The Weird Dream Thread

[Hitler Stole My Potato]

Was just telling my wife what a weird dream I had last night and then I see this thread.  Might as well post it here too.

I dreamt that I was flying in a zeppelin over Nazi Germany and we were having a dinner commemerating Christian Slater.  All the sudden Obama leans over to me and asks me who the hell Christian Slater was and I started explaining the entire plot to Pump Up The Volume to him.  Obama kept interupting me asking me "You mean that guy over there?" while pointing to Christian Slater and I was getting pissed.  Evidently I really wanted him to hear about Pump Up The Volume.

[chronovore]

That is one weird ass dream.

I dreamt I was at an airport with my son, getting ready for an international flight. I thought we had a bunch of time to kill, but suddenly realized the flight would depart in 15 minutes, and we hadn't yet cleared security. I panicked and woke up.

[Joe Molotov]

I had a dream that I was watching the series finale of X-Files on Netflix, and the whole series was just a dream and Mulder was actually a high school student sleeping in class.

[chronovore]

I was in London, England for some reason; it may have been to watch Young Frankenstein in a massive, old-time theater which has appeared in previous dreams. I attended the show, and was surprised to see that I'd been here before. Inside the theater are tiered seating areas, each with its own screen, so the venue can display up to six movies at once in the same open room. Don't ask me how the sound works -- it's a dream.

There was a bit where a friend was running an RPG which takes place in London. We broke for the night and would start again later; in the meantime we were staying in an ancient, drab tenement near the theater. When I went to see the movie that night, something weird happened and several bodies were found. It was unclear if this was part of the RPG or not, so one of the other players and I discussed our plan "as players," and acted on it. I announced that I'd go back to a shop in a Union-Square-like spot, as I actually began running toward it, and my announcement was to the open air, as though the DM was God, and he'd hear/see my action at the moment, and integrate it into the game.

I recognized how ridiculous this is, so I walked back, laughing at myself, realizing that this isn't the game, and the DM can't hear me.

Back at the tenement, we went to check if the other guests were alright. An art director from one of my previous publishers had hung some kind of tapestry on his doorframe, so he could smoke outside without smoke getting into his apartment. When I tried to check on if the other guests in his apartment were OK, he said "whoa, whoa, whoa!" as I tried to pull aside the tapestry, so I just went back to my quarters.

There, a woman who I'd had a crush on in 5th grade was just getting out of the shower, and wandering around in a bathrobe. She was playing the RPG too. I was impressed that she'd managed to shower and finish during my brief visit to the Art Director's and I realized she'd not washed her hair.

Out of nowhere, there was a huge bathing room, white tiled and complex, with several pools in which to bathe. She drew a bath, and briefly her head disengaged from her body and floated around the room, which seemed normal in a Futurama kind of way.

She re-engaged her head to body, and was wearing sweats. She jumped on my back, so I piggy-back carried her and was swaying and dancing around the room that way, working on exercising my thighs and calves. She asked, "Do you want to dance?" and I answered, "I thought we already were."

At this point, IRL my wife called for my son to get up, so I abandoned a dance I'd wished had been available to me since fifth grade.

[Don Flamenco]

not sure what happened exactly, but Ron Jeremy was my lawyer

[Joe Molotov]

not sure what happened exactly, but Ron Jeremy was my lawyer

Did he get you off?

[Phoenix Dark]

Usually I forget my dreams, but last month I had shockingly vivid one that woke me up, and each time I think about it my heart almost begins to race. I dreamed I was on some type of huge, futuristic train. I could barely feel the train moving, but a glimpse outside revealed we were traveling at a high speed. There was an escalator and water fountain, all within a huge dining room with glass and lights everywhere. Multiple people were drinking, dancing, and laughing. Everyone was dressed fancily, in suits and dresses. Outside of the train it was snowing badly, and the sky was dark. Eventually the train stopped, and I noticed a face outside one of the train's windows, masked by the snow storm.

I exited the train and saw my mom's face about 8 feet above me. It lowered and I realized her face was stretched over a large, rectangular slab of metal. It was connected to a long retractile neck, made of metal also. Overall it was like a larger Wall-E, with significantly longer arms. The entire body was covered in a huge brown cloak, which almost made her look like a very large humpback. A red bandana was on her face, underneath dreadlocks. I don't remember what we discussed but she was crying as the snow poured down. Eventually I entered her cloak and stood on top of her wheels, and we drove off into the blizzard.

