I had a dream that I was on a marathon run trying to program a game in Construct, and actually having success with it.
Granted the commands I was using made no sense... some of them included things like "On collision with death then Angry Video game nerd"

The whole thing felt like it went on for several hours.

I was focused, I knew exactly what I needed to do, and ultimately saw my original vision for The Twisted Dream come to reality. Violent, dark, Metal, and yet, still Mario.
(And creepy, but in a badass way)

I got to the point I was uploading it, and had to wake up because it got really super hot...

I had just overheated the wood stove. (DAMMIT!)


After that, I might give that game anothertry at some point.

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Edited by: The_Shadow , Dec 15th, 2019 @ 3:48 pm

I love the ending to Nite's most recent dream.

About a week ago, I dreamed that I went to Russia to hear Vladimir Putin give a speech in a small auditorium. It was about the size of the room where we had a lot of my presentations in grad school - it seated approximately 75-100 people. Putin spoke about how he planned to lead Russia forever. He was actually quite funny in this dream. After giving his speech, he played a video where Putin starred in a skit demonstrating why he doesn't want to return to private life. In this skit, he becomes a professor who tries a little too hard to relate to his students - he's making silly faces and dancing in the video.

Suddenly, there's a disturbance in the room. It's hard to tell what's going on, but it looks like one of Putin's bodyguards had confronted someone in the audience. A suitcase spilled open, but there's nothing particularly interesting inside - just a measuring gauge for tuning aircraft, as well as a pair of eyeglasses. I am not sure whether there was a legitimate threat, or whether one of Putin's bodyguards decided to rough up someone who laughed at the wrong time! Either way, a photographer from my city's newspaper was there, and she got some interesting photos of the incident. The dream ended before I could look at the photos or find out what happens next.

In other news, Person #3 in my November 5 post now sits across from me at work.

Here's a new one for ya.

(Small note for later: When I was younger, I always had this weird extreme fear of any kind of malfunctioning tech - from frozen Furbies to Windows blue screens and beyond. I was also absolutely terrified of small lights in the dark, like VCR displays or itty bitty power signal lights on various devices, including some TVs and VCRs. These have mostly subsided. Mostly.)

This dream was actually consistently structured, which is a weird departure from the usual abstract fare where the setting can change and I never know it until later; there are still some Dream Brand Abnormalities, however. I don't remember a ton about this dream in the way of exact details with the main exception being the way it ended.

First half: There were two very mildly disorderly rooms in our house that were somehow a little bit larger on the inside than the outside. I was cleaning up both of said rooms by just picking up stray things and putting most of them in a huge closet. The final thing left to pick up in one of the rooms was a rogue "Christmas decoration", which for some reason was an American flag still in packaging. The same room's furniture was made of basic geometric shapes and were made like thick gym mattresses. Even the bed was like this.

Second half: At first, I'm in a van, working on some game project on a laptop. For whatever reason, I'm parked closer to a neighbor's yard. I finish fiddling with the game (sadly I remember nothing of this dream game), then move the van back to our yard and go inside, leaving the laptop in the van. A gadget of mine is slightly messed up, and my dad met me to show me that he was about to try to fix it. The way my dad went about trying to fix it was more likely to make it worse than to fix it, so we just fought about that for a bit. Dream Me is worse than a supposed sailor when it comes to swearing, for some reason, even though I'm not actually a person that tends to do that.

There was one particular constant in this dream that showed up at the end of both halves. Our kitchen counters were up much higher and we had this weird white microwave and baking oven hybrid. After a while of being plugged in, it would have a sort of stroke: It'd make a sequence of seven distinct warped noises (the "tune" of which is still playing in my head as I write this; I hate it) and slowly flicker between temperature display for baking and a timer for the microwave. Also, the power in the rest of the house would flicker; this dream house had no proper breakers, apparently.

The first time this happened, we just turned it off for a bit and then turned it back on and everything was fine. Second time wasn't so great. I was so shaken with fear that when I tried to hit the off button, I missed; my hand stopped just short of touching the button because I drew it back too quickly. I was expecting the thing to explode, and I ended up thinking of the consequences of that happening when it was right there in front of me. Due to that, I had the misfortune of picturing some freaky caricature (though not of myself) with some awful, awful eyes... they looked like big circular flesh wounds. This was basically a scene transition of sorts - the microwave no longer existed nor did anything else, just that demonic looking person. I woke up after maybe a quarter of a second of looking straight at it, or rather, it looking straight at me. Between that and the microwave incident, I was so spooked I had to go talk to my folks (I ran as fast as I could to the front room, where they are currently watching TV) so I could calm down. They could tell I was spooked right from the get-go from the way I was breathing, even though I was talking like I was calm.

Let me tell you, even when you know something is a nonsense dream, it can still give you the severe spooks. Or at least that's how it is with me.
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Edited by: Miles , Feb 20th, 2020 @ 3:27 am

So, this dream didn't last very long.

I was wandering around this hallway. I really should know the location...a school I think.... Kids were everywhere surrounding someone.

I waited for the crowd to disperse. and casually went up to the person who was walking away. Turned out it was Patrick Stewart.

He looks at me and says: Well now, I don't remember you in the crowd.

Me: I didn't want to deal with the masses, and perhaps see who they were all excited about.

Him: *Nods*

Me: So, any chance I might get a selfie with you?

Him: well I suppose that's alright, but it likely isn't winning any awards..

Me: Nah, I don't care about that...I just know a lot of star trek fans I would just love to p*** off.

Him: *Smiles and nods* Hand me your phone.

I see the flash go off... and I wake up...

