Dream land

[negzee]

I dreamt I walked into my pub and it had been converted into some kind of bubble tea place.

I didn't seem to notice at first, and looked around kinda questioning all the fruitiness in their new drink menu... but when I finally realized what was going on, wow, did that ever wake me up in a hurry.

*phew*

[Trifkin]

Haha, nice. I like bubble tea!

I keep dreaming about psychotic serial killers. : / That's quite enough, subconscious mind. Can we move on now?

[Trifkin]

More. More dreams featuring serial killers. : / The few other dreams I remember involve grotesque and terrifying imagery, like a demon disguised as a baby sitting in a high chair in a filthy public restroom... whose head inflates to the size of a grown man and then explodes in a disgusting spray of flesh and blood.

TT-TT I am so done with this stuff.

[noodles]

what the fuck trifkin, not even my dreams are that strange

[zamisk]

Noodles, we told you before you can't post in here without posting a dream.

You got my hopes up again...

[Yoonah]

Noodles should be banned from here unless he has a dream to share

[Skele Von Mann]

All my dreams are like, visions of some minor things in the future


Which is why I always get deja vu

[Trifkin]

[Starfe]

I basically just dream about my research.

Which is a giant step up from being perpetually too drunk to dream!

[noodles]

ok, I've actually had this one recorded for a while, but I never put it onto a computer after writing it down, so I've put it off out of laziness

until now!

So in my dream, I was watching an anime about orphan girls selling noodles to make money for their shelter. Then, this huge robot that looked like a slug came out of the ocean, and itself opened up a noodle stand, just to demonstrate that it could sell noodles more efficiently. It took all of their business away. But one girl was happy despite everything, and taught the other girls to appreciate things in the same way. That was the moral.

So, at that point, there was some bizarre error with the subtitles, and in this dream, my dad was pro with subtitle software. So, we began running through the file, fixing subs as my dad learned the story of the anime at the same time. It got to the point right after the robot business thing. As we fixed the subtitles, it actually changed the actions of the girls on-screen. One thing that changed was one of the girls reprogrammed the robot to "NOT SELL NOODLES"

It worked, but apparently not selling noodles meant going crazy and pulling out knifes and stuff from inside its robot shell, and driving around chopping up buildings and vehicles and people. We watched intently at this bizarre turn of events, until it appeared that the robot was somehow driving through our neighborhood. I looked out the window to see it rounding the corner of our street.

Bewildered, I stumbled into a corner of the garage, just in time for the thing to swing its blade right through the building, tearing the top half clean off. My dad was somehow ok, but I had grabbed on to the thing's giant knife in desperation, and was thrown onto the back of the creature, where the one blissful anime girl had apparently been pulled along too. We were taken through city streets, some bizarre unearthly zoo, and eventually back into the sea.

It seemed like months had gone by at that point. By then, the girl and I had long fallen in love, and were even thinking of a family on top of that robot. But we were pulled further and further out, and were soon attacked by sea creatures. There were walking fish, killer birds, and giant turtles called "colossi" (don't know why I remember this) that all would leap onto the back of the behemoth and fight us, in some sort of Scott Pilgrim styled sprite fight. But after a deal of time fighting together, my love was killed, pulled into the ocean by a sea serpent. My rage made me kill more and more of them until it was all I knew. The robot had eventually stopped functioning and was slowly falling apart and deteriorating, until only the shell was left.

I was there for days, months, years, until the shell had deteriorated into almost nothing, and I was floating along on a little piece of organic metal barely able to hold my frail old body up. I eventually fell asleep under the blazing sun...

...and when I woke up, I was my father. Or, I looked like him. I was still me. But in the place of my father. My wife, rather than being my mom, was an adult version of the girl from before. We had a son and daughter together. The son looked like I did before all of this started. We lived our live day by day even though I had the strange suspicion it was all an illusion.

One day, as much time had passed as my whole life had before everything happened. I was in the garage with my son. I asked if he liked anime. He said it was alright. We talked. I asked why he was so content with the world. He proceeded to say the exact same speech the anime girl had about appreciating life no matter what happens. Word for word. I freaked out, and ran out of the garage, ran towards the sea, and as I looked to my left, the robot slug was slithering along beside me. This time I was willfully pulled onto its back.