I was looking out of her cloak and noticed we came to some dilapidated, ruined city; there were some lights here or there, and I could see the silhouettes of multiple buildings. The only words she said to me were "strip club." She sped to some huge abandoned factory, with multiple floors. Peering through the shattered windows I noticed people sleeping in the factory. Then out of nowhere a bunch of similar cloaked Wall-E type figures appeared, huge necks craned out, long arms, and entered the building. The people were running away but many were caught by the robots. They began stripping the flesh off the people, like skinning a rabbit. The robots took their cloaks off and I saw that they had human skin wrapped around their metallic frames, like you might wrap pieces of bacon over asparagus. The flesh had rotted into an almost leathery layer, and the robots began picking various human skins off the ground and wrapping them on top of themselves.

I tried leaving the cloak, but I couldn't, nor could I see anything inside the cloak; I could only look outside at the factory, and the various robots adding new layers of flesh onto their bodies.

[chronovore]

Reading too much Dark Tower? Sounds like Blaine the Mono.

[Don Flamenco]

not sure what happened exactly, but Ron Jeremy was my lawyer

Did he get you off?

 



and more law dreams.   Last night, I was on the phone with an ex-gf long after I had dumped her and heard a gun shot on her end of the line and she was gone.  At first, I thought she had committed suicide and was trying to fuck with me as her final act.  In my dream, I totally didn't care   But I called the police and went over to her place and they said they couldn't find a gun.  It wasn't suicide--it was a murder!   I began investigating and found out she had been gambling and taking loans from some eastern european mafia.  towards the end of the dream, my family and I were running from mobsters, who were trying to kill us.

Its like a fucking set of facts for a trial.  This class I'm in needs to be over so I can get my dreams back  :'(

[Stoney Mason]

Had one last night. There was a lot to it but this the only portion I could remember.

For some reason I had to go to jail for a year. And I was really scared. So I came up with the idea of not talking to anybody the entire time I was in jail to make myself seem like a bad ass. And it worked. Everybody feared me and I became this iconic prison activist/badass who nobody messed with.

And documenting the year, there was this radio show that everybody on the outside could hear that ranked the prison bad asses to the general public. So I started climbing the rankings. And by the end of the year I was ranked the #1 bad ass. That was literally what it was called during the show.

So it was time to leave prison but now I was really scared because in my dream world logic, I knew that there were people on the outside who were willing to try to kill me now because having this #1 ranking made me a target and people would want to kill me to get famous.

And then I woke. I have no idea why I dreamed such a stupid fucking thing.

[Mupepe]

Because you're a fucking bad ass

[Stoney Mason]

Last night's dream.

The Prime Minister of Egypt is fighting off a civil war. (I have no idea who the current prime minister of Egypt is but the one in this dream kind of looked like Arafat for some reason) But he wants to convince the world that everyone and everything is safe in the country. So he invites around 150 regular Americans to a big auditorium in a large luxury Hotel in Egypt. I am part of that 150 who takes him up on the offer along with one of my uncles. It's like a vacation or something.

So during his press conference/interview with a lot of journalists in the auditorium he is explaining how things are completely safe and the whole thing is being overblown by the press. At that point terrorists enter the room. Shoot him in the head killing him and take all 150 people hostage. They tell us we are going to be held at the hotel. We are to live on the floors between the 4th and the 9th. But if we try to leave the hotel or go to any floors below 4 or above 9, we will be killed.

So at this point I'm terrified in the dream thinking we are all going to be killed. But the rest of the dream is actually very boring and mundane. It's all about how annoying it would be to live near 150 complete strangers in a hotel and how they keep getting on my nerves doing small things like leaving the bathrooms messy or how no one is a barber so I can't get a good haircut.

Once again no clue why I would dream such a thing. 

[chronovore]

It's all about the overhype which precedes a game launch, and the disappointing same-o, same-o which we get when we actually have to sit through it.

[nudemacusers]

I fell asleep with my wife's air on my chest, dreamed she was trying to get me to marry a computer that just turned into a person. 

[chronovore]

In the dream, I'm somewhere living near the California coast. Or Oregon. But it looks more like a bayou or swamp. I had to go pick up something up north from where we live; my Mom and Step-Dad offer their Lexus, which would make quick time up the highway, and I'd be able to easily come back down and get home.

Instead, I opt for a carved out miniature pirate ship, about 2M long, which has a single mast and a fixed sail in it. There's already some water in the body of the craft, probably from recent rain. I sit aft and let my legs drape over the sides a bit, so I don't get my feet wet in the puddled water, or in the "ocean" (which looks suspiciously brackish).

