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Title: The Dream Warriors
Post by: richerthanyou on 04 March, 2016, 07:02:48 PM
So I just woke up from a crazy dream. Bruce Forsyth was my lecturer for Bio Science!

I just had to do a google search and see if he is still alive.

Any dream interpreters here who can shed some light on what it means?

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 04 March, 2016, 08:39:25 PM
Science to see you, to see you, science.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Eric Plumrose on 05 March, 2016, 09:14:55 AM
You get nothing for a base pair.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: TordelBack on 05 March, 2016, 10:21:04 AM
Quote from: Eric Plumrose on 05 March, 2016, 09:14:55 AM
You get nothing for a base pair.

Auteur!
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 12 March, 2016, 12:46:21 PM
I keep dreaming that I'm still at school / university, with shitloads to do and little chance of getting it done.  Which is exactly how things were for me back then; so it's possibly a the middle-class, pampered-generation version of PTSD. I always wake up stressed and anxious, which gradually gives way to intense relief that all that stuff was years ago and I'm in gainful (if unconventional and erratic) employment.

Is this a regular thing for people of my age? Will it ever stop?

(Mind you, it's almost worth it for the feeling of appreciation for what my life is actually like.)
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 12 March, 2016, 01:04:33 PM
I haven't had a school dream for ages - they were generally about me turning up with the wrong books or being unable to find the class I was supposed to be in - but I remember how unnerving they could be.
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Lately, my most recurring dreams are about being dragged out of wherever I'm living by drooling demons (upsetting) or finding a hitherto unnoticed door somewhere I otherwise know well which leads to a much expanded and better version of reality (exciting/uplifting).
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I love dreaming, I do, but don't remember many of them. It's odd, I often wake up knowing that I was either enjoying or not enjoying a dream but have no memory of what it was about (frustrating).
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: richerthanyou on 12 March, 2016, 07:14:49 PM
I had a dream I was on a boat with Tom Cruise.

Nothing sexual happened though. I swear.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: M.I.K. on 12 March, 2016, 08:28:43 PM
Quote from: JayzusB.Christ on 12 March, 2016, 12:46:21 PM
I keep dreaming that I'm still at school / university, with shitloads to do and little chance of getting it done.  Which is exactly how things were for me back then; so it's possibly a the middle-class, pampered-generation version of PTSD.

I'm working class and mostly unpampered and I get the back at school dreams too, (and I've never done my homework in any of them).

Some part of my brain is always conscious of the fact I'm too old to still be there, though, so it tries to rationalise the situation by coming up with the notion that I've been there a few years longer because of a qualification I need to obtain before I'm allowed to leave, but I never get it. There's also sometimes an added element of missing the bus home or being in danger of doing so.

However, what usually eventually happens in these dreams is that I either realise I have no need to be there at all and just go back home or into town instead, or I remember just how long it is since I was last at school and figure out I must be dreaming.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 13 March, 2016, 11:11:05 AM
Quote from: M.I.K. on 12 March, 2016, 08:28:43 PM
Quote from: JayzusB.Christ on 12 March, 2016, 12:46:21 PM
I keep dreaming that I'm still at school / university, with shitloads to do and little chance of getting it done.  Which is exactly how things were for me back then; so it's possibly a the middle-class, pampered-generation version of PTSD.

I'm working class and mostly unpampered

Well, my own life doesn't exactly involve being carried about in a sedan chair with flower petals thrown in my path. I By 'pampered' I kind of meant not having to work on our knees down filthy coal mines, or living in waterlogged trenches while shells explode nearby. 
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: M.I.K. on 13 March, 2016, 06:08:41 PM
Luxury.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Grugz on 15 March, 2016, 06:35:00 PM
had a couple of weird ones latest one was Debbie McGee out on the town and everyone was shocked with paul being as ill as he is it ended with a strange looking fella in a white robe saying "its happened" meaning paul was dead,but the weirder thing was he kept changing into Sylvester McCoy and the dream ended with the opening credits of sylveters tenure as dr who without the music!!!
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 19 March, 2016, 09:16:37 AM
This dream haunted me all last night and even woke me up a couple of times.

I was part of a trio of exorcists - one trio out of many spread throughout the world. Our leader was a huge, corpulant black woman who looked about fifty but was in fact much older, almost as old as humanity itself. She was the exorcist who drew the demons out of people and things. The second was a strangely vague and androgynous person whose job it was to heal the victim after being exorcised and also to heal me after I'd done my part. My part was to kill the demons after the exorcism and my hands and arms were covered in scars. All three of us could see the demons but the rest of humanity (except the other exorcism teams) could not.

Once the demons were drawn out of the victim or object they'd been inhabiting, they became corporeal for a short time, long enough for me to kill it. But bullets or blades or fire wouldn't work, they had to be physically strangled or crushed or dismembered, which was my job. On extraction, the demons looked like a cross between the chest-burster from Alien and John Carpenter's The Thing - small, strong, vicious little things with razor sharp teeth, claws and spines and covered in noxious slime. The screams as I killed them, or tried to as sometimes they escaped, were horrid.

The world was full of these demons but most people simply couldn't see them or feel them (over 90% of the population was infected) and didn't even believe in them. This situation had been going on forever, gradually getting worse, as the demons drove people to commit everyday acts of inhumanity without even realising it.

It was a very disturbing dream, or sequence of dreams, indeed.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 19 March, 2016, 10:42:07 AM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 19 March, 2016, 09:16:37 AM

The world was full of these demons but most people simply couldn't see them or feel them (over 90% of the population was infected) and didn't even believe in them. This situation had been going on forever, gradually getting worse, as the demons drove people to commit everyday acts of inhumanity without even realising it.




Cross-referencing this with your posts over on the Political thread, it's not hard to interpret.  Cool dream, though; it's like Crossed or something!

Me, I had one last night that Russia and the US were at war, and the nukes were about to fly - I think a couple of them had gone off already because a nuclear winter was beginning outside.  Everyone knew the world was about to end so I went to my parents' house to await Armageddon with them.  The TV and radio weren't working but my Dad had somehow found out that 'the President is dead'.  Which President he meant, I don't know.

A lot of the time with dreams, I kind of know I'm dreaming, and I'm playing a character in them, aware it's not real.  Not this time though, I really believed the whole world was about to get annihilated. Not fun.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 19 March, 2016, 12:17:17 PM
Quote from: JayzusB.Christ on 19 March, 2016, 10:42:07 AM


Cross-referencing this with your posts over on the Political thread, it's not hard to interpret. 



Yes, it does seem like my subconscious is as unsubtle as the rest of me! Maybe I'll turn it into a comic script or something...

Hope your dream wasn't prophetic!
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 19 March, 2016, 05:53:16 PM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 19 March, 2016, 12:17:17 PMMaybe I'll turn it into a comic script or something...



Do. I'd read the fucker.

I think the apocalypse is kind of a recurring dream for me, though the global destruction takes different forms - nuclear war, asteroids, floods etc.  I remember a few times being really, really scared because I was about to die; trying in vain to comfort myself with the fact that everyone else was going to die with me.  Brrrr.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 24 March, 2016, 08:05:08 AM
Not exactly a dream but I awoke this morning to find a portal to Hell in the middle of my shack. It wasn't a portal to Hell, of course, it was the red standby light on my space heater surrounded by a swirling halo of sleep-mucus, half-focus and befuddlement. I don't actually believe in Heaven or Hell as such but, for a moment there, ho-ly shit...
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 25 May, 2016, 07:44:43 AM
Discworld. At the Unseen University, several hip young wizards with embarrassingly short beards are working on a problem that isn't really a problem; how does one teach magic or pass on complex spellcasting techniques to wizards stuck in the far-flung wildernesses (wilderni?) of the Disc? The answer, believe genius young wizard Mowglibeard and his "crew," lies in the Longsight Box - a device capable of transmitting live images over great distances. Unfortunately for Mowglibeard, and for everyone else, the Longsight Box transmitter contains a crystal which, when activated, will have some rather unpleasant effects.

I looked at the idea as it rested in the palm of my hand, a writhing, glowing knot of pure creative energy like a cosmic zip-file waiting to be uncompressed. It contained virtually a whole novel, not just the brief explanation above.

"Well, what do you think?"

I looked up to see Terry Pratchett standing in the darkness, beaming at me.

"It's very good," I said.

He clapped his hands together. "I knew you'd think so," he said, "that's why I want you to write it for me."

I laughed. "Don't be ridiculous!" I said.

His smile flickered off like a failing searchlight and he rubbed his chin in thought. His beard came off and he regarded it lying limp in the palm of his hand for a moment before sticking it back on at a slightly skew-whiff angle. "Ridiculous? But, this is a great opportunity for you."

"Yeah, a great opportunity for me to make myself look like a grave-robbing dick. Can you imagine? The Idiot Wizards' Lantern, a New Discworld Novel by Terry Pratchett, Channeled by Mark Howard. I'd get lynched."

He rubbed his chin again. "But, you could do it. I want you to do it. I..." He paused as his beard came off again and cursed as he reattached it, this time at such a wild angle that it made him look like his face was broken. The sight was quite distressing. "Before I died," he said at length, "I had so many ideas for new Discworld books but I just... I just couldn't get them out and into words. I want them all out, to give to the world. There are so many and I have chosen you to..."

I cut him off with a wave of my hand. "Look," I said, choosing my words carefully, "I've read most of your Discworld novels at least once but I am in no way an expert. Even if I could write well enough, and I'm arrogant enough to believe that I actually can, I simply don't have the detailed knowledge of the Discworld. You need to find someone who does. Much as I appreciate the offer, this really isn't for me. I'm sorry."

"But, my fans..." His voice trailed off into chasms of sadness.

"Precisely," I said, "your fans, not mine. They'd hate me if I did this. They'd hate anyone who did this, can't you see that?"

He rubbed his chin again. His beard came off again.

"Haven't you ever heard the old showbiz saying, 'always leave them wanting more'?"

He nodded, glum but beginning to brighten, staring at the beard lying in the palm of his hand like a drugged badger. "That's just what Douglas keeps telling me," he said. "Perhaps you're right."

"I am right," I said, "trust me on this."

