Post any especially strange, memorable, or vivid dreams you have here! Technically this could go on /vx/ but it's less about interpreting the paranormal in dreams and more about just showing off your unconscious creative outlet. Writing down your dreams is a good habit to develop and this is the best place to share.
Last night I dreamt that I was sitting in a car in the suburban neighborhood I grew up in except there were Chinese police around for whatever reason. I decided spontaneously to be rude to them (or commit a very petty crime in front of them, I’m not sure which) and make a getaway, though I knew the risk of getting caught was high. On the street corner was Adam West’s Batman who tried to stop me and ran to open my door as I accelerated but I distracted him by throwing out a tiny scented firecracker. I got on the main road and fell into worry that getting caught by the long arm of the law was inevitable so I thought to just give myself up peacefully, but because I was going at a leisurely pace and trying to follow traffic rules to the best of my ability I was not actually found. In fact, the cop car “chasing” me went on the ramp to the highway just ahead of me; in this setting this was incredibly lucky because he never suspected I was behind him. Also for some reason the highway connected the whole solar system but I was prepared for the long journey because I had a lot of water bottles. As I “left” the earth’s atmosphere (despite the police’s aim to prevent that) there was a transition to a sort of branching tree map to the outer solar system (sort of like pic related but more abstract and without color) and beyond with destinations marked in number of days to get there. I essentially fast-forwarded through all of this, went directly to “deep space” and wound up at a cozy small library with a fireplace and leather armchairs. I happened to meet the new cardinal of Argentina as I heard over a radio that the people of Argentina still consider Pope Francis as “their cardinal,” so I decided to be nice and actually respect him; then we read our respective books. Then I woke up.
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Do you still play with legos irl?
I may say that I never dream, or to be more precise, I dream once every 10 years, btw, I'm really old.
What this means?
Being creative with Lego and testing out engineering concepts is fine, but if you're just playing with pre-made sets as an adult then you might have a problem.>>15875
People dream differently, I have relatives who dream rarely.
Oh shit, oh fuck! Not the autism, it's totally not like this wasn't unexpected!>>15874
Not often, but when I get the urge to build something the legos I still have help.>>15877
I don't mess around with the premade sets much, just fuck around with the pieces I already have. I just remember the sets because I got a few of them when I was younger and thought they were the best thing ever.
I remember being in a crime-fighting/detective duo that was initially more like Sam & Max (extremely cartoonish and comedic in chasing down crooks with a car and making them crash into things; at one point we even defeated an enemy through a game of tag) and later more like Mr. Monk with his/my neuroticism. The car was super-realistic and constantly needed things to be fixed particularly with our style of driving: at one point there was a constant incessant beeping and we tried to figure out what it was but it was just the CD player with recordings of an old radio play. This crime-fighting spree went on for quite some time and was the best part but I forgot so much which is sad.
The city was so lawless that eventually the car got stolen with all our notes on the criminals we were chasing, which was depressing as we struggled to remember everything we wrote down and the baddies could use those notes. Being on foot at an outlying gas station we had no choice but to walk through the city all night. We didn’t see any more crime but one odd thing to pass at 2:30 in the morning was a line of schoolchildren finishing up a late-night meal and going back to a last half-hour class. Apparently the odd hours was due to time zone differences as this was for Chinese lessons with the instructors having a Skype or Zoom call for the whole class. My partner remarked that if people were this eager to learn Chinese then a program which actually respected people’s sleep schedules would make a killing.
Morning came up as we were still walking and I made the remark that it looked like Fallout with all the ruined buildings and empty lots strewn about; one scenic thing that caught my eye was an old stone house of sorts on a sea arch above the river. We talked about how though extensive regulations kept people and even us from exploring such ruins, nothing stopped criminals from using them as bases of operation. We went off the beaten path and did some rock climbing and taking different paths; my partner pranked me by feigning to let go when pulling me up a steep rock face
A bit later I felt like I wanted a drink and we were in the bustling downtown area. I bought three of a cool-looking cocktail with bitters, gin, something like grenadine syrup, and “an English muffin” more like a glutinous rice ball (if you’ve ever had those you’d know what I’m talking about). Later in a hotel room I found out that the cocktail–and many other exotic ones I prized–was owned by the Satanist LaVey family who put an imperceptible amount of serpent extract into every cocktail they owned. I was overcome with disgust and my partner and I talked about the growth of evil of evil in the world. My partner made a Lord of the Rings analogy to Sauron gaining power and I–being an utter autist–made a correction by saying it’s Morgoth and that Dagor Dagorath is approaching. I said people could prevent it if they wanted to but they’re so confused and unwilling to change their ways–I pointed out how this sounded pretentious but that everyone has an aspect of themselves to work on–that they were unlikely to organize against evil.
This was all following a different dream where I was in an apartment and for some reason I needed to keep getting glasses of water without being seen from my window. I think it was because the government wanted to ensure everyone was asleep but I was just really thirsty. There was a lot of other (non-spooky) stuff going on but I’m bad at remembering such bizarre dreams. It’s interesting for me how my distinct likes, surroundings, and concerns mesh together odd yet cohesive (for the most part) dreams. Looking forward to sleeping again and seeing what my mind cooks up.