The Dream of the Giant Fractal Woodlouse. — Page 9

I had a weird dream that I was watching a UK television series with plots along the lines of the film version of American Psycho and the television show Hannibal but made with the grotesque comedic tone of Hot Fuzz or Midsomer Murders. It starred John Barrowman (of all people) playing a user of people who casually tortures them and kills and steals their money and Celia Imrie played the mother of one of his victims and the chief thorn in his side. Her character was the leader of a group of people hounding the Barrowman character but she was just as nasty. I was a bit disappointed to find out the show wasn’t real as I wanted to watch more of it. Despite not being a big Barrowman fan.
He was really good in this show… in my head.

I had another weird one the other night. In the dream I was away visiting a ‘friend’. Presumably a long term one but somebody I have never actually met in reality. He, like myself grew his own food and we had some sort of deal where he would grow my special giant tomato seeds for me. He grew them on his kitchen ceiling and by giant… these suckers were huge like giant pumpkins and collecting them must have been an annual event because my mother (who in reality isn’t that keen on tomatoes) was really looking forward to getting some. So I’m in the guy’s kitchen catching up and checking on these tomatoes only to find he has a bit of pest problem in the form of these giant weevil bugs which are about the size of a babies fist and have totally hollowed out the giant tomatoes growing on the ceiling. The plant has tried to compensate by growing smaller giant tomatoes (about the size of a grapefruit) inside the hollowed out shell (like those baby peppers you find inside bell peppers) but the weevils are eating those too.
They make this audible hum as the tomatoes sway on the ceiling like balloons in a breeze. The kitchen is also home to several hedgehogs. Living with them is another creature that is also covered in spines but walks on two legs and has penguin flippers and an owl like face. It’s wearing blue trousers and is treated like my friend’s child it is very cute in a WTF was I eating last night sort of way.

I had a dream that I was a character in a video game based on the Return of the Living Dead movies.

No, I have nothing more to add to that. That’s about all there was to this particular dream.

I had a dream that I was staying at my parents’ house; my Mum was doing washing in a dressing gown looking very tired and dishevelled, and seemed really pissed off at me. I asked “What did I do?” and she said "You keep freaking out and when I ask what’s wrong you keep screaming “I can’t tell you!”.

What had happened was this - four or five of my friends and I were camping on top of a mountain near where I used to live and we stumbled upon this Mad Max type encampment where a hundred or so local outlaws lived, racing and jumping dune buggies and dirtbikes in a giant dirt half-pipe, drinking and doing drugs and generally being outlaws.

We wandered in and were hanging out watching the dune buggies when someone realized we didn’t belong there, and yelled out for the guards to capture us. We got away and hid from them but were then discovered and ended up in a huge battle. We blew up some of their camp and got away but then they were about to find our camp and there was no escape because we were practically camped on the edge of a cliff.

So we made a trap using a rope net and placing it on the next highest escarpment with some of our gear. The dozen or so outlaws that were about to find us were tricked into going up there and then we all pulled the net down, tumbling the bad guys off the escarpment and into the valley below.

I had been trying to block out the incident, but I broke down and told my Mum that we had been at war with a local gang and that we had only just managed to escape and “I think a few people might have even died!”

That’s a bitchin’ dream.

I had a pretty strange, semi-disturbing dream recently.

In the dream, Earth was at war with a race of aliens who fly around in biomechanical airships with resemble giant flying manta rays. These airships would dropper smaller manta rays to the ground. These smaller mantas were actually bio-bombs, fleshy shells containing a short-range but incredibly virulent viral agent which would turn any living creatures exposed to it into zombies. These zombies weren’t particularly violent – they weren’t brain or flesh-eating monsters – but they were extremely contagious and a danger to anyone close to them.

Anyway, I saw a soldier in a squad stationed at a derelict ranch house, and we were tasked with taking out a bunch of bio-bombs before they could hit the ground and turn anybody into zombies. After dealing with the bio-bombs, we rendezvoused with another squad. At first, the men of the other squad were friendly. Then for some inexplicable reason, they became aloof and then violent against us, taking their weapons and firing upon us. Though caught off guard, we quickly started fighting back.

As it turned out, our squad members all got exposed to the viral agent while we were dealing with the bio-bombs, which began transforming us into decaying zombies; that is why the other squad turned against us. Something in the viral agent rewired out brains to prevent us from recognizing the undead state we were in.