Everything was repeated in a green duality. As in, the water was green for some reason. It made it look sick. And instead of aging into an old man, like last time, I got younger as time went on. And when I slipped below the age of conscious thought, I woke up as the son. Not me from before. But the son of me when I was the father. What I saw was my dad going insane and abandoning me in his madness. And to him, I was that madness.

I, too, ran. I met a girl who was like the anime girl (but not my mother) and loved her, made love to her, and watched her be killed by the sea serpent again, fought desperately again, wasted away again. The sea was red that time, like blood. And when I aged again, I lost consciousness once more under the blazing sun.

When I woke up, I was in my bed. And here I am. It hasn't repeated yet.

[zamisk]

Ffffssshhhhit. What is this. I don't. I don't even. I.

...Damn.

[Yoonah]

[noodles]

e - e

[Trifkin]

^_____________________^

[noodles]

Ok, so, it started out with me taking two semesters of this computer applications class. For some reason, it was taught outside, at an elementary school somewhere in east Asia. As you stepped off the pavement of the playground, the grass would kind of slope down sharply, and there was a straight section of raised grass that would stretch out over the lower land. Carved into the side of the raised slope was a classroom full of computers, just chillin there exposed to the elements. The school itself was actually near a sheer cliff, looking over a valley of trees and lakes and stuff. One of my english teachers was there, one who had retired.

I lived in a rural neighborhood. In the evening, little monsters came out of the shadows, and to to get to class, I hopped in my friend's authentic WWII Zero fighter, though it was hard to fly between telephone lines and stuff.

Eventually I had finished the class, and for some reason was challenged to a motorcycle race around the big raised section of land. Me and this sherlock holmes guy raced around the thing a few times, earning a lot of money from sponsors, but I think he went easy on me.

After that, the Sherlock Holmes guy said there was a different sort of challenge waiting for me, and I followed him up the slope. At the end of the raised section of land, there was a little windowpane in the ground. Opening it up, it was the entrance to a huge underground castle, full of secrets and traps. A mustached fellow (I suppose he would be a Watson guy, though he looked Korean) was inside, but went off to explore a different sector of the castle. Stepping on the wrong tile shot arrows at me, seemingly empty suits of armor swung their swords at me, small creatures attacked me in crawlspaces, and I had to defend myself with whatever I could grab. Eventually we emerged out of the cliff onto this beautiful balcony overlooking the valley. The Watson guy was there with the body of a dead girl, cold and pale but with blood not yet dried.

I learned the story of this girl, who had lived in a village down in the valley. She was born into slavery, but was eventually taken in by a wealthy crime family, powerful from their control of drug shipments, harem of prostitutes, and hired murders. The sympathetic mother and father tried to give her a normal life, but she was clearly stressed by the attention she would get from suitors coming from other dangerous criminal families. Eventually, a simple tailor from the village asked to speak with her, and the two became enamored. It was clear to the family that the only chance they had at giving the girl a normal life would be to marry her off to a normal person from the village. So, to ensure her interest stayed with the tailor, they began to murder every suitor who appeared at their doorstep asking for the girl's hand in marriage.

They tried to keep it secret, but she saw one of the murders take place, and from that point on she would have nightmares of answering the door only to find the bloody severed head of some royal or crime lord asking her to marry them. The tailor tried to comfort her, but she would not tell him the truth, afraid he would be caught up in her stressful life. Eventually, overcome with misery at her situation, she threw herself from the top of the cliff, falling to her death on the balcony we then stood upon.

I asked the Watson guy how he knew so much about the girl's story, seeing as the blood was still fresh. He said it had all happened a hundred years ago, and that the castle's magic had kept her body there, preserved forever in her final tragic act.

He then revealed that he was the tailor, who, upon learning of his lover's death, had ventured through the ancient castle to find her body, only to be trapped there between the pages of time, forever with a reminder of his lost love.

The Sherlock guy then looked over to me and said "Now, the real mystery is how we're going to get out of here."

and then I woke up MYSTERY SOLVED