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Post by karkatvantas on Mar 16, 2012 19:11:52 GMT -5
Had a dream/nightmare a few nights ago (not really sure what to call it. Most times I have dreams involving my one phobia I wake up sweating and feeling like I'm about to die, but I slept through this one in its entirety) that involved being abducted by aliens and forced to attend some space university. Everyone I've mentioned it to has suggested I write a short story/novel about this, but I'm really not that interested in writing something so sci-fi. Apparently they were benevolent extraterrestrials who had green skin and all white eyes and looked mostly human except for the fact that they were completely bald and had a little bit of lizardy crest on top of their heads. They were pretty nice, and wanted me to adjust to the difficulties of college in space. And they were genuinely excited to have an earthling in their intergalactic post-secondary school.
Dreamrater gives it 5 of 5 weird stars.
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Post by Handlebar-Orion X. on Mar 23, 2012 0:05:17 GMT -5
I had two different weird dreams last night. One positive, the other scary.
In my first dream, I dreamed that my animation was finally done. And viral. Megaman Legends 3 was back in production, with just a few events to go before the full game is finished. Just for fun, Dashe was working on a live-action 80's style abstract music video, and I was one of many people involved. In the video, she was wearing a maroon-ish black robe like a Sith Lord from Star Wars or something, and was leading a small choir of fans on a paisley perrywinkle set just like most 80's videos. And for some reason, I was dressed up like a cherub, suspended by a high wire behind her with a prop harp. As I started to sing, (and my singing voice improved,) I'm seeing my part on MTV2. Apparently that video went viral too. And once I started laughing at it, I woke up
When trying to get up, I fell back asleep into dream number 2.
In this one, I dreamed that I was in my house, sorting my Wii, Xbox 360, DS and PS3 games, (although I don't have a PS3,) when all of a sudden I heard some commotion outside. It was night time. I look outside my window, and I see two men and a woman in grey hoodies running in terror. I look over to the left, and there's a frail mad man with glasses and curly blonde hair in a wheel chair smiling, carrying a pistol and shooting everything in sight at random while chasing after the scared people. As I saw him point the gun at my house, I get down and hear two gunshots. Luckily my house didn't get shot, but unfortunately one of the men did. The mad man was arrested on the spot, and suddenly it was the next night. All the windows were boarded up and plastered, as my mom and sister are laughing at a joke they heard. As I start laughing, I look over to the walls, and the windows reappear. Shortly afterward, I woke up again to start my day confused at what I dreamed. But remaining positive about the first dream.
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Post by Dashe on Mar 25, 2012 15:49:19 GMT -5
Handlebar, rest assured that even if you could sing better, I would never cast you in any live action role that requires wandering around topless until you've shaved, bulked up, tanned, and had a haircut. Even then I'd still probably never put a cherub in anything in the first place. I had a dream about spotting a giant robot in an open field. More specifically, this robot, about a million times bigger, without a plug and with green eyes. A chubby brunet guy named Mikael built it and started piloting it through Amish country, Pennsylvania. I really wanted one for myself. Then I found out Mikael had to kill people to power something that big and pit his friends against each other so he wouldn't have so much blood on his hands. Eh, whatever. School was in and I had to go to it. It even had its own airport bookstore where the cafeteria was supposed to be.
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Post by karkatvantas on Mar 25, 2012 21:01:03 GMT -5
I dreamt that my kitchen contained a sentient dishwasher that was lazy and kept avoiding getting filled with dishes because it didn't want to do its job. Cue me throwing plates at it. Very strange dream, and somewhat uneventful.
Thursday night I dreamt that a demon was trying to overtake my body. A very disturbing experience, and one that's kept me somewhat wary of sleeping since.
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Post by Bean on Mar 26, 2012 4:10:02 GMT -5
I had a weird one tonight, although it was more like a half-asleep dream than a real one. Anyway, I was walking down a city street and randomly starting up conversations with people I didn't know. That on its own is weird to me, but there was an added twist to it. You see, whenever somebody finished their piece of dialogue, they would just completely freeze in place and get this grayish-blue tint to their bodies.