Oddly, the trip is very smooth and effortless for the first half-hour or so. The ship is sailing itself, and I'm basically steering by leaning. I realize this wind may not last, and look for an oar. There's one small oar laying in the water in the ship's carved-out passenger area. That'll have to do.

I see something nearly castle-like, a rich person's waterfront home, made from stones and wood. It has a small harbor, into which I accidentally sail. I lean hard, and the ship comes around, and I exit. I feel like there may be people in the house who are wondering what the hell I'm doing, like when a car pulls into your driveway just to turn around, and you don't recognize the car as being a friend's.

Not 50M later on, I'm coming upon a few headlands which are jutting into my path, and I'm thinking about how to get around them, when I see three alligators basking on top of it, all facing my way. In the suddenly clear (AND DEEP) water, I see at least two more alligators swimming smoothly along the bottom. This... this isn't something I am ready to deal with, on this casual little day's sail up the coast.

There are some kids on the nearby shore, separate from all the alligators; they're shouting for me to be aware of the danger. I'm already turning around, and heading back the way I came, toward the castle I'd just passed, and the (hopefully) half-hour distant dock from which I started.

I mean, what was I thinking? How would I have gotten back down the coast to begin with? I had to pick up my wife! She would want to come back in a car, and I'd have no way to get the toy ship back to the dock! And if I convinced her to get in this ship, how long would it have taken to get back down the coast? And now: alligators!

As I turn the ship around, I notice there is already an alligator just off to the side of my intended path. He wasn't there before. His snout is pointing across my path, and his side-facing eyeball is taking in everything in my direction. He slides down the bank and enters the water.

Somehow, my son is on a veranda at the nearby castle. He says he's going to come help me, which is the worst idea ever, and I am pretty sure I'll be eaten or killed or something, and I try to tell him to go inside and call 911 immediately, mainly so he doesn't see what's about to happen.

The alligator begins to surface next to my boat; I withdraw my legs from the sides, and get ready to punch it in the nose as it breaks the surface. I'm pretty sure I can connect, but I'm also pretty sure that only works on sharks.

As I swing for it, I wake up.

For the next 30 minutes, in the dark, I fade in and out of consciousness, going back to the ship, but not that same moment, trying to solve the puzzle of out to get out of harm's way. Then I realize I should just wake up.

[brawndolicious]

Last night, I dreamed I was in  a lab class and we were preparing for our presentations since it was the week before finals. But we hadn't even started our project yet since nobody had been coming to class and all I could think was if I was even registered for this class and what kind of fucking project takes a few days to do. I woke up and immediately wondered if that was reality, like if that dream was just a previous memory but then I remembered I already have my bachelors degree.

[chronovore]

I hate those dreams. I graduated in 1991 but still get them when I'm stressed.

[Tasty]

This thread popping up is a little eerie. About two hours ago I woke up after a fairly vivid nightmare involving a nuclear strike on Boston.

I know the chances are almost nil but I keep coming back to Boston being in the top 5 places that would be struck by an enemy if it ever came down to it.

Took me about half an hour to calm down after waking up from that.

[chronovore]

Relax. Have some Soma.

[Tasty]

Dunno what that is but I'm calm now.

[Stoney Mason]

Me, my father (who is deceased) and my brother all travel around in a van together solving crimes. We are sort of like the three investigators in those detective books.

We arrive at the home of typical normal white lady to investigate a murder. I notice she has a cougar in the living room that is wrapped up in a muslin blanket. Because in dreams I am apparently racist I ask the women if she is a muslim for some reason. She says yes and starts to put on like a scarf and wrap it around her head. The moment she says yes, all three of us become very suspicious and give each other meaningful looks because once again apparently in my dreams, my entire family is racist.

So the women leaves the room. And the cougar starts talking to us. I'm shocked that a cougar has the ability to talk so I tell it, I can't believe this is happening. The cougar to prove that thia is real has a wristwatch and sets the time on it to show me that its a very skilled cougar. At this point I'm very pleased and start to pet it but after awhile I can tell its starting to get annoyed and maybe going to bite me so I stop.

And that's what I'm dreaming about in 2014.

[Skidmark]

Me, my father (who is deceased) and my brother all travel around in a van together solving crimes. We are sort of like the three investigators in those detective books.

