Questioning dream logic?

Had a whole bunch of weird dreams last night (or was it this morning?) I can’t remember most of what went on in them, but here are some fragments I recall:

• My father asking me for the names of the directors who directed Night of the Living Dead and its remake in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.
• Dream demons who look like wingless angels with '70s hairstyles coming after me.

There were more snippets I recalled after waking up, but they’ve all sadly faded from memory now.

I had the following dream a couple nights ago, but neglected to talk about it then. It’s a pretty interesting dream, though, so I’ll record it here for posterity in case I ever forget about it in the future.

Basically, the dream started off with me going back to my old high school to finish off my high school education. This is a recurring dream theme of mine – going back to my old school, where I was expelled back in 2004, the only student there in his twenties, with all the classmates I knew from way back when long gone, leaving me peerless and lonely.

Anyway, in these dreams, I usually just go through the motions – I may be searching for someone or a photograph of someone I knew from the past, but otherwise I handle myself well under the circumstances in those surroundings. This time, though, I had a nervous breakdown; I started screaming that I shouldn’t be there, that if it weren’t for all the bullshit I had gone through, I would’ve graduated years ago.

That’s when the dream got really bizarre. Suddenly, it was revealed that I wasn’t really myself and that none of this was really happening. I was really a teenaged kid – fourteen or fifteen – who kinda resembled a young Rod Taylor, the adopted son of a lesbian couple, who had suffered a psychotic break, leading me to believe I was a completely different, older person.

Oh, but the weirdness really jacked up from there. I then slipped on a red visor, and in doing so I was able to perceive another person in another world; this person was me – not the teenaged Rod Taylor me, but the me-me – only I was dressed like a man from the '50s – with short, slicked-back hair, attired in a neat black suit – and I was sitting in a chair, hooked up to a virtual reality machine.

So, to make it clear, the dream was about this: a 1950s version of myself was hooked up to a virtual reality machine, causing me to experience a VR simulation where I was a teenaged Rod Taylor, who was suffering delusions of being a far older man who was suffering a mental breakdown as a result of having to go back to his old high school.

I think Philip K. Dick would’ve been proud of this dream.

A few nights ago, I had a dream that my dad brought me home a girlfriend. We weren’t particularly interested in each other, and just sat awkwardly around in different places until my dad finally suggested I go and talk to her.

The next night, I had a follow-up dream, in which she came over again. While she was out of the room, I had to ask my dad what her name was, as he had evidently forgotten to introduce her the first time (it was Crystal). I still wasn’t really interested in her, but instead of sitting around awkwardly, I decided to take her to Arby’s this time. The dream ended just as we got there.

Thankfully, she didn’t come back the next night. The date must not have gone well. 😄

Tyrphanax said:

If you think that’s boring, I once had a dream where I ran out of milk so I went to the store and bought more milk.

but did you drink the milk?!?!?!?!?

You shouldn’t have sold that dream short. It was almost as exciting as Coupon: The Movie.

Pfft, that shit is so sweet you should post about it in the “What Do You Want In The Rest Of The ST” thread.

I had a dream once.

Was it a Pink Panther movie?

Not this again…

Neglify said:

That dream would have put me to sleep while I was sleeping.

No doubt. She probably didn’t come back because I fell asleep at the wheel and got us killed.

Thank goodness my real friends are more interesting.

I had this really wacky dream early this morning. I dreamt I was a time-travelling, Kung Fu-fighting secret agent – sort of a three-way cross between Marty McFly, Bruce Lee, and James Bond.

The dream was going really good – I foiled a demon’s attempt to re-convert me to Armstrongism, and I was kicking all sorts of malign ass – when the real-life bickering between my parents woke me up.

Just gotta love my parents. When they’re not sabotaging my life, they’re sabotaging my dreams.