Tuesday morning, wtf-ing

[cleolinda]

I wrote up a dream on Facebook just now, but they wanted "short" descriptions, so I couldn't really do it justice. But I can here, and will, because it was cracked out:

"Vivid Fight Club-esque dream"--literally, in that Tyler Durden was there, but rather than fighting, he liked to crash cars. It started out in a parking garage with a lot of stairwells. Someone walked by, very cheerfully, on his ankles because his feet had been amputated. Meanwhile, I was in a bunker/school with a class of high schoolers, like I was one too--with my best friend from seventh grade. Had to give oral reports on famous people--forgot the name of mine, even though I had a very nice scrapbook/report put together (but did remember, eventually. "Vivian Cavaldos." Some sort of singer-dancer-activist. Google cannot find anyone named Vivian Cavaldos). We started going through our closets (which were... at school) to find things to put in a time capsule. I picked out a black suede shoe. Then at some point the two storylines merged (and I, uh, grew up), and I was hiding out in a library with Crazy Rage Issues Tyler Durden Who Liked to Crash Cars, some other guy and some other girl. Crazy Rage Issues Tyler was having crazy rage issues, and then we watched a video of Middlemarch (is there a movie of Middlemarch ?) in a media room and he calmed down. So then we ended up out on a downtown sidewalk with the huddled masses, if you will--we couldn't go back inside but we couldn't go anywhere else; we were refugees not allowed to leave because then clearly there'd be chaos. I think there may have been acid-spitting aliens at some point, but this didn't faze us much. We basically got bored and started looking for a way out, and I started sassing this guy who seemed to be guarding... another sidewalk. He and his friends (they weren't officials of any kind, just... guys) had water guns and started shooting at me, and I wiped water off my face all, "What the fuck? You're shooting me with water guns? That's all you fucking have and you're gonna 'defend' this sidewalk?" This is probably the most awesome I have ever been in a dream. And then there was a patrol of middle-aged women with yippy dogs. So anyway, Crash Club and I decided to sneak back into the building, which was not a library anymore, and try to get out that way. We opened the door and we were in a maze-y room that seemed predominantly made of woven straw. There was a lit candle mounted on the wall, as there always are in rooms of straw, and of course it got knocked over, and we got the hell out of there as it started smoking, although somehow we heard the patrol and their yippy dogs announcing that they were going in "to save the dogs," even though there were no dogs in the room, or anything else for that matter. Also, to get us. So we get out of the room and plunge further into the building and it's sort of a professional-looking concourse, walled stairways going this way and that, glass doors at the front, and we're trying to walk as quickly and calmly as we can. We have to smile, or the professional-looking people walking around will realize we're refugees, but we have to be quick, because the yippy dogs are coming. We did get out, and then the dream skipped ahead to us getting out of California (we were in California?) just as lava covered all of it (there was lava?). So now we were back "on the mainland," and we started making bombs out of liquid soap to create chaos. Uh... more chaos. And then my alarm went off. C -, would not dream this dream again, would not recommend this dream to others.

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[modpixie.livejournal.com]

there's a PBS miniseries of middlemarch, if that counts...

[fiveforsilver]

I think that's just about as good as the sci-fi musical dream I had once, complete with space ships and multiple alien races...

[sapphires13.livejournal.com]

There was a lit candle mounted on the wall, as there always are in rooms of straw, and of course it got knocked over

Of course.


I'm known among my friends for having incredibly bizarre dreams. The weirdest though was the one that included fighting with Naomi Campbell in the ladies room for tampons out of the machine (she was trying to hoard them), paying for my dinner with $11 bills, and at the very end, approaching a refrigerated grocery store case (in a museum/aquarium thing) which contained a block of cheese... talking with Antonio Banderas's voice, which then turned into a Ken doll when I picked it up. And then the dream ended.

My dream just now...

