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Post by MrMcRae on Jul 20, 2011 15:22:40 GMT -5
The japanese influences, I think, were a sure sign of it. And the recent activity in the community; I don't think i'd nearly have this vivid of a dream if it hadn't been for getting involved with the fanbase. Chill with megaman fans = get equipped with visions! Wrote this up just as soon as I woke up. Didn't want to lsoe anything. Sorry if some of the details weren't too clear. Thanks for giving it a read. And as for last night... I'm not sure if I had a dream or a nightmare last night. It combined two fo my biggest hates in the world: public education and Michele Bachmann. I'm sitting at a long wooden desk. I don't know how long I've been in this high school, but I've taken to it as I did the first time around - reading and writing. I could care less for whatever the state's shovelling into my head, I'd rather work on my craft. Suddenly, Michele Bachmann shows up. She looks at the smattering of books, papers, and incomplete classwork on my desk. She reaches down, picking up my copy of The Worm Ouroboros. She's looking at the back of the book, but I know she isn't bothering to read it. She's just making a show of it. "Is this what your class is studying?" That familiar hate for school teachers, politicians, and all men of class - it's back again, familiar and hot. I stare at her, knowing that the whole of the class is looking right at me. Finally, she turns down, finally deigning to look me in the eye as she mocks me. "I thought this was algebra, Ma-" I pelt her with a pen before she can finish my name. It beans her right across the nose, leaving a nice splotch of black ink. Before she can react, I've taken up another book and chucked it at her. Then another, and another. And she responds by going completely Hulk, turning into a gorilla, and running off into the indeterminate stretch of hallway that connects to our classroom. I woke up feeling more confused than spiteful. :S
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Post by Avegodro on Aug 5, 2011 8:40:46 GMT -5
Can't really recall the first dream but the second one I can.
Its someplace tropical looking, shallow ocean all around with coral rocks and palm trees. Real beautiful place and there is a quaint little town in the middle of this island. Some of the roads go out into the water so you can take the scenic route if you want. That is where the beauty stops, the town and roads are littered with black pieces of wreckage and the whole place is pockmarked with holes. Broken windows, crumbling buildings ruins and the place is a ghost town, literally.
There is a constant wailing and screaming of the people who once lived here. The spirits are violet in color, insubstantial and play out the last moments over and over. The vehicles even have their own ghosts and they just add to the clamor and noise.
The scene shifted to show a flash of a group of people walking into the town looking around wild eyed and trying to keep cool. One of them this blonde dude really gets messed up and starts flipping out at times. He hates these ghosts and tries to stay away as much as possible.
The final part is them sitting inside of a building with a large window overlooking main street. The guy and his compatriots are looking out the window watching the spirits go through their routine. The shrieking and wailing kick up and the guy flips, grabs what looks like an IV pole, screams some inhuman noise and charges the window, but stops just short of smashing it.
"Get out of my head get the @@@@ out of my head!" He screams and everyone else backs away from him with worried expressions.`He stands there raging at the dead and drops the pole. The view pulls back showing the group looking over the tropical necropolis and then I woke up.
The whole dream switched from looking like a psx game to a 3d pc game.
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Post by purifierunit20xx on Aug 5, 2011 10:07:32 GMT -5
Oh god... My dream last night.....
Well it all started out in the boy's locker room at the high school I used to go to. I was dressed and ready for the gym class I was not looking forward to. Then, as far as I can remember, it just jumped to playing basketball in the gym. And basketball was my least favorite sport to play in high school. I was so overwhelmed by my team mates and the gym teachers nagging about how I was playing. And then, immediately after, I woke up sweating.
Funny thing is, the week before, I had a dream I couldn't remember my locker combination in the same locker room. I seem to always have stressful gym class dreams near the end of the summer. I wonder why I'm still having them even though I'm heading into my second year of college.
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Post by Edich on Aug 5, 2011 13:05:58 GMT -5
I actually have a pretty weird/surreal case. You see, I don't actually recall any of my dreams. I was woken up very intermittently throughout the whole night, something I'm somewhat use to due to fairly bad insomnia(I'm usually on the "can't get to sleep" side of insomnia than the "can't stay asleep" side, though). So I know I must have had some dream because I woke up with the most alarmingly high levels of sheer confusion possible, but nothing else(normally I'd just wake-up, maybe recall something, then go back to sleep).
So basically I had this super high level of bafflement but literally no predicament, paradox, or conundrum that caused the incident, so my sleep-deprived brain was just making up stuff to go with the confusion or something, or maybe I was remembering my dream but not remembering it was from a dream.
All I know is that I was completely awake and alert, mulling over such schizophrenic thoughts as "I don't think the fractal married the wasp until the 8th episode, and where in the game does (some name with a Y I can't remember) get the pagoda?" As if it was all one single, currently occurring and highly important situation.
I would mull over these randomized situations in my head for about 30 seconds to a minute before some semblance of rationale kicked in and I would go back to sleep. And by "some semblance of rationale" I don't mean going "this is stupid/insane" or at least not most of the time. Usually it was more like "I'll figure it out in the morning."
This happened pretty much every hour on the hour for 14 hours as I tried to get some amount of rest for the night. Also that Y name was almost a universal constant in all my made up paradoxes and I can't for the life of me remember the actual name. I believe I was under the impression that it was a girl's name, though. I remember one time she was supposed to be an NPC in some video-game or tabletop campaign but the problem was that she was the size of a galleon and the world was, like a pillow or something?
That was the thing I pondered the longest, mainly because it had some semblance of relevance to it. Since making up NPCs for video-games/campaigns is something I'm doing a lot of right now and thus it took my super sleepy logic much longer to catch up on the BS of that train of thought.
Maybe it was sleep paralysis, which would be odd since I hadn't had that since I was 16(though it was all the time back then). Or maybe I was more tired that night then I was really aware of.
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Post by Dashe on Aug 17, 2011 13:33:09 GMT -5
Last night I dreamed that I went to a con. That con was set up like a grocery store, and Capcom had the small children from this past Sunday's Glee Project episode dressed like Power Rangers knockoffs so they could sell a four-step skin care treatment kit by giving out free samples of each of the different steps involved. The first step was a moisturizing facial wash, the second was unmemorable, the third was a toner, and the fourth was Lucky Charms.
Then I had to go rescue Kenzo Tsujimoto's grandchildren from the top floor of a burning 5-star hotel in exchange for a copy of Mega Man Legends 3 Prototype, but Tsujimoto reconsidered after I'd done all that and gave me an autographed picture of himself instead. :06:
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Post by Buster Cannon on Aug 22, 2011 11:20:34 GMT -5
I actually had a weird dream in which Harpuia (Megaman Zero) was revealed as a new character for UMvC3, complete with an 8-way air-dash for whatever reason. I woke up disappointed, honestly.
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Post by Dashe on Aug 24, 2011 14:02:29 GMT -5
I just dreamed I was at my friend's birthday party, which was held at a production of Batman Arkham Asylum: The Musical (in the round). Her mom had a really bad real life crush on one of my favorite professors, so he wound up getting invited because she wanted him there, which was really weird. Too weird for me to stay for cake, so I left after the show ended and managed to dodge being called up on stage to assist with the magic act even though my friend rigged it so I'd get called up there.
Towards the end of the show, everyone got to try and put caramel on some brownies with a plastic knife, but it was pretty hard to get it to stick to anything other than the knife.
I was heading for home on foot through a factory ghetto when I realized I'd forgotten something and ran back to the building where they were holding the party. There was no cake left in the reception hall...either that, or the cake was a lie...and no guests either, except my professor and some woman who looked nothing like his wife, my friend's lovestruck mom, and both of my parents, who'd even attended my grandfather's funeral separately. My professor got this wicked grin on his face and called me by a boy's name, which I reacted very poorly to because in this particular dream I was male-to-female transgendered and my parents had just told him in retaliation for all of the awful practical jokes I'd pulled on him in school. I woke up in the middle of yelling at my parents over it. It was probably the weirdest thing I've dreamed in a long while.
