Dream land

[Starfe]

[noodles]

Dogs were in my back yard. I yelled and they literally leaped just over the back fence with abnormal muscle strength. I saw someone wearing some embarrassing spotted dog suit, slowly walking with them as they ran around the neighborhood killing small animals. The police could never get around to questioning that person but couldn't find enough dirt to arrest them. So they just serveyed. At the same time, some kind of new 3D show was opening at Disneyland, or a theater next to the park.. It was called something like METRO2209 which followed some miku-haired girl in a futuristic robot suit, styled with PaSwG proportions, as she leaped around some kind of Neo-Tokyo looking for something called the "Metro ID" and was somehow related to the Metroid series. I still worked at Disneyland, and encountered a blond-haired girl cleaning backstage near the set of that 3D movie, and identified them as the person who was keeping all of the murderous dogs. I looked back for a second to see if I could get someone to help me capture her and take her to the police, but when I turned around again, she was just gone. Occasionally, the police would fine dead dogs among the piles of dead domestic rabbits and cats they would find, and would find weird abnormalities during autopsy, like various organs missing or replaced by different organs, as well as things like metal balls with carved glyphs showing up inside. Then, they found a dog that seemed to be dead, with its hindquarters torn up to the bone and its hind legs completely gone. But when they got close, it growled and opened its eyes, clawing at the ground to pull its ravaged body towards the investigators. Its breathing suddenly stopped, and a pressure seemed to build up in its chest, before blood shot out of the open cavity and one of its eyes sagged out of its socket. Then it fell, dead, for real. Investigations continued, and they saw that all of her dogs were kept in a very tight pack structure, and each dog was individually accounted and cared for, which raised questions about why some would be found alone or dead. Eventually through my work they figured out her name: Beatrice Conchobur (I think that was the last name, something gaelic and dog-related that I had read the night before). Then they found where she lived. A shitty apartment behind a gas station somewhere in Anaheim that allowed pets. The authorities got a search warrant and broke in....to find it completely empty. Not even furniture. Except for a paper in the middle of a room...with the words "WE WILL BE FREE" written in what was determined to be dog blood. They found her living in a tent in the desert. Through some messages she left, they determined that she was going to be releasing one of her dogs, which was apparently some kind of big deal because her dogs were like extensions of herself. I happened to be there with the FBI guys that were watching (it's funny that a lady with a bunch of dogs was perceived to be so serious at this point that it warranted FBI investigation). There was a weird green glow from inside the tent, and the front flap opened up...but rather than a dog reluctantly trotting out into the night, we saw a skeletal arm, almost completely devoid of tissue, reach out and grip the sand. We could see the skin rapidly deteriorating and falling off of the bones. Then it put another arm out in front of the other, and I could hear its panting, labored breaths...and it pulled itself out into the moonlight, a vaguely canine horror of bone and organs, dragging its body across the desert floor, its hind legs completely gone. In its eye sockets were glowing red orbs similar to what we had found inside the carcasses of other dogs. We then noticed what looked like a kangaroo rat chained to the ground. The skeletal thing got to it, seized it, and at that moment the rat as well became a skeleton...but the tissue from it was transferred into the canine beast, creating a filmy layer of flesh that pulsed with new life. Gums lined teeth, a tongue slithered out of a throat, veins spidered into the eye sockets...but it was still a half-muscled monster. For a moment, it lifted its whole body above the ground with its two arms, and its new lungs filled with air in preparation for a scream. But what surged out of its windpipe was blood, and it collapsed in a moist heap, its flesh again disintegrating until it was just what could have been a dog skeleton. "Another failure" was what was whispered from the tent. Fast forward to the night before the public premier of METRO2209. Beatrice was alone, slowly walking through the employee parking lot, wearing the dark clothes and veil of a berieved widow. In her open cloak, she held what looked like an electric street sign, shaped like an arrow pointing downward, with her name illuminated. She slowly stepped through traffic, and right into the park...she stopped in the middle of the plaza where tickets are bought. She gave some speech about the finite existence of the human race, spoke about immortality, everyone dismissed her as a lunatic...until she flipped the arrow around, and what was there wasn't quite a word, as when you'd read it, it would keep going, like WINDOWSILLUMINATIONALISTARDUST or CLERICALCULATIONLINEXUSTRANDEDUCT, and once people read it they couldn't look away, until the eerie glow from inside the tent manifested around beatrice, and three of the red metal orbs floated out from beneathe her coat. She said "My mistake was to use a pathetic organic body to begin with." Then, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed, but the glow coalesced into a vaguely feminine ghostly green figure, with the three red orbs creating an equilateral triangle in her face. She extended a hand, and all of those who were watching collapsed, whispy mist flying out of their mouths, making a huge cloud in the center of the plaza. When the mist cleared, there was a huge creature of green light, in part canine, simian, and reptilian, roaring in a frequency we don't hear with our ears, but feel with our minds. It too had the red orbs inside, but they were huge and fleshy, like the three brains of a metroid. It planted its hands on the ground, seeming to draw the life out of everything around it. People turned to bones, bones turned to dust, and the beast of light grew. If left unchecked, it would grow forever until all life in the universe was consumed. It would extend life by ending all other life. Then, the breakthrough...a man who once had loved Beatrice, when they both worked together in some unknown laboratory. He held an engraved metal ball of his own, this one green. He threw it into the swirling maelstrom of life energy, and after the beast writhed in agony and explosions of light singed the leaves off of nearby trees, the colors inverted so that three green orbs floated in a rippling red body of light. It seemed to suddenly crave something other than what it was designed to. It turned and saw what was once Beatrice. She was distraught at first, as the thing put its hands on her, but then she calmed, and said "Is this how it must be? Fine then...you will only destroy yourselved. At least this sacrifice would have led to something...goodbye, pathetic worms" and she was brutally consumed. The beast of light calmed, and became fuzzy around the edges, and dissipated, all that was consumed dissolving into annihilation, no further damage done, but none reverse, either.