He sighed but it was not a sigh of defeat, more the sigh of a man having a conclusion he didn't really want to be true confirmed to be so. "All right," he said, "thank you." He tried to reaffix his beard for a third time but it had other ideas and flew away. Terry watched it go with a huge smile and then turned to me. "You know, I really, really love this place," he said, and then ran off to chase his beard giggling like Homer Simpson chasing a chocolate butterfly.

Then the alarm went off.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Mardroid on 25 May, 2016, 01:13:54 PM
Wow.

Sad, sweet, poignant and kind of uplifting. Thanks for posting.

Most of my dreams are vague, and mismatched and I tend to forget them within few minutes of waking.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Dandontdare on 25 May, 2016, 02:16:49 PM
Nice story Sharky - like the detachable beard details!

Since my angina diagnosis I've had to give up smoking weed - as well as the health (and financial!) benefits, I'm really enjoying dreaming again - when smoking I either don't dream or don't remember them, but now every night is a new adventure.

Nothing amazing to report so far - last night I dreamt my brother took me along to his D&D group and there turned out to be about 50 players in two teams all in elaborate warhammer-type costumes with SFX gadgets. I felt left out and kept moaning that in my day, all we needed was a rulebook, dice and pen & paper.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 25 May, 2016, 08:29:28 PM
Like the beatnik layabout I am, I was meditating on a Thai beach back when I was travelling.  (I was actually listening to a 'subliminal track to attract money' - which I don't for one minute believe works, but I liked the music.)

I had a sort of vision / hallucination / daydream (take your pick) where i was invited into an undersea cavern by a friendly secret society called The Keen Ark.

They were such a decent, positive bunch I decided I would someday make them real. I registered the name four years ago and have been using it for payments and business banking since then; and am now making it public for my non-painting ventures (teaching art in this case,  with a view to creating a book and online course).

Sometimes the silly shit in your head makes sense. WHEN YOU FORCE IT TO. (with apologies to everyone who gets the reference )
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 25 May, 2016, 10:39:40 PM
Quote from: Dandontdare on 25 May, 2016, 02:16:49 PM

...when smoking I either don't dream or don't remember them, but now every night is a new adventure.


I've given up the weed too (except for the very occasional time when somebody offers me one) and I absolutely agree that it's worth it to get the dreams back!
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Fungus on 04 June, 2016, 05:17:05 PM
Quote from: richerthanyou on 12 March, 2016, 07:14:49 PM
I had a dream I was on a boat with Tom Cruise.

Your subconscious rationalising that cruise with Jean Boht?  After cheese.

I had the back at school/college dreams for many years I reckon, but not for a long time now... Shit, they felt real. I assumed those were pretty common.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 04 June, 2016, 05:43:22 PM
JBC - love the name Keen Ark. I may just have to steal that but disguise it as a story about a police informer called the Key Nark...

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 04 June, 2016, 09:22:30 PM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 04 June, 2016, 05:43:22 PM
JBC - love the name Keen Ark. I may just have to steal that but disguise it as a story about a police informer called the Key Nark...

My mate tried to google Key Nark a couple of weeks ago in an elaborate attempt to take the piss out of me. Google failed him. Fair play to Google
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 04 June, 2016, 09:41:48 PM
http://dl.acm.org/citation.cfm?id=336999&dl=ACM&coll=DL&CFID=795228303&CFTOKEN=52677138

Almost...
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 04 June, 2016, 09:44:35 PM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 04 June, 2016, 09:41:48 PM
http://dl.acm.org/citation.cfm?id=336999&dl=ACM&coll=DL&CFID=795228303&CFTOKEN=52677138

Almost...

:D
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 12 June, 2016, 12:27:40 PM
I had a dream I was on a date with Jordan*, who turned out to be quite pleasant and intelligent in reality**.
Then it turned out that it wasn't me dating her at all, but Nicholas Lyndhurst's time-travelling character from Goodnight Sweetheart***, who then went back in time to meet his other girlfriend.

*I remember when the only model called Jordan I knew of was the 70s punk one. This was the modern day one, though.
**Well, we can always dream.
***A programme I think I watched twice about 20 years ago. Jesus.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Keef Monkey on 16 June, 2016, 09:40:24 AM
Had one of those 'alarm clock invading my dream' experiences last night. Had a dream I was watching a Colin Farrell movie where he was some sort of detective (I've never seen True Detective) and was investigating a house, he was looking in a creepy looking cupboard under the stairs when a loud persistent beeping startled him. He spun round to look at the 'camera' and then the film started skipping in time with the beeping, so every time it beeped Colin Farrell's face was spinning round.

Think I watched that loop for a while before the waking part of my brain realized it was my alarm clock and it was time to grudgingly get up. I was really getting into that film too, although now have no idea what it was about.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 16 June, 2016, 03:34:34 PM
Looks like you've invented the Farellarm clock...
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Dandontdare on 16 June, 2016, 07:37:10 PM
Weird one last night: the usual inconsequential gubbins- meeting people I know and people I don't know, trying to find places etc ( and one odd bit where a chap moving house had created a sequence of channels and gutters so his goldfish could swim to his new house) but the strange aspect was that I was completely aware throughout that it was a dream: I couldn't make incredible things happen but I kept telling people "it's fine, do you realise you're just in my dream?" and nobody seemed surprised or impressed.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 29 August, 2016, 10:27:24 AM
Quote from: Dandontdare on 16 June, 2016, 07:37:10 PM
Weird one last night: the usual inconsequential gubbins- meeting people I know and people I don't know, trying to find places etc ( and one odd bit where a chap moving house had created a sequence of channels and gutters so his goldfish could swim to his new house) but the strange aspect was that I was completely aware throughout that it was a dream: I couldn't make incredible things happen but I kept telling people "it's fine, do you realise you're just in my dream?" and nobody seemed surprised or impressed.

Sounds a bit like Grant Morrison's Animal Man, or that Future Shock where the main character realises he's a character in a Future Shock.

I dreamed the other night that Lemmy died - 'Fuck', I thought, '2016 claims another legend.'  I woke up relieved that it was only a dream, but then remembered sadly that yes, Lemmy was indeed dead. 
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 10 April, 2017, 08:48:57 AM
Exciting one last night, quite cinematic with a distinct Alien feel. I, along with several other people I don't know, were trapped on an oil rig that was under siege by a kraken. It's tentacles were incredibly long and seemed able to get to people anywhere on the rig to drag them off to that terrible snapping beak. It also had the unnerving ability to bite people in two, eat the legs and then insert a tentacle into the upper half of the dead body, using it as a kind of rudimentary hand-puppet to lure other victims to their doom.

In the end, we few survivors managed to kill the kraken by welding blades to the rig's main drill and "blending" it to death. It squealed horribly as it died and we all felt quite sorry for it - except for the Grizzled Character, who said it was probably calling for its (undoubtedly bigger) mother. Fortunately, the dream ended before she turned up.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: DrRocka on 10 April, 2017, 12:40:47 PM
You've just dreamed an awesome Future Shock there, Sharky!
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 11 April, 2017, 06:25:06 PM
Heh, all it needs is a twist!

And a better plot.

And characters.

:D
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Supreme Pizza Of The DPRK on 22 April, 2017, 09:00:07 PM
Just woke from a dream that I was late for school which is a bit odd since I didn't used to worry about being late when I went. What's that all about then?
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 05 October, 2018, 12:27:27 PM
I dreamed last night, and not for the first time, that I was Finnigan Sinister, or possibly Ramone Dexter, I can't remember which.  Though there were many bloody shootouts (usually from the old Edsel), I knew I'd be fine, because I'd read the progs and knew that we always survive the gunfights.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: sheridan on 05 October, 2018, 12:50:48 PM
Quote from: Dandontdare on 25 May, 2016, 02:16:49 PM
Nothing amazing to report so far - last night I dreamt my brother took me along to his D&D group and there turned out to be about 50 players in two teams all in elaborate warhammer-type costumes with SFX gadgets. I felt left out and kept moaning that in my day, all we needed was a rulebook, dice and pen & paper.


Just for the record - my regular group started a new campaign last night (we rotate DMs - we're two years in to my campaign and about six years into somebody elses).  We had three rulebooks (PHB, DMG, MM), dice, paper and writing implements.  No costumes - that's what cosplay and LARP are for!
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 12 February, 2019, 10:21:44 AM
Smuggling Horses out of Liverpool.

The dream begins with me astride a large, dappled grey horse. Its breath snorts and steams in the thin morning light. Behind us is the whirling traffic of Liverpool, chaotic and flashing like the blades of some monstrous blender. We have already risked much to come this far. We are hidden in shadows beneath a scabrous railway bridge, contemplating the path before us. Switch Island. A maelstrom of traffic scything around a calm expanse of detritus-strewn tarmac, all cracked and slick with weeds and old oil. That is our way. Straight through the middle.

I adjust my grip on the reigns and puff out my cheeks. The horse snorts and bobs his head. We're ready.

'Yah!'

We burst out of the shadows, the horse galloping with all his primordial might, me leaning close to his neck, breath hissing through my teeth as I steer him through the flashing ring of traffic and onto the old, clear tarmac. There are old, fading and chipped markings on the tarmac outlining ancient and long disused "horse lanes" which I stick to with a grim smile. We are half way across before the police spot us and open fire. Bullets blast fragments of old tarmac and concrete around the horse's hooves but he is too fast for them. We blast through the far ring of screaming traffic and into an opening leading beneath the city.

We are in the city's guts, now, surrounded by countless miles of iron pipes, slimy brickwork and sickly old marble fixtures. The horse doesn't like this place, and neither do I, but it's the only way out and the horse trusts me. It's paid me a lot of money to bring it this way.

We can hear the city's agents in pursuit, sometimes close and sometimes far away, undefined growls and snarls and the clicking of claws echoing in the clammy darkness. A pale light glows ahead, sickly and anaemic, and the sound of a withering wind grows loud enough to scare our pursuers back into their beloved shadows. I pull my heavy coat about me as we walk out of the labyrinth and onto the storm-scoured Cumbrian Fells.

