I dreamed I was reviewing the Richard Dawkins cut of Basic Instinct. I was comparing the scenes and they made Sharon Stone more monstrous looking and yet the scenes focused more on her body.
I had a really long and intricate dream night before last, but all I can remember of it now is like a single still photograph of a group of brunette models standing on a dock or someplace with water in the background.
They weren't models though, they were doing stuff. I know they were. Plus there were other things going on.
I should just leave this thread open every night and when I have the rare dream that I can remember, quickly write it down.
I kept a pad and pencil by my bed at one time, so that when I woke in the night I could jot down my brilliant dream ideas that I would otherwise forget by morning. Unfortunately the jottings were usually illegible - and those I could read said things like "Electric onion system."
My dream this morning was really involved but I remember very little of it.
The punchline is that when witches die, they turn to stone. So when you see a bunch of witch bodies floating facedown in the ocean, they are merely unconscious. When they die (inevitably, given the facedown-in-the-ocean-ness of it all), you can tell the precise moment, because that is when they turn to stone and sink to the bottom.
I dreamt I was our Prime Minister, Boris. Sometimes I was him, and at other times I was one of his aides.
In the dream I woke up at Downing Street, but I'd overslept and most of the government had already left on an important trip to Ireland that I was supposed to be on. While my aides were hastily arranging some urgent catch-up travel to Ireland, a few of us top people went out for a brief walk around the square to wake up properly: we were still wearing our pyjamas because our clothes had all been shipped over to Ireland with the government party. London had apparently moved to the seaside, as we walked along the promenade by a sunny beach during our short walk.
Back inside Number Ten, we dressed in some ill-fitting cheap off-the-peg suits that an aide had quickly purchased for us. We were briefed by our press secretary who advised us that I'd mispronounced 'stripes' with two syllables, 'stry-pess', while giving a quick interview to the press during the pyjama walk (the pyjamas were striped), and I was now being mocked on social media as an upper class toff, unable to use the language of the common people.
Mister Data wandered off the hillside farm that was treed with deciduous trees, green in the middle of summer. He could be heard wailing like Blair Witch in the distance. Using a giant version of Geordie LaForge’s visor as a hand held sound collecting dish while out pacing the side of the hill at the edge of the trees it was discovered that one could only hear the wailing when it was directly behind you and you weren’t looking.
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I was walking down an alley and I mumbled 'slow penny' as an old man and his son passed me. They thought I was insulting them and started getting aggressive, but I pointed to some graffiti on the wall that said 'slow penny'. I said I was wondering what it meant and had just read it out loud. The son was convinced and calmed down the old man. A couple of large thuggish looking dudes came up and asked if I was making fun of the old guy. I rapidly tried to explain that I was just reading the graffiti and we were trying to figure out what it means. Then all 5 of us just stared at the wall and tried to figure out what 'slow penny' meant. In the end I said it was probably just someone's tag and slid away while they continued to stare at the wall and think about what it meant.
In my dream, I'd begun using Facebook again because some relatives wanted to use it for video chat during the lockdown (that part, and only that part, is true in real life). A friend from college found me on there and posted a 'Hi ceptimus!' message, to which I replied, 'Chudders, Chanders!'. Then my friend Bob posted and asked what the hell I meant by that?
I replied that the guy's nickname was Chanders, and that Chudders was a well-known friendly greeting used in India, and although I wasn't sure that Chanders came from India he would surely understand. Then I was worried that perhaps Chudders wasn't really a well-known greeting, and might be inappropriate or racist, so I Googled it to find out.
At that point, I was woken by my alarm clock, which is likely why I remembered the dream, and I was pondering on it while I was in the shower.
I have no idea who this Chanders guy is, or what Chanders is a nickname for (Chandrasekhar ?), although Bob is a real life friend. I'm also not sure that Chudders is a real greeting - I've a very vague suspicion that it might be, but that could just be from the dream. I was about to Google it in real life, but I thought I'd post about it in this dreams thread first.
I'm watching a taping of this show sort of like an Australian version of Unsolved Mysteries or something, hosted by a guy named Lance Flint, and it's set up like a podcast or an old TV show, where the host reads the commercials themselves and talks about how they like these products so much. So instead of regular commercials, he gets up and models his pants and then talks about some hair stuff.
But then, for a segment of the show, he is talking to another guy about an incident that happened on the show itself where a guy who worked there got sucked out of a window and was never seen again. They showed security footage, I think, of it happening where the guy is just standing there talking to other crew members, then suddenly there's like a big swoosh and he's gone.
Then, they replay it in slow motion, and it's a reenactment or something played like a joke. Like, they slow it waaaay down, and it shows the guy swooped up in the vortex, then doing all these wacky comedy things, like he takes a big hit off someone's joint they're smoking, and he does a handshake with a guy, and he says "Bye, Mom!" right before he gets sucked out the window, so I'm thinking, "OK, well this is just a joke, I guess, and the guy must be fine."
