Dtoid's Dream Thread

[Edd Strid]

Wishful thinking?

[Sir Legendhead]

Repressed memory?

[Analoge]

Latent transphobia? Who knows?

Last night I dreamt that I had gotten srs and was in recovery. In my dream, I was sleeping and I realized that the way I was laying was riping my stitches, so I woke up in real life and felt to see if I was bleeding, but all I felt was the familiar equipment. It was jarring, and launched a lot of other weird dreams once I went back to sleep.

[ZombiePlatypus]

In the ocean, drifting on a wooden raft. A lady in an inflatable yellow raft is drifting towards me. A great white is attacking her raft. First it bites into one side of the raft and causes it to start deflating, then it swims around and bites the other side. Her raft is almost completely submerged now as the shark circles back again. Just as it gets close the lady leaps into the water and starts swimming towards my wooden raft. The shark is gnashing away at the rubber raft and I yell for the lady to swim as fast as she can to me. She makes it, but now the shark is attacking my raft. The wood starts to splinter and break apart, and the two of us are thrown into the water. We quickly get our bearings and begin swimming to this rocky shore a hundred yards or so away. When we close in on fifteen feet or so from shore the shark catches up and bites her on the leg, pulling her under. I didn't let go of her arm, so as the shark dragged us both under the waves I worked my way down and started hitting the shark in the face with my free hand. I then blindly worked my hand down and started clawing at the shark's eye. This caused the massive fish to let go, and the lady and I swam as quickly as we could manage and climb up on the rocks.


We drag ourselves as far from the crashing waves as possible, then rest to catch our breath. After a few moments we head up the rocks to a road. I get in a car that is parked nearby and start driving. I'm about to turn onto a main road but am not sure what side of the street I should be on since this whole area seems vaguely foreign, like it's possibly somewhere in Southeast Asia. At least that's the vibe I get from the masses of people walking along the crowded streets. I turn down an alley and end up at a two story wooden shack. A white guy owns it, and sells animals as bait. Live animals. Dude had live dogs in cramped cages hanging from the ceiling. He had this animal that looked like a cross between a sloth and a bear chained up on the floor. He called it an "arctic bear", but also used a foreign term to describe it. It was so sad and docile. I got into a big argument with the guy about this whole terrible situation he was running.

[Panzadolphin56]

I'm with my best friend from school (who I haven't spoken to since college in real life) and me and him and trying to get through this sort of maze that sort of resembles the underside of a bridge - or like a tiered old road bridge, everything has a very bland, brown, bricky feel, and it's raining. I don't know if we're going somewhere but I think there are people about and it feels sort of perilous but we keep moving forward.

I don't know if we got anywhere really though, that's all I can remember.

[ZombiePlatypus]

Had a dream that I was driving to this crappy little neighborhood barber shop to get a haircut. It was across the street from this weird costume shop that had been in another dream. One of my brothers was in the car with me, and when I parked he walked down the block to a comic shop and I went inside the barber shop. I took a number to wait my turn. Soon all hell broke loose, but it started slow. A few zombies started wandering the street. My brother who was at the comic shop came over to the barber's, along with my other two brothers. We started barricading the doors of the barber shop as best we could, along with the other patrons. More and more zombies were turning up, pressing against the main door. I was shoving back but the wooden door began to split. I yelled for my brothers to get in the next room over, then I grabbed a large board and pressed it against the doorway as the zombies broke fully through the door I was against. I then quickly made my way into the sideroom with my brothers. The others in the main area of the barber shop didn't follow suit, so I closed the door and locked it.


Knowing it was only a matter of time before the zombies break through into this room too, I started to look around for options. I finally decided on exiting through the window and taking our chances in the open. My brothers and I made our escape and went down an alley to the street. I climbed on top of this weird modern art piece in the middle of the street while trying to avoid alerting a nearby zombie's attention. My brothers and I then ran around the zombies lurking around the streets until we made it to a large underground shopping center. I opened the glass doors and we entered, and were met by other survivors.



I normally love horror/zombie/monster dreams but this one wasn't much fun. Having to worry about my brothers during the whole scenario, trying to keep them alive and unbitten drained the "fun" from it and made it stressful.

[ZombiePlatypus]

My dream last night included a long roadtrip with my brothers through a desolate countryside in the early dawn hours and getting encircled by tornadoes, being at a motel trying to avoid being murdered by a supernatural serial killer, and being at a Hollywood award show. The award show was what I can remember the most details of, it was like the Oscars or something and I was seated in the audience next to Jack Lemmon. On the other side of Jack was Don Rickles. Anyways, Lemmon was being a dick so I said to him that I'd rather be sitting next to Walter Mathou, which pissed Lemmon off but made Rickles smirk and kinda wink and give me a thumbs up. Lemmon got up and left, and I started chatting with Rickles. The only thing I could think to ask Rickles about was the movie 'Dirty Work'. He commented disparagingly on Norm MacDonald, saying the Norm isn't really an "actor", then trashed the director of 'Dirty Work', Bob Saget. I disagreed on both points, saying that though he doesn't really "act", Norm being Norm was part of the charm, and that the directing was just fine for a comedy. (I love 'Dirty Work', fyi. One of my favorite comedies, and definitely one of the best of the '90s.)