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Post by Adrian2040 on Aug 24, 2011 21:05:06 GMT -5
Last night I dreamed that I obtained the power to convince people through some sort of Soul Fighting. Basically, I could connect my mind with someone else's and battle their souls with my own. In fact, I and the others looked like low polygons mechs, but all of bright color with light. Depending on how hard it was to convince someone was how hard the battle would be.
Eventually I trained enough to attempt to go to Capcom and I used my powers to get to deeper sections of Capcom, beating member by member, until I got to the CEO. I had recruited the willpower of 4 other fans for this major quest, and at the end I beat the CEO and convinced him to release Legends 3. He proceeded to give me a 3DS with the Prototype version and I woke up at that point.
My dream was more complex (As complex as most of my dreams.) , but I'd rather not write a movie/game script.
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Post by Dashe on Sept 5, 2011 12:24:58 GMT -5
So I'm in this spaceship with four strangers, two male and two female, like we're un-uniformed power rangers or something, with a hostile enemy hot on our tail. One of the other people in the craft decides to go into hyperdrive, which overheats the craft behind us, killing them off and allowing us back to base safely. Base is a large white house on (presumably) earth with a wraparound porch were we talk to our Zordon, and apparently we've all got fancy number tattoos on our necks, which explains my affinity for turtleneck shirts. The boss calls in #1, who is this squat, dumpy brunette who waddles when she walks, so I take the time to run at the speed of light to my mom's house and borrow some socks. Apparently I forgot them, but I need to be back in time since I'm #2, and hopefully the boss didn't just call us all in one by one to kill us. It's too hard to figure that stuff out when you're only #2. The only socks around were my sisters's hot pink "Sock Hoppin' for Jesus" socks. Since there were no pairs of available socks to my liking, I hot-footed it to the local Christian sock store slash candy shop, which happened to be run by serious Full House fans. There were pictures of the cast of Full House everywhere. I was immediately given a bear claw by the owner and instructed to give it to that fat girl on the street corner where I grew up, even though I never liked her and the last thing she needed was junk food. I then robbed the place. They even had chocolate-covered mini-cakes. I'm pretty sure I overstayed my ten minute, too. My boss, assuming he wasn't just going to kill us all, must have been furious.
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Post by Captainkirk923 on Sept 8, 2011 15:16:54 GMT -5
Okay, strange dream last night...don't remember alot but all I can recall is me being all the way in Louisiana visiting my Grandmother for some ungodly reason...anyway I'm in her room while she's trying to sleep...or something? And for some reason I have this measuring cup full of cereal (I guess we were out of actual bowls...?) and a gallon of milk. All of my game stuff is in there too, and all I hear is her asking me to to get out of her room so she can sleep.
So as I go to grab all of my crap, I guess she had nodded off and woke up again really quickly because the next thing I hear while I'm unhooking everything from the tv is "KIRK! I swear, if you don't get outta my room this instant I swear to God..." Then as she trails off I just give her this surprised, somewhat victimized stare, saying "Dude...! Just give me two minutes to grab everything...seriously! Gawd!" to which she immediately apologizes, falling again back to sleep xD
Kinda strange really...I've only recently been having vivid dreams like this since the past two weeks, usually when I wake up I don't even remember dreaming at all, and now this crazy stuff? Sheesh...come on now xD
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Post by Mikéy on Oct 18, 2011 12:39:13 GMT -5
Since I was completely bushed from forcing myself to go through a college day on 4-5 hours of sleep, I let myself sleep until 12pm the next day. I'm sure we've all noticed how we restart our dream cycles every few hours or so (when you remember yourself waking up for a second or so in the middle of the night to look at the clock? I do that all the time.) So, I didn't have any dreams until about 11am to 12pm this time, and I was present at what appeared to be a party. It seemed to be an almost-endless basement with almost-endless desserts. I couldn't tell you who else was present, but I know I was definitely eating my way through those desserts, but not gaining a single pound. The last dessert I wound up eating was an over-sized piece of orange Dreamsicle Cake. (What are the odds?) Some kid around the age of 10 was a little upset that I got that last huge piece, and I remembered offering him half of my huge piece and he declined, for whatever reason. After gulping it down, I remember going over to the Kitchen Corner where Jerry Trainor was washing dishes. I could not tell you why he was there, but before I was able to talk to him, the dream ended and I woke up, the time being just a little over an hour when the dream began. There was some drool on my pillow that time, so obviously, I never did think once that it was a dream.
