Dream Thread 2020

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  1. Forbin

    Forbin Do you feel fluffy, punk?

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    I had a friend who was such a horror movie fan that he dreamed entire original movies, credits and everything. :lol: The couple he remembered well enough to write down were pretty good!
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    oldfella1962 light & lethal

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    "At the end of the movie the song Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now plays" - FF

    I guess you're lucky that the dream turned into a nightmare towards the end rather than at the beginning.
    Side-note quite a few years ago Dio's Holy Diver was playing in a dream! :cool:
  3. Forbin

    Forbin Do you feel fluffy, punk?

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    Another work dream. We had to line up at the end of the day and wait to leave. I checked my former (and favorite) boss Linda's office, but she had left already. That made me responsible for getting the two office dachshunds under control to stand on line with us. Earlier that day, I'd had to rescue said dachshunds from a rural dirt road where they'd fallen off their bicycle, which had happened because they were trying to ride it while tied together at the waist.

    And I don't take drugs!
  4. Forbin

    Forbin Do you feel fluffy, punk?

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    Enough with the work dreams!
    There was nothing to do at work, so I set up the conference room monitor in a lunch room and plugged in a drive full of downloaded TV shows from the 80s. People thought they were terrible and started ridiculing me for liking them. So I went back to editing a Trek fan film. The boss walked out of the room shaking his head and saying "I pay him 84 bucks a week for this?"

    Meanwhile my wife had a dream that she was a teenager again, and murdered the kid next door to her old family home. She knew the police were on to her, so she went to dig up the shallow grave along their fence and move the body, but there was nothing there - no grave, no body - like it never happened!
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    84 bucks a week? :unsure: so....before or after taxes?
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    ed629 Morally Inept Banned

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    This one didn't make much sense.

    I was driving to work or something, and had to cross a railroad track. The traffic was backed up because the the train derailed. But when I got the track itself, instead of a train there was a submarine. Then a girl I dated about 8-9 years was in the passenger seat of the car. And she was asking why I never took her on a submarine ride. And that she always wanted to. I tried to tell her submarines normally don't travel on train tracks. She wanted to get out and take a closer look, but the entire submarine was about the size of a diesel train locomotive. We took a look, and then I remembered that there was a submarine yard nearby. So we went there to see if she could get a ride.

    We went to the train yard, and found I could buy one for about $4000. It seemed like a good price so I bought it. The guy that sold it to us then backed it down the track into the water. We then got in it, and it only had one deck. The front was the control room, the middle part had the living area, and it was a lot like a boat, it had a kitchen/dining area, a small living area, and a bedroom with a bathroom. At the back was a door that led to where the engine room was. You had to go down some stairs, and the engine room had a part where you could stand to access some of the engine(s), and the rest was half height.

    We thought it was pretty cool, so we took it for drive or would be a dive? Anyway after some time we were tired and decided to get some sleep. Then I woke up, but instead of the girl the dream started with , it was a girl I dated some 20 years ago. I looked at her, and was about to ask why she was there and to tell her that her tits still looked the same, but that's when the alarm went off.
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    oldfella1962 light & lethal

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    "and she was asking why I never took her on a submarine ride" - :shock: Joe Biden would have loved this dream!
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    I have a lot of dreams that have songs in them.
  9. Forbin

    Forbin Do you feel fluffy, punk?

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    Actually, that's what I made at my first job in 1974, so I guess my brain was referring to that.
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    all I know is you guys have been blowing me out of the water with your awesome dreams in this thread. I used to have great ones, but lately they have been frequent, but very mundane and forgettable.
    Hell I'd even take a scary nightmare right about now just to spice things up.
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    Woke up from a nap and She Said by the Beatles was in my dream.
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    Forbin Do you feel fluffy, punk?

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    A short dream just before waking that I was producing a Wonder Woman movie with my wife in the lead.
    She really is, ya know. :wub:
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    I had an Inception type dream. The dream was I was in a small town where I was in some sort of building where there was a hostage situation going on and I was part of the group holding people hostage. It was a robbery gone wrong. The police were pounding on the door demanding that we surrender. I was negotiating with the police trying to get a deal that allow my people to get lessor charges. They agreed to the charges and we let everyone go. We got taken to a small jail where the police were processing us. I was sitting with some friends in some room that looked like a cabin I used to stay in at summer camp in the boy Scouts. We were sitting and drinking beer and listening to music when a cop came up to me and charged me with disturbing the peace or something like that. I was about to be taken somewhere when all of the sudden the Delorian from Back to the Future flew up and a friend of mine yelled at me to jump in. I did and we flew off and jumped back in time so that I could redo the events in a way so that I wouldn't get caught. This created a kind of time loop where I had to do things over again and again. It was sort of like Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure where I had to set up things for my other self to find and eventually it worked. I then woke up from the dream to find myself in the same little town, with the same group of friends, but instead I was telling them about this weird time travel dream. I proceeded to explain everything that happened in the dream with much more detail than I am now. Then I woke up for real. So basically I had a dream about having a dream.
  14. Forbin

    Forbin Do you feel fluffy, punk?

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    Long spell of not remember :(

    Work dream:
    I'd been seconded to a lady manager I'd never met. I was in a real office with a door. I had some work on my drawing board, but what I had to get done first was to properly assembly a toy or model kit of a Mauser pistol. I was trying to jam some parts together, pushing down against the floor, but the ammo (which seemed to be a clip of white soft plastic capsules) kept falling out.
    The manager suddenly showed up at my door - 30-something woman with short Joyce DeWitt hair - with her coat on and said "Aren't you going home?" I looked up at the clock and it was 10 after 5! Yeah, I guess I should finish the Mauser first, then I'll go.

    Last night: My wife and I were out for a walk, and we stopped in a driveway to talk to young 30-ish Marlon Brando. My wife (for some reason dressed all in white, and with her 80s perm hairdo), was doing lines from his films to him, and saying how much she liked him. He turned to me and said, "Sir, excuse me, but I understand you think I took something from you?" I didn't know what he meant, but I gestured toward my wife and said "What else could I need but her?" Brando agreed, then leered at my wife and said something suggestive. My wife took it as a friendly jibe, and made a "Pfft!" noise at Brando while making "shoo!" gestures with both hands.

    Work dream from a couple of months ago, shortly after retiring:
    BTWbackground: I really hated my last boss. Real jerk, no sense of humor, slave driver, no concept of scheduling. I think he didn't like me because I didn't want to work without pause for 9 solid hours a day plus whatever extra 5 a day hours he wanted to finish the work he didn't know how to schedule better. He definitely rode me harder than anyone else there. My retiring left him with one very talented and experienced graphics guy, and one young, talented general worker who could do graphics well, but had many other duties.
    The dream: The boss comes to me with a 3" thick book. It's a manuscript for a proposal. He thumbs thru it, saying all the art has to be redrawn (not an exaggeration of real life, except the proposals were usually under 200 pages). Each and every page had five illustrations stacked. It looked like a series of cutaway views of a P-47 Thunderbolt, with each drawing being a progression building up interior details. I had the usual panic reaction that it would take billions of hours of OT and looked at him with my usual deer-in-the-headlights look. He gritted his teeth, looked down his nose (btw, for a visual, he looked like Ron Howard's father Rance Howard), and said to me, spitting thru his teeth as he seethed, "I. Need. THREE. Working. Artists."
    I really didn't like that guy.