Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

03/24/2008
Dream One:
"Evolutionary Archeology"

I was experiencing some VR simulator that was all about evolution. There was a platform that went around a small building, and a body of watter between all sides of the building and the square platform that surrounded it. As I walked around the platform, I would see different animales at different evolutionary stages, while a disembodied voice explained to me what they were. The simulations were interactive and even felt real, but they were all digital.

After a while, the scenario changed and it was now some sort of Indiana Jones-style tomb puzzle (I had been watching Goonies before bed). I found these pieces of a lever stuck in the stone walkway, and had to put them together. Things started crumbling around me, and the scenery change, parts of the walkway falling apart. The small moat of water spanned out into a wide lake, and the walkway turned into a long pier that seemed to stretch out into infinity. The scenery in the background turned to dark, and there were bright yellow lights in the sky, way off in the background. The last thing I remember is running across his huge bridge that seemed to go on forever.

Dream (Frag) Two:
I had some rival. We were both wearing these futuristic suits and had visors that we'd flip down over our eyes, whenever we were getting ready to battle. We both had some really badass moves and gadgets. Somehow, I was able to move so fast that I could basically dodge everything that he threw at me. I could mix break-dancing with evading by doing windmills and b-twists and everytime my body would rotate, I either slip under one of his projectile weapons or hop off of the ground (even when I was just rolling off of my shoulders) and hop over his weapons. It was like I was dodging bullets just by doing acrobatics.

Dream (Frag) Three:
Something about being in an arcade that had a version of Manx TT racing that didn't have the actual bikes that you sit on.

Dream (Frag) Four:
I was back in my old High School. I don't know if I was in detention or what, but I was in the cafeteria with a couple of people, and just sitting there drawing and listening to music. For some reason we had to get up and move because some other people were getting ready to come in and use the section of the cafeteria that we were sitting at, so we had to go over to the opposite side of the room.



03/25/2008
Dream One:
"Blayne and Bre"

I was with a woman, and I get the feeling that we were Blayne and Breanna (two of mine and a friend's RP characters). We were both living in modern times, in an apartment, and were some kind of law enforcement officers. We ended up having some sort of arguement and both went away to work somewhat agitated. I was assigned with checking out this slum area where I had to fit in and keep tabs on a certain guy. Walking through the complex, I found that there was a martial arts tournament going on, and the guy would be entering. So, I signed up, so I could watch him much more closely, and see what he's all about. (My character is a martial artist) I got in the tournament and ended up having to fight the guy. It was more of a boxing match and punching felt kind of strange and sort of Wii Boxing-ish, but I pretty much kicked his ass pretty hard. Some time after the tournament, he ended up trying to leave the area, and I had to follow him.

Dream Two:
"Whose War is it, Anyway?"

-I was in Iraq. I was a soldier and walking around with my weapon at ease, however I knew that I had to watch my back for insurgents. I was definitely not there to just be all gung ho or anything, and was pretty much just watching my post and minding my business. As I came around a corner, I saw some children playing a couple of yards away. I stopped for a moment, kind of heart-warmed to see them playing so happily, in such a terrifying time, as if they didn't have a care in the world. I just stood and watched from a distance, smiling.

I didn't realize that, while I was doing that, a man had approached the fence that was directly behind me. He was an Iraqi man, but he was not Al Qaeda. He was just an ordinary man. Could have been a father to one of those kids, for all I know. The only thing I knew was what I quickly found out; this man was opposed to our occupation. He was terrified of the American forces after hearing so much of the most horrible acts that some of our soldiers had committed, and his perspective of all of us had been tainted. Seeing me standing there, watching the children, his distorted view made him assume that I was about to open fire on them.

I heard him scream "Childkiller!!" behind me, and open fire. Completely surprised, I turned around, but there was no way I could get in a position to aim and fire because his machine gun was already raining down on me, wildly. Bullets were tearing through my legs, and I collapsed, rolling toward the fence and closer to him, trying to do something before he landed any fatal shots. My lower legs now useless, I could only reach up from the ground in a sit-up position and grab the guy by his shirt, yanking him over the fence and into the dirt beside me. I then rolled on top of him. I was both blindly enraged at the fact that he'd shot my legs out from under me and devastatingly heart-broken that this man, who I could tell wasn't a terrorist, had misjudged me so badly. He was trying to fight me off, continuously trying to swing the barrell of his gun up in my direction, but I was just completely irate. I completely overpowered him with an insulted hatred, screaming "WHY?!!" over and over as I swung my rifle down on him like a club. Wounded, but defeated, the man continued trying to defend, fighting me off and attempting to aim his gun up at me. Finally, I whipped the barrel of my own rifle down and, while straddling his thighs, fired off about half a clip into his chest. When it was over, I rolled off of him, not able to feel my legs anymore, and nearly broke down into tears.

The soldier dream has powerful imagery in it. Sad to think that the message speaks volumes about the state of our own society and the stereotypes that exist in it. Not that we run around killing each other with bullets, but there is plenty of murdering with words that goes on before even trying to see the other person's position.

Originally Posted by raklet

The soldier dream has powerful imagery in it. Sad to think that the message speaks volumes about the state of our own society and the stereotypes that exist in it. Not that we run around killing each other with bullets, but there is plenty of murdering with words that goes on before even trying to see the other person's position.

Yeah, I agree completely. After waking up, I was really surprised at the emotional intensity of it. It felt like I was being betrayed by a loved one or something. You're right, though, it's very telling of the misconceptions that are running wild around this time, from both sides of the war.

Wow at the Iraq dream. I was immediately reminded of a movie called Jacob's Ladder... have you seen it?