We arrive at the home of typical normal white lady to investigate a murder. I notice she has a cougar in the living room that is wrapped up in a muslin blanket. Because in dreams I am apparently racist I ask the women if she is a muslim for some reason. She says yes and starts to put on like a scarf and wrap it around her head. The moment she says yes, all three of us become very suspicious and give each other meaningful looks because once again apparently in my dreams, my entire family is racist.

So the women leaves the room. And the cougar starts talking to us. I'm shocked that a cougar has the ability to talk so I tell it, I can't believe this is happening. The cougar to prove that thia is real has a wristwatch and sets the time on it to show me that its a very skilled cougar. At this point I'm very pleased and start to pet it but after awhile I can tell its starting to get annoyed and maybe going to bite me so I stop.

And that's what I'm dreaming about in 2014.

Shame on you stoney..

Also, you are easily fooled. 

[chronovore]

I was working at some new game company in the USA, probably San Francisco, and was being taken out to lunch by the team. Oddly, they were taking me to a restaurant on the grounds of a big park, lots of open plaza spaces, it felt like a park if all the grounds were cobblestones, and the facilities buildings were Spanish Colonial architecture.

Before this, I was driving around town in a Jeep which was loaned to me by Morrie, the guy across the street from us on the block I grew up on. His jeep was fucked. Man, I have never driven a more gutless car. The car couldn't make it up the low part of the hill on a street without taking a running start at it. His driver's side door wouldn't close. His windshield wipers got stuck mid swing -- after I'd activated them instead of the turn signal -- and when I rotated the knob to put them back, it was clear that they were directly connected to the knob; windshield wiping would be a manual effort with one hand while the other steered. This part of the dream was in Los Angeles. I was driving this car because the motorcycle I'd driven to the job interview was not street legal. I was having a lot of trouble figuring out how to get both the motorcycle back home, and the jeep back to Morrie.

Back at the park/mall where I was going out to eat, the youngest guy on the team, who was a Facilities guy, was chatting about some new TV show I hadn't seen, due to being in Japan for so long. He was talking about the conspiracy groups in the show. Some Marketing guy walking by asks, "Are you talking about that _______ show? Those Coil guys are crazy!"

I've got to hit the head before lunch though, so the Facilities guy and I go to the restroom. He wants to keep talking, but I need to pee, and he keeps stopping, so I keep stopping to listen, but am getting annoyed because I just want to pee. I say, "Just go pee and keep talking." "But I don't have to pee." "PRETEND like you're peeing and keep talking." We go inside. Toilets had same name as the referenced company in the TV show: Coil.

When we step outside, there's a knot of people moving, milling about, and it's hard to get through them. I try anyway, and there's some bulky, hairy dude who gets pissed off at my attempt to move through his poorly coordinated crowd. I've had enough, and want to fight.

Now I'm not in a park, or a restaurant, or Los Angeles, I'm on a webpage which is discussing the previous TV show. The crowd is not a physical one, but people interacting in a chat window called The Hangout on TheBore.com -- Vestal (or someone going by his name) has brought up the TV show as a topic. GTA V is also in there as a topic.

The guy whom I wanted to fight is still calling me out in text. I begin apologizing, because I have never been on The Hangout before, and didn't know how it worked, which is why I interrupted his group.

I wake up trying to reconcile how a plaza became a webpage.

[Madrun Badrun]

I have a dream too;  that one day this man will get sex from a hot girl.  Talk about the heat of injustice, jeez.

This post brought to you by Black History Month.

[Stoney Mason]

Had a fairly boring and depressing dream about some family members last night. But that part was whatever.

The bit that is "noteworthy" is in the dream I had to go to the bathroom to relieve myself. And I shit a catfish.

By that I mean I defecated a perfect replica of a catfish with scales, whiskers, and fins but made completely of shit.

So all day now I've had this recurring image of a large shit catfish in my head.

Thanks brain...

[chronovore]

Another one I should have written as soon as I woke up. Pretty sure I needed the extra hour of sleep, though.

I'm at a party, either a river or poolside party, in Florida. Over the course of the dream, it changes to California. There's a single-story bungalow/pool house which is feeding us wine and craft beers. Eel O'Brian is there, dressed as Han Solo. For some reason, it works, though I tell him it's weird because he couldn't do Indiana Jones. He wouldn't look like Indy, but he does look like Han, and it's confusing me. Then I realize there are beers and I have a fellow borito with me, and I try to figure out how to check in on Untappd and post to "Meeting Borians in Real Life" thread.

Then a bunch of spiders show up.