Reoccurring dream themes can be a true pain in the ass.

Had a dream that the powers-that-be made an Independence Day TV series. The weirdest thing about it was that Ripley from the Alien films and Ka D’Argo and his son from Farscape were all major characters in it.

Had more dreams about returning to high school and searching about for her without any success.

My subconscious sucks.

Dreamt that I was dead, a ghost, trapped within the walls of a 17th century palace. She was there, as vibrant with life as ever, and I attempted communication with her, doing everything I could think to do to get her to notice me. Try as I might, she couldn’t or wouldn’t see/hear me.

My subconscious is an asshole.

Finally had a dream which wasn’t depressing.

Trying to describe it isn’t all that easy. All I can say is that it was filled with imagery from my home town, permeated with a distinct '90s atmosphere, had locomotives, some posh-looking scientist who looked like a cross between the Monopoly guy and Col. Sanders, and was completely disjointed.

This is also the first dream I recall ever having that was anywhere near being a lucid dream. There was a point in the proceedings of the dream where everything became very realistic – the colours and textures took on an almost life-like quality – and I willed her to appear. I didn’t want her to appear as she has been appearing in my last couple dreams – largely unseen, distant, and afraid of me – but as someone who loved me and cared about me. So she appeared, a broad smile across her face, and we embraced.

That’s all I remember.

For the second time in my life I’ve had auditory hallucinations when waking.
It sounded like there was loud R&B music being played directly into my ears and then an Afro Caribbean male voice said something (in the manner of a DJ I guess).
“Don’t be alarmed, something good is going to happen soon, keep smiling” something like that.
For a moment I felt like someone had sneaked into my room and put headphones on me because the music and the voice felt so real but that’s sleeping disorders and long journeys to work.
Cool weirdness though.

Dreamt that I was in a burgeoning yet troubled romance with Jennifer Lawrence.

For reasons that are unknown to me, Ms. Lawrence decided to leave her life as a successful and wealthy actress and move in with me and my family. Though we had lots of chemistry – we did lots of smooching and cuddling and talking – having to suffer the overbearing crassness and ignorance of my father and sister was placing undue stress on her; she was all but ready to move out. This frightened me, 'cause if she left, I would be unable to go with her and would lose her forever. The dream then came to an abrupt end with my father telling me to harvest two cucumbers, one of which had been partially devoured and covered in yellow jackets.

Though it was bittersweet and went unresolved, this was one of the best dreams I’ve had in a while.

I had this dream a couple nights ago. I initially decided against recounting it here – it’s a might more … personal … than the dreams I usually have – but I’ve since reconsidered.

I don’t remember how the dream started, but the earliest part I remember was going to UBC Okanagan – the university Dania’s* a student at. For reasons unrevealed to me, a party was being hosted there in her honour, with lots of balloons and confetti and friends and family and acquaintances.

I had arrived there looking particularly disconcerting; dressed only in a loincloth, my hair long and unkempt, rockin’ the Kubrick Stare, I tried to gain access to the party, but Dania ordered me kept out. As they tried to shut the door on me, I wedged my shoulder in the door. I can’t remember if I begged her to let me in or not, but as I was slowly pushed back out the door, she stared at me. Wearing a big humourless grin, she told me I’d never ever be allowed to see her again or get to be a part of her extended family.

Locked out of the party, I then suffered a complete psychological breakdown. Losing all sense of reality, the entire world around me dissolved into amorphous shapes and swirling colours. With there being a psychiatric ward at the university, I decided to commit myself. The doctor who saw me was a black man, kind of roly-poly; I think he was patterned off of Paul Winfield.

I then was somehow out of the ward and away from the university, where I encountered a pretty, petite brunette with shoulder-length hair. Dressed in form-fitting red-and-black clothes, she wanted to fuck me right there and then against the wall. As we got going, I started to transform into the Wolf: the personification of all the secret, base desires I keep bottled up inside. The Wolf didn’t just want to screw this woman; it wanted to take all my misery and rage and hate against the world out on her, to tear her to spreads and bathe in her blood. Fighting to hold onto my humanity, I pulled away from her and quickly left. Returning to the ward, I had the doctor lock me back up. Now in a secure cell, the Wolf retreated, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief. The dream ended there.