I'd notice this, but instead of being concerned, I just got this "What are you doing?" look on my face before moving on to the next person. This went on for about four or five people before I just randomly woke up.
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Post by karkatvantas on Mar 26, 2012 8:34:37 GMT -5
You were talking to NPCs, dude.
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Post by Handlebar-Orion X. on Apr 3, 2012 20:01:46 GMT -5
Dashe, I was actually wearing a toga in that dream, which is rather odd and non-cherub like. But the rest of the way through, I was cherubic. And for the record, I shave for no one. Except for my back, neck and sections of my face. (between my mustache and goatee, between the eyebrows, and around my sideburns to make them grow in an L pattern.) Those parts I will shave. Anywhere else, no. I wear my body hair as a declaration of ruggedness, and a badge of manliness. I had one of the coolest dreams last night. Last night, I dreamt 100,000 Strong for Bringing Back Megaman Legends 3 got 100,001 likes, and after some quick negotiations MML3 was finally brought back in production. Right as it was announced, I heard the JFK quote "ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country" from the song Cult of Personality, and I woke up.
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Post by Bean on May 3, 2012 23:52:48 GMT -5
This one isn't too odd, but I literally had a dream where I saw myself sleeping from a third-person perspective. I can tell you that I slept more soundly than I have in a long time from that, so yeah.
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Post by blayze16 on May 7, 2012 0:20:12 GMT -5
The details are a bit washed out since I didn't "save" this dream to my permanent memory, but here goes.
So I was walking on the streets when suddenly, a nearby nuclear reactor exploded. A majority of the nearby people turned to zombies, some gained superpowers (mostly flight) and a very small percentage got both (flying zombies, wtf?). So I was running away, going into all sorts of places, when I got cornered I can uncannily, rewind the time back to when the reactor exploded.
After some time, I "woke up", turned my head to my open laptop (I sleep on a futon, and I turned off my laptop before sleeping) and said to myself, "I know it scared me senseless, but I think it makes a good game." I then proceeded to save the "game" and then I woke up.
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Post by Loken on May 8, 2012 10:37:37 GMT -5
I had a dream that me and my friend Dee were at the park and they were having a give away. Dee and Dee's friend that my subconscious made up where just chilling out and then over a microphone they announced Dee won $60,000! And my immediate reaction was too get super-duper pissed off and have a hissy fit! Absolutely burning with jealousy.
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Post by Dashe on May 20, 2012 18:15:22 GMT -5
My latest dream was about losing the notebook of evidence I had that my mom had a crush on one of my choir directors, and then finding it in a Wal-Mart with snotty-popular-girl handwriting all over it. Some snooty cheerleader type had found it and scribbled reactions all over every page. I had this overwhelming sense of dread that this was going to turn into a middle school movie in the making, but the comments actually said I was a hilariously brilliant writer and that my mom and the director sound like they'd have made a cute couple. There were other glowing reviews, too, from other nameless popular kids. I definitely was not expecting that.
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on May 21, 2012 8:12:58 GMT -5
I had a weird dream last night where I was in town ten miles away from my house, and I had to hitchhike my way back home. The way it was playing out, I was grocery shopping with my mom, and then I ended up making a stupid, snide comment. Well, when she pays for the groceries, she takes them to the truck and then speeds off, deliberately leaving me there.
So the rest of the dream is just me walking along the side of the road, trying to get home, up until I come across a rather nice house owned by some well-off people. They invite me inside, I get something to eat for dinner from them--by that time it's nightfall--and they offer to drive me back the rest of the way home, but I end up politely declining. Something I said about it was along the lines of "This is a lesson I've gotta learn for myself" or something.
As I'm about to wake up, the dream cuts to me walking into the house, covered in twigs and leaves, with my shirt torn in some part. I come in, keep the dogs from attacking me, flip off my mom, and go to sleep, which is when I woke up this morning.
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Post by Handlebar-Orion X. on May 27, 2012 1:07:22 GMT -5
I had a nightmare last night that Capcom decided to delete the Devroom, and all the Capcom-Unity groups for all the games they pay little to no attention to like Breath of Fire and Zak & Wiki. Which of course royally P-Oed everybody and caused yet another controversy, but at the end of the blogpost announcing why they deleted those groups, Capcom said they were thinking about reviving the Megaman Legends 3 Project but in a new group. Leading some to believe they would officially trademark the title NeoDevroom for said new group.
