The Dream Diary

[vigbrastle]

NOw that is very very cool!

wish I had a dream like that last night,am Not even gonna get into what I dreamt of

[TheCharlax]

It's been raining pretty heavily for the past two days (we live on a hill and our road turned into a giant waterslide) and at some point all of that moisture must have crept into my brain.

Last night I dreamed that the world (or at least the city) flooded in a Katrina-New Orleans type of scenario. Most of the dream was spent trying to evacuate a Matson cargo freighter full of abandoned animals with Brian, a dedicated-albeit pudgy and humbuggish volunteer from our local zoo. And when I mean abandoned, I mean this ship was FILTHY with crap, and almost all of the animals were malnourished and caked with grime. After the first run in which I made off with a lutino cockatiel (to accompany the two I have in real life), an endangered Hawaiian amakihi, and two baby emu chicks in my pockets, my motorboat ran out of juice. By now the city was looking like a cross between New York and the streets of Venice. A fruitless search through all the river-side Costcos and Michelin Man stores yielded nothing, because apparently, boat gasoline was in high demand due to the flooding, and I was forced to paddle back to our base of operations, a delapedated Ship of the Line, run by a crazed Johnny Depp whom by this point, had descended into madness and actually believed himself to be Jack Sparrow. That last part is pretty much where I drew the line and said, "screw it, I'm waking up"

[GhostLiger]

Dec 21, 2010 22:36:46 GMT -5 TheCharlax said:

a delapedated Ship of the Line, run by a crazed Johnny Depp whom by this point, had descended into madness and actually believed himself to be Jack Sparrow.

I want that dream!

[TheCharlax]

I had finally become a master painter and so the great Walt Disney, in his infinite wisdom, charged me with creating a futuristic utopia with a magic paintbrush, for all of humanity to inhabit. I decided to go with a verdant valley-type setting but despite my skill and effort, the picturesque setting constantly warped itself into a dystopian dictatorship. Attempts to rectify the problem only made it worse as my arm became corrupted and distorted. (Eventually, the dream-reality threshold helped me realize this portion of the dream was due to the accumulating mosquito bites on my arm and the damn itching it was causing me)

[Pirate]

Did someone get Epic Mickey for christmas?

[TheCharlax]

Surprisingly, no, but that's definitely what I was thinking of when I woke up. Upon reflection, there's probably a good chunk of Tron Legacy in there too.

[Daft Punksworth]

Tron Legacy invades our subconscious! (Did I mention that up until Monday, I had been having a Tron Legacy related dream at least once a night ever since Legacy Day? XDD)

[Pirate]

I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN THAT. And woah that's odd Wiki

I can never remember my dreams in full, but I always remember that they end with something really stupid. The other night I can't remember much of the dream, but I did think "Oh, bugger, the kettle's broken." and woke up.

[Daft Punksworth]

LOL, I love remembering random words from dreams... Especially since, in my dreams, words take on a different meaning... The phrase I'll always remember was from a Renegade dream, where he was talking about how he couldn't trust anyone, but the exact phrase he used was "There is no blood to trust."

ETA, in earlier dreams tonight, "vivio" (or was it vifio) meant "BULLSHIT" XD

[Daft Punksworth]

Copy pasta of LJ entry.

DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA

lol uhm... I'll explain that part after the dream.

Oddly, it had Batman and Robin in it, but we'll skip that detail, cos that just makes it weird.

