The Dream of the Giant Fractal Woodlouse. — Page 8

yhwx said:

And, besides, what use is there to be gained from remembering your dreams in detail other than entertainment?

Inspiration.

Doing taxes.

yhwx said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

yhwx said:

And, besides, what use is there to be gained from remembering your dreams in detail other than entertainment?

Inspiration.

Inspiration for what?

Art.

Oh, and to pre-emptively cover the inevitable “What kind of art?” question:

• Paintings
• Drawings
• Etchings
• Engravings
• Sculpture
• Prose
• Poetry
• Filmmaking
• Music

And many, many, many more possibilities that don’t even come to mind as of this moment.

How reasonable?

We’re gonna need some examples of exactly how reasonable.

More reasonable than you can shake a stick at.

I’m shocked he didn’t respond to that post.

LuckyGungan2001 said:

Come to think of it, that was a pretty awesome dream.

And probably a better movie than the real TFA (all IMHO, of course).

Had a dream were I met two different, equally vivacious women and got romantically involved with them both. I was ready and willing to see them both at the same time – informing neither of the of the other’s existence, of course. Regardless, one of the girls found out about the other and gave me an ultimatum to choose between them. As I liked them both equally, I don’t want to have to choose between them. Then I woke up.

The dream gave me a good pretty good idea for a sci-fi story, actually, and I’ve already figured out an ending: Replace myself with a mad scientist proxy, and have him stick the two girls in a Fly-type transporter, thus resolving the love triangle by merging them into a single woman.

My last dream was pretty disconcerting.

It was like I was trapped in a Twilight Zone episode or a David Lynch movie where the laws of physics themselves seemed to be breaking down around me. I would see things appear and disappear in-and-out of thin air without anyone else noticing, and the people in my life themselves would change shape – take on different hairstyles, skin colours, even different dimensions (Imagine someone becoming a living Picasso and you’ve got a pretty accurate description or what I’m talking about.).

Matters got so bad that I opened the front door of my home, and facing the cold winter weather outside, I screamed out to God to deliver me from whatever was happening. Well, it seems that God did answer my cry, for the weird breakdown of reality came to a halt. In this new stabilized reality, I found that I was now blond, in my early teens, and with a pronounced overbite; I was also the sidekick of both Superman and the Flash, dressed in some Kid Flash/Superboy combo outfit.

There were some similarities, yes. No sunglasses or leather jacket, though.

I meant to mention this dream earlier, but in the tedium of my tedious life, I forgot about it. Luckily, I recalled the dream just now.

Basically, the dream began with me connecting an N64 console to my TV and struggling to get a pristine reception through the screen. Then some weird shit with my house catching fire transpired and the dream realigned. Suddenly I found myself watching a SW equivalent of Reservoir Dogs. Watto had brought all these gangsters together for some nefarious purpose. One of the gangsters was played by Bryan Adams.

Anyway, Bryan did something which pissed Watto off, so Watto had him killed.

Had another one of my “back to high school” dreams earlier today. In this dream, I was crawling through the hallways and up-and-down the stairs on my belly like I was a giant lizard, hissing like a snake at anyone who looked at me the wrong way or tried to interfere with me.

Johnny Ringo said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

That kind of reminds me of the few times I’ve suffered sleep paralysis. It’s unnerving as hell, to say the least.

A friend of mine was recently explaining his experiences with this. it all sounds pretty terrifying.

When I was young I had this experience quite frequently but until just recently, I did not know that it was an actual thing. I always thought it was due to a fear of the dark … feeling that actual presence in the room without being able to see it. I do remember thinking my childhood home was haunted but I could never prove it. Sleep paralysis was one of the scariest things I’ve had happen to me during my lifetime. On occasion this experience revisits me and it still scares the shit out of me even though I know I’m in a safe place.

Had a dream that I finally watched a film from the MCU that I actually liked. I don’t recall any details; I just know it featured subterranean civilizations and had the Hulk in it.