime.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Meat Bag
Okay so I remember at some point someone died. It was in a car. I may have killed them. Dream Memory is fuzzy. I do believe at one point a girl was flirting with me. We'll say she was cute just because.
Anyways, what I do remember is being on the run from some movie executive or something and this kid dressed like a Lost Boy leading me into some secret passage located in a tree trunk. We were supposedly in some ancient land of swords and sorcery yet when we got into the underground lair there were all these old iMacs (think the ones that looked like lamps).
I'm not too clear on what we were doing down there, but I do remember there being this big room and a bunch of people in a line wrapping around this large wood table-thing. They were all getting ready to sign some document and everyone had some special way of signing it. Most of them were really creative and artistic, it was neat.
So the kid who brought me down pulled me away from the line. Apparently the people collecting signatures were bad people? Who knows. We go outside and it's a classic winter wonderland out there. We head over to a track and we're part of this big relay race. It's like 30 of us all running together and we've got to keep passing this thin plastic bag filled with pink meat sludge between us. We're going and doing fine and everyone is passing the bag, all except for this one kid. There's one in the group (of course there is) who is obviously not very coordinated and no one wants to pass the bag to him. Fair enough, who knows what horrible things will happen to us if we toss him the bag and he drops it or worse it breaks.
Well, guess what happens? We're just about done with the race and I can see the finish when someone drops the bag. It goes sliding on the ice heading straight for, you guessed it, clumsy kid. At this point everything in the dream slowed down and I started having this intense internal monologue where I told myself it would be so awesome if the klutz kid someone grabbed the bag and made a pass across the finish line winning us the race. And what happens? The kid picks up the bag while it's sliding all over the place, he performs a spectacular jump over a huge rock in the middle of the path, and then mid-air passes the bag to the lead runner.
It was totally out of some early 1990's tweenspirational movie like Heavy Weights or The Mighty Ducks. It was awesome. We all picked up the kid and were cheering for him.
And then I woke up.
Anyways, what I do remember is being on the run from some movie executive or something and this kid dressed like a Lost Boy leading me into some secret passage located in a tree trunk. We were supposedly in some ancient land of swords and sorcery yet when we got into the underground lair there were all these old iMacs (think the ones that looked like lamps).
I'm not too clear on what we were doing down there, but I do remember there being this big room and a bunch of people in a line wrapping around this large wood table-thing. They were all getting ready to sign some document and everyone had some special way of signing it. Most of them were really creative and artistic, it was neat.
So the kid who brought me down pulled me away from the line. Apparently the people collecting signatures were bad people? Who knows. We go outside and it's a classic winter wonderland out there. We head over to a track and we're part of this big relay race. It's like 30 of us all running together and we've got to keep passing this thin plastic bag filled with pink meat sludge between us. We're going and doing fine and everyone is passing the bag, all except for this one kid. There's one in the group (of course there is) who is obviously not very coordinated and no one wants to pass the bag to him. Fair enough, who knows what horrible things will happen to us if we toss him the bag and he drops it or worse it breaks.
Well, guess what happens? We're just about done with the race and I can see the finish when someone drops the bag. It goes sliding on the ice heading straight for, you guessed it, clumsy kid. At this point everything in the dream slowed down and I started having this intense internal monologue where I told myself it would be so awesome if the klutz kid someone grabbed the bag and made a pass across the finish line winning us the race. And what happens? The kid picks up the bag while it's sliding all over the place, he performs a spectacular jump over a huge rock in the middle of the path, and then mid-air passes the bag to the lead runner.
It was totally out of some early 1990's tweenspirational movie like Heavy Weights or The Mighty Ducks. It was awesome. We all picked up the kid and were cheering for him.
And then I woke up.
Monday, September 2, 2013
Boombox Brassiere
I need to get better about writing these down first thing when I wake up.
What I remember is being in a huge hotel/apartment type building. I was in a group of people trying to overthrow a president or something. Maybe we were just trying to get some dirt on a public figure. Either way, we had this recording device.
Edit: Again I left this to be updated later, hopefully while I still remembered the dream, and I didn't do that. I apologize to everyone involved.
Edit: Again I left this to be updated later, hopefully while I still remembered the dream, and I didn't do that. I apologize to everyone involved.
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