The ground is frozen hard with the most threadbare carpet of beige heather, white with frost and the thinnest mist of swirling snow meandering over its surface like ghostly snakes in the steel wind. The horse shivers but not at the cold. The entire side of the Fell is covered with Cumbrian land seals, huddled together in groups to keep warm. These miserable creatures lie and wait, hardly moving, enduring the intense and shifting cold with all the patience of boulders. They don't attack or threaten, just watch and pretend not to see. They wait for things to fall.

Like teenage girls, they jostle us as we pick our way through them, then look away and pretend it wasn't them. They bring things down to the ground and then, once the cold has extracted the ghost from the shell, they feast, consuming everything from the nails of the toes to the druff of the nap, leaving not even a bone to posterity. Horrid, lazy, frigid things.

We journey down the Fells, gradually leaving the malevolent land seals behind, and come at last to the warm sandhills and grassy dunes of Ainsdale Beach. We've made it. A warm red sun is lowering over the strawberry sea and gulls call and wheel contentedly overhead. I pull the saddle from the grateful horse and it drops to its knees before kicking onto its back and writhing ecstatically in the warm sand, whinnying and snorting and allowing all its tension to fade away. It kicks itself back to its feet and walks over to me, pressing its face into my chest and allowing me to cuff its chin and ears in simple thanks. It nods its head towards the dunes and I smile. I know what it wants now.

I turn and look into the dunes, watch the grass shimmering in the gentle breeze, and hear the horse gallop away behind me. It doesn't want me to see what happens next, doesn't want me to see where it goes, streaming along the beach in the company of the spirit of Red Rum. Soon the sound of its hooves fades to nothing and the beach is deserted once again.

I bend and pick up the heavy saddle, throw it across my shoulder and start walking into the dunes, towards the distant sound of traffic and the Coastal Road. From there I can stick out my thumb and hitch a ride back through Formby and Maghull.

And back to Liverpool.


(I mean – what the actual fuck was that all about??)
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Mardroid on 12 February, 2019, 01:20:28 PM
Heh. I'm not sure, but I'm jealous of your vivid detailed dreams. I hardly ever remember mine, and they tend to be vague and nonsensical.

Your dream reminded me of something I might read in the Dark Tower novels.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Pyroxian on 12 February, 2019, 02:02:22 PM
I had my first ever Kaiju dream last night - it was awesome.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: wedgeski on 12 February, 2019, 04:10:11 PM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 12 February, 2019, 10:21:44 AM
(I mean – what the actual fuck was that all about??)
Not a clue, but very well written sir.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 12 February, 2019, 04:18:14 PM

Thank you. :)

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 13 February, 2019, 09:10:42 PM
When my brother was a kid he dreamed he was walking around our garden at night,  holding a lamp (and we were very much in the sticks, with no streetlights to be seen).  Suddenly a horrible voice came out of the hedge: 'SWIIITCH THAAAT LIIGHT OUUUTT'.

About 35 years later,  he told his girlfriend about it,  who was so disturbed by it that she fell asleep and had the same dream.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Greg M. on 13 February, 2019, 09:24:28 PM
Quote from: JayzusB.Christ on 13 February, 2019, 09:10:42 PM'SWIIITCH THAAAT LIIGHT OUUUTT'.

Any potential creepiness has been ruined by the fact that I'm hearing that line in the voice of Hodges, the ARP warden.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 13 February, 2019, 09:34:35 PM
Aw, you've ruined it for me now too!   :lol:
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 13 February, 2019, 09:42:38 PM

"Ruddy hooligans!"

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Leigh S on 13 February, 2019, 10:11:12 PM
Had an incredbly bitter sweet dream the other night, where I dug out a copy of Battle with a beautiful Carlos Strontium Dog cover and strip - the cover had a very vibrant almost neon green Battle logo and the general colours were a bit more bright aqua green/blue than you would expect for Alpha, but really worked.

Inside, the strip was intended as a taster for readers to hop onto 2000AD, and featured Johnny solo against a German Armoured Division - one particlualrly lovely classic round panel of Alpha with german sniper rifle shooting out into the next panel, again in classic Carlos fashion

I woke up both sad I'll never see any more Carlos Stront but also sort of feeling like I had...
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 13 May, 2019, 05:15:54 PM
I dreamed last night I was part of a piece of unseen Withnail & I footage (they got stuck in a small, slightly sinister seaside village without their car after the whole Monty debacle, apparently).

I'd been reading Doom Patrol, see. Willoughby Kipling and all.  I've visited Monty's cottage in reality, and their now-demolished London boozer.

I've lost count of the number of Walking Dead dreams I've had my now.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: paddykafka on 13 May, 2019, 08:56:00 PM
Quote from: JayzusB.Christ on 13 May, 2019, 05:15:54 PM

I've lost count of the number of Walking Dead dreams I've had my now.

Well at least they left your boat without attempting to eat you first, lol. Hope all is good anyways.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 13 May, 2019, 09:40:57 PM
Quote from: paddykafka on 13 May, 2019, 08:56:00 PM
Quote from: JayzusB.Christ on 13 May, 2019, 05:15:54 PM

I've lost count of the number of Walking Dead dreams I've had my now.

Well at least they left your boat without attempting to eat you first, lol. Hope all is good anyways.

:D
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Dandontdare on 09 July, 2019, 08:10:01 PM
I'm giving up smoking (again  :rolleyes:) with aid of nicotine patches, and the best thing about them is that they give you ultra-vivid dreams, especially if napping - just had a short nap and spent a lovely 20 mins at 'bring your dog to work day', rolling round the office floor with big floofy pooches. All the fun, and none of the dog hair. Dreams also tend to be more consistent narratives, rather than random jumbles of events. It's like IMAX in my head every night.

A couple of friends have said similar - one said that they gave her nightmares, the other said they gave her the horniest sex dreams ever.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 09 July, 2019, 09:22:05 PM

I'm quitting (again) too - but the only thing the patches seem to be doing for me is keeping me awake.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: zombemybabynow on 10 July, 2019, 10:54:46 AM
Can't remember the last time i had /can remember a dream ?!
I believe this may be unhealthy ?
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: von Boom on 10 July, 2019, 04:43:01 PM
Quote from: zombemybabynow on 10 July, 2019, 10:54:46 AM
Can't remember the last time i had /can remember a dream ?!
I believe this may be unhealthy ?
Perhaps. But it will become the basis for your defence when you are standing in the docks at Crown court. ;)
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: zombemybabynow on 11 July, 2019, 12:54:01 PM
A serf like me - ending up in a crown court, I doubt it !!
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 11 July, 2019, 01:00:27 PM
I had a dream last night that Tordelback, yes, Tordelback, was kicked out of his house after his wife went mental and started a vendetta against the colour green (which somehow represented her husband).  I met him in his garden; the two of us were trying desperately to find a solution.  We ended up standing on the roof, looking down at her through the glass ceiling of one of the rooms, just hoping things would get back to normal soon.

I've never met Tordelback and know nothing about his wife or family situation, other than that it sounds quite pleasant.  I don't know what Tordelback looks like and can't remember what he looked like in my dream.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Proudhuff on 27 July, 2019, 03:53:55 PM
Hi all, this could equally be on the Black Dog thread, having lost three of the most important people in my life recently their appearance and the re-calibrating, needed each morning to my new situation, was making me close to losing it, however reading about dreaming and the Human Givens logical approach, changed all that, and even really surreal dreams can now be explained by the previous days flight or fight situations. 

From their website:

We can easily see this in our own lives. If we feel angry and let off steam it usually dissipates the anger. But if we were to act out our emotions every time we were emotionally aroused, that would be disastrous. So animals needed to evolve the ability to inhibit arousals when necessary and deactivate them later when they could do no harm. That is why we evolved to dream. During REM sleep unfulfilled emotional expectations left over from the day are run out in the form of metaphors, thus deactivating them and freeing up the brain to deal with the new emotionally arousing events of the following day. Without dreams fulfilling our expectations by acting them out metaphorically we would need a vastly bigger brain.

The expectation fulfilment theory of dreams

Human Givens Online Courses
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'Why do we dream?' & 'Dreaming, daydreaming and creativity'

With psychologist Joe Griffin's 'expectation fulfilment theory of dreams', we have the first viable, scientifically based theory of why we evolved to dream, and what dreams are actually doing for us.

So, dreaming is the deepest trance state we go into. The three essential points to understand about dreaming are:
•Dreams are metaphorical translations of waking expectations.
•Expectations which cause emotional arousal that is not acted upon during the day to dearouses the arousal, become dreams during sleep.
•Dreaming deactivates that emotional arousal by completing the expectation pattern metaphorically, freeing the brain to respond afresh to each new day.


further reading here:

https://www.hgi.org.uk/resources/delve-our-extensive-library/dreaming/why-we-dream (https://www.hgi.org.uk/resources/delve-our-extensive-library/dreaming/why-we-dream)
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Dandontdare on 28 July, 2019, 05:03:07 AM
well that must be true because there's a website!
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Frank on 28 July, 2019, 07:23:43 AM
Quote from: Proudhuff on 27 July, 2019, 03:53:55 PM
Hi all, this could equally be on the Black Dog thread, having lost three of the most important people in my life recently their appearance and the re-calibrating, needed each morning to my new situation, was making me close to losing it,

Whatever works for you (https://www.laphamsquarterly.org/magic-shows/miscellany/niels-bohrs-lucky-horseshoe)*, buddy. Sorry to hear about your troubles.


* https://quoteinvestigator.com/2013/10/09/horseshoe-luck/
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 28 July, 2019, 12:16:48 PM

Sorry to hear of your losses, Proudhuff - you're a proper good bloke and I hope things even out for you soon. You know where I am if you need anything.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Proudhuff on 30 July, 2019, 05:44:40 PM
Thanks chaps, just thought I would share what worked for me, the 5am black dog are not to be sneezed at, still hopefully in a better place just now just in time to see the country go down the tubes  :-X
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 21 September, 2019, 09:55:40 AM

I had one of those dangerously mundane dreams last night that's going to haunt me for days to come. It was simply me talking to somebody (I don't know who) about how I took a visit to Poland last year to visit an old flame - the last woman I ever truly loved.

