I had this dream last night where Jontron returned to game grumps only to punch Egoraptor and his Wife

Best dream. Because seriously, fuck Arin.

I had an unusual dream - I can't remember much of anything from it, but I do know it had a different feel to it, that it had to have been noteworthy, and it may have been lucid. I only now two things for certain:

*Rei appeared - briefly, levitating, and in no relative context*, but she was there, plugsuit and all. I believe her appearance triggered my lucidity, because even within a dream's augmented suspension of disbelief, I know she doesn't physically exist in that fashion. This is probably the first time she has appeared in my dreams in years, and the first time I actively recall triggering lucidity (I've defied reality in a dream before, but not because I was lucid - see "augmented suspension of disbelief").

*I couldn't move for a very short time after I woke up from this dream, panicking because my body felt entirely wrong. After managing a quite-delayed jolt, I went back to sleep and presumably had a normal, unmemorable dream before getting up for the day.

*For those of you who are you're drawing conclusions, no, it wasn't a wet dream.

Last night I dreamed I paid $8 for a candy bar. I didn't even get to eat it.

I had strange dream about have Pokemon battle in the Pokemon game where the Pokemon scratched each other and got sliced into meat for some reason.

Had this dream last night, this is just a copy-paste from another forum I post on:

It was one of those dreams where I was just viewing stuff as an observer.

There was a black steam locomotive flying over a desert planet (might have been the Galaxy Express 999 from the anime of the same name) and then a bunch of giant worm creatures started attacking the train and destroying the passenger cars and people started falling out of them onto the planet below. The attacks continued for probably around 5 minutes (in dream time) and then the train managed to get away.

Then on the surface, there was about 30 or so people on the ground, none of them were dead. (Even though they just fell out of a train that was several hundred feet in the air) But there was plants and stuff for them to eat, so they all started eating them as they tried to build shelters and stuff.

But as the people kept eating these plants, they started turning into the worm creatures and the eventually, they were all practically the worm creatures, only still with human faces.

Then the whistle of a train came and one of them ate this white mushroom which completely turned them into a worm creature and everyone else started eating them too and once the train (the same train as in the beginning) appeared into view, they all began to attack it.

Then I woke up and went potty.

Dreamed I was playing a 3D platformer that, for one moment, became a free roaming horror game involving a voiceover slowly getting louder and louder as you get stuck in a room.

I honestly scared myself.

I dreamt I was being held up in a liquor store by rednecks, they didn't kill anyone they just held us at gunpoint giving us a lecture about the Confederate flag.

Me and Big Boss had to save Paz and Gabourey Sidibe from Guantanamo, but the guards were all Cthulhu worshipers and mutated into all sorts of tentacle monstrosities. I was going for a no kills run, and ran out of tranq bullets, and I couldn't lift Gabourey Sidibe because she was so fat.

So it was moving day in the dream, and while we were moving the kids who live next door to me started setting the lawn on fire and stomping on our roses (we don't have roses in real life). I shouted at them and tried to stop them, but this guy tackled me and it was my mom's ex boyfriend. He started hitting me a lot and I was sent to my room.


I feel like the reason why I had this dream is because the kids next door to me are actually this cruel, and the ex bf thing is probably my deepest fears creeping up on me again. I got depressed when I woke up.

So, more sleep, more dreams - I'm just disappointed I can't remember them for long after I wake up.

Weird ass dream that I can't really remember.

All I know is that murderous hillbillies clad in death metal bondage gear were involved and I ended up dying after a bullet shot through the nape of my neck and got lodged in my upper back.

My recent dream involved the fact that I haven't played Animal Crossing in 2 months because I basically beat the game, as in I have a perfect town. Well in this dream, I physically visited my town, and it was covered in a desert wasteland. Only two houses stood still, and one was inhabited by a skeleton (not Lucky the Dog, for those of you who play). I then tried to attract villagers by making a chao garden. Yes, the chaos from Sonic the Hedgehog. I don't remember what happens after that, but I have a tendency to do dream crossovers like that.

My dreams very consistently involve extreme forms of escapism recently, every single one is me starting in my room then somehow throwing away any ties i have to this world and going to another more fantasy themed world, in some i become a sorceress, in others a brawler, in many an adventuring swordswoman, and i have so much fun but then i wake up and reality feels so much less colourful.

I would give so much to actually be in those worlds and do those things but that isn't happening and oddly even though i know it shouldn't its making me depressed.

^ I often had dreams like that, maybe up until my early teens. I would resist waking up when I realized it wasn't real.

But now it seems like my subconscious is fixated on my death.

At least, that's what most of the recent dreams I can remember lead me to believe.