[mollyblack.livejournal.com]

I just woke up from a dream where I had a walked into a room where there was a competition between corn cobs and the winner would win 50 pounds of eggs and I wanted to win so I could bake a cake for the poor and then I looked around this huge cavernous room and realized that there were psychics there and I was having one try to convince me to get my fortune told and then they led me to the front room where there was a huge line of people and this woman who was very vivacious and older with bleached blonde hair and she was shaking her boobs and saying how she was Hugh Hefner's psychic back in the day.

Then I woke up. I usually dream very vividly with music and such that my brain makes up in my sleep. I think it comes from the Fibromyalgia and my inability to sleep as a normal person. Plus I just spent three days covering Penny Arcade Expo and the final event was in a HUGE cavernous room so that might have had a little to do with at least that aspect. I hope.

Re: My dream just now...

[elbales]

*OMG deep, passionate, icon love*

[this-quiet.livejournal.com]

Bombs from liquid soap! For the most fragrant of explosions!

I have a friend who constantly has bizarre dreams. There was one particular one that played out like a movie...complete with the movie credits at the end.

dreams

[sevenmarie.livejournal.com]

would not dream this dream again, would not recommend this dream to others.

this struck me as so funny for some reason

i had a dream the other day that i was at my childhood home and i was running around locking all the doors like in a horror movie but of course, my dog had to go out (i kept calling the dog princess but i was actually my parent's dog, deogie-aka fatdog) and of course she/he wouldnt do her/his business! and then i heard what sounded like wolves howling and snarling like they were coming after me! and it was really foggy (?) and the back floodlight was only going so far and of course the dog was right at the edge so i can barely see him/her and im like COME IN THE HOUSE! all panicked and then i woke up! and of course i had to pee and i was walking through the house all scared!

[shesnotallthere.livejournal.com]

I remember you posting about another dream involving candles...

I once had a dream about my co-workers and I being involved in trench warfare in my backyard, and we made bombs out of canned soup.

[derangeddarling.livejournal.com]

This is awesome. I love cracked out dreams.

I have crazy dreams while I'm away at school. Last year I dreamed that I was Adrian Brody and I was an activist trying to help defend the reputation of killer robots because they weren't really killer. There was just that one incident with the baby eating....

Also while at school I've had crazy dreams about a bear getting in the house and mauling me and about Superman....

[falco-conlon.livejournal.com]

We have to smile, or the professional-looking people walking around will realize we're refugees, but we have to be quick, because the yippy dogs are coming.

Dreams like that always stress me out so much. The "having to smile and pretend or we'll be found out and horrible things will happen" always reminds me of children of men and the refugee camps in that movie and that's when I start to hyperventilate because that movie scared me so bad.

[particle-person.livejournal.com]

Okay, the dream was pretty cracked out, but what I don't understand is how you remembered all that. My dreams, when I can remember them at all, which is almost never, evaporate almost instantly when I wake up. The most I recall is just that I "had a dream."

but we have to be quick, because the yippy dogs are coming

That phrase deserves its own (more coherent) story. It is also my new SF sig line.

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

I think it was because the alarm woke me up during a key moment in the dream, rather than me gradually waking up, and it was still very vivid--I sat down and wrote out as much as I could.

[kaslin9135.livejournal.com]

He and his friends (they weren't officials of any kind, just... guys) had water guns and started shooting at me, and I wiped water off my face all, "What the fuck? You're shooting me with water guns? That's all you fucking have and you're gonna 'defend' this sidewalk?"

*dies lauhging* omg! i know how this feels, i wont relate any of my subconcious's insanity, but don't you love those dreams when you wake up and just go "what the hell"

[duncanatrix.livejournal.com]

Uhrm. I must say, though, I adore Badass!Cleo. That deserves an A++.

[glass-radical.livejournal.com]

Crash Club...oddly enough this sounds like something straight out of Chuch Palahniuk's newest book, "Rant: The Oral Biography of Buster Casey", with a game called party crashig, where specially makred cars hit eachother on the road.