It was almost like a memory and made me think, briefly, that this wonderful trip actually happened. It's been a long time since I had a proper girlfriend and this dream has made me realise how soul-achingly lonely I've been for the last decade and more.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Proudhuff on 21 September, 2019, 02:24:01 PM
aw Shark, sorry to hear that.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 21 September, 2019, 02:36:09 PM
Ah, it's not so bad, really, and I always was a bit of a loner - which has its own compensations. Also, thanks for the you-know-what ;-)
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: paddykafka on 21 September, 2019, 04:10:25 PM
I feel your pain, Sharky. Been twelve years for me. A combination of chronic anxiety, social cluelessness and looking like you could haunt houses for a living will do that, I guess.  :)
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Proudhuff on 21 September, 2019, 04:44:52 PM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 21 September, 2019, 02:36:09 PM
Ah, it's not so bad, really, and I always was a bit of a loner - which has its own compensations. Also, thanks for the you-know-what ;-)

:D :thumbsup:
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 20 October, 2019, 03:12:29 PM
There I was, roaming a globally-warmed apocalyptic  landscape full of filthy, ragged survivors led by brutal gang leaders, with huge, shiny, black (I presume) global government trucks occasionally driving through in convoys to throw out packaged food for the famine-stricken wretches to fight over in the mud.

Not cool, subconscious. Left me proper uneasy.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: TordelBack on 25 May, 2020, 09:02:31 AM
I woke this morning excited to read the next installment of Apes Assemble!,  the Trifecta-style crossover about Chimpsky, Heston, Travis Perkins and Krong (yes,  Krong, I know)  joining forces to fight crime after yet another mysterious virus incapacitates the Judges. It was only as I pondered why Travis was still alive that the penny dropped.

Ah well, probably for the best.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 25 May, 2020, 02:05:10 PM
Quote from: TordelBack on 25 May, 2020, 09:02:31 AM
I woke this morning excited to read the next installment of Apes Assemble!,  the Trifecta-style crossover about Chimpsky, Heston, Travis Perkins and Krong (yes,  Krong, I know)  joining forces to fight crime after yet another mysterious virus incapacitates the Judges. It was only as I pondered why Travis was still alive that the penny dropped.

Ah well, probably for the best.

Your subconscious has written a better Dredd than every Millar and Dredd tale ever.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: TordelBack on 25 May, 2020, 02:21:58 PM
Damned with faint praise indeed!  I'm a bit annoyed with Morpheus for not including Max's pal Vito, TBH.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: I, Cosh on 25 May, 2020, 03:20:34 PM
Blimey. You're pushing Mr YNWA's buttons there and no mistake.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: sheridan on 25 May, 2020, 03:25:00 PM
Quote from: TordelBack on 25 May, 2020, 09:02:31 AM
I woke this morning excited to read the next installment of Apes Assemble!,  the Trifecta-style crossover about Chimpsky, Heston, Travis Perkins and Krong (yes,  Krong, I know)  joining forces to fight crime after yet another mysterious virus incapacitates the Judges. It was only as I pondered why Travis was still alive that the penny dropped.

Ah well, probably for the best.

Is that the original Krong or the one that appeared on the ape island story a year or two back?
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Colin YNWA on 25 May, 2020, 04:05:43 PM
Quote from: I, Cosh on 25 May, 2020, 03:20:34 PM
Blimey. You're pushing Mr YNWA's buttons there and no mistake.

The only way this could be more for me is if they travelled back in time to battle Old One Eye and her kin.

Just make it happen. NOW!
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: TordelBack on 25 May, 2020, 04:19:25 PM
Quote from: sheridan on 25 May, 2020, 03:25:00 PM
Is that the original Krong or the one that appeared on the ape island story a year or two back?

Original robo-Krong, specifically the image from the cover of Prog 5ish. Although in the dream he was a bit muddled up with the Great Grape Ape. I'll stop now, I hate to see Colin all hot and bothered.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 25 May, 2020, 09:30:23 PM
Quote from: TordelBack on 25 May, 2020, 02:21:58 PM
Damned with faint praise indeed!  I'm a bit annoyed with Morpheus for not including Max's pal Vito, TBH.


Oops! Meant to say every Millar and Ennis Dredd ever. Ennis had a few half-decent-but-not-great ones, but yours tops them all.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 26 May, 2020, 10:36:06 AM
As for me, I found myself working as an extra last night for a revamped Mad Max. Was saddened to see that the new actor was some young type with Sideshow Bob hair, a tennis headband and Thai fisherman trousers, and he sneered at my attempts at the Australian accent I attempted during filming.

All in all, I had a better experience in the non-dream world as an extra in a post-apocalyptic show (Into the Badlands, which I've never seen but cast me as a badass with face paint, red-streaked hair, armour and a sword).
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: TordelBack on 26 May, 2020, 03:46:59 PM
We should start our own dream comic, Jayzus, a sort of Leinster version of Rare Bit Fiends - Coddle Creatures, maybe!  Although obviously you'll have to do all the art. And probably all the writing.  I'll "edit" - we all know that's where the real magic happens.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 26 May, 2020, 06:20:18 PM
Quote from: TordelBack on 26 May, 2020, 03:46:59 PM
We should start our own dream comic, Jayzus, a sort of Leinster version of Rare Bit Fiends - Coddle Creatures, maybe!  Although obviously you'll have to do all the art. And probably all the writing.  I'll "edit" - we all know that's where the real magic happens.
:lol: :lol: :lol:

This is eerily reminiscent of so many requests I used to get at the beginning of my painting career. 'I'm giving you the opportunity to do the art for my new book / cafe / shop / idea for a painting that will DEFINITELY be in the National Gallery (yes, really)'.

Money was never mentioned, as, of course, I would soon be buoyed aloft by the inevitable fame and fortune of the benefactor in question. I agreed to ask of them back then, of course, then procrastinated till the idea was thankfully forgotten.

Tl;dr: Yeah, I'm in.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: M.I.K. on 21 June, 2020, 07:14:05 PM
This morning I dreamt I was watching an advertisement from the 1980s for an expensive afftershave named after a character from a popular British soap opera of the time. The actor who played the part appeared within the advert, being fawned over by a sophisticated 1980s lady. I've now recreated the last frame of the dream advert pretty accurately. It looked like this...


(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfAbjfH2Yck/Xu-iz10OpfI/AAAAAAAABOA/Uc0UiKscMeca7s0VM2RJkSpfIMlK6iAtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Benny%2Bfor%2Bmen.png)
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: TordelBack on 21 June, 2020, 08:51:15 PM
Wetting myself laughing here!   :lol:
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: SmallBlueThing(Reborn) on 21 June, 2020, 09:47:21 PM
I think I may have just literally pissed myself. Oh dear. And one day before my 50th too. That's not good.

Someone needs to make some of that.

SBT
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Dandontdare on 21 June, 2020, 11:23:38 PM
Quote from: SmallBlueThing(Reborn) on 21 June, 2020, 09:47:21 PM
I think I may have just literally pissed myself. Oh dear. And one day before my 50th too. That's not good.

Someone needs to make some of that.

SBT

Quick, reach for a slug  :lol:
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: SmallBlueThing(Reborn) on 22 June, 2020, 12:04:30 AM
Quote from: Dandontdare on 21 June, 2020, 11:23:38 PM
Quote from: SmallBlueThing(Reborn) on 21 June, 2020, 09:47:21 PM
I think I may have just literally pissed myself. Oh dear. And one day before my 50th too. That's not good.

Someone needs to make some of that.

SBT

Quick, reach for a slug  :lol:

You accidentally wipe your arse with a slug ONE TIME...

SBT
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 22 June, 2020, 12:38:27 AM
Quote from: M.I.K. on 21 June, 2020, 07:14:05 PM
This morning I dreamt I was watching an advertisement from the 1980s for an expensive afftershave named after a character from a popular British soap opera of the time. The actor who played the part appeared within the advert, being fawned over by a sophisticated 1980s lady. I've now recreated the last frame of the dream advert pretty accurately. It looked like this...


(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfAbjfH2Yck/Xu-iz10OpfI/AAAAAAAABOA/Uc0UiKscMeca7s0VM2RJkSpfIMlK6iAtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Benny%2Bfor%2Bmen.png)

Close the thread, mods. Nobody will ever top this.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 03 November, 2020, 07:23:10 AM

Here's a weird one.

I was in a shop arguing with a hairy policeman about masks when there was a comedic crash, with breaking glass, spinning bin lids and everything. We looked around and espied Buddha sprawled amidst the wreckage of a display of crisps and pop. He looked like Keanu Reeves and sounded like Tom Baker.

Buddha disentangled himself, apologising in a grandiose fashion, moving in an awkward way that upset more and more shelves, and tried to exit the shop. Every step of the way caused him to trip or collide with something, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. He finally got to the door but banged his head on it and had to pause for a moment, stunned.

"I never expected the Buddha to be so clumsy," I said.

He looked at me with eyes filled with galaxies, rubbing the new lump on his forehead, and said to me, "spatial awareness isn't easy when you're at one with everything."

And through the shop window I could see that every person, every animal, every plant, every microbe, every molecule, every atom, every electron, every planet, star and galaxy, the whole universe, in fact, was laughing.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Rately on 03 November, 2020, 11:09:56 AM
Quote from: M.I.K. on 21 June, 2020, 07:14:05 PM
This morning I dreamt I was watching an advertisement from the 1980s for an expensive afftershave named after a character from a popular British soap opera of the time. The actor who played the part appeared within the advert, being fawned over by a sophisticated 1980s lady. I've now recreated the last frame of the dream advert pretty accurately. It looked like this...


(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfAbjfH2Yck/Xu-iz10OpfI/AAAAAAAABOA/Uc0UiKscMeca7s0VM2RJkSpfIMlK6iAtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Benny%2Bfor%2Bmen.png)

I want it for Christmas. Smells of woollen cap.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 23 November, 2020, 09:05:03 PM
I dreamed last night that Chris on the next boat to mine, as well as his partner and their wee 'un, had all been killed and hacked to bits by some chavvy types (sorry, my subconscious seems to be more prejudiced than I am).  It was very, very realistic and I think it was brought about by a mix of steak, beer, the lockdown atmosphere and the dead mouse I'd found in the kitchen (see the Life's Sometimes OK thread for details).