[Joe Molotov]

I woke up early this morning and needed to pee, but I didn't feel like getting up to go to the bathroom, so I just rolled over and went back to sleep. Sometimes when I need to pee IRL, I'll dream about peeing or needing to pee but this was really over the top.

So, I'm at a water park (Note: No, this does not end with me wetting the bed) and I'm going down water slides and stuff. Eventually I decided to go find a bathroom, but the line was really long so I'm waiting and waiting. Eventually, I got to the bathroom and try to use the urinal, but it was constantly spraying out water. So I backed up farther and farther away from it to get away from the spray, until eventually I was arcing like a six-foot stream of pee across the room into the urinal. I was going like this for at least a full minute. Then I went to wash my hands in the sink, which also sprayed water at me. I finally got up to use the bathroom IRL, and was disappointed when I couldn't pee like in the dream.

Unrelated to my brain subconsciously telling me to get up and pee, there was also a broken A/C unit next to where I was waiting in line for the bathroom, that for some reason has several video games programmed into it. The guy next to me in line turns it on, and plays a game where you're Mario (using the little Mario sprite from SMW) and you're constantly hammering like when you have the hammer in Donkey Kong, and you're fighting off waves of Yoshi's. When he beat them all the boss showed up, which was a train.

[king of the internet]

I just had a nightmare in my nightmare. 

[Himu]

Wow. That dream was vivid. And choreographed. And directed. Like a movie. I'm writing this immediately since I'm losing pieces by the second.

Okay, so the world gains a plague, and a few individuals bind together to survive. My brain crafted a backstory for most of them.

The only one I  remember is the guy who had his cell phone on him and showed him being murdered by his side chick. He was originally too weak to kill her, like, literally. He was so weak he had to have her chained to ground or a sink or something. He's important and can't let it come out he's been cheating on his wife, also of importance. So, as he's about to stab her to death she turns and asks if she's still bolted to the ground, he says yes, she takes a gun from her hair, and shoots him out of the window.

Yes, his cell phone records this and I don't know how he's still alive - if he even is. His Side chick jumps out the window like in those movies featuring Strong And Silent Female Action heroes and her slow descent from everyday girl to assassin as her appearance becomes eerily familiar to the Head Chef called Red in Orange is the New Black. All of this happens as she jumps down the window. It's choreographed like a Sailor Moon transformation.  That's the best descriptor I've got.

Another person is a former Dallas Cowboys player.

There was a transgender person.

There was a hot tempered Chinese girl.

There was a shy girl who kept to herself a lot.

A black guy.

Red is in our group. Cheater dude is in our group. All the people above. How are these people alive? Everyone else in the world is poor, diseased, and dying. Plants, animals. Everything has rotted. These people, for fun and games, like to go to a place where they see themselves in a mirrored world where everything is "fuzzy". As if their skin were made of poofed up material. They start to get close to the mirror and unleash a wave of green. Some people die, instantly turned into skeletons. The people in the group in  my dream don't think anything of it.

So everyone runs to the house for shelter. Everything is rapidly falling apart. People are disappearing, people are angry.people are confused. People are "transforming" into spiders and thin air or outright dying. Eventually they have a confrontation in the main room. Things come to a head and the Cowboys player takes the Dallas Cowboys players manual, a pair of scissors, and cuts it in half and everything goes to shit. Everything is scared as to why he'd do that. Then everyone dies as everything on a Earth becomes a wave of black ash.

Eventually everyone on Earth is remade as bodies made of jewels. Plants, animals, humans. They remember their past lives. Things are fun for a while, until a big boom happens, the Jewel people are told that everyone can live forever, except the group that stayed in the house and did things that were not good. So he takes their bodies, tears them apart piece by piece, and hovers them above the rest of the world, forced to watch everyone live their lives and have fun till the end of their days.

[TVC15]

I've dreamt about playing Diablo 3 more than once. I wake up pissed that the dream loot I found isn't real.

[TVC15]

During my nap, I fell asleep while focusing on thoughts of suicide via sinking my body in water with cinderblocks. During my actual dream, someone kept saving me or talking me out of doing it by claiming that he'd be my friend if I promised I wouldn't kill myself. I woke up and cried and drank like half a bottle of brandy.