[edda.livejournal.com]

I typed in "Vivian"'s name at Google in various ways, and didn't find anything either. Which is weird, because I would SWEAR that's somebody's name, too. Eh.

Also been having cracked out dreams lately, but I'm under a little stress and tragically CANNOT remember any dreams upon waking. I get this faint recall of penguins, but that's it. Bah.

[theatre-angel.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad that this is the first thing I read today.

[aria624.livejournal.com]

Yay for crazy dreams! It's been too long since I've had a dream like these, the kind where you wake up, think about it for a second, then just die laughing. My best is the dream where N*Sync was hired to kill me and my friends. Or the alligator who stole the mashed potatoes from our Thanksgiving (I think?) dinner table.

had water guns and started shooting at me, and I wiped water off my face all, "What the fuck? You're shooting me with water guns? That's all you fucking have and you're gonna 'defend' this sidewalk?" This is probably the most awesome I have ever been in a dream.

Awesome. That last line made me laugh so hard.

getting out of California (we were in California?) just as lava covered all of it (there was lava?)

I love when you remember random details like that, that you are pretty sure were never actually seen or mentioned in the dream, but are totally sure that is correct.

[quasar360.livejournal.com]

Wow! That's got to be one of the awesomest dreams I have ever heard of - your account of it had me giggling though the whole thing (but the grading is what really got me). I agree though, I doubt I'd want to have a dream like that. A+ Would laugh at this post again, would recommend this post to others.

[elbales]

You are made of win.

[thegeneralerin.livejournal.com]

For the next linkspam:

POTC 3 wasn't far off with having an Asian female pirate lord:
http://www.cnn.com/2007/LIVING/worklife/08/27/woman.pirate/index.html

[rahrahmah.livejournal.com]

I had a dream upon finishing the last Harry Potter book, that was this weird mix of Harry Potter and Blade Runner. Like, the kids weren't wizards they were all robot/replicant type things. That's where the powers came from. And some bad people were coming to tell them, so they sent some robot/replicant things from the future to like, defend and protect the kids in the past, because finding out they weren't people was too traumatic and the kids all went aggro. In the end, the bad people came, and the future robot/replicants died trying to protect them, and the kids learned a lesson about love and friendship and they didn't freak out. It was very very weird and awesome.

Also, WTF Owen Wilson!! I like you and your movies! Please don't die!
http://www.mtv.com/movies/news/articles/1568417/story.jhtml

[sweet-pessimism.livejournal.com]

The epitome of awesomeness! I love hearing about crazy dreams, and I often have extremely crazy ones myself.. My friends worry for my already questionable sanity whenever I regale them with my dream escapades. And I always, 100%, have cracked out dreams whenever I take some form of sleeping medication - which is every weeknight, due to my inability to fall asleep sometime other than noon by myself.

The best dreams are the ones where you half-realize that you're dreaming, enough that you can will things to happen in the dream and they do.. So fun, makes me want to dream all the time.

[leucocrystal]

So then we ended up out on a downtown sidewalk with the huddled masses, if you will--we couldn't go back inside but we couldn't go anywhere else; we were refugees not allowed to leave because then clearly there'd be chaos. I think there may have been acid-spitting aliens at some point, but this didn't faze us much. [...] We have to smile, or the professional-looking people walking around will realize we're refugees, but we have to be quick, because the yippy dogs are coming. We did get out, and then the dream skipped ahead to us getting out of California (we were in California?) just as lava covered all of it (there was lava?).

Wow, I have to admit, I loved reading this, simply because... it's been so, SO long since I've remembered a dream (I'm tempted to say "dreamed," period, but I'm pretty sure you always dream, you just don't always remember, right?), and this just brought back all those memories of how fucked up they can be.