But then, they go to the swamp that sucks people into it (because Australia, I guess), and they have pictures of him and some calipers and stuff and there are all these decomposing bodies in the muck there, some more intact than others. And they compare them to the pictures and stuff they have, and they find the guy and pull his head up so everyone can see, open his mouth to check his dental work, take measurements, etc., and confirm it's him and show him up real close, then they toss him back into the swamp.
Was with a friend somewhere in “the States”, nominally Portland but with the endless suburbia it was probably North of Seattle. Friend stops van in a parking lot in to go get a thing. I get out and walk around the lot for a bit to stretch my legs. Friend is gone when I come back. He phones and says something about back in and hour or so. I yell at him for being an asshole. Start walking. Phone is stuck on a messaging act that isn’t allowing the keyboard to pop up. Nearly get mugged by some teenagers. Subsequently followed by them. It gradually gets dark. I consider knocking on a door but it’s 11:17 in the evening so that would be rude. My wallet’s missing. Some lingerie clad blond on a condo balcony hails me but I ignore her because I’m not 17 anymore and have clearly become Lloyd from Dumb and Dumber.
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Some extremist weirdos get stopped by authorities and the res of their group take surrender in such a way as to help their arrested comrades escape to the space ship they’re on and the lot of them flee and plunge the ship into the sun to some pretty gnarly 90s punk/metal I don’t recognize. Moshing may have been involved.
There was a lot more filler but as usual it started falling apart on awakening. The ship was kinda shaped like an icoceles trapezoid.
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a few years ago I had a dream it was vivid. I dreamt that I applied for a position in a childrens cardiac care unit. It was so real and in the dream I had the job. But later I didn't. Recently, the facility I am currently working had an onslaught of folks hired where I work, same place I had applied. I inquired about the position to those who'd worked in that hospital. They said yeah, they are opening a really cool unit. I applied and I had impeccable references and basically the job was mine, like in the dream. However the dream went on and it ended up I didn't get it. Well I had to decline because they couldn't pay me what I wanted. but it freaks me out that I had the dream that I had that job, but then I didn't. Weird.
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I was talking to my nonexistent relative Russell and the relative without a name and my parent’s dalmatian that died decades ago took off at a run so Russell and the other guy chased after on bikes. My brother rolled up on his bike so we doubled up on in typical dangerous fashion and went looking for the dog. Soon we were on the deserted loop belt freeway around the city and I got off the bike “Hey we’re looking for the dog.” But his TV show is on soon so he’s going to go watch it. I start jogging back. The sun’s still up but starting to go down. The view across the city is spectacular. But it’s about a 100m drop to the streets below. There’s a freeway turnoff a mile to the right. I start jogging. A huge robins egg blue convertible from the 60s drunkenly comes down the freeway ramp the wrong way so I grab hold of the railing on the ramp above and lift off for the car to slow crash into the guardrail below me. By the time the ambulance arrives another vehicle had crashed into the crashed car. Apparently I’m the EMT now. The drunk guy in the blue car and his girlfriend are stereotypes out of a CHiPs or Dukes of Hazzard episode. He’s yelling about something and I tell him do shut up or I’ll pour a jug of water on his cardboard box of 3.5” floppies. I start pouring water out of a juice pitcher, wake up, and go directly to the toilet for a piss.
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Last edited by Kamilah Hauptmann; 04-30-2020 at 07:58 PM.
So I logged into this morning to see 20+ spam posts from a bunch of new users who I'd authorised yesterday because they looked legit. All sorts of weirdness - one of them had managed to include a picture in the subject that displayed in the post list. Lots of the individual posts were very long so lots of the scrolling to get to the spamhammer button.
Yes, I was dreaming about . It's got that bad. Might also have been related to doing some work on web sites yesterday.
In typical dream style, I found myself going over the same tasks repeatedly - and the interface kept changing subtly which is totally unrealistic because the interace will never change again.
I had really bad back pain the night before last, so I took a hydrocodone and OMG the dreams!
I don't remember enough details to bother trying to explain any of the insane narrative, but it was all there. My mom, my bff, bey, Disneyland, all just insane shit that made no sense and was so confusing and weird.
I had a dream last night, one of my friend's ex husband was trying to break down her front door. I came up the driveway behind him with a knife, he swung around and I stabbed him in the face several times. He looked surprised, but didn't fight back or fall.
A section of his skull fell away including his temple and eye socket. I could see his grey, mushy brain and then started scooping it away with my knife onto the porch.
The rest of my dream was writing out a police report. Under Race: they had put in "White" and I was like, is that a race? Isn't that a colour? Then the cop said I had to fly to Tuscon with him for more interviews.
A section of his skull fell away including his temple and eye socket. I could see his grey, mushy brain and then started scooping it away with my knife onto the porch.
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this morning to see 20+ spam posts from a bunch of new users who I'd authorised yesterday because they looked legit. All sorts of weirdness - one of them had managed to include a picture in the subject that displayed in the post list. Lots of the individual posts were very long so lots of the scrolling to get to the spamhammer button. 
Possibly all the crouching for the lego build?
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