Anyway I was extremely relieved to wake up.  Not cool, brain.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Mardroid on 24 November, 2020, 04:57:27 AM
I remember having nightmares as a kid, where I was sometimes afraid to go to sleep. As an adult my dreams mostly seem to be so vague and nonsensical. Or if they're not, I hardly ever remember them, so they might as well be. I have a vague sense their mostly like random thoughts or mind-films. I'd actually like a nice more realistic dream.

I have had reoccurring instances of hearing my dad's voice calling my name. A couple of weeks back it shouted loudly in my ear and startled me awake. We do live together, but he didn't call me. (The ear in which I heard his voice was pressed against the pillow.)

Another rather curious instance was earlier this year. (Or was it last year? With coronavirus and furlough etc, the months are blurring a bit). We had heavy winds outside. I usually have my window open a bit, even when it's cold as one of our bright-spark predecessors cemented up the ventilation brick, presumably to keep out the cold so the moaning of the wind was particularly noisy. As it rose, I heard my dad's  voice speak to me. This time he didn't call or shout. He just spoke matter of fact "Do you know you're very ill?"

I just knew it wasn't my dad as a) it's not the sort of thing he'd do and b) he was fast asleep in his room down the hall.

Then the wind rose again, but this time I heard a different voice. The sound of a child giggling. Brrrrr.

I then awoke. The wind was still moaning outside, so that was for real, and I realised I'd heard it in my dreams. I think my sleep hadn't been that deep, which explains the more realistic hallucinogenic quality of the dream, I guess. The mention of illness in my dream is probably from a mild worry I've had for a while. Nothing serious, I think, just minor (but ongoing) belly issues and feeling a bit run down sometimes and the onset of middle-age.  I'm guessing the thoughts of this infected my dream. I'm overdue a doctor's appointment which I keep putting off, so maybe I should consider that a wake-up call.

The child giggling... well creepy children are a horror staple, aren't they?

Okay I guess that was an interesting realistic dream of a kind, but they're rare and far between.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 24 November, 2020, 06:52:02 AM
Well, that made me shudder good and proper.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 08 February, 2021, 04:06:35 PM
Last night's one was a proper depress-fest.  I wasn't really in it; but I was seeing what became of the now-adult actors (or was it characters?) who used to be on Grange Hill.  None of them were actual characters - my brain just made them up.

One of them was known jocularly as 'Dishcloth Brenda', because people saw her as a comic stereotyped old-fashioned Mrs Mop type.  In reality she was trapped in an abusive marriage where her husband constantly indulged himself with food and booze while she spent her entire waking life cleaning up after him.  I watched her washing mountains of dishes in a gloomy and dark kitchen, which she'd been doing for hours, with a look of indescribable despair on her face.  Just before I woke up, her husband walked into the kitchen to find Dishcloth Brenda lying dead on the floor, having finally snapped and committed suicide.

I was still depressed about it when I woke up.  My subconscious is directed by Ken Loach.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Tiplodocus on 08 February, 2021, 04:20:50 PM
Quote from: Rately on 03 November, 2020, 11:09:56 AM
Quote from: M.I.K. on 21 June, 2020, 07:14:05 PM
This morning I dreamt I was watching an advertisement from the 1980s for an expensive afftershave named after a character from a popular British soap opera of the time. The actor who played the part appeared within the advert, being fawned over by a sophisticated 1980s lady. I've now recreated the last frame of the dream advert pretty accurately. It looked like this...


(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfAbjfH2Yck/Xu-iz10OpfI/AAAAAAAABOA/Uc0UiKscMeca7s0VM2RJkSpfIMlK6iAtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Benny%2Bfor%2Bmen.png)

I want it for Christmas. Smells of woollen cap.

My brother was in the Royal Air Force and was stationed in Port Stanley just after the end of the Falklands war. They used to refer to the locals as "Bennys" because of the Crossroads character.

An edict cam from on high that this was insulting to the islanders and had to stop.

Which it did - and thereafter the islanders were referred to as "Stills".

When pulled up one day by a superior officer as to what this meant, the reply was; "Well, we can't refer to them as such but they are STILL f@#$ing Bennys".
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Rately on 10 February, 2021, 01:57:37 PM
Quote from: Tiplodocus on 08 February, 2021, 04:20:50 PM
Quote from: Rately on 03 November, 2020, 11:09:56 AM
Quote from: M.I.K. on 21 June, 2020, 07:14:05 PM
This morning I dreamt I was watching an advertisement from the 1980s for an expensive afftershave named after a character from a popular British soap opera of the time. The actor who played the part appeared within the advert, being fawned over by a sophisticated 1980s lady. I've now recreated the last frame of the dream advert pretty accurately. It looked like this...


(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfAbjfH2Yck/Xu-iz10OpfI/AAAAAAAABOA/Uc0UiKscMeca7s0VM2RJkSpfIMlK6iAtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Benny%2Bfor%2Bmen.png)

I want it for Christmas. Smells of woollen cap.

My brother was in the Royal Air Force and was stationed in Port Stanley just after the end of the Falklands war. They used to refer to the locals as "Bennys" because of the Crossroads character.

An edict cam from on high that this was insulting to the islanders and had to stop.

Which it did - and thereafter the islanders were referred to as "Stills".

When pulled up one day by a superior officer as to what this meant, the reply was; "Well, we can't refer to them as such but they are STILL f@#$ing Bennys".

Brilliant  :lol:
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: milstar on 08 March, 2021, 05:29:30 PM
My dreams often can be lucid. And long; yet, I forget copious amount each time I wake up. Weirdest of all, every time I dream them, they seem so nightmarishly real.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Tjm86 on 08 March, 2021, 07:33:20 PM
Quote from: Tiplodocus on 08 February, 2021, 04:20:50 PM
My brother was in the Royal Air Force and was stationed in Port Stanley just after the end of the Falklands war. They used to refer to the locals as "Bennys" because of the Crossroads character.

An edict cam from on high that this was insulting to the islanders and had to stop.


Really?  I was there in '92 and they were still called Benny's.  Being "Bennied" was also a euphemism for having to stay beyond the end of your tour as a result of your replacement not coming down (which actually happened to me!).

The other disparaging nickname was Chogie's, for the Ascension Islanders that did a lot of the cleaning duties.

Ah, them were the days!
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 08 March, 2021, 10:39:11 PM
Quote from: milstar on 08 March, 2021, 05:29:30 PM
My dreams often can be lucid. And long; yet, I forget copious amount each time I wake up. Weirdest of all, every time I dream them, they seem so nightmarishly real.

Me and all. Which reminds me of last night's one where I was a prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp.  Weird thing was, I really did visit Dachau once and my dream was nothing like that. Still very grim though. I blame the lockdown.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: milstar on 09 March, 2021, 04:56:23 PM
Quote from: JayzusB.Christ on 08 March, 2021, 10:39:11 PM
Quote from: milstar on 08 March, 2021, 05:29:30 PM
My dreams often can be lucid. And long; yet, I forget copious amount each time I wake up. Weirdest of all, every time I dream them, they seem so nightmarishly real.

Me and all. Which reminds me of last night's one where I was a prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp.  Weird thing was, I really did visit Dachau once and my dream was nothing like that. Still very grim though. I blame the lockdown.

I just woke up from afternoon nap. I dreamed that I am playing RE5 with Chris Redfield and when I reached the end i battled some monster, which in fact was me, that manifests like giant monster, but is Chris Redfield instead lol. Like Chris Redfield is some clone gone rogue or something. No kidding.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 25 May, 2021, 12:40:29 PM
Here's a weird one that affected me quite deeply and came in three parts, punctuated by pee breaks.

Part I - The Poet

I awoke in a luxurious bed in a very classy bedroom. Next to me was a woman with her naked back to me. Her back was covered in bruises. I made one of those waking up noises and she stirred.

"I suppose you want me to assume the position," she said in a defeated yet entirely familiar voice.

"Eh?"

She turned to face me, eyes down, and I was stunned to find that she was Pam Ayres. I gaped and said, "Pam Ayres?"

She hid an angry scowl and pleaded with me to stop playing my wicked mind games on her and just "get on with it."

I got out of the bed and backed away, blathering. "I would never do that..."

After a brief conversation she grew truly afraid. "Who are you?" she demanded and then, when I told her my name, she called for help and three bodyguards burst into the room. She pointed at me and shouted that I was an impostor. The bodyguards thought  this was very amusing until they spoke to me and finally agreed with Pam. They moved in to do me mischief.

Whenever I punch people in a dream it's always pointless - my arm feels like it's moving through congealing concrete and the punch connects with all the force of a fly landing on blancmange. Not this time. The lead bodyguard went down like a sack of cheap manure, thoroughly sparko.

"Get the Hell out," I said, playing a part, "and don't come back until I call for you."  They departed, carrying their unconscious friend with them.

Pam was properly scared now and very confused. I stayed back and tried to figure it out. I'd first seen her, I explained, on telly years ago reading her poem I wish I'd Looked After me Teeth, we even had a book of her poems, and that she still popped up on the radio and telly, that she was a kind of mid-level national treasure, and that I'd never met her, knew nothing about her.

She explained that her husband, whom I shall call Bastard Shark, had also seen her on telly all those years ago and used his family's vast wealth and power to woo her but, once married, had kept her a virtual prisoner in this mansion, subjecting her to regular beatings and constant mental torture. In her world, she'd never been on telly again, never been allowed to publish - or even write - another poem.

After a long conversation, we came to the conclusion that I'd somehow woken up in the wrong alternate universe, in the body of an alternate me.

She happened to have divorce papers hidden away, drawn up in secret years ago, but never had the nerve to present them to Bastard Shark. So I told her to fetch them and we both signed them, ordering the bodyguards to also sign as witnesses. Pam was very happy, as was I.

Then my bladder woke me up.

Part II - Worry

It took me ages to get back to sleep. The dream had been so real that I was worried what Bastard Shark might do once he regained his own body. I was also worried that I was worrying about people who don't exist, dream people.

Eventually, though, fall asleep I did and found myself trying to get back. Bastard Shark, however, appeared and blocked my path. In a monstrous rage, fairly radiating malevolence, he howled at me.

"Stay away from my body! Stay away from my world! Stay away from my woman!" His voice was fearsome, filled with sickly purple light, and he raised his fist then punched me so hard that I woke up.

I had  another pee then went back to bed.