Something that fascinates me about them, probably the most (which was brought to light by the bits I put in this comment) is how... cognitive reasoning and the way we relate to our surroundings and goings-on is just... completely different from what reality is like. It's like... you only absorb things in bite-size, manageable chunks, and things exist but also... don't until your attention is called to them. We're in California? Okay, we're in California. There's a fire? Okay, we should probably run. It's completely surreal. It's like... everything makes perfect sense. That is, until you actually pay close attention to anything.

This makes me wonder if how we "live" in dreams might almost be a sort of antithesis from how we interact with the waking world -- we take in the bare minimum of our surroundings and environmental stimuli in dreams, whereas when we're awake, we're generally conscious of everything we can manage.

I'm not even making sense anymore. And I'm also probably thinking way too much about how dreams work. It's... late.

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

No, I totally know what you mean. Dream logic reminds me a lot of a children making up a game, that kind of logic. "And then we escape California!" "Okay!" "Because there's lava!" "Yeah!" It's a whole chain of non sequiturs--and you can change the scenery on a dime, much the way children will just decide that the action is taking place somewhere different all of a sudden.

[leucocrystal]

Exactly! Who knows, maybe that's where the "inner child" always stays -- trapped in your head, living out whacked out fantasies when you're asleep and can't stifle the impulses. ;)

[lyn-thorne.livejournal.com]

Ok, I love your account of this dream. Crash Club sounds like fun, and 'liquid soap bombs' just makes me smile :)

Since everyone else is lending their cracked-out dreams to the mix, I'll add two of my weirdest:

Dream #1 was a few years ago, I was dreaming that it was New Years Eve, 1999. Everyone I knew was camping out in this two-story apartment that we had found, and we had sent people out to get food, water and all of our money from the ATMs. (Now, I had this dream in 2003 or so, so why I had a Y2K dream...I dunno.)
Well, one of my friends who in rl is always absent/late to the party was..late with the canned goods. So I went upstairs to get my phone book to call him. And on top of my desk was a Pink Poodle. Seriously. A little poodle, dyed pink. My other buddy materializes next to me, and whispers 'It's the New Years Eve Thing.' It then sucked itself INTO the desk, then a bump formed in the leg of the desk, and it went under the carpet.(Kinda like the scarabs in The Mummy) We then had to run around like wild people until 12:01 to not die. It poofed at 12:01. o.0

Dream #2 was about 2 or 3 months ago. It was one of those all-night dreams, so I'll Cliff Notes it. Basically, I was in a tent in the middle of nowhere in the snow, trying to remind Larry Elmore how to draw a Dragonlance cover. Then I got in a car, and the car whooshed me to my place of work. Where Grissom (CSI) was my boss. And he was pissed that my partner (who was DiNozzo (From NCIS)) and I weren't looking for a mob boss who was tapping into the phone lines. This lead me to the lab where Abby (NCIS) and I were watching Catherine (CSI) in a casino. Abby had all these phones, including the old crank phones trying to trick the mob-boss-phone-tapper.
We got some info, I walked out a door in the lab directly linked to the casino Catherine had been in. I was then greeted by thousands of Heroes pouring into the elevators.
Mohinder had Molly & Charlie with him, but Molly was in her 20's. I followed him around, then Hiro and Ando teleported us into the elevator where Peter was. Peter wouldn't let us talk until we reached the '32nd floor'. At this point, the elevator stops. Micah tries to fix it, and I get kinda freaked out. Mohinder smiles at me and says 'Don't worry! There's 3 feet of steel around us, no one could get in.'
At this point, frickin' SYLAR phases through the door, because off-screen, he ate DL's brain. Now that he can phase, he doesn't chop the top of people's head off...oh noooo, he *bit* into a guy's brain by phasing through his skull. (There was a hilariously over-done CHOMP! sound when he did it, too.)
The 'reaction shots' of everyone were pricless, but then people started teleporting/phasing trying to chase Sylar down. It was funny in a really morbid way.