ChamucaRobota wrote:Today I had a funny dream, it all started with a french fry over a black background, suddenly a bowl of french fries appeared and I had a drooling view of it, something like this:

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And then, my hand (I guess it was mine) stretched forward with a ketchup bottle and slowly started to pour it deliciously over the french fries. And then I woke up.

You know, I'm used to have weird dreams all of the time but, this one reached a differrent level of madness.

It's that season of the year again where I have the sunrise alarm on.

So I was traveling up some creek, tagging along with someone vaguely like Balalaika from Black Lagoon, everything being dull and overcast; and then I turn around and look up, to see I'm in a greenhouse under bright blue skies, and I'm taking cuttings from some overgrown plant.

Were you in a boat, or were you gliding over the water?

An odd dream of mine, in the "something I'd like to do" category rather than a weird vision I had while sleeping:

As some of you know, I am a LEO. Specifically, I work for ICE, working to repatriate criminal aliens who have overstayed their welcome in the U.S. This is an armed position; our standard sidearm is a Sig Sauer P229, but we have a list of approved alternate weapons. One of these is the H&K USP. So, here's what I want to do:

I want to get a lefty version of Misato's shoulder holster (bonus points if I can get a Wille version instead). I want to use it with an H&K USP. I also want to get Kamikaze custom jacket, Wille edition. And I want to use all of this on duty. Because I can. The holster and weapon are approved for on duty use, and we can wear personal jackets when doing domestic or international escorts. So the notion of doing a Wille cosplay, on duty, with a legit JAF jacket and Nerv holster -- all of it officially sanctioned -- is a dream of mine.

The funny part? The hurdle isn't official approval. It isn't the jacket. It isn't the weapon. It's the damn holster. AFAICT it's only available in a right-handed version, and I don't think there's an option for a Wille logo. There's something terribly ironic about the fact I can get the government to go along with this insane fantasy (well, less that than the fact that all the pieces happen to fall under established guidelines) and all the items I need are actually available to me and yet the one stumbling block is the fact that I'm a freakin' southpaw.

Ah well. I can dream, anyway.

Nuclear Lunchbox wrote:Were you in a boat, or were you gliding over the water?

There was some sort of wooden motor dinghy, which morphed into the greenhouse staging as the scene changed.

Bagheera wrote:So the notion of doing a Wille cosplay, on duty, with a legit JAF jacket and Nerv holster -- all of it officially sanctioned -- is a dream of mine.

At the very least, you can have the Wille Jacket-- unless you're of the opinion that it's not worth doing unless you have everything.

Nuclear Lunchbox wrote:At the very least, you can have the Wille Jacket-- unless you're of the opinion that it's not worth doing unless you have everything.

I don't think I can get the jacket, actually; I'm 6'1" with an average frame, but even with my recent weight loss (leaving me only 15-20 lbs over my ideal weight) there's no way the biggest jacket will fit me. if I'm reading them right those measurements would translate to about a medium in the U.S.

On the upside, this saves me $600 or so, so there's that.

If they only translate to a medium, then I doubt that even I could fit into it. Granted, I'm about three inches shorter than you are, but I'm pretty stocky.

Check the link. They have sizing information if you scroll down a bit.

That jacket looks totally awesome, and I would love to buy it-- but those measurements just won't fit me.

I feel like there should be a Real American Genius commercial about this topic.

We salute you, Mr. Cosplaying-While-On-Duty-Law-Enforcement-Officer.

Mr. Cosplaying-While-On-Duty-Law-Enforcement-Officer!

I think I'm going to write one when I get home.

Nuclear Lunchbox wrote:That jacket looks totally awesome, and I would love to buy it-- but those measurements just won't fit me.

I think I'm actually going to take better measurements of myself-- somehow I doubt that none of those sizes would fit me (although it has happened before.)

I've always wanted to lucid dream, to manipulate reality to my whims as though I were God. But I could never get that "technique" to work for me. Lay perfectly still on your back with arms and legs straight. Lay down, close your eyes and try to sleep. I hear these disturbing noises and then I think "No, I'm not gonna do this." Is it even real? I started to doubt it and just stopped trying.