[zamisk]

[fauxsquared]

I liked the part about miku metroid

[Yoonah]

[Trifkin]

[noodles]

[noodles]

[PLA]

[Kimiko]

Turtles eat insects and worms and such, right?
Or pizzas of course.
*looks at plate* Wow, I feel turtly now.

[Skele Von Mann]

Get a disturbing and chaotic dream.


"That was interesting"



Get a mundane dream about collecting rocks.



"OH GOD I CAN'T SLEEP ANYMORE"

[PLA]

[Rain]

inner dream: dream that i have to pee

outer dream: wake up from inner dream and go to the bathroom BUT USE BATHROOM OUTSIDE OF APARTMENT TO PEE

real life: fuck someone is in the bathroom. >: |

[faltzar2]

[Curry-Kohai]

Before I begin (and I'm probably gonna make two posts, this is a lengthy explanation) I need you all to know that I can fully control almost all aspects of my dreams, but there is more.

I don't dream often, unless I really think hard the night I go to sleep. (and I mean creative thought, not math and shit)
When I do dream, it goes like this:
First, it always opens by foggy re-accurences of the days events in fast forward.
Then, I fall or something into a world that my mind made subconsciously, and these are really in-depth worlds, like, oblivion detailed.
Once I'm in, I can pretty much godmod there and do whatever.
But I can't change everything.
Its like entering console commands on a PC game, I can do whatever I want with myself, but nothing to the other people or surroundings, unless they come into contact with my godmod hadouken, shoryuken, or tatsumaki senpuukyaku (I can do anything with the moves, I just prefer to do street fighter things.)
Also, another thing.
The silent onlooker, whom I passionately call fumi, is an anime styled young girl, she just stands and watches in casual clothes with blank eyes, all mind-dudes don't notice her, and I literally can't do anything to her, godmod blasts and such just, sorta disappear near her, its a bit unnerving, but I can get over it.
Not only that, the more I godmod, the later I wake up in the morning, I made a small chart about it, but I'll only show it if you guys want to.

So, that leads to my most recent dream, I was to wake up early two days ago, so I didn't want to do much then, and I was busy streamlining the characters for ITL fighter, and working on some other designs of things I think up.
But the actual dream post is later, its a bit hard to recollect these, or the little details anyways