The Dream of the Giant Fractal Woodlouse. — Page 13

I thought up a catchy tune in a dream I had last night. Alas, the lyrics are now lost to me.

There was also something about travelling on buses, hooking up with some girl with really long, blond hair, and getting stuck with a dirty needle, too.

Most recent dream(s) I had:

Trance Gemini and Seamus Harper from the TV show Andromeda were on a ship stranded in a pocket universe. Since this pocket universe was so small, there weren’t that many stars present, which caused Trance to grow progressively weaker. Once her hair started failing out, she gave a strand to Harper, asking him to weave it into his own hair.

On the Ferengi homeworld, most if not all the Ferengi were covered in silver body paint, having an orgy. Then the Cardassians came, conquered the planet, and arrested half the Ferengi. The Cardassians then started having sex with the remaining Ferengi. One of the Ferengi taken away called this act a base abomination.

My parents bought a purple cleaning fluid advertised on an infomercial. Unfortunately, the stuff was too caustic; it began eating holes through the floor. Furthermore, the seller of the product turned out to be the thrall of a skeletal female vampire.

Had another “back to high school dream”. This one’s a bit too complicated and personal to describe here. Suffice to say, I found myself trapped in multiple states of existence, unable to tell which one was real and which were just incredibly vivid dreams.

Latest bits of recalled dream minutiae:

• The family and I won a small cat-like bear by way of a call-in radio show. We initially planned to donate the bear to a zoo, but upon seeing how well our dogs bonded with it, we decided to keep it.

• I got myself a girlfriend, a blonde who somewhat resembled this woman. My mother didn’t like her, though, as she was bisexual and polyamorous. While I tolerated her promiscuity, I got the sense that our relationship just wasn’t going to last.

I don’t think I’d try getting into a long-term relationship with a polyamorous woman in real life.

DuracellEnergizer said:

I don’t think I’d try getting into a long-term relationship with a polyamorous woman in real life.

Luke never thought he would return to Tatooine.

I had a really weird dream it must have been Twin Peaks inspired. It had these agents who (in the style of Mission Impossible) could make masks out of the faces of dead people but they looked kind of marbled. Pale with dark veins in them.
One black woman volunteered to put on the mask of a white woman and her body completely changed to match the new face. And she went to make some meeting with what looked like a man wearing a similar mask and he detonated a vest bomb and they exploded leaving nothing but a puddle. The dream then shifted to a child pushing a tree branch that was very close to his bedroom and trading small statues of various gods. It was compelling stuff.

Two bits of imagery I recall from my latest dream(s):

• Two all-girl lacrosse teams were out on my front lawn, playing a match. I recall the colours of one of the team’s uniforms: red jerseys with black shorts.
• Illya Woloshyn and Pat Roach were engaged in a fierce battle-to-the-death grudge match out in the streets, surrounded by an audience of hoodlums. Illya was using a baseball bat as his weapon while Pat was using a long hammer (a regular carpenter’s hammer with an absurdly long handle).

^Best. Dream. Ever.

suspiciouscoffee said:

In my dream, a small Borg scout ship was attacking a beachside town. Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman all showed up to defeat it, but they didn’t know what to do. They didn’t want to kill them, but they also didn’t want to get assimilated. Someone had the idea of introducing the Borg to Philip K. Dick, so they did that. The Borg suddenly became so pleased that they gave Superman the trunks he’s been missing since 2011.

Best anything ever.

suspiciouscoffee said:

Had a dream where myself and a friend of mine were ensigns on the Enterprise-D and discovered that Worf was trying to kidnap gay people and send them to the Klingon Empire for some reason. There’s more to it, but I’m not sure to to explain the rest.

Humpback gays?

I quite literally just woke up from the following dream, so it’s still fresh in my mind.

I, my parents, and my sister were out visiting neighbours when a wildfire started blazing to the east of us; it was so intense, it sent a veritable pillar of flame into the sky, a thick blanket of smoke unfurling from it to cover the sky. Since the fire was very close – several hundred metres away at most – and due to its ferocity, it was believed it would grow beyond control before fire fighters could arrive to contain it and easily sweep over our homes.

Fearful for the fate of my pets and my belongings, against the warnings of all others, I started running home as fast as I could to try to save my pets and collect what belongings I could in the short amount of time I had before the flames swept over things. Something happened to me then, though – an injury or some such – 'cause for some reason I was knocked out cold. When I came to, it was weeks later. I learned second-hand from my family that our home had been one of the ones caught in the fire; all of our possessions had presumably been destroyed, and one of our dogs had died (I don’t know what become of our plethora of cats).

Jump forward a decade or two, and I found myself wandering the grounds of a nearby university, where I crossed paths with a female student (who resembled this actress). I asked her if she knew about the wildfire which claimed my neighbourhood all those years ago; she said she did. I asked her if she’d like to come with me to visit the old neighbourhood; she said she did. Together, we walked to my old neighbourhood. The landscape had changed considerably since the 2010s. Where there had once been a small church there was now an Arby’s restaurant (which had transitioned from a chain of sandwich restaurants into a Dairy Queen knockoff in the intervening years).

Coming to where my house had once stood, we found no trace of it. Instead there were several affluent, white-painted homes and small shacks present. Many of the buildings were smouldering, including one fuzzy Chow Chow who lay in one of the front yards (The Chow Chow was alive and unharmed in spite of this.). The girl pondered on how the area could still be smouldering after all these years, but it was readily apparent that this was the result of a recent fire, not remnants of that long bygone wildfire.

At least it wasn’t Darth Id.

Tantive3+1 said:

I’m walking down a city street alone at night and then I’m suddenly surrounded by people with body parts in their mouths. I then realize that those are my body parts their eating, but it’s too late because I’m already gone.

Please tell me you quoted this line in your dream.