I dreamt Berserk had a happy ending. It made sense in my dream, but then I woke up and can't remember a thing about what led to said happy ending.

I dreamed I murdered 18 people (against my will, mind you) by individually throwing each of them off extremely high places. Eventually I was arrested and placed in jail, where I discovered that my cellmate was Christopher Walken. We were planning an elaborate escape when I woke up.

I just dreamt that I was hanging out at my aunt's (it actually bore very little resemblance to my aunt's place, but my cousin was there, so whatever), and... John DeLancie was there. Apparently living there. He mentioned something about divorcing his wife, so I guess that means he was going to marry my aunt? Not that the dream bothered addressing what had happened to my uncle. Anyway, Mr. DeLancie was very chill and funny. 9/10, would have him in a dream again.

I was with the British Army defending some cafe-type building against Zulu and Ottoman warriors in Constantinople or something. The dream started like I was watching a movie before it transitioned into me being one of the soldiers. It was pretty badass.

Okay. So.

I'm in glorious Nihon, in some sort of... open-air tennis court in the middle of an apartment complex. Above there's a dome, but only parts have metal... scythes, it's largely glass. Anyway, I'm pontificating about the way old Zoo Tycoon 2 expansion packs were pitched and divided into discs, and then I'm wondering if the way the sun is passing overhead, considerably to the side (it's winter), indicates that Sun-worship is the true religion. I conclude no, since the devil could have made the seasons after the Fall or something.

So I start seeing a bunch of Japanese schoolgirls- much too young for me- in the hallways around the court. For whatever reason I decided to go walk around the place, I guess trying to find a more attractive one. But I keep on bumping into them, and I need to say something. But is it "gomen"? "gomen nasai"? I remember reading that "gomen" is rather informal, should I be saying "gomenmasu"? That can't be right. Should I risk sounding like a polite idiot, or a rude literate? I don't know! And then I reach the top of an escalator and I bump into another girl.

It's... Senjougahara! Well, no, since Senjougahara is a fictional character. It's a girl cosplaying as her. She's pretty. I mumble something in moonspeak but it quickly is made apparent that, er, no, she speaks English and she's an American too, come for the same convention that I have. She's with her friends, but she invites me to visit her booth, and walks off. I'm about to follow her.

Suddenly I'm with my parents, and my mother and father are in some argument about the convention. She tells him that I'm not going to the convention since I actually like anime, but for another reason. My father is absolutely aghast at the implication, exclaiming that I'm a good person who'd never have such motives. I'm not so sure.* Then the conversation turns to Senjougahara, and my mother's going on about how I can't just flirt with cosplayers.

Then she has my father push me down all the escalators until we reach the very lowest of the Americans arriving to the convention, namely furries and Star Wars fags.

And this is really depressing because I want to go find Senjougahara again but she's probably so far away by now that I'll never find her.

Apparently this next bit is, in the dream, some kind of leftist analogy for the fall of the Soviet Union or the founding of the state of Israel. It's also some tv show my mother and sister are watching, called "Full Nazi" or something. It's a love scene, on degraded sixties/seventies film, between a wavy-long-haired blonde British girl and an SS officer. They're in some kind of room that looks like it's on the Death Star or something. She pulls a switch and he's knocked out by some gas. She dances around the room, which is expanding and has torture devices popping out. She puts on a meido outfit, and strips him (well, only his hat and crotch region). He wakes up, and he's bewildered, and she's giggling, reassuring him that she loves him. And then of course she tortures him to death, phallically.

And then it cuts to this scene of the girl having tea with her family in their mansion; they're ridiculously wealthy English aristocrats. And she's telling them about how she tortured her lover and killed him and gave his body to a scientist claiming it was narwhal flesh. And they're all laughing about how it was justified and saying, "If someone loves you then he should understand that if he's lower class than you then sometimes you just have to kill him!"

And this disgusts me.

"I can't believe she'd use up so much narwhal blood! We even eat narwhals!" the scientist exclaims. He's examining some kind of renaissance painting. It's mostly dark blue, with nine images of a god holding some kind of gold dust tiled on it. Each is slightly different, signed by a different artist.

And someone is going on about how even though several of the names end in -e, which could be a man's name or a woman's, everyone assumes that all the artists are male, and how Leonardo da Vinci was actually a woman. I don't actually think very many Italian women's names end in -e, but... Then someone else points out that the names given in the first person's image are Italian translations of the Latin originals, and that these are all perfectly masculine names in -us...

Then I woke up.

*The reason in question isn't what you'd think though.

I had a strange dream that wouldn't look out of place in horror action movie where I was character who was about to lose everything that me who I was and how I was about to lose everything. I also tryint to clone my brother as well as I was suffering form some form of PTSD....my dream confusing.