[ZombiePlatypus]

I was a castmember on SNL and decided to kinda hijack the show by doing an unrehearsed and unapproved monolog during Weekend Update. Two other castmember friends of mine flanked me on either side as we went to a set made to look like a classy pub and leaned up against the bar facing the audience. I then went into my monolog, in character with this faux drunken excited guy voice. I tried not to curse but given I was making it up as I went along sometimes a foul word made it out here and there.


It was nonsensical in retrospect seeing as if it were real they'd just cut the feed and go to commercial or something, but my schtick went out live.

[ZombiePlatypus]

I was with a small group of survivors making our way through overgrown fields and untended backyards in zombie apocalypse. We were spread out a bit, trying to trek through the tall grass and over the fences as stealthily as possible. Suddenly zombies were attacking; I killed a couple that were right on me and then I ran, stealth be damned. I made it to a city that looked like San Francisco, very West coast. The zombie threat was no more, and I went towards a tall building at the far end of the city. I was now Iron Man and this building was one of my homes.

Y'know how in the 'Iron Man 3' trailers the Mandarin uses his tricked out helicopter to blow Iron Man's pad all to hell? Well he showed up and did that with me inside the building. I grabbed Pepper Pots and we got out of the line of fire, then I had her hide in this panic room while I went out to deal with the bad dudes. Rather than get in my Iron Man armor, I hopped into a high tech sports car with odd controls and started blitzing around the city streets. A couple of the bad guys started flickering in and out and then I woke up (in the dream) back in the Iron Man pad, and the Mandarin started firing on us again from his helicopter. Again Pepper went to the panic room, and again I never actually put on any Iron Man armor. A couple of explosions rocked the building, and I was thrown from it. Next thing I know I'm at the far end of town with a heavy backpack full of my Iron Man gear, only now I'm not Iron Man but instead I'm Awesome-X/Xander Crews from 'Frisky Dingo'.

The city is on lockdown, some false king has made himself the ruler and sits on a throne in the ruins of my Iron Man pad. His guards are the X-tacles from 'Frisky Dingo', and they're posted all over the city on apartment balconies. There are some good soldiers nearby awaiting orders from their commanders, so I hopped on the back of one of their open Jeeps and told the guy behind the wheel to get me as close as he could to the ruined building I was thrown from. He damn near took my foot of as he squeezed between a couple of gas pumps, and we were on our way. I hopped off a few blocks from the ruins where the X-tacle guards were getting more prevalent. I then went underground into flooded tunnels, passing by some brightly lit dungeon cells as I snuck into the false king's lair. As I passed one cell I made a mental note that I was going to lock this "king" up in it. I made it to his throne room, where I met his daughter the princess and we hit it off. Soon the king showed up and sent his personal squad of random goons after me, so I lured them (the king included) into the flooded tunnels I had just came from, then I went back to the throne room and locked 'em in the tunnels. Then Robert Baratheon started killing them all with his warhammer, some of them were frantically reaching through the bars of the tunnel door pleading for me to let them out. So then it was just me and the princess in this throne room.

[HammerShark]

Dream: I'm in my old day care center, but it feels like a church and someone's getting married. I have no idea who it is. Some guy is toasting but I interrupt him blurting the first line of Frank Sinatra's song Fly Me to the Moon. I start out strong, but like always falter as I finish the whole song. I think I hear someone say "smooth" when I start out singing.

[JT Murphy]

I don't remember all the details, but I'm living a story that feels like I'm playing a real-time video game I've finished before. Me and a girl I used to have a crush on narrowly escape the destruction of our beautiful, bourgoise city just as the final attack by the rebellion closes in to wipe everyone out. Just as the rebels start closing in, we escape to an undersea ark, only to find our countrymen who were rich or connected enough to have left early have been living there idyllically for weeks, unaware that any such attack was closing in, and was using some sort of technology to prolong their new lives for eternity- souls contained within artificial bodies. However, the person in charge is an old romantic rival, which we learn as soon as we're invited to the control deck overseeing this wonderland. Just then, the massive glass wall at the front of the vessel cracks. Water starts flooding in. They've found us and are finishing us off, and the bitch, resigned to her fate, just wanted us to watch. We're all swept in. Me and the girl take turns pulling each other back into the ark against the current, as the now ex-captain is decapitated underwater. Us and a few dozen others reach some sort of theater, where we're pulled into a vortex where the charismatic rebellion leader, who looks sort of like Will Ferrell in Zoolander, informs us that he will preserve us lucky few as part of his own being for the rest of eternity. Words come up in front of me: "Let that be a comforting thought as you die." I'm thinking, "Eh, I didn't get the WORST ending this playthrough". Then I wake up.

Either my dreams are weird, or this world is actually the creation of the real world's new dictator. Either way. B+.

[Gorilla Gravy]

I had a lot of dreams last night where I somehow ended up at the houses of famous people like David Fincher and Jonah Hill and trying to act cool but ultimately failing.

[HammerShark]

I was trying to squash a jeweled spider or some kind of bug. It wouldn't die so I over killed it with a hammer. It broke into tiny black marbles. I put it on a jar and sat it on my dresser.

[Sir Legendhead]

I had a dream where I went to bed with some lady who started out Oriental and then turned black. It was in a hospital or a hotel or maybe one of those hospitality suites. Mighty hospitable of them either way though.