Part III - Pawn

Asleep again, eventually, I found myself in a featureless void. Soon, another me appeared, this one I'll call Evil Genius Shark.

"Did it work?" he asked me. I didn't understand, so he reached into my mind and took the memories of my visit to Pam and pumped his fist in triumph.

He wanted to know what I'd learned about this alternate world. He thought he could steal Pam's poems, which didn't exist in his world, and publish them to make money. He wanted to send me into the bodies of alternate versions of me every night to pick up anything he could sell in his world.

I was appalled and demanded he send me back to check on Pam, give her enough time to escape from Bastard Shark because I feared that in signing the divorce papers I'd actually signed her death warrant.

Evil Genius Shark was angry. "Humans are infinite in number," he said, "the loss of one is less than insignificant."

I pleaded but he just looked disappointed and, looking at someone I couldn't see said, "This one is no good. Find me another."

The void evaporated, Evil Genius Shark disappeared and then my alarm went off.

***

I've tried to get back on subsequent nights to rectify my mistake but without success. I've also been trying to make sense of it, in quantum and psychological ways but, again, without success.

Maybe I'm just loopy.


Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: paddykafka on 25 May, 2021, 01:23:49 PM
No need for concern, Sharky. Your fellow squaxx are here to help you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fdjf4lMmiiI

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Proudhuff on 25 May, 2021, 02:38:29 PM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 25 May, 2021, 12:40:29 PM
Here's a weird one that affected me quite deeply and came in three parts, punctuated by pee breaks.


Maybe I'm just loopy.

Nope, but you do need to write Netflix series  :)
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: zombemybabynow on 25 May, 2021, 03:25:04 PM
just saw the thread and thought:

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Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 07 November, 2021, 05:58:38 PM

An absolute corker last night!

I was the captain of a Federation starship - but only a small one with a crew of about 50. My ship was support vessel to two Enterprise-A style starships out exploring space beyound Federation borders when a Borg cube showed up being all belligerent and "resistance is futile" at us. The two big ships ordered me to scarper while they took on the cube. They were destroyed in minutes and the cube came after my little ship, which had minimal weapons.

I dropped us out of warp and used impulse drive to get to around 87% lightspeed because of some technobabbly law of warp physics that made such a speed hard to jump back to warp from. The cube was closing in, just minutes away from entering weapons range. I ordered the crew to the escape pods and initiated Escape Plan Gamma 3, which meant all the pods delayed launch until my order.

At thirty seconds from weapons range, I ordered the antimatter containment field dropped to 5%, its minimum setting. At ten seconds, I ordered the crew to launch the escape pods and then simultaneously ejected the bridge (which was an escape pod in its own right) and brought the now empty ship to a dead stop.

Unable to avoid the suddenly motionless ship, the Borg cube ploughed into it, causing a simultaneous warp core breach and antimatter explosion which, coupled with the cube's massive kinetic energy, destroyed both vessels utterly. Using the free flying bridge as a command ship, I led the escape pods away and back to Federation space - but woke up before I could get a medal.

Damn, but sometimes I love being asleep!

Llap.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 08 November, 2021, 08:23:03 AM
You always have the coolest dreams, Shark.  I woke up from a dream about those RAF pilots on Armstrong and Miller who use chav language.  I've never even watched Armstrong and Miller, and only saw those pilots on Youtube, about a year ago.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 17 January, 2022, 07:45:51 AM

I was sat in the Sharkshed watching Dr Who (in my dream) and suddenly the TARDIS materialised around me. It was a version of the TARDIS I've never seen before, all shiny dark and cool, and the Doctor was all the Doctors at once (in the cool way that dream people can seem to be more than one person at a time) and had two companions; a tall, handsome black guy and a pretty middle-aged woman, neither of whom I recognised. The Doctor, who spoke with Tom Baker's voice, was struggling to control the TARDIS, which was all explodey and in obvious distress. "Well, we're in trouble now," the Doctor said.

Me and the two companions fell through the floor into lower decks and found ourselves in a corridor, which was also suffering from explosions. A dalek came around a corner, screaming. It wasn't after us but fleeing from some effect, similar to the kaleidoscopic buildings in Dr Strange, which was chewing up and rearranging the corridor, twisting and whirling it all out of shape. We turned to run away but the same effect was barrelling along the corridor from the other direction, trapping us. Just as the dalek spotted us and was about to fire, the roiling effect caught it and ripped it to bits, then we too were engulfed.

Once the effect had passed, we found ourselves in the corridor of a 1920s ocean liner. The male companion was on the other side of a wooden wall and we couldn't get him out because there was no door. The ship, it seemed, was sinking so we had to find a way to save him. I found a door and pushed through it, only to find myself in a large, ornate bathroom. Inside were an old black guy and a very old woman - who were not, they claimed, older versions of the two companions but completely different people. We had a conversation about the food being served aboard the ship, which they both agreed was excellent. The whirling kaleidoscope effect returned, ripping up the place, and the two old people got shredded.

Once it had passed, the Doctor's two companions and I found ourselves in another corridor - this time resembling the circular space station from 2001. Things seemed calm until an army of daleks came rushing at us from around the bend, still some way off but advancing rapidly. We turned to run but another horde of daleks appeared rushing towards us from the other direction. The space station started to shudder and disintegrate and warp.

"We have to get back to the TARDIS," I said.

But the guy, now in a Moonbase Alpha uniform and worrying at his hand-held scanner, insisted that we had to find the landing pad and get aboard his Eagle. "If we don't lift off in twenty minutes, the Moon will be out of range and we'll never get back!"

I looked to the woman, but she was now in a Starfleet uniform, tapping ineffectually at her offline com badge and calling, "Enterprise! Enterprise! Emergency beamout, now!"

The daleks zoomed closer, screeching their usual war cry, and it seemed we were doomed until a weird distortion, like heat haze, rushed towards us from both directions. It passed through the daleks and didn't do any damage but turned out to be a visual representation of the first "beeooowww" note of the Dr Who theme tune, but it built up into the theme tune from The Hitch Hikers' Guide to the Galaxy...

Then I woke up.


I can only assume that, somewhere out in the storyverse, the TARDIS collided with the Heart of Gold and become entangled with its infinite improbability field, and that one of the sparks from the explosion hit me right in the dreamstate.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: paddykafka on 19 January, 2022, 02:33:03 PM
Doctor Who, Daleks, 2001, Doctor Strange, Star Trek and Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy?

That is, like, the best Sci-Fi cross-over dream ever!  :)
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 19 January, 2022, 02:44:54 PM

Seems I do all my best work while I'm asleep. :-/

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Mardroid on 23 January, 2022, 04:32:17 PM
Heh. Wish I had dreams like that.

Mine are mostly like vague movies or just odd thoughts which I forget very soon after waking.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: SmallBlueThing(Reborn) on 23 January, 2022, 05:39:12 PM
We've got mice. And this isn't really a problem- I like mice, find them amusing, and catching them via the medium of an expensive humane 'trap and release' device has become something of an evening hobby, in Small Blue Mansions.

The other night, I was entertained by two of them- very small ones- who stampeded into the bedroom just after I'd turned the light off, like tiny elephants, and who showed absolutely no fear of the bemused human sitting up talking to them as they shot about, having loads of mousey fun.

Except. Every other night, the trap doesn't work. Doesn't matter what I bait it with, and how I balance the snickers on the spring-loaded ramp, the next morning the trap is empty and unsprung. It's been driving me mad, and I'm beginning to wonder if we have a particular Super-intelligent mouse, quite able to develop anti-trap techniques.

However, last night, my dream explained it all to me. Hearing a noise in the kitchen, I got out of bed and began to descend the stairs, only to become aware of one of Armando D'Ossorio's Blind Dead templars, standing at the foot of the stairs, gesturing to me to follow him into our kitchen. I followed, and found a bunch of his dessicated mates in there, standing round the mouse trap and pointing at it.

Inside the mousetrap, was a weasel. A weasel in tiny top hat and monocle, who had managed to avoid setting the trap off my stretching his neck over the ramp and picking the snickers and peanuts up with his mouth, but had become stuck this time.

The templars gestured that they wanted me to free the weasel. I freed the weasel. The templars filed out our back door and I went back to bed.

SBT
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: M.I.K. on 23 January, 2022, 08:26:19 PM
Similar problem here (with mice, not aristocratic weasels and undead Knights Templar, although that wouldn't particularly surprise me either).

Non-dream related segue to mouse shenanigans follows...

The mice are field mice (aka wood mice), which despite their name have decided they're far comfier living in a house, are a lot less stinky than actual house mice and don't seem to venture any further than the walls, attic and under the sink, so must be getting most of their sustenance elsewhere. They do make a hell of a noise, though and sound like they're ripping strips off something in the attic.

They're also slightly too light to always set the humane trap off, so I've added a couple of two pence coins to the ramp to weigh it down a bit.

A few months ago I checked the trap to find a mouse within making a heck of a racket and discovered that it had picked up one of the two pence pieces, had stuck it in the gap at the bottom of the 'door' to the trap and looked very much like it was using it as a lever in an attempt to prise the trap back open. It then seemed to get frustrated and lobbed the coin towards the back of the trap, then chucked it against the back a couple of more times in what may have been an attempt to break through that way.

Upon googling "field mice and tool use" I found an article from a couple of decades ago which informed me that it had only recently been discovered that they do indeed use tools, making their own signposts from twigs, leaves and small stones because it keeps them safer from predators than what house mice do, which is to scent mark by peeing all over the place. So that'll be why field mice aren't as stinky.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: SmallBlueThing(Reborn) on 23 January, 2022, 08:48:10 PM
 That's my favourite ever post on this forum, and I thank you for it. And yes, I think mine are field mice too, from the limited research I have done. They are amazing little creatures- and in my detailing the ongoing battle to remove them on Facebook, I came up against a predictable barrage of advice to take them "at least two miles away, otherwise they will be back indoors before you are".

I've been photographing them along the way, because the trap is big and transparent, and am pretty sure (size, markings, physicality) that all six I've caught so far are all different- and I just wander over the road and drop them at the bottom of the field, about 40 metres from the house. They scamper off- I'm sure to imminent death in the jaws of the foxes that live down there, but I like to think they've all met up again and are having mousey adventures together.