Last night, I dreamed that Miles wrote a dream post that utterly tickled me. Sadly, I don't remember any of the details! It's fun to dream about other people's dreams, though.

Some people have been dreaming more frequently and vividly during the COVID-19 pandemic, but this hasn't been the case for me.

A few nights ago, I dreamed that Ross Perot was still alive! I posted something about technology on Twitter, and some random guy I don't know made a rather off-topic response to my post. Then Ross Perot made a really funny reply to the Random Stranger's post. I don't remember what any of the tweets were about, though.

Then, I tried to like Ross Perot's tweet, but somehow I pressed the wrong button and called him instead. I canceled the call before Perot could pick up, since I was shocked that Twitter had a functionality for calling people who liked your tweets!

A lot of my dreams feature variations of much older versions of the house I live in. Modified due to dream abstraction, but still quite reminiscent of older layouts. Carpets, couches, TVs, etc - many things that we don't have anymore will for some reason be in their old places like nothing had ever happened to them. A dream I had just yesterday morning was this way.

One thing I might have touched on before in this topic was my childhood severe fear of malfunctioning electronics and the sight of any small lights in the dark. This dream features these as well.

Unfortunately I've forgotten almost all but the tail end of this particular dream. As usual, none of the following will make any sense. Most notably, time is not even a concept.

There was a point where I was trying to clean out a fan in a very strangely designed Wii which had a really big fan exposed on the side, freely accessible. Some weirdly long hair had gotten caught in it and said Wii would lose power whenever the fan tugged on it. This occurred in the "front room", towards my parents' end of the house. I don't know the exact time of day, but from the lighting I got "daylight but near the end of it so slightly less well lit".

I quickly got sick of diddling with the wacky Wii and went back towards the other side of the house where my room(s) were. (I've changed between two rooms here over the years; in the dream, they're both mine.)

I opened the door to one of the rooms, and the old black CRT TV that used to be in there was there and on, but it was not tuned to any channel; it was just a bright plain blue screen in a dark room. Why a dark room? Well, at the time I opened the door it was suddenly way late at night. A moment after looking at the TV that shouldn't have been on, it started squealing and flashing. Halfway paralyzed in fear, I fell backwards and had an extremely hard time getting back away from the room, but I did and ran to my folks' room. The dream ended as I stood in front of their bed, getting ready to explain what I had just witnessed.

For SOME REASON, the horrendous noise coming from the TV sounded a lot like mildly muddled Emergency Alert noises... as heard during one particular night of Dustin's Spelunky streams. The noise in the dream wasn't broken up, though, it was constant - but otherwise sounded mostly like that.

Side note: This'd be the second time Dustin stream audio wound up in my dreams. First time was around a week or two ago. I had won the "triple jackpot" in some lottery, and this (minus the percussion) was the tune playing in the prize claiming area of the nondescript building as soon as it was announced that someone had won at all. Perhaps needless to say, I woke up a very sad and disappointed man. There was a lot to this particular dream, but I sadly remember only two snapshots' worth of any of the rest of it and neither of those remembered mental images has much or any proper context to go with it. There might have been a climbing competition or race of some kind involved before I reached the "lottery" result area - that'd be my best guess.

@Miles That is the perfect music for the prize claiming area.

Last night I dreamed that I was watching the United States men's national soccer team play Trinidad & Tobago on TV. The USMNT's coach apparently deemed the current generation of American players to be inadequate, so he decided to call up a player from the distant past, Mark Chung . He's now 49 years old, but he entered the game and scored a goal. The announcers were saying that his nickname was "Cully McBride", which was the name of a character in an obscure indie game in this dream world. (I did a search for "Cully McBride" and didn't see anything relevant to video games).

My dreams usually aren't very abstract, and most of the time I can clearly identify what caused a particular element to wedge their way into my slumber. However, I have absolutely no idea why I was thinking about this particular soccer player.

I also dreamed that I went to the downtown campus of the school where I got my undergraduate degree. I have no idea why. It was late in the evening (and things were still affected by the pandemic), so most services were closed. We passed by the baby Starbucks and saw they put up all these meme-y signs of various students getting their favorite orders from Starbucks.

Two nights ago, I dreamed that I was pregnant and about to go into labor!

Every once in a while I'll have a dream where I'm a totally different person - and this is one of those times. I had a husband (something I definitely don't have in real life!) and a mom that wasn't my real-life mom.

I was well into my pregnancy and finally showing signs that the baby-birthing process was about to commence. We called the doctor, and he wanted to start taking steps to accelerate the process, as we had already passed the official due date. My husband and mom insisted on driving me to the hospital right then and there. I sat in the back seat of the car and couldn't see the faces of my fictional husband and mother. I was wearing a slightly cheesy gray maternity dress.

We arrived at the hospital and were getting out of the car. I didn't feel super-great, and I felt uneasy about hospitals in general (and especially during a pandemic). Then the dream ended, so I'll never know whether I successfully delivered a healthy, beautiful baby!

I think this dream was triggered by a few different things - hearing friends discuss health issues and family problems. I'm also a tad concerned about the possibility of my September work being delivered late!

Last night I dreamed that I was watching the Tour de France on TV. The Tour organizers came up with a wacky idea for a mountain stage - it would go through a French amusement park! This theme park had a jungle theme and was called Tiki's (possibly a ripoff of this . The park had a major mosquito problem, and Egan Bernal , the 2019 Tour winner, was getting eaten up by mosquitoes. His bike had broken down and he was running (on foot!) to the team car so he could get a replacement.

Needless to say, I don't think I've ever dreamed about professional cycling before.