Dream Thread 2020

Discussion in 'The Green Room' started by Forbin, Apr 13, 2020.

  1. tafkats

    tafkats That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, bingo! Moderator

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    I was really confused and was about to reply asking if you had un-retired before I realized which thread this was.
  2. Lanzman

    Lanzman Vast, Cool and Unsympathetic Formerly Important

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    Last night had a dream about sleeping in a bed that was outside, across the street from the house where my parents used to live. I was waiting for a bus and having a nap while I waited. It was also snowing or sleeting, and I was thinking that if I was in a tent I could hear the stuff hitting it. I was comfortable under my covers, tho, shielded from the weather.
  3. Forbin

    Forbin Do you feel fluffy, punk?

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    This one starts out at a work lunch at a restaurant, that seemed to be training for an active shooter situation. We were in a large open dining room. A couple of employees were acting as shooters with water pistols. I was bored. I dropped my antacid tablet and it rolled away under the tables. Damn.

    Time to leave, so everyone did. I almost forgot a thick book on my chair, which had a bookmark sticking out. The book was full of work I had yet to do, but I wasn't even sure if I was still on that project, or even had time to do it. I put my sunglasses on to leave, but one earpiece was broken off. Ouch. There were a couple of small kiosks of sunglasses for sale at the checkout counter, but I didn't like any of them. Outside, a HUGE truck drove by with a small child riding on the front bumper, laughing happily.

    A little girl of about 3 or 4 tapped me on the leg then. "May daddy's in the bathroom. Can you watch me until he comes out?"
    I knelt down to talk to her eye-to-eye. "Well okay, but you really shouldn't just talk to strange men in restaurants!"
    "I shouldn't?"
    "No, you should ask the nice lady at the counter for help."
    The woman at the register smiled and held out her hand, and the little girl went to her. Whew!

    Everyone else had left to go back to work, so I had no ride. So I started walking. I get this horrible thing in dreams sometimes where I try to walk, but just can't. The leg muscles don't work, physics, changes, I'm in mud, something. So that was happening, and I was clearly late, and work was halfway across town. In fact, it was across a small river with no bridge. I went down the embankment to the shore, and heard many people just going about their business upstream. Some body was talking to a guy named Bob. I yelled "Hey Bob! Fuck you!"

    Going back to the top of the embankment, there was an office building spread out along the edge. If I could get thru that, there was a way across the river. I finally came to an exterior elevator, and stepped in. I got our a few floors down, got my bearing relative to the elevator, and knew I had to go away from it to cross the river. There was a long corridor paralleling the river, with side hallways with numbered doors. Down the main corridor was a woman with a clipboard staring at me. She knew I didn't belong there, so I tried to avoid her.

    Suddenly I came to a foyer. The main door opened, and Barbara, an exec admin from work, came in. She was wearing a gray Hijab, which didn't really make sense since she was a tall Irish woman with blazing red hair, fair skin and freckles. But I dove for the door before it could close. A security woman got in my way and slammed the door to keep me in so she could write me up for being in the wrong business. She said "Why just the men today??" I guess I wasn't the only one trying to get thru. I said "Because everyone else left (the restaurant) without us!" She began writing me up and I said "Look, fine me, ban me from ever coming in here again, but PLEASE, just let me out so I can get back to work on time!!"
  4. Forbin

    Forbin Do you feel fluffy, punk?

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    A fragmented dream that had me walking in some nice open fields, then exploring a historical house decorated beautifully with polished an glossy-stained woods of various tones, and with many secret passages and hidden spiral stairs. I was coming down one such beautiful wooden stair, carrying a revolutionary war musket to blend in with the period. In the room below was a reenactor with another musket. He pointed it at me, playacting a guard. Well the damn things are 5 feet long, so I just pushed the muzzle aside with one hand, stepped inside its reach, put the muzzle of my musket in his belly, smiled and waggled my eyebrows like Groucho. So there! :unsure:
  5. oldfella1962

    oldfella1962 high speed, low drag

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    David Lynch is trying to reach you about working on a movie together, but he's a bit hesitant because your dreams may be a bit too weird for his tastes.
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