On one occasion where I went to sleep like I normally do, I realized I was dreaming. Normally when that happens I wake up soon afterwards. But this lasted long enough for me to try to control my reality-within-reality. First idea that I came up with was to fly. So I jumped as high as I could. I actually floated above the ground, slowly gaining altitude. As I flew up I discovered that the area I was in was like in an old video game stage. The area that I could walk on was closed off from the outside with walls. As I floated above the walls I discovered it was the only thing in existence. The rest was just pitch black darkness, with a single, small area for me to exist in, and I was flying away from it, very slowly. I couldn't do anything else, that was the only action I could perform. So disappointing.

It was like Free Camera mode when spectating, for those of you who've played Counter-Strike 1.6, but the background was just darkness instead of some image of the sky.

Gob Hobblin wrote:I feel like there should be a Real American Genius commercial about this topic.

We salute you, Mr. Cosplaying-While-On-Duty-Law-Enforcement-Officer.

Mr. Cosplaying-While-On-Duty-Law-Enforcement-Officer!

I think I'm going to write one when I get home.

Send an Email to Vic Mignogna and make a request!

Gob: I'm waiting . . .

StarShaper7 wrote:Dreamed that I was murdered by a spree shooter.

I've had one of those. It was one where I'm in a school cafeteria modeled after the one I remember from high school, with the Obamas eating in the same cafeteria because politics and photo-ops. An announcement alerts us to an intruder in the building. My instinct is to be away from the Obamas because they're probably the main targets, so I try to just be as much one of the crowd as possible to maximize my odds of not being noticed, but sure enough, after I get down to the floor on my knees with my face to the floor, I get shot through the left temple (without ever seeing the shooter) and think to myself, yep, this is it, I'm either dead or my life is never going to be the same -- huh, come I'm even still able to think? I don't even seem to be mentally damaged, I can still think just fi-- and then I realized it wasn't real and that I was waking up.

I believe that's only the second time in my life I've had a dream where I enter a state where I'm sure I'm going to die and a whole rush of feelings pass through me in a blink.

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Speaking of bad dreams, I had this one today when I woke up that really takes the cake as far as my recent history is concerned. In it, my mom returns from her extended stay of treatment (she's off at a residential treatment center right now, working through childhood issues over a 90-day period), and as soon as she returns she's already drunk. I can tell she's drunk but can't say anything about it until I catch her red-handed trying to conceal alcohol or alcohol consumption (the details are wacky and hard to remember let alone describe) and point it out to everyone around (my family). And so we start talking about what our next steps should be, and I suggest that because the religious 12-step approach clearly failed, we should try the secular SMART program.

It was actually kind of weird to wake up from that and gradually realize that Mom was not back yet and is still being treated off at that place that has me really worried about what kind and quality of treatment she's actually getting.

Also throughout the dream there was still that bizarre sense of how manufactured of a problem it really was. There was a part, I don't remember its place in the sequence (before or after I catch her red-handed), where I see her dancing drunkenly to music (with lights and everything) with a drink in her hand (something I've never actually seen and which, from her habits that have been revealed, I know to have likely never happened) and I stop myself from saying anything or trying to point it out because it's not my place to control her life and my reaction is a lot more about me and about me reacting to societal expectations for how I should feel about the situation, and to the reaction of the rest of my family whose emotional state often controls my own.

My dreams are hardly ever mysterious to me -- and this is yet another one of those where it's pretty clear to me what my psyche is working out. But God do I hate it. Why can't sleep be an escape from my long-standing neuroses instead of a magnification of them?

Dying in dreams is really shitty, So far I've been shot, stabbed, impaled, and killed via blunt-force trauma i.e. being in something moving really fast and crashing into something. None of them are fun. Obviously.

At this point, anything bad that happens in my dreams don't come across as 'nightmares' to me anymore. In fact, I find dreams interesting the more tragic they are or ones that involve me dying in some manner. I just like the appealing exhilarating atmospheres those dreams offer.
And no, I'm not really into violence or some psychotic that likes seeing tragic things happen in real life (those are the real nightmares IMO), but since my nightly 'movies' aren't real, I don't mind embracing it.

Nuclear Lunchbox wrote:Dying in dreams is really shitty, So far I've been shot, stabbed, impaled, and killed via blunt-force trauma i.e. being in something moving really fast and crashing into something. None of them are fun. Obviously.

Once I killed myself in a dream by holding my breath.