Hey, Mes. No, I don't think I've seen Jacob's Ladder. I know it's an old flick, so there's a posibility that I've seen parts of it, years ago. I'm pretty sure I haven't seen the whole thing.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

I heard him scream "Childkiller!!" behind me, and open fire. Completely surprised, I turned around, but there was no way I could get in a position to aim and fire because his machine gun was already raining down on me, wildly. Bullets were tearing through my legs, and I collapsed, rolling toward the fence and closer to him, trying to do something before he landed any fatal shots. My lower legs now useless, I could only reach up from the ground in a sit-up position and grab the guy by his shirt, yanking him over the fence and into the dirt beside me. I then rolled on top of him. I was both blindly enraged at the fact that he'd shot my legs out from under me and devastatingly heart-broken that this man, who I could tell wasn't a terrorist, had misjudged me so badly. He was trying to fight me off, continuously trying to swing the barrell of his gun up in my direction, but I was just completely irate. I completely overpowered him with an insulted hatred, screaming "WHY?!!" over and over as I swung my rifle down on him like a club. Wounded, but defeated, the man continued trying to defend, fighting me off and attempting to aim his gun up at me. Finally, I whipped the barrel of my own rifle down and, while straddling his thighs, fired off about half a clip into his chest. When it was over, I rolled off of him, not able to feel my legs anymore, and nearly broke down into tears.

...wow. Sounds like the latest ultra-modern drama straight from the studios in Hollywood...

Originally Posted by Sanquis

...wow. Sounds like the latest ultra-modern drama straight from the studios in Hollywood...

Heh. Yeah, I could definitely imagine seeing that happen on the big screen.

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03/26/2008
All I remember is some fragment about living in some parody of Scary Movie 3. It was kind of like the other movies, but with different "gags," one of which was a Chucky doll - running around and reeking havoc - that was actually a tiny version of Rosanne Barr, who I'd seen on some late night talk show, last night.

That was amazing. The emotion we can have in dream will never stop surprising me. Are/were you in any branch of the military?

Originally Posted by Interested1

That was amazing. The emotion we can have in dream will never stop surprising me. Are/were you in any branch of the military?

Hey, Int.

Nah, the closest I ever got to it was 3 years in Junior ROTC, back in High School. I was thinking about going into the service, around that time, but ended up changing my mind, when my ex got pregnant.

Hello One I guess I could have started out witha hello...I suck!

I actually toyed with the idea of the armed forces myself. Some recruiting guys came when I was in high school and did some physical testing. During push ups, I realized that his boots were practicly under my face and he was yelling at me! I looked up and I was the only one left on the mats, lol! I was laughing that I had bested the boys and collapsed at 89.

I decided that I wouldn't really like being bossed around that much. It's the truth of your dream that makes me sooooo happy I never walked down that road. I'll leave the fighting up to the men, lol!

Originally Posted by Interested1

Hello One I guess I could have started out witha hello...I suck!

Seriously! Where are your manners?!

Haha.

Yeah, push-ups were never my forté. I always kicked ass at sit-ups, though. Oh, and running...not my thing. Smoking and PT never went together all that well. LOL. I never had too much of a problem with the yelling, but I did kind of guess that there would be a big difference between the order-barking in High School and in the actual service. I think there's only so much of that I'd have been able to take, too. Heh.

good dreams the other night man I like the evolution archeology lol so cool!

That Iraq dream was insane! those types of dreams always are hard to deal with! its a shame it went from a nice moment to a terrible moment so quickly. Did it hurt when you got shot?

Originally Posted by mark

good dreams the other night man I like the evolution archeology lol so cool!

Heh. Thanks. The beginning of that one was kind of weird, actually. Some of the creatures roaming around were just . Lol.

Originally Posted by mark

That Iraq dream was insane! those types of dreams always are hard to deal with! its a shame it went from a nice moment to a terrible moment so quickly. Did it hurt when you got shot?

Nah, actually it didn't hurt at all. It was just like somebody was throwing pebbles at my legs or something, from behind. But my legs got real weak and collapsed from under me, so I had to roll and crawl around.

Evolutionary Archeology sounded pretty cool there, O

And that Iraq dream was well detailed, I could picture it almost as if I were there. Pretty heartbreaking though.

Originally Posted by Mes Tarrant

Wow at the Iraq dream. I was immediately reminded of a movie called Jacob's Ladder... have you seen it?

Been a long time since I've seen that movie, couldn't see the connection. Of course I can barely remember it, other than that it was a kick ass movie.

Legs shot out, eh? At least you still won. It's not often I see you get whooped so bad by a DC. You've done the Neo bullet dodging thing before, right?

Originally Posted by LifeStandsStill

Evolutionary Archeology sounded pretty cool there, O

And that Iraq dream was well detailed, I could picture it almost as if I were there. Pretty heartbreaking though.

Hey, LSS. Good to see you roaming around here.
Thanks. I've kind of been half-assing a lot of my recent journal entries, because I've either been pressed for time or they've just been too long, but I'm trying to get back into adding as much detail as I can remember. And that dream was really heart-breaking. It was a strange feeling, just being so hurt/enraged by that guy completely taking my intention the wrong way and firing on me.

Originally Posted by The Cusp

Legs shot out, eh? At least you still won. It's not often I see you get whooped so bad by a DC. You've done the Neo bullet dodging thing before, right?

Yeah I know, right? Haha. But I do get owned by some DC's when I'm not lucid, every now and then. That guy just happened to get the drop on me, when I wasn't looking! lol

03/27/2008
Fragment
All I remