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Re: punkas dream journal.

Postby Max » Thu Jul 25, 2019 4:07 pm

I dreamed I smoked a joint with an attractive blonde girl. A few odd things about it, for some reason we were both sleeping on the top bunk of a 2 bunk room in a large house (not a camp cabin or backpacker hostel). We got out of bed and smoked it through a pipe, talking about what a great way it was to start the day. Another odd thing is that I have no idea who she was, or if she even has a real life counterpart. Another odd thing is there was no real sexual component to it; maybe that's just because I'd rather Beyonce than Taylor. Oddest of all, I haven't smoked weed in at least 20 years and never did smoke it with any regularity.

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Re: punkas dream journal.

Postby dustbinflowers » Mon Aug 26, 2019 8:36 pm

Dreamed the other night that I was part of a group of people having a conversation in sign language. In it I was a fluent signer. When I first woke up I felt like I could remember and understand everything. I am hoping this means my brain knows more sign language than I think it does after 6 weeks of classes.
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Re: punkas dream journal.

Postby dustbinflowers » Wed Sep 04, 2019 7:22 pm

I woke up from A nightmare at 1.30 this morning. I was in a house at night- it was kind of 70's modern- big windows with no curtains, different outbuidings joined by covered terraces and walkways. I was trying to hide two small children from their father who was a werewolf. He was after one of the in particular. It was yucky.
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Re: punkas dream journal.

Postby Max » Sun Sep 08, 2019 12:00 pm

I'm probably about 18 in this dream. I get introduced to a girl after church. She playfully tweaks my nose. It's awkward so I make some joke not to get my bogies on her fingers. She picks my nose in both nostrils. I fall in love.

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Re: punkas dream journal.

Postby dustbinflowers » Thu Sep 12, 2019 8:28 pm

Last night I drempt of ginkoes. A grouping of them in a public planting.
I only remembered halfway through having a conversation about street trees in suburban developments at work today. It was very off putting.
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Postby General Mutante » Sun Sep 15, 2019 1:55 pm

I had a dream I was lactating the other night. Didn’t even feel weird about it until I woke up.
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Re: punkas dream journal.

Postby Dead Kid » Sun Sep 15, 2019 9:07 pm

My dreams have been more abstract than describable lately, but I recently had one about looking around a shop with my girlfriend and trying to remind her of a mr sterile assembly gig we saw a year ago. The dream details were almost all made-up nonsense (support bands, venue, having dinner beforehand), but we did in reality see mr sterile Assembly almost a year to the day before the dream. It was only a couple of days off. We hadn't started dating at that point either so maybe I should blame Tarantino's alternative history bollocks. A later part of the dream had us visiting a bar with Twin Peaks vibes, learning how to rest boots on the couches without breaking the rules, and a guy who reminded me of ex-workmates trying to make her stand up and say hello to everyone in what was supposedly her favourite bar.

In another dream we were out having lunch with my family and I was thinking I'd just have an appetiser and then go eat somewhere else. Then I was in a room with a waterbed, and I peeled back the sheets to find they were just floating on the water. I ejaculated into the water and then somehow the bed was shrunk down into a suitcase with wheels and I was dragging that out with me, somehow without spilling any of the water out.

Today my subconscious invented a DIY Wellington punk venue. It seemed to be Rogernomix playing, but I was more interested in just using the venue toilet a couple of times. Priorities...

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Postby Dead Kid » Sat Sep 28, 2019 5:05 pm

I dreamt I'd lost my suitcase in some kind of airport/train transfer scenario. Somehow I'd arrived a day earlier but I was back there expecting it to arrive today. Everyone including a former work colleague who was working there thought I was there to depart again. Then I dreamt a church had burnt down (due to a gardener's tool exploding though), along with several other minor notable buildings around town catching fire, while one was deliberately demolished. Luckily hardly anyone was there to watch, and nobody was injured when a slab of concrete from the roof moved further than expected and came crashing down on the footpath opposite.

