Thread: L33tsaber's Dream Journal

I seem to remember only one dreamthing from last night... and it's probably not quite SFW...

I was partaking in a little "special alone time" in a well-lit room, and not getting anywhere with it.
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That's probably the only way I can tell (looking back on it now) that I was dreaming it -- I only do that in the dark, and I generally get the desired results within ten, fifteen minutes of starting the task proper.

((This is an odd pattern I've noticed in my dreams. Something that's supposed to be a pleasant sensation (like eating spaghetti, licking caramel off a spoon, operating the "joy button"...) doesn't work right, but anything that's painful (getting stabbed by a robot with a kitchen knife, getting poisoned by a snake, getting an injection) feels pretty much the way it's supposed to.))

1. Something about a PS2 karaoke game that doesn't actually exist. (I mean, I know there are a few IRL, but not like the one I was watching people play in the dream.)

2. Jar-Jar ended up in Soul Calibur IV.

3. Device that launches LEGO guys. Or makes them explode, depending on the position.

4. Back in my old school, we were performing a "condensed version" of Les Misérables. Due to the lack of good male actors, I played Marius. But I woke up before I could even sing four measures of "Empty Chairs At Empty Tables"...

I was Otacon. Snake, Meryl, and I were on an infiltration mission through a building that somewhat resembled my old house with super-high-tech security. Including an electrified floor that pretty much covered the entire floor of the building.

All three of us were wearing special sneaking suits in order to deal with the floors, but when I got to a computer terminal to do something (can't remember, presumably hacking to turn off the floors), my code didn't work.

When I realized we were underequipped and there was no way to get past the rest of security, I had to declare the mission a failure. And apparently, I delivered the speech so beautifully in-character that my comrades got all teary-eyed and said I deserved an acting award. And that's when I realized...

...It was a LARP. I wasn't really Otacon, nor were my friends really Snake or Meryl... The security in the building was real, but an exit (the sliding-glass door) suddenly became obvious.

1. Something about the date being June 12th (the release of MGS4) and me suddenly being able to read kanji.

2. Driving through a field full of sheep. Hundreds and hundreds of sheep. And then, right in the middle, we stopped. A wolf padded up to the van, and just sat there, then stood up, chased its tail for a while, and sat back down again. I kept looking for my camera in order to take a picture. Then I woke up.

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I took the second to be a sign of good luck today, so I wore my wolf necklace during the AP English Literature and Composition exam. I think it worked. ^_^

1. I was equipped with Snake's OctoCamo, and had to learn how to use it. Half the time, it didn't work.

2. Something about a waterfall/waterspout/jumping puzzle that reminded me (in the dream) of a mixture between things you'd do in Okami and various Legend of Zelda games. I failed repeatedly.

3. My little cousins were asking me about the meaning of certain terms regarding one's orientation... and I think I accidentally let it slip that I was bi.

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Notes, 1 and 2: It seems I dream more about videogames when I haven't played them in a while...

Notes, 3: I'm not sure if I actually am, but that was... interesting, considering it's something that's been bothering me for quite a while now. It's been occasionally hinted at in my dreams, but never has my dream-self flat out stated it. Weird.

For some odd reason, my mother had a bunch of random missiles and threatened to fire them at me. So I ran all the way to New York (occasionally on all-fours) and then rode a Greyhound bus back to Nebraska. By the time I got back, the missiles were gone (thanks to some intelligence/investigation branch or another) and everyone was back to normal.

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Odd how often I run on all fours in my dreams and don't really notice...

1. I need a place to stay, so this couple allows me to stay in this large gymnasium area that's filled with packages of tuna steaks. There are a bunch of cats in the room, and they curl up next to me as I sleep... then, in the middle of the "night", the cats steal off with the fish and run away. The people in charge blame me for it, and do something weird to the gravity in the room so that I'm sent toward one of several things that look like giant computer-fans on the walls.

2. Something about the lunch line in my old school cafeteria.

3. As punishment for watching a movie I wasn't supposed to, I have to get a massage from my dad while I'm in a state of minimal-clothing. As certain pressure-points are touched, I note that it's "as accurate as sniper fire", and all of a sudden, he turns into Sniper Wolf from MGS.

4. I'm part of some group similar to the Ouran Host Club. In order to check my fan-mail, I have to crawl through a maze full of letters in order to find mine. When I do get mine, it's a request to perform a sci-fi version of the Wizard of Oz, involving giant crabs. Also inside the package was a complete set of costumes that were apparently purchased at Wal-Mart for about $6.50 each, but they were exceptionally well-made...

5. As I'm going upstairs from the basement of my old house, I hear either my mom or my older brother (don't know which one, they were both sitting on the piano bench) playing "Skid Row (Downtown)" from Little Shop of Horrors. There are voices coming from nowhere to fill in the vocal parts... except for Seymour's part, so I sing it, even though bits of it are too low for my range. Somehow, the piano arrangement was all funny and the ending wasn't right, though.

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NOTES

2 - my old town, yet again?