Dragging this back to dreams- a few weeks ago I became aware that I wasn't really dreaming (or at least, not very vividly) so decided to take B6 as a supplement. Ever since then- well, funting heck, it's like I spend my life on psychoactives!

SBT
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 23 January, 2022, 09:11:06 PM

Speaking of psychoactives, I've tried mushrooms three times.

First time, nada. I'd have got more of a kick out of a can of shandy.

Second time, mostly nada. The world, the guys I was with - nothing changed. But the Moon - the Moon changed. I've never seen it look so bright, like a blob of mercury under a white spotlight, and it looked like it had rings around it, around the equator, from pole to pole, and at angles all around. And it had the most beautiful sky blue aura around it. But everything else was normal.

Third time, I just spent four hours giggling - which was fun but really quite disappointing. I mean, how are you supposed to explore the secrets of the universe when you can't stop laughing?

I haven't bothered since.

Cool mouse dream, though!

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 23 January, 2022, 11:10:37 PM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 23 January, 2022, 09:11:06 PM

Speaking of psychoactives, I've tried mushrooms three times.

First time, nada. I'd have got more of a kick out of a can of shandy.

Second time, mostly nada. The world, the guys I was with - nothing changed. But the Moon - the Moon changed. I've never seen it look so bright, like a blob of mercury under a white spotlight, and it looked like it had rings around it, around the equator, from pole to pole, and at angles all around. And it had the most beautiful sky blue aura around it. But everything else was normal.

Third time, I just spent four hours giggling - which was fun but really quite disappointing. I mean, how are you supposed to explore the secrets of the universe when you can't stop laughing?

I haven't bothered since.

Cool mouse dream, though!

Haven't done them too many times, but I've had some very, very intense experiences.  Mostly good, but one very, very bad.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 24 January, 2022, 10:44:43 AM

I'd be interested to hear about them.


Maybe in PM or email, though, so as not to trouble anyone.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 24 January, 2022, 05:14:10 PM
I'll send you a PM later today or tomorrow. 
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 29 January, 2022, 08:46:47 PM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 24 January, 2022, 10:44:43 AM

I'd be interested to hear about them.


Maybe in PM or email, though, so as not to trouble anyone.

PM waiting for you. Sorry for the delay
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 30 January, 2022, 06:16:27 PM

Thanks, JBC :-)

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 30 January, 2022, 06:53:38 PM
No bother, Sharky. Me, I've just remembered there was a possibly racist and definitely filthy poem we used to recite in the playground called 'Bum Chilly Willy'* , about a promiscuous man who wore a leather jacket and grass skirt.
A year or two ago I dreamed I was watching Michael Parkinson interviewing an older and more respectable Bum Chilly Willy, who was now dressed in a suit (like MC Hammer when he appeared on The Word) and expressing a somewhat embarrassed amusement as he was asked about the excesses of his youth.

*I see from the Internet that most kids knew him as 'Um Chucka Willy'. Don't look it up, it's definitely NSFW and is best left in 1980s schoolyards.
..
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 30 January, 2022, 07:54:31 PM

Bum Chilly... Oh my god... Dad!?

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 30 January, 2022, 08:33:34 PM
🤣🤣
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: Proudhuff on 31 January, 2022, 01:05:32 PM
Never have some red wine and a wee tequila while watching The Responder... the ensuing dreams are not for the faint hearted.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 17 February, 2022, 07:23:14 AM
I got detached from normal, human-perceived time and space and then was terrified to see the vastness of it all, represented by gigantic spinning wheels within wheels (how the angels appeared to Ezekiel, as I've just checked on Google).  I got very depressed and very scared when I saw what a microscopic blip human life is, filled with meaningless activities to help stave off the awful knowledge of our own insignificance.

In other news, I had four pints and a steak and Guinness pie in the pub last night.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: SmallBlueThing(Reborn) on 19 February, 2022, 07:55:15 AM
 Ever since moving back to the UK from Ireland, I have periodically dreamed of the house I used to live in over there. In the dreams, it's always different from the reality, but it's always *that house*. So far so so-so.

Last night I was back there- I was in the process of moving into a new flat within the building (no. 4) and throwing away much old property. Amongst bags and bags of old meat (steaks, joints of beef, burgers etc) was a singular item: a cucumber. I picked it up, and noted it was "the old cucumber".

When I woke up, the old cucumber was the single dominant image from the dream, and from that I managed to piece together the rest.

So why am I dreaming of Wulf?

SBT
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 19 February, 2022, 10:14:43 AM

When you awoke, was your hammer stern...?

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 20 February, 2022, 09:59:41 AM
Guffaw!

I've just woken up after looking up and seeing gigantic figures in the sky descending to earth, including a woman with a star for a head , as well as Baphomet himself (the satanic goatman version, that is, not the prophet Muhammad which he probably really was).
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Enigmatic Dr X on 21 February, 2022, 11:32:23 AM
I dreamt last night that Russians were taking my family away Somewhere Bad on a train.

No idea what could have inspired that one.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 06 March, 2022, 07:19:46 AM

Last night...

Some time in the far future, seven colonies in a distant solar system (four on the moons of a gas giant and the rest on Earth-like planets) were under threat from a wandering black hole that was on course to plough through and knock the place about. Evacuation by starship was impossible due to the black hole and the numbers involved - so guess who they sent? Eight space wizards, of course (who else??), with me as their leader. Each wizard went to one of the colonies while I opened an interspatial magickal hyperspace portal which each wizard led their colony into.

A wild ride ensued, like taking a rollercoaster through a fireworks display during a hurricane made of incandescent Smarties. About half way to safety, something started following us - some roaring thing made of energy that was terrifying. But this turned out to be a good thing because, due to our speed and the numbers of colonists involved (tens of thousands), we'd become in danger of losing our way - but if we kept the screaming thing directly behind us we could use it as a marker to stay on course. At the end of the ride, the other seven wizards opened a door and led the colonists onto their new, safe world. Somebody, however, had to stay behind because a door so large could only be closed from this side.

I rushed to close the door before the screaming energy thing got there. It was close but I made it and then fled, going home by a different route. I had to go back to the now abandoned system we'd saved, traveling back in time, and slingshot around the black hole to come forward in time again and get home. Another wild ride, as anyone who's slingshotted around a black hole in interdimensional hyperspace will know, ensued. I lost the screaming energy thing at some point but it soon became apparent that I was absorbing so much energy myself that I was actuallybecoming the screaming energy thing, herding the seven wizards and the colonists (and my earlier self) towards safety.

I crashed out of hyperspace over the rescued colonists' new colony, which was roughly circular and divided into seven differently coloured slices like a pie chart, about a hundred years later. The wizards had suspected I'd return one day and so, in order to give me something to latch onto, they'd built an exact replica of my childhood village at the center of the new colony, so I headed for that.

At which point I found myself riding a motorcycle which was also a Ford Transit van and pulling up at a house on Smithy Corner to help somebody move house. Then I woke up.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 01 May, 2022, 06:52:20 AM

Last night I learned that if one glues three people together and sticks them to a dog, one can use the resulting agglomeration as a radio for talking to God. However, God doesn't like having to get out of the bath to answer the 'phone.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 11 September, 2022, 10:13:51 AM

Last night, John Wagner chased me from dream to dream, trying to give me a box of old Corgi toy Humvees and broken Tonka toys. I kept refusing because a) they were all knackered, b) I didn't want them and c) even if I did want them I'd have nowhere to put them. He was most insistent I take them, however, but not as insistent as his small black and grey terrier dog which kept shooting at me with a handgun every time I refused.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 11 September, 2022, 10:28:01 AM
Bloody hell. Now that's a dream and a half.

I've started to really listen to my dreams lately and see what's there to use.   I keep running out of money and losing important stuff while travelling in dreams, which I have done in reality many times so it preys on my mind.  So, I need to work on ways to be better with money and to stop losing shit.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 11 September, 2022, 10:36:40 AM

Some of those "dream interpretation" sites can be quite amusing. For example, some time ago I dreamed that I saw a black dog killing a rabbit - which turned out not to be a rabbit but an eagle. As far as I could make out (and as far as I remember), the rabbit represented my happiness, the eagle represented my dignity and the black dog represented a false friend.

I've stopped looking them up - unless one feels really significant, which they rarely do.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 11 September, 2022, 12:39:31 PM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 11 September, 2022, 10:36:40 AM

Some of those "dream interpretation" sites can be quite amusing. For example, some time ago I dreamed that I saw a black dog killing a rabbit - which turned out not to be a rabbit but an eagle. As far as I could make out (and as far as I remember), the rabbit represented my happiness, the eagle represented my dignity and the black dog represented a false friend.

I've stopped looking them up - unless one feels really significant, which they rarely do.

See, that kind of thing I just can't be doing with.   I just can't see how there can possibly be these obscure universal symbols in dreams, where a yellow gate means losing money for every single person who dreams it.   I made up the example but you know what I mean.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 11 September, 2022, 12:45:48 PM

I do know what you mean. Sometimes it just seems daft but blokes like Jung thought there was some kind of basic human imagery. I'm on the fence, to be honest.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 11 September, 2022, 02:54:02 PM
I'm not too well up on Jung and his archetypal images, I have to admit, but it's more the pop-psychology / pseudo-mystical dream books that I don't like.  I read this morning that J-Lo filtered out auditions for dancers by sending home all Virgos after their day's auditioning, which is absolutely appalling in my opinion.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: M.I.K. on 11 September, 2022, 04:11:53 PM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 11 September, 2022, 10:36:40 AM

Some of those "dream interpretation" sites can be quite amusing. For example, some time ago I dreamed that I saw a black dog killing a rabbit - which turned out not to be a rabbit but an eagle. As far as I could make out (and as far as I remember), the rabbit represented my happiness, the eagle represented my dignity and the black dog represented a false friend.

I've stopped looking them up - unless one feels really significant, which they rarely do.

A false friend? The black dog thread is right flippin' there! (points)

Also, rabbits = ancient symbol of fertility and eagle = symbol of power and/or freedom.

So an alternative interpretation would be that depression was destroying your libido and strength and preventing you from getting what you wanted, but aye... universal symbols are not always universal.