Then I visited a farm which was taking human sperm donations for some reason. Their method of collection involved sending us all into the same room, where we had to jizz into our own hands while some farm chicks encouraged us by stripping and rubbing themselves up against us. I had my jersey tied around my waist and it was difficult to avoid getting it splattered by other dudes. Once the jizz in our hands dried out enough, they were able to label each glob somehow. I wanted to keep one of my globs and take it home for some reason. It was raining, so I had to protect it as I was going to my car. When I sat in my car, I instinctively put the key in and started it from muscle memory, and then realised I'd lost the glob of jizz from my hand. I looked around the steering wheel and whatnot, but I couldn't figure out where it'd gone. I had trouble controlling my car. I accidentally reversed into a car park diagonally behind my car. Then there wasn't enough room to drive out of the car park because a car that just arrived was waiting there, and I accidentally reversed into the park it was waiting to turn into. After that I managed to drive out, with it being a miracle I didn't hit anything. The farm's driveway turned into a house/apartment building's staircase I was driving down and somehow I negotiated that to get out on the street.
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Postby Dead Kid » Mon Dec 23, 2019 4:13 pm

The other night I dreamt up some kind of British-style TV drama. A small locomotive was moving along without anybody in it, and a detective had spotted the culprit: a disgruntled train driver standing by the tracks who looked like Barry Foster. The driver was operating a lever which he'd seemingly rigged so it could only speed up the locomotive and not slow it down, and he said if the detective kept looking at him like that, he'd keep pushing it down. Then he pushed it all the way to maximum speed anyway as he laughed. Meanwhile, an SUV crossing the tracks narrowly avoided the speeding locomotive and then parked by a second SUV, where another detective was trying to get into it by smashing its bulletproof front windscreen with an axe. The guy who drove up got out and pointed out that the windscreen had a little door in it. They opened that, and a grey cat emerged with a video tape strapped to it. Something inside the tape was glowing green a bit. They attempted to toss the tape into a lake, but a gust of wind blew it back. The second attempt succeeded and the day was saved, somehow...

Today I dreamt about some woman supposedly in Montana who had a large social media following, was bisexual and antifascist, and thus the cops hated her. They were sending their best militarised units and biggest vehicles after her, with possibly even the help of a battleship if there's room for one of those on the Missouri River. However, she'd crowdsourced even bigger hardware, including something resembling a port crane with several wrecking balls hanging off it, plus a really basic large boat made of thick metal and shaped like a long bowl which was launched off of a big barge, and possibly something else I can't remember. The boat was so solid that it basically destroyed everything it touched and the cops had no chance. It seemed cooler before I woke up, so the premise of the dream was much better than the plot.
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Re: punkas dream journal.

Postby dustbinflowers » Fri Jan 03, 2020 1:43 pm

I had a vivid dream this morning that I was carving wooden spoons and decorating them with pyrography, leaves and flowers. I have no idea where this came from, I have never entertained the notion of making a spoon (although I am now) before.
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Re: punkas dream journal.

Postby Dead Kid » Tue Jul 07, 2020 11:29 pm

After not really having any memorable dreams for some time, going on a trip post-lockdown seems to have excited them again. The best one from a few weeks ago was quite Black Mirror-esque, with the woman in the dream reminding me of Pom Klementieff from the Striking Vipers episode. Bands and artists were performing live streamed/online concerts and she had a job where she'd go on stage and arrange objects like backdrops and whatever else so perfect still images/photos could be taken for the artist's oh so important Instagram posts and shit like that. Her coworker backstage was the tech guru and he was running CGI software that edited her out of the footage on the fly so people watching the live stream would never know she was there. To aid in this she was usually disguised in a full bodysuit and helmet. Workplace romance soon blossomed and they fucked and stuff. There was an implication that they had access to more advanced technology and used it for something nefarious. I didn't really see what, but the CGI software would be handy for jewellery heists etc. without being seen on CCTV.

Then things got wacky as another woman in a similar full bodysuit and helmet who I interpreted to be my girlfriend intercepted the first woman outside somewhere, leaving her badly beaten and taking her place. The guy came to pick her up - literally, as he lifted her off her feet when embracing her. Not realising it was someone else, he joked that she seemed to have put on weight. Which would only make sense if my girlfriend's helmet was lower tech and thus much heavier, or the first chick was practically a midget. Meanwhile, the police had found the badly beaten woman and a cop immediately came after her coworker. Given what he was seemingly involved in, he made use of his futuristic tech to get away. First he had an expanding box thing that punched the cop's legs out from under him. Then he got into the back seat of the police car and deployed his gadgets to the controls of the car to autonomously drive it away. Dream over.