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Post by Loken on Jul 4, 2012 15:03:26 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that I think could have easily been a major motion picture in the 80's. It's also a sign that I should stop listening to music when I sleep. Anyway heres the basic premise: The President's wife has been kidnapped by a sinister cult who pretend to be Christens. They have a huge cathedral with grounds the size of a suburb that's completely white and shiney and it's attendees (most of which do not know about the cult) all must wear brilliant white suits and dresses. The CIA can't send regular operatives to rescue the first lady since next to no one knows it's a cult and if they did it would alert the cults and they would escape before they could stop them. The CIA must send undercover agents to rescue the first lady and figure out just what the cultist want with her. Luckily for the CIA the 'church' is to hold a huge charity gala and it's the perfect opportunity to infiltrate the compound. The CIA, needing operatives that can properly fit the setting, call in a favor from their two best former agents, Daryl Hall and John Oates, to do the job! The duo offers to do a live concert at the event and to contribute a large amount to their 'charity' so they can gain access to the compound and conduct their mission inconspicuously. ((This is where things get blurry)) At some point Hall & Oates come in contact with the cultist as they chased a mostly nude woman down a hallway. The duo rescue the girl and tie up her attackers after severely bloodying them. When they question the girl about what's going on she says that they are holding hundreds of women captive under the cathedral, bu she can't say for sure if the first lady is among them. When questioned the cultists refused to answer and bit down on cyanide pills. (Skip forward because I don't know what happened next) The duo are running from the white suit-clad cultists on the cathedral roof, jumping over heat and air utilities and gothic architecture. In an act of desperation they jump off the roof on to a large deck-like balcony where they fight off the cultist with their martial arts skills, many times knocking them off the edge. The run through the balcony doors into a massive, sinister dining room where they find their longtime fellow musician and secret agent Paul Simon(of Simon and Garfunkel) fighting off cultists with a .45. After Hall and Oates help Simon with the cultist he tells them that he's discovered that he discovered the way into the secret labyrinth where the women are being held. It's under the stage in the main ballroom which is off limits until the concert. He informs them that he will join them on stage as a special guest and afterwards descend with them into the labyrinth. ((Skip forward to the concert)) As the group is on stage playing what I think I remember being 'Out of Touch' the light fixtures fall and almost kill the performers as the smoke machine goes out of control covering the room in thick smoke while cultists kidnap the three agents and take them to the labyrinth. ((And from there I don't know what happens until the ending)) A helicopter takes off from the cathedral roof with the first lady in it. Hall and Oates (with the help of Paul Simon) had rescued the captured women and were now in pursuit of the cult leader. Daryl Hall jumps off the roof and grabs a hold of the helicopters ladder and fights the cult leader while he's dangling. John Oates drives a jeep on a mountain ridge parallel to the copter while Paul Simon radios in CIA back up in the passenger seat. Hall knocks the Cult leader out and steers the helicopter closer to them jeep as the fist lady jumps in Simon's arms and Hall jumps in the back. The helicopter explodes into the mountain as the group outruns it in the jeep. (This next part I just made up for an ending since it didn't really have one.) In the end the cathedral is turned into a proper church, the cultists were arrested, the three agents receive the Presidential Medal of Freedom, and Hall and Oates' new album 'H2O' goes platinum. Fades out to credits playing 'You Make My Dreams'. All the names are either mine or Hall and Oates (and Paul Simon)! That's my most awesome and lucid dream so far in my life and I plan on telling everybody about it!
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Post by Handlebar-Orion X. on Jul 19, 2012 0:10:00 GMT -5
I had one heck of a dream last night and on the anniversary of MML3's cancellation no less!
I dreamt that on the anniversary, Capcom-unity went under maintenance for a few hours and when it came back up, the Devroom was sleeker with more artwork and a notice cryptically eluding to, but not entirely announcing that MML3 was back in production.
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