I dont doubt that folk's subconsciouses can sometimes warp things into symbols personal to the individual, but any meaning or advice derived from an accurate interpretation would also only be something the individual is trying to tell themself and said advice might end up being terrible anyway, (unless you subscribe to Jung's ideas about the collective unconscious - but that's a whole other kettle of symbolic fish).
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 11 September, 2022, 04:55:26 PM
Quote from: M.I.K. on 11 September, 2022, 04:11:53 PM

A false friend? The black dog thread is right flippin' there! (points)


Now that's a bit more accurate-sounding in my book.  Every time we look at this board we're reminded that the black dog is a symbol of depression.

On the other hand, Sharky may have just seen an aggressive black dog earlier that day.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 11 September, 2022, 06:38:54 PM

The black dog in question was actually a big, fat, soft, happy, lovable Labrador that used to live next door to me when I was a youngling. There wasn't a fearsome bone in his body.

Whether it meant anything or not, I don't know - but I certainly haven't noticed any false friends trying to kill my freedom or libido.

There's an NHS therapist living on site and he's just asked me to participate in "clay therapy" because he's just learning about it and wanted to practice on me. I've literally just got back from that before typing this. Basically, it's a wooden box about 20cm deep and maybe half a meter square filled with clay, and the idea is to shut one's eyes and just squish about with it. The result was, predictably, a bit of a mess and quite enjoyable. When it was over, he explained bits of it to me and one part of the explanation was that different areas of the clay box represented different parts of the human psyche. I was skeptical but several of the random things I made seemed to fit well with what each area represented - but it might just as well have been imposing meanings on meaningless shapes... although I was quite discombobulated to discern a vagina in the "female sexuality" field and a man standing in a hole in the "birth and death" field, whilst the "religion" field remained virtually untouched.

There may be something to it, but then maybe it's all just random nonsense presenting as meaningful with hindsight. As I say, I'm on the fence.

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 11 September, 2022, 07:36:01 PM
Quote from: The Legendary Shark on 11 September, 2022, 06:38:54 PMI was skeptical but several of the random things I made seemed to fit well with what each area represented - but it might just as well have been imposing meanings on meaningless shapes...

Hmmm... I'm a bit cynical about this kind of thing, having tried a few different types of therapy myself.  I remember a therapist telling me to act as if I was some kind of chrysalis opening to be a butterfly or something.  I did it, felt ridiculous and gave her a bit of a bollocking for getting me to do something so foolish and ineffective.

17 years later, and knowing a wee bit more about psychotherapy, I haven't changed my mind one bit -  my only regret is not being able to articulate exactly what was so silly about it, which I could do now.

EDIT - Apologies - I'm a couple of pints down and am mentally blending this thread and the Black Dog one mentioned above
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 11 September, 2022, 07:53:15 PM

Nothing wrong with being blended ;-)

Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 11 September, 2022, 10:05:02 PM
True enough. :)
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 13 September, 2022, 07:43:35 AM

Last night, I was on the Moon with another guy, exploring in a fairly futuristic pressurised rover. The other guy spotted a cave he was excited about (he was a geologist, I was just a driver). He said that the rock didn't look lunar and the cave displayed all the hallmarks of being created by water, which was impossible. So we suited up and stepped out to explore.

Inside, the cave expanded into a modest cavern with an easy to climb ridge cutting across it. We climbed. At the top, we found the other side had been piled high with ancient, mostly split, bags of rock salt (the kind used on roads in frosty weather). At the base of this pile was an old bulldozer, all rusty and neglected, that obviously hadn't moved in decades. There was also another entrance, through which shone the unmistakable glow of daylight. We scrambled down the pile of rotting bags and found there was an atmosphere, so we ditched our suits and headed out into the daylight.

Outside this cave was a pine forest and, running past the cave, a fast river. We tried to make our way along the narrow bank of the river but it was thin and slippery and we soon fell in to be propelled at speed in the rushing water. The ride was cold and disorienting, and I got only fleeting glimpses of a bridge, trees, and a few buildings as we were ducked and swept along. Eventually we fetched up in a swirling pool on the other side of the river where a large concrete pipe sucked us up and deposited us into a pool inside a factory of some kind.

We exited the pool and started searching the factory, which seemed to be mostly automated and doing something we couldn't fathom. Eventually, we found two large Russians who wanted to arrest us until we convinced them that we'd discovered a short cut to the Moon, a short cut that would allow Lunar exploration at a fraction of the cost of all that tedious and dangerous mucking about with rockets. After a brief argument, they agreed to follow us back to check out our story and promised to shoot us only if we were lying.

When we got back to the pool in which we'd been deposited, the two big Russians seemed confused and said they didn't know of any way to bypass the pipe, so they radioed for scuba gear which arrived in a dream-logic instant. We struggled down the pipe, against the flow of water, back into the swirling pool at the edge of the river, and pulled ourselves out. The Russians looked around and were confused but didn't admit to anything. On the other side of the river was a small town that didn't look Russian and, beside one of the buildings, a strange aircraft (a bit like the drop ship from Aliens but more advanced) was hovering vertically, its nose pointed to the sky. As we watched, it rose effortlessly into the air, leveled out and then zoomed away.

We followed the river to the bridge, crossed it and then made our way carefully along the narrow bank until we found the cave. Inside, we spotted a door that had been hidden by the old bulldozer and opened it. On the other side was a vast, bright factory in which submarine-like, white starships were being built. The place was fantastic, like something out of modern Star Trek, and vast. It went on seemingly forever in all directions. A group of security guards spotted us and started shooting, so we ran back to the door and into the cave where the bulldozer was. We barricaded the door but it obviously wasn't going to hold them for long.

The geologist and I put on our space suits. Tha plan was to wrap the Russians tightly in the split rock salt bags with their aqualungs inside and make a dash for our Lunar rover. They'd suffer, but the distance was small and there was every chance they'd make it. We carried their cocooned bodies up the slippery slope of rock salt. The door behind the rotting bulldozer blasted open...

Then I bloody well woke up. I hope we made it...
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 01 October, 2022, 02:45:06 PM
Me, I've had lots of Walking Dead dreams, but this time I was in the Terminator apocalypse.  I started off in a massive field littered in skulls as far as the eye could see, and was standing nearby the two gigantic decommissioned robotic lorries that had deposited them there (the field being a kind of Skynet rubbish dump for human heads, I suppose).

Me and a group of survivors managed a terrifying journey through wrecked and corpse-strewn seaside towns to our makeshift village, where children were taking advantage of the adults' absence by playing out in the open where they could easily be spotted by the machines.  They were roundly dragged into our secret caves to be punished by a burly army type, who stuck duct tape to them and ripped hair off their skin to cause them pain.  Everyone silently agreed that it was nasty but the right thing to do, as it might save their lives in the future.

Good times.  I blame whiskey, chocolate and war anxiety.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 23 October, 2022, 10:06:37 AM
Well feck me pink if I haven't just discovered Rakka on Netflix, which pretty much was the film of the dream in the aforementioned post.
Aliens instead of Skynet, of course, but I even had the bad guys altering human brains with mechanical parts. If only my waking mind was so creative.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: The Legendary Shark on 12 April, 2023, 07:38:01 AM
Last night, an alien knocked on my door and politely invited me aboard its hypercraft - which was disguised as a bucket. The alien, which had no real form and presented as a kind of mash-up of everything, explained that they weren't doing abductions any more since it was pointed out to them by Albert Einstein that this kind of thing was very impolite. I climbed into the bucket after it/him/her/them and found myself in something like Carl Sagan's 'spaceship of the mind' from Cosmos.

In the middle of the structure was a waist-high white plinth with a glowing, vibrating, undulating yet roughly circular ribbon of energy roiling above it. This, the alien explained, was a superstring, the fundamental essence of the universe. I said that this was pretty cool, but why show me?

"Look at it," the alien said, so I looked. As the superstring vibrated, bits of it constantly disappeared from view and then came back again. This, the alien explained, was bits of the superstring vibrating into other dimensions. When the bits reappeared, they released small bubbles of spacetime, dragging them out of the tiny dimensions like droplets of water splashed about. The alien said that this was the driving force behind the expansion of the universe and the origin of time, which doesn't flow but expands, just like space, and also the source of all consciousness. "There is no dark matter," the alien said, "what you mistake for that is this."

The alien then extended its hand/paw/tentacle/claw and concentrated. The string ceased vibrating and suddenly a feeling of intense 'wrongness' flooded through me. It was really quite frightening and I begged the alien to stop, to let the string vibrate again. It did so and said, "We can do this to every superstring within the human body, if we wish."

I was appalled and terrified but it told me not to worry because they would never do this. "Then, why show me?"

"If we wanted to attack you, this is how we'd do it," it said (suddenly looking like Victor Meldrew). "You'd all instantly fall dead, with everything else left unaffected. We wouldn't use lasers or bombs or any of that overly destructive sci-fi crap, and you wouldn't see a single UFO in the skies, either. You'd just be dead. Instantly," it concluded significantly. I demanded to know why it was threatening me and it sighed, like someone trying to train a puppy not to pee on the carpet. "It's not a threat, it's a warning," it said. "If you see fleets of UFOs blasting cities to rubble, it won't be us." I asked who it would be and the alien tapped the side of its nose/beak/snout/trunk and refused to say any more. Then it gave me an Airfix kit of the Death Star and kicked me out.

I found myself back in the 'real' world, with my foot stuck in a bucket, being chased back to the Sharkshed by two very angry Men in Black.

Then I woke up.
Title: Re: The Dream Warriors
Post by: JayzusB.Christ on 18 February, 2024, 10:10:37 PM
The cover of the latest prog has made me remember a dream I had when I was about 6 or 7. I don't remember many Marvel comics in the house at all but there must have been some, because I dreamed about Ghost Rider, a character I know virtually nothing about. Instead of a flaming skull, iirc the rider was headless but there was a living human face on the front of the bike, which I found far scarier.

I also remember around the same time dreaming of a comic about two superheroes called Man Eye (a man with an eye logo on his costume) and the Centaur (exactly that).

I think, in hindsight, my brother had been banned from buying 2000ad at the time, hence the poorer substitutes littered about our bedroom. Thankfully Dredd was soon back on the scene and my dreams upped their game accordingly.