[jakefromstatefarm]

Enter, a stashouse owned by a malformed sycophant with an affinity for lobotomizing his victims, allegedly the dragon for some higher up in the organized crime food chain, I wouldn't know, I don't ask too many questions. Outlaw hitmen shouldn't, especially out here in the untamed west. Contracted with his murder, I arrive in his living room accompanied by my right hand man, a tall, handsome fella who might've been the Angel Eyes of his own story if it weren't for his mutism. Fixing to fashion some gunboat diplomacy, we burst into his living quarters expecting to take him unawares, little did we know his underlings, who look strikingly similar to Jeff Daniels and Jim Carrey, were lying in wait. Five minutes later the fiends are engaged with my protege over control of a sawed-off while I'm knocked on my ass staring up at a man with scars on his face, a scalpel in his hand, and sinister intentions in his heart. I find myself grasping at any thought that might get me out of this jam. I finally settle on the first thing that materializes. Reaching for my revolver I expound, "If god wills it, he'll save you from this bullet." Dumb and Dumber buy it, their Kevorkian crony cries out, "No, fuck, wai-". Too late, the trigger's pulled and a cave opens up where my target's face used to be. His former friends are in shock, my obstinate accomplice obliges by wrestling away the shotgun and emptying lead shot into each of their bowl cuts.

To be continued...

[jakefromstatefarm]

I take a step outside the stash house. Dilapidated wooden buildings and despondent, aimless card-players convince me it's time to leave this town in favor of my ranch. Buttes, saguaros and dried foliage dot the adobe red landscape, a familiar Jamie Liddell tune plays in my minds eye, amber skies blaze overhead as I ride my way home on dirt-addled trails with one focus. Finally respite, finally family. No sooner have I arrived on my ranch then my wife's kidnapping makes itself apparent. I take refuge in my living room as shots barrage my house. Laser shots. My respite will have to wait, right now I'm caught up in a firefight with space pirates from the future looking to settle a score. Inextricably, my whole crew was just a stones throw away before the fighting broke out, including Angel Eyes, whom I later learned was also victim to this group of nefarious ruffians under pretense of spousal abduction. Ten minutes of intense fighting ensue, after which Angel Eyes and I find ourselves on one side of a mexican stand off with four combatants. The other side is occupied an old man with a laser cannon and Donkey Kong Sled, literally an anthropomorphic sled whose head was a superimposed image of Diddy Kong (admittedly, an oversight by my subconscious), holding a sawed-off. My accomplice and I exchange glances, betraying a furtive understanding of the situation. The old man makes the first move, we open fire. Or at least we would have had our firearms not been lacking ammunition. I sock the old man in the face. He takes it like a champ. My efforts exhausted, I concede defeat while staring into his laser cannon, into oblivion.
"I'm not here to fight," he says, "I just want to send a message for posterity, for my people to live without cruelty."
"And which people might that be?"
Suddenly his face changes, the old man is a shapeshifter. "The people who win."
"Mutantkind," I responded assuredly. The old man leaves without a trace, my consternations left at ease until I wheel around and reacquaint myself with Donkey Kong Sled's shotgun.
"Put that down friend," I plead.
"I'm afraid I can't do that Jake."
Donkey Kong Sled, why?"
"Because I have to. Because I've been doing this since I was a toboggan. Because its the only thing I know how to do."
After that, everything was black.

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embellish your dreams to Inception levels of detail brehs 

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[PigSpeakers]

Last night I was having a dream, and then I woke up. But I was still dreaming, and then I actually woke up. At least I think.

[Joe Molotov]

I dreamt I was at Quakecon with a bunch of people and we were looking for something to do so we walked down the road to the Dallas County Courthouse and Tupac was on trial, dressed like  , and it was an all-black jury and they were all like homeless people and crackheads and the DA kept getting them kicked off the jury and thrown in jail for vagrancy so he could get some white people on the jury. It was like a literal circus too, there was peanuts and popcorn and people were handing out raffle tickets to win prizes. Great Rumblers name got drawn and he got to be on the defense team. I'm not sure if he got off or not because we had to come back the next day and then it was time to get up.

[Great Rumbler]

I would definitely be on Tupac's defense team were he alive today and on trial for something.

[Stoney Mason]

Had a dream where I was looking at some porn on the internet and then suddenly a female psychologist/psychiatrist walked up to me. I was embarrassed but I kept looking at it in hopes she would just pass on by. Instead she stops, tears out a piece of the page I was on so she can see what I'm looking at. (Even though just a second ago I was on the internet using a computer to look at this porn). She then asks me why do men look at such stuff and I jokingly tried to disarm her that porn is as natural as a library or some other such comparison. In the dream I was really proud of myself for making that point even though in the light of day its not an especially clever or interesting or funny point.

When I woke up it dawned on the me that I can't remember the last time I held paper porn instead of just using the internet. A long freaking time.