Other dreams have been more intense. One was set in a multi-storey motel that was unexpectedly ripped apart by a major earthquake. Some of them amplified mild negative feelings in various ways. On Sunday I dreamt I was working back in an office, as opposed to working from home which I've done for several years. In the dream I wanted to get away for dinner, but coworkers kept wanting to go over things with me. I had a total panic attack - started hyperventilating, went down on my knees, and shuffled out of the room as I was making an unholy wailing/screeching sound with my head in my hands. Weirdly it didn't feel out of character for me, even though I'm normally very good at avoiding stress and have never come close to anything like that in real life. It's as if the dream was blowing off all the steam I'd been slowly building up all these years, haha. In the dream I then continued with my boss as if it wasn't that significant and he showed much less concern than he should have.
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Postby Dead Kid » Mon Sep 14, 2020 5:23 pm

A week or more ago I dreamt I was posting on a motorsport forum, and then the dream turned into the TV series Sense8 which I've been watching lately. Apparently Kala's father also posted on said forum. I mentally transported myself to them (as the sensates do in the show), where they were in the midst of a family photo session. Kala was operating an advanced camera with AI capabilities that could also see visiting sensates. I didn't open my eyes and smile at the right time compared to everyone else, but the camera was supposed to fix this by constructing a composite photo. Except it face swapped me onto her husband's face, and did a shoddy job of it at that. Amusing in the context of her relationships in the show. She asked which one of us was Bloopy on the forum (my nickname on most forums).

Today, after watching that Mickey Never Came Back animation last night, I had what was probably one of the top two craziest dreams I've ever had (this epic being the other):

I dreamt about a modern Sim City-style video game set on a virtual version of Earth. A guy had achieved just about everything you could in this game, growing counterpart cities and villages to match or even outdo the real ones, diabolical traffic and all. The game had even enabled him to put a second little moon in low Earth orbit. He was able to put the world he'd created up for sale in an online auction, but it turned out he was terminally ill and he died before the auction was completed. As per his wishes, his consciousness had been digitised and loaded into his world, and it was placed on a rocketship and ceremonially blasted up to the little moon so he could watch over his creation.

Then I was visiting this virtual Earth myself. At first I was comparing a beachside village to what I supposedly knew the real life equivalent to look like, but soon I was entwined in the lives of the supposed virtual people living in the world. A guy I thought I knew was working at a medical centre and showed me the first aid room so I could try on a demonstration medical gown. A few of us were in a bicycle chase with the cops. I hooked up with a horny obese man and fucked him up the arse because nobody really cares about that stuff in the virtual world, in the 3rd world shack he apparently lived in, with a bathroom door that opened out onto a narrow lane. He had an adopted daughter who received an alert in her virtual mind that a stranger was on the property, and she interrupted us to scan my mind and assess my character. Then a young woman was high up on a platform with a noose around her neck ready to jump, and I climbed up and danced with her. Then I had to sleep, and in the morning a guitarist climbed up and played her a song, but she couldn't be stopped. My view of her virtual death was foggy as I was still connecting back in. Elsewhere, a bunch of people were gathered on seats outside. A cop came over and chatted to a gang member. There were gangs called Blue Ghosts and Red Ghosts, seemingly the virtual afterlife of Bloods and Crips members, but it was all much friendlier here.

Then the war flashbacks started.

It was as if a second virtual world was experiencing interference with the first (Sense8 influence again). Trying to storm a beach one moment, and then peaceful the next. Then paddling helplessly in the waves under heavy fire. A solider wearing a black bandanna and goggles with one leg blown off at the thigh floated past. A boy with some sort of little square metal dinghy was escaping the area. Back in the original world he was just playing, sliding on a board over some seashells on a footpath.
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Postby dustbinflowers » Mon Sep 14, 2020 9:54 pm

Wow!
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Postby Dead Kid » Tue Sep 15, 2020 2:11 pm

Indeed, makes profound sense as a response to a world gone strange I think.

I couldn't discern any details of a follow-up episode today. Instead I dreamt about taking my car to get checked by mechanics and then struggling to email them about the invoice, a wardrobe full of talking plush toys, something about installing a radio aerial, and a gang of X-Men villains reluctantly revealing themselves and finding out they'd be working with a new secretary or something...
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Re: punkas dream journal.

Postby dustbinflowers » Wed Sep 16, 2020 4:28 pm

I've been periodically having a couple of nights of intense dreams, followed by nothing for days. Most of them are variations on the "I've forgotten something important" type anxiety dreams.
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