Hardcore Dreamin'
 

So I had this amazing dream last night where I was on vacation in some foreign land where the Olympics were taking place. While there I stumbled upon a meeting and heard the Olympic Committee planning to fix the women's weightlifting events. Being the guy I am, I vowed to stop them at all costs.

... then they sent female body builders to my hotel to assassinate me and stuff got weird. There was a car chase and some other junk. Eventually, I evaded capture and made my way to the Olympic arena where I saved an ambassador from being assassinated and used that good will to stop the Olympic committee.

So, yeah.

I know we had a dream thread a while ago and I think it's about time we get another one going because I can't be the only guy having awesome dreams lately.

I once had a dream that the audio on my computer started working again (it'd been out for around a month), and then I got up, and the dream inspired me to start working on it again and I presses some things and plugged in my headphones and it magically worked again.

As a kid I used to have recurring dreams of battling an invisible cowboy.

Damn you Bard, you just got that Rhinestone Cowboy song stuck in my head!

My dreams usually involve reliving the most humiliating moments of my life again, with perfect clarity.

Dreams suck. Looking for a way to prevent them that don't involve all-nighters.

If he was invisible... how did you know he was a cowboy?

Because those are just the sort of things I came there knowing. Also I think there was a good cowboy who was visible, so yeah.

I had a dream that starred Nathan Fillion last night.

Don't remember anything about it though, other than that.

Are you sure he wasn't a swordsman?

Years ago I got to thinking. "Vampires, werewolves, and zombies all spread the virus from biting... what happens if they start biting each other?"

take a wild guess what was laying siege to my school that night?

I tend to remember too many details in my dreams for some reason, but it just makes them that more hardcore. For example:

I once dreamt I was at a specific metro station in the Montreal subway system and that I was working out on an exercise bike right on the dock where the trains pass. A bunch of Mexicans wearing tuxedos are walking around me, minding their own business, when one of them approaches me, holding a brown bag and telling me that I must ''Collect the money from the clients that are using the metro service by going on the tracks and through the tunnels to find them and collect from them''. So, I get off my bike, take the bag and climb down on the rails, with the fear of being electrocuted in mind. I make my way through the first tunnel and meet up with a few people. Except these people are like...mannequins/zombies. They don't move but make weird sounds and their clothes look decomposed. I approach one cautiously and I ask him if he would like to give his share for using the metro system...and he does. Takes out 2,50$ from his wallet and puts it in my bag. I keep going along, meeting with these zombie/mannequin people just standing in the middle of electrified train tracks until my bag is chock-full of coins. I arrive at a dead end. The Mexican in a tux from the beginning is waiting for me at this dead end. He takes the bag from me, weighs it, takes a look at me and says: ''Well done, you can keep this now''. I was about to say that this isn't my money, this is the Metro's money, I cannot take it, when Gregory Charles (some random Quebec star/singer/actor that none of you have heard about) comes out from behind me and starts violently yelling at the Mexican tux guy, and then starts beating the crap out of him with an iPod until he's dead. I get angry, take the iPod out of Gregory Charles' hands and start beating him up with it, until I wake up.

>_>

I was like 8 or 10 so it was probably just a cowboy.

The weird part was that I was never really into cowboys. Like, no more than I was pirates or Dragonball or wizards.

I played Deus Ex: Human Revolution for 16 hours and then I had a Deux Ex: Human Revolution dream.

I think it might be prophetic.

I don't remember my dreams very much but usually they are ether stories of epic proportion(the virus story i don't feel like retyping for yall and many of my various story and game ideas have come from here), Seeing my actions of the day through different people's eyes, or a re-imagining of my day in a cartoony artstyle that i have been inspired to duplicate for years.

No you don't.

No, seriously. You don't.

You don't have dreams of the future.

Although, perhaps my Deus Ex dream was of the future as well. I mean, how did my brain predict so accurately that I would wake up and play Deus Ex more?

I've recently hit the point where I've played enough video games that my dreams occasionally form video game-esque environments where awesome shit happens and then I wake up and have stuff I can't be late for.

Oddly enough, none of them had any RPG elements whatsoever (no stats or levelups or any of that nonsense).

You can't tell me that's not awesome.
 

Oh man, last night I had this awesome dream that was basically Doctor Who and the Robo-Zombie-Soldiers from Beyond Time and it was really quite exciting and surprisingly coherent for a dream...but then my internet hiccuped and my first-draft reply (which had it all laid out in detail) got eaten.

It totally kicked so much ass, though. You guys don't even know.

I had a dream that I was going to read terrible posts on an internet forum.

And then I opened this thread.

BEHOLD THE UNCANNY POWERS OF THE THIRD EYE WITHIN

I had a week or so, where literally everything that I dreamed happened, exactly how I had dreamed it. To the point where I cut off a conversation and just said, "Look, you're about to say this exactly, I'll say this, you'll say this, I've done this already, sorry."

The one that stands out most was that I'd had a dream that a friend of mine who I'd lost contact with awhile ago was all, "Yo! Hey, I'm texting you, since I've still had your number!" That day, I woke up, turned on my phone, and got a text from them.

It won't let me rep you. :(

Man, that's so weird. This one time I dreamt a big angry green dude burst into my room and we fought but eventually he lifted me up and ripped me in half. Luckily, I possessed super regeneration and healed almost instantly and got away.

Then I woke up and it actually happened! For real!

I'm not saying it's not coincidence, but considering just how many dreams you have, and the fact that you could be unconsciously analyzing what you think will be happening/dreaming is thought to maybe be a way of processing information, it's actually not that unheard of that you might get some things right, when you're processing and trying to analyze what's going on.

Edit: In fact, this is now a theory that I have to explain all sorts of deja vu. I have just now patented it.