*Yeah, I’m not going to skirt around her name anymore. The woman who has me kept locked inside her heart-shaped box is named Dania – wife, mother, and soon-to-be-published novelist. She’s neither goddess nor demoness; use of her name isn’t going to bring swift and terrible wrath down upon me.

DuracellEnergizer said:

Dreamt that I was in a burgeoning yet troubled romance with Jennifer Lawrence.

For reasons that are unknown to me, Ms. Lawrence decided to leave her life as a successful and wealthy actress and move in with me and my family. Though we had lots of chemistry – we did lots of smooching and cuddling and talking – having to suffer the overbearing crassness and ignorance of my father and sister was placing undue stress on her; she was all but ready to move out. This frightened me, 'cause if she left, I would be unable to go with her and would lose her forever. The dream then came to an abrupt end with my father telling me to harvest two cucumbers, one of which had been partially devoured and covered in yellow jackets.

Though it was bittersweet and went unresolved, this was one of the best dreams I’ve had in a while.

I skimmed the first line of this and thought you were bludgeoning Jennifer Lawrence.

DuracellEnergizer said:

I had this dream a couple nights ago. I initially decided against recounting it here – it’s a might more … personal … than the dreams I usually have – but I’ve since reconsidered.

I don’t remember how the dream started, but the earliest part I remember was going to UBC Okanagan – the university Dania’s* a student at. For reasons unrevealed to me, a party was being hosted there in her honour, with lots of balloons and confetti and friends and family and acquaintances.

I had arrived there looking particularly disconcerting; dressed only in a loincloth, my hair long and unkempt, rockin’ the Kubrick Stare, I tried to gain access to the party, but Dania ordered me kept out. As they tried to shut the door on me, I wedged my shoulder in the door. I can’t remember if I begged her to let me in or not, but as I was slowly pushed back out the door, she stared at me. Wearing a big humourless grin, she told me I’d never ever be allowed to see her again or get to be a part of her extended family.

Locked out of the party, I then suffered a complete psychological breakdown. Losing all sense of reality, the entire world around me dissolved into amorphous shapes and swirling colours. With there being a psychiatric ward at the university, I decided to commit myself. The doctor who saw me was a black man, kind of roly-poly; I think he was patterned off of Paul Winfield.

I then was somehow out of the ward and away from the university, where I encountered a pretty, petite brunette with shoulder-length hair. Dressed in form-fitting red-and-black clothes, she wanted to fuck me right there and then against the wall. As we got going, I started to transform into the Wolf: the personification of all the secret, base desires I keep bottled up inside. The Wolf didn’t just want to screw this woman; it wanted to take all my misery and rage and hate against the world out on her, to tear her to spreads and bathe in her blood. Fighting to hold onto my humanity, I pulled away from her and quickly left. Returning to the ward, I had the doctor lock me back up. Now in a secure cell, the Wolf retreated, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief. The dream ended there.

*Yeah, I’m not going to skirt around her name anymore. The woman who has me kept locked inside her heart-shaped box is named [REDACTED], wife, mother, and soon-to-be-published novelist. She’s neither goddess nor demoness; use of her name isn’t going to bring swift and terrible wrath down upon me.

Jesus Christ, let it go already.

Perhaps quoting a block of quoted text with an individual’s name mentioned where they might not like it to be mentioned is compounding the problem.

I would never take these sorts of compulsions lightly.
They can be all consuming, they can hurt but the focus of that attention should not have to have google glue their name to you (even as a pseudonym).

Everybody lets edit the name out of the posts but respect the ache.

Had a dream last night that was basically a bunch of random sequences with no apparent meaning. The one I remember the most is I was walking down a hallway that was in the process of being re waxed and it was super slick so I thought it would be funny to purposely slide down it standing up pretending to be surfing. It went perfectly fine but about halfway through my majestic glide my friend basically appears out of nowhere and grabs me because she was scared I was gonna fall.

Bingowings said:

Perhaps quoting a block of quoted text with an individual’s name mentioned where they might not like it to be mentioned is compounding the problem.

I would never take these sorts of compulsions lightly.
They can be all consuming, they can hurt but the focus of that attention should not have to have google glue their name to you (even as a pseudonym).

Everybody lets edit the name out of the posts but respect the ache.

I’ve [REDACTED] her name in my post.

The ache is not healthy after a certain point, and that point was reached many years ago. Honestly he should probably get some help.