Anyway, so at first, these kind of ... minor oddities kept happening. The house across the street had some pet birds that were normally always singing, when they went silent. I (as Robin) went over to check on the old man to find he wasn't there either. The cage was rusted, despite being almost new, and some of the stairs had rotted away. Then some eerie glowing gold creatures started appearing. When I went to Batman my mentor, we ended up finding a way into this world, it was like a spirit world that was being sucked into our own, so we started fighting the spirit/demon monsters that were trying to get into our world... After a long hard battle, we managed to defeat them... Or so we thought. We found the tear, which could only be repaired from our world. My mentor went through, as did the ones that helped us. I was just about to when a small golden butterfly fluttered past me, from the spirit world to the real one. It being a butterfly, I paid it no heed, but couldn't help but feel something was off. In the real world, devastation from the tear was beginning to mend. Morning came and the pet birds started singing, and the old man woke to them and said, 'hello my sweets'. The house was restored, nothing was decayed... But an odd little black box was waiting on our doorstep. My mentor began to open it as I looked at leaves that were beginning to fall thanks to the changing season. He found a note that I can't remember what it said... (Something along the lines of "this has only begun") I distinctly remember that the entire time, there was a score playing like it was a movie, dramatic violins and intense music, to which I was thinking "DRAMA! DRAMA! DRAMA!" in tune with the dramatic beat. Hence the title. XD Anyway... My mentor dumped out the contents of the box, which were supposed to be leaves and branches just plucked/broken, but it looked like it had been buried in the forest and already almost dirt. I warily picked up a pencil, nudging the dust and leaves around when a golden butterfly unburied itself and came right at my face. At first it just fluttered around, as butterflies do, but I had already twigged. "It's from the spirit world! I saw it slip out before we sealed the rip!" And a butterfly it was not. When it touched me, I felt a bitter sting, and the "insect" seemed to grow, feeding off my pain. It was turning into a demon, litterally eating me alive when-- My alarm clock went off. I literally laid in bed listening to it going "thank you God, thank you GOD for alarm clocks, ho-lee-crap."

[vigbrastle]

u been watching too much silent hill haven't you wiki?

[GhostLiger]

Whoa! Freaky!

[Daft Punksworth]

Never seen Silent Hill, actually. XD

[vigbrastle]

Jan 4, 2011 23:03:03 GMT -5 Daft Punksworth said:

Never seen Silent Hill, actually. XD

I'll recommend it then. As a late night movie, it has a very cool concept similar-ish to your dream

[TheCharlax]

The following dream is from two nights ago, but I only remembered it as I was falling asleep last night.

As the zombie outbreak overtakes Earth, the world's leaders decide that the only course of action is to flee to the moon and colonize its surface. Because there are no rockets large enough to transport the surviving population of humans, a massive bridge-corridor between the Earth and Moon is being constructed, step by step. The process however, will take several decades, and in that time, refugees crowd within the completed sections of the bridge, gradually moving upwards as the project progresses. As the survivors move up, the old sections behind them are sealed off to further prevent the zombies from pushing through.

I, meanwhile, am part of a special taskforce charged with keeping the zombie hoards at bay, preventing them from entering the bridge altogether. After untold years of fighting however, our resources are wearing thin and we have fallen back to the last line of defense. In desperation, I take the lift elevator to the front of the bridge to report our situation, only to learn that the construction crews themselves, are almost out of supplies and will be unable to finish the bridge, about a dozen miles from the moon's surface.

Racing back to the Earth's surface, I discover that the final barricade has been overrun and the bridge has been breached. Returning to the top of the bridge, I report the situation before descending through the mass of panicked survivors to establish a new line of defense. Several of the civilian-inhabited areas have already been breached, and my remaining men are unable to hold the ravenous hoard back. After evacuating all that we can, we magnetically seal the doors behind us. We reactivate the security doors on each of the levels to prevent more zombies from pushing through as we engage them, but some portions of the bridge are so old that the structural integrity has been jeopardized, allowing the undead to break through the barriers.

At that point we develop a plan. Flying out in my Freedom Gundam (don't ask me where I got it; I haven't even seen the series), I destroy the dilapidated, Earth-bound portions of the space bridge, effectively cutting it loose. The resulting pressure vacuum either sucks the zombies into space, or renders them harmless by means of weightlessness. Since the completed portion of the bridge was close enough, the moon's weak gravity lightly pulls it and the survivors in for a gentle landing. The end.