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Post by Kyle on Oct 21, 2011 17:46:33 GMT -5
I had an odd dream last night.
I was sitting in study hall, procrastinating and constantly looking at my watch. As the bell was about to ring, the door busts open and, willy-nilly, there's forty Servbots in the room. They proceeded to take anything that looked remotely valuable, including my schoolbag.
I chased after them, but the second I exited the room, I appeared in that harbor from MOTB. Realizing what I'd have to do in order to retrieve my schoolbag, I ended up awakening in a cold sweat.
I blame this entire dream on both: Playing MOTB before going to bed, and those INSIDIOUS PUZZLE MISSIONS. I'm sure that the dream was my unconsciousness venting it's frustration from those missions....
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Post by Dashe on Oct 23, 2011 12:17:01 GMT -5
My latest dream was messed up. I was meeting up with Dash Myoku (0Dash0) in person, and for a housewarming gift he brought me a human centipede crafted out of up-and-coming Broadway stars. I told him he was wasting musical skill by artificially conjoining them at the digestive tract and went off to the conjoined twin separation clinic to have them separated...but not before trying to break open the pink box containing a Toad from Super Princess Peach in the air ducts. I'm not entirely sure how well that went, though, because once I either got the Toad or gave up I had to go to school, where I kept forgetting science was a thing entirely and flunked a test on the Uncharted series. The only questions I can recall were in the form of a diagram where you had a drawing of a PS3 controller and had to fill in the blanks with which buttons did what. Afterward my sixth grade teacher gave me a lecture on how she was concerned about my performance, so I blamed it on the tacky day planners the school handed out. She took this as a valid excuse (even though those planners had to be signed by a parent until seventh grade) and gave me a gift certificate to Target to get a nicer-looking day planner. Unfortunately, my awful sense of direction instead took me to a certain truss-frame bridge I'm familiar with. More specifically, it took me to the seedy alleyways near the east end of that bridge that I am pretty sure don't really exist. I mean, according to this dream, the only way onto this bridge was by driving through a small parking lot in a ghetto, and the turnoff was on the other side. I braked early, parked the car, and headed to a picnic table full of hipsters playing Pokemon. I was instructed to go inside and Pokemon battle their leader, who was a ninja and lived in a secret passage inside their headquarters. The ninja made me run up a bunch of stairs that popped out of the wall when you pushed a button, but slowly sank back into it over time, so you had to go up quickly. Some of the stairs were missing, and some of the gaps, like the last one where you'd have to leap the entire length of the foyer into a secret loft where the boss was, required you to grab a bar and swing to the other side because it was just too damn far. I made it to the Ninja Hideout, only to find my friends from middle school got there first and won the badge instead. :15:
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Post by Kyle on Oct 23, 2011 12:42:12 GMT -5
I swear, you people have the most unique dream-stories I've ever read. They're so surreal!
Anytime I go to sleep, my inner/repressed fanfic writer decides to get it's creative juices flowing. Wish I could have such interesting dreams like yours. :01:
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Post by Bowen Aero on Oct 23, 2011 12:45:05 GMT -5
Probably induced by long hours of Minecraft multiplayer mining madness (Try saying that five times fast ) mixed with being reminded of the disappointment from the MML3 Project's cancelation, I was wearing my custom Digger's Armor in search for Diamond Refractors alongside Danielle Phantom (induced by the fact that my cousin cosplays as her both in-game and real life). Eventually after roaming miles of caverns we found some, rejoiced, and next thing I knew, BOOM! I was fighting the Colossus one-on-one (Cousin fell in lava. Poor girl...) with a half-broken Wooden Shovel while wearing naught but scratched Iron Leggings and roadworn Leather Boots. Just as I fell off the shoulders of the Collosus towards a watery grave (I can't swim...) I awoke to find myself face-down on the cold wood floor of my living room. Crazy, isn't it? Heh, no more coffee-fueled all-nighters for me, eh?
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