3 - One of those dreams that starts off as a nightmare but becomes enjoyable? I somehow didn't mind finding myself in a slightly intimate situation with Wolf. Never mind that she could easily kill me if she wanted to... And yet another dream makes me question certain interests... -_-'

5 - And another instance of my old town, musicals, and me singing a guy's role.

Almost forgot... another MGS-ish dream last night.

I'm sneaking through a complex, and I alert one of the guards. (Exclamation mark, noise, and everything.) This, of course, sends a whole bunch of other guards chasing after me. They're all wearing uniforms from the Big Shell incident, though some wear the light ones of regular Gurlukovich soldiers, and others wear the darker ones that the guards in the core had.

Anyway, I realize I can't outrun them, so I go through weapons menu (Yes, I had little menus that randomly appeared in the left and right of my field of vision... just like when you press L2 or R2) and select an AK.

I manage to take down a fair number of the guards while we're all running around in a circle in an area that reminds me of the lot we used for playing football in PE back in my old school. At some point, the rest of them must have run away.

As I continue to run, I notice that one of the guards I dropped is still alive and appears to be in pain. I realize that I'm a horrible aim, and that I'd given that one a stomach wound. (From watching Firefly and reading fanfics, I've learned that those are very bad.) He begs me to finish him off, so I remove his mask. The guy couldn't have been much older than me... but I go through my weapons menu again and equip a handgun, put it to his head, and try to look away as I pull the trigger...

...and nothing happens. Either it jammed or it wasn't loaded in the first place, but I take it as a sign of something. So I pick the guard up and half-carry, half-drag him to a hotel room where there's a medic waiting who manages to save him. Only then do I find out -- to immense shock -- that the guard himself was also a medic.

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Anyway, this is one of those dreams that just unnerves me to no end and makes me wonder if I would really do something like that if I were in that situation.

Then again, I've said things like "I'll bet that castle is so tall because they eat crackers" in a dream before, so waking logic probably has no place in my dream actions.

In the dream, it's after graduation and I still have to go to school every day until the end of the schoolyear. I'd left all my books at home, so I have to walk all the way back to my house (which, for being 2.5 miles, doesn't seem to take long in the dream) to get them. On the way, I run into a bunch of guys wearing gorilla costumes (I seem to be wearing one myself) and people driving go-karts shaped like cakes.

I get home and there are a bunch of presents on the table and floor, including one of the go-kart cakes and a bunch of fashion dolls which were, for some weird reason, labeled on the packaging as being LGBT-related. I seem to recall thinking "Crap. My parents figured it out?"

(On an interesting and disturbing note, one of the dolls looked exactly like Raiden from MGS2... sans Sneaking Suit.)

Then there was something about trees making perfectly circular shadows, magnifying glasses, and the sun being ill and using the tree-ring-shadows in order to warn people that it might go out.

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Notes: WTF?

Eh... all I can remember this time around is seeing the colors of the bi pride flag somewhere.

The only thing I distinctly recall was breaking my leg. I suddenly found myself in a store, just randomly grabbing supplies - costume pieces, splints, and bandages. Then I did first aid the only way I knew how... imitating Naked Snake. The bandage I used, oddly enough, had been tan in the box, but black when I took it out.

And then I was in an office, looking at encyclopedias. Someone was coming, so I tried to get away and hide behind a desk. Everything else is a bit fuzzy, but I remember the leg hurting like crazy.

1. My roommate (Whom, in real life, I haven't even met yet!) was throwing a party in our dorm room with paper lanterns and other awesome colorful stuff... while I was still cleaning the room.

2. Something about a swamp.

3. Something about a bookstore in an airport. I was thumbing through a Neon Genesis Evangelion artbook, and some guy started talking to me in Chinese. For some reason.

Something about getting an e-mail wherein I was informed by one of my YouTube fans that the person who voiced The Boss in MGS3 had been killed.

I'm running away from something or other, and I decide to hide under a bed in order to get some much-needed sleep... but no matter how hard I try, I find that something keeps sticking out every time I open my eyes... and on occasion, I find myself on <i>top</i> of the bed.

At some point, I'm holding a very drowsy and out-of-character Colonel Volgin, with the intent of challenging him to a singing contest the next morning.

The last and most notable time that I wound up on top of the bed, Major Ivan Raikov is next to me. We talk about something, though I can't remember what...


...and then I woke up. It was weird. (Of all the MGS characters to show up in my dreams... why Raikov and Volgin?!)

Okay, been a while, but I've finally got a dream I remember bits of. And it was a MUSICAL!

1. Involved Gundam pilots breaking into my old house and trying to kill me in various ways. I generally manage to fight them off while holding my plush Snowy Owl. Then I'm in a sleeping bag on the steps, and I hear footsteps approaching, but it's dark and I can't see anything, so I just play dead. Of course it doesn't work, since they decided to kick and tickle me to make me move. Then someone tried to hold my nose shut through the sleeping bag.

Don't know how I got out of that situation, but I did. And then I managed to convince most of the low-ranking members of the group that letting Relena Peacecraft handle diplomacy would be a better route, and the sooner the war's over, the sooner they can go back to getting three hot meals a day. And it happened in a big musical number!

2. I attended a garage sale at my uncle's house, since they had a lot of anime DVDs and soundtracks and preread manga and stuff. Some of the merch didn't make much sense... (Yoshitaka Amano CD? How do you put paintings on a CD?) and some of the merch looked suspiciously like it was mine (my old notebooks).

At some point, I wanted to play the piano piece I'd been working on for quite some time, but my dad wanted me to play the bass line for some song for church choir that he wanted to practice. Up three octaves. I bluntly refused, and he made me go out to a running track to do laps.

3. There's a building that's some strange combination of a fabric store, a furniture store, and old-fashioned fairgrounds with old-fashioned ripoff attractions in wooden booths. All the girls who lived on the premises (myself included) had to be "scholar priestesses" (whatever those are) and dress up in fancy, old-fashioned silk dresses with lacy underthings and stuff. Everybody but me goes out grocery shopping. (Apparently, I did something bad, so I had to stay inside, mostly confined to upstairs.) To pass the time, I did a crossword puzzle where the clues were all written in some code involving embroidered flowers.

Then I wandered around downstairs (in the fairgrounds) and found a set of wooden booths that were some sort of coin-operated mechanical assistants for "special alone time". But they were designed only for guys... when I went inside one, the door wouldn't lock, and a computer-generated voice sent me away.

So I went back upstairs to a fancy bathroom with shiny tile floors, where each stall was fully furnished and twice the size of a handicap stall. On my way there, I ranted about how tired I was of this whole "scholar priestess" thing, tired of the dresses, and tired of the restrictions imposed on my activities. I locked myself in one of the bathroom stalls, with full intent to engage in a little "special alone time"...

...and when I turned around, one of the other girls my age who lives in the building was behind me. She also had been tired of the rules and the restrictions and the dresses. Also, (though she was shy about it at first), she apparently liked me. Then there occurred some undoing of buttons and fasteners on the fancy silk dresses and lacy underthings. Not completely, but enough to display quite a bit. I seem to recall being surprised at how soft she was.

...and then there was a musical number, but before events could progress toward even a kiss, I woke up.



Yeah... it was weird.

Vaguely remember pointing dramatically and telling someone to "go beyond the impossible and kick logic to the curb".

Yeah... I've been watching too much Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann.

Something about trying to recreate the drink from "The Shochu Bar" (an escape-the-room game that I'd been playing that day) but I'd forgotten half the ingredients, so it had no taste whatsoever. (I think all I remembered to put in was the lemon juice and the vodka... and I'm underage, so I've never had any experience with the latter... EDIT FOR HILARITY: In the actual game, shochu was used, not vodka. So the dream-drink was totally messed up.)

1. Helping Otacon explain to Sunny why Old Snake needs more sleep. And then stroking Snake's hair as though he's a pet cat or something.

(Indy) Snake... why does it always have to be Snake...? (/Indy)

2. Tennis in the old gymnasium of the first high school I attended. But everybody sang Hail Varsity before the match. And I was forced to play. First I had a tiny green racket, then a big black racket, and then a massive metal fan. Which, on closer inspection, was made out of cat food.

...yeah.

Ah, the annual "Welcome to NebrasKon, you forgot your costume" dream.

Slight variation this time: I distinctly recall packing my costume, but I wasn't wearing it for the contest and I had to run back to the hotel room to put it on. And of course, because I had somewhere important to go, I start spinning/rolling around uncontrollably, unable to get where I'm going.

I finally get to the hotel (which is oddly right behind the stage) and start putting on my costume, but I realize that parts of it aren't finished, and a lot of the things I'm putting on (like a floral-pattern blue dress) aren't part of the costume. Every time I look in the mirror, I've got something else on. At some point I realized "This must be a dream because I'd never wear something this ugly" and I woke up.

Or thought I did.

So I'm at home, working on my costume with abouteight hours before I have to leave for NebrasKon, and I can't find the right material for my costume. To make matters more difficult, I keep finding myself back in my bed.

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Two and a half months before the con. Better get my cosplaying rear in (Metal) gear.

Haha! I like the fact you know this dream to be annual.

Originally Posted by apachama

Haha! I like the fact you know this dream to be annual.

Yup. It happens every single year, a few months before the convention when I don't have my costumes finished.

Something about going to a restaurant for a bowl of ramen (the real stuff, not the instant kind), but the ramen menu is missing. I find it in a dark corner of the restaurant, but it's written in Egyptian heiroglyphics and by the time I've found it, it's already closing time and I have to leave the restaurant without getting my noodles.

1. Something about parachutes.

2. A concert where someone's performing "Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are", but they only sing the first verse.

3. I'm picking apples while singing "Objects in the Rear View Mirror..."


Suffice to say, I woke up with that song stuck in my head. Darn you, Meat Loaf...

Do not speak badly of MeatLoaf. For he is awesome.

Short dream. But good. Have you been listening to much Meat Loaf recently?