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Post by Rockman Striker on Mar 11, 2015 18:17:06 GMT -5
Had a dream that I was playing a new Megaman Legends game, but it was...strange, to say the least. You played as Megaman Volnutt, but he didn't have on any armor (just normal street clothes), and instead of a buster you used weapons that you found lying around. They weren't like MML-style weapons either, it was basic stuff like pipes and handguns. Roll doesn't spot in this game, instead following you around and giving you advice, sometimes in a really snarky matter. The really strange part was what happened in the ruins. As soon as you start making progress in the ruin (like maybe a few paces in), an upgraded Klaymoor (picture Klaymoor with much bulkier armor) starts chasing you, screaming for revenge after his MML2 defeat. Yes, not only can he move now, he's FAST, like leaping over ledges and clearing large distances with some type of dash. Oh, he's invincible too (either that or my handgun really sucked). Once you manage to lose him (you have a forward roll/dash that you can access by double-tapping the jump button), you come across the refractor room. Volnutt grabs the refractor with that paranoid MML1 reaction, then walks off, followed by Klaymoor MKII spotting you and chasing you to the entrance. Once you get there, he catches you, tells you he was just kidding and only wanted to have some fun with you...and that's when I woke up. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk It sounds something like "Volnutt. Exe" XP I wouldn't play that thing, maybe if it's more like Five nights at freddy's I would give it a try... I haven't realized that post is really old, sorry.
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Post by ravenf6 on Mar 11, 2015 19:45:58 GMT -5
Two dreams have been coming to mind- one involving punching the marionette's lights out, telling him "Shut up about your infernal music box!" This one being mostly of my growing disdain towards the FNAF fanbase- while in a sense, all fanbases can be guilty of trying to shove their fandom into other people's faces, I'm finding the FNAF one being more blatant about it.
The other dream I have is a take on the 'do a barrel roll!' meme from Starfox- this one being Barret trying to balance on a barrel.
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Post by Traingham on Mar 21, 2015 0:04:13 GMT -5
Last night I dreamt of being smashed through makeshift hills of gold coins by a 32 bit sprite of a lizard man holding a golden sword. Now, I don't know why it was specifically a 32 bit sprite of a lizard man whacking me across the gold coin chamber with a golden blade (like, seriously, I think my clothes caught fire at one point from how hard I was getting whacked across the room)–I honestly don't recall playing a game or watching anything in the last few months or year for that matter that would plant the idea in my mind , but it was awesome.
Waking up this morning I had myself a good laugh in the kitchen from how absurd the whole dream was.
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Post by Dashe on May 29, 2015 10:38:53 GMT -5
I was at the mall trying to meet up with my friends, but my cell phone had been stolen and I had to use the first cell phone I ever owned to try to text them. It worked about as well as you'd expect, especially because apparently they refused to text anything other than images that old brick couldn't parse. I decided to just go wait for them in front of the theater for the movie we'd meant to see, but the only showtime was seven hours from that point.
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Post by Bowen Aero on May 30, 2015 11:59:46 GMT -5
It started with a seemingly normal day in the Leroux/Whitney household. Artist sister and cousin arting, loud laughing mother and aunt, and me enjoying a wacky obstacle course game show that was around before Wipeout was a thing. Next thing I knew, I was drafted to compete in a gaming world tournament in Japan. From there it was me in my avatar's POV participating in paintball with Busters, capture the flag, and an Avatar Bending battle royale. Last thing to happen was being pushed off my giant victory pedestal by a runner-up's angry mother.
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Post by Traingham on May 31, 2015 15:54:23 GMT -5
The dream I had last night was a nonsensical mess of unrelated situations that sort of just lead into one another rather seamlessly, so to actually write an account about it from beginning to end would result in the mad rambling of a man. Instead I will talk about the point in the dream in which I entered a Chinese restaurant and all of the customers dining at their tables began to drop their plates to the floor, at which point I dove after every plate and tossed them back at their respective diners faces, crying out "KIYAH" every time I scored a proper hit. I then had to take a number from the ticket dispenser to be assigned a table, but when my number was called the hostess told me that the owner of the establishment wanted to see me, so I followed her to the basement to find my older sister playing cards with a few angry Irish men and women sitting on stacks of money as opposed to chairs.
I never did meet the owner of the establishment, however, my ability to fly was locked at four minutes: thirty-two seconds, which was less than I could say for my sister. This would come in handy for when I was tasked with finding a bullet left behind by Bruce Wayne on a busy highway after a fierce firefight. Tron Bonne was busy sketching out concept art for Final Fantasy XV so she couldn't help me figure out why my pair of Crocs had gone from black to navy.
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Post by Buster Cannon on Jun 11, 2015 17:42:09 GMT -5
Had an interesting one earlier this week. So I'm in the car with my parents on the way to get something to eat. We're pulling into our space, when we happen to notice a man and his wife arguing loudly. The arguing intensifies, and the man strikes his wife. I end up leaping out of the car (while it was still moving), walking over to the man and chastizing him. Dude gets angry and punches me in the face, knocking me out for a second. I get back up, and the man pushes me down, this time stepping on me. I woke up after that. Despite me getting beat up, the dream wasn't what I'd consider a 'nightmare'. What's odd is that I found the entire thing to be rather exhilarating...
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Post by Dashe on Jun 16, 2015 11:05:54 GMT -5
I saw an official ad for "Murder, She Wrote" Legos and somehow didn't figure out I was dreaming that whole time. The rest of the dream somehow involved traipsing through some woods into an unnaturally short tunnel that led to a ledge way high up a dusty mountain, and participating in a contest where I had to grab onto two boats at once while they were moving and stay on both of them for as long as I could. It's official, I'm definitely not into the lucid dreaming scene.
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Post by satoh on Jun 16, 2015 17:36:31 GMT -5
I dreamt I was a mecha pilot sent to retaliate against a hostile space colony who had previously attacked the planet. Also I was apparently a woman. (That happens sometimes). After breaking through their front line I was caught in a trap, but while the rest of my team were attacking I snuck into an enemy mech, but couldn't get it to do anything because it was so much more primitive and had no digital controls.
I sat there for a while before I finally felt sorry for the massively inferior enemy and surrendered myself. For some reason I was integrated into their society, and they were surprised at how civil I was about the whole thing. I wasn't allowed to go home, but so long as I didn't start any trouble I could stay as an upstanding citizen.
Never did figure out why they attacked us in the first place. Then I helped with some laundry. Then I woke up.
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Post by logamanx on Jun 19, 2015 13:16:50 GMT -5
A few nights ago I had a dream where I was making a movie with my brother. We had an old VHS video recorder and we where running around a mall filming and we had actual zombies chasing us. shaquille o'neal was also in the movie and have no idea what my sub conscience is trying to tell me. Maybe I shouldn't have lent my brother my camera? Maybe I shouldn't have played so much Nintendo before bed? Maybe I should lay off the caffine? I just don't know.
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Post by Bowen Aero on Aug 20, 2015 5:29:11 GMT -5
Not about dreaming but still sleep-related, I went to bed at 8 instead of 11 last night and I literally just woke up and it's fucking 3 in the god damn morning. I am never going to sleep early again, I swear to god...
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Post by glydethebeauty98 on Jan 5, 2016 4:39:01 GMT -5
My dream last night was wierd and unthinkable.... I was on holiday in italy with my family, and we where in a tourist group whit many other People. My brother where talking whit the tour guide and my mom and dad where taking Pictures. Suddenly a explosion nearby where causing us to jump Down on the ground. I saw a strange figure standing whit a rocket launcher and the figure pointed the weapon right on me... Then i heard a lightsaber sound and the sound of a painful scream and..... I remember i woke up in a bed.... Besides me sat... Obi wan kenobi and smiled at me... I think i asked where my family was.... And he Answerd that they where alright, and the man who where trying to kill me was a assasin from the clan of iluminati named Tony stark.... Obi wan leaved the room and came in whit a lightsaber and putted it in my hand and told me to try it... It was a rainbow colored lightsaber and when i swung it cat sounds could be heard from it.... The rainbow lightsaber was so intense That i felt asleep Again..... And then i woke up in the real world!
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Post by Bean on Jul 11, 2017 8:08:59 GMT -5
I had a dream last week that's been replaying in my mind ever since. I'm walking along a lit white path with everything else around that path is pitch black. As I'm going along, these voices come from within the darkness and are basically talking down to me. I keep on walking with no clue where this road is leading, but the words still hurt. This went on for a handful of minutes before I woke up in a cold sweat. I don't remember if I ever heard what they were saying in the darkness, either. It just hurt to hear.
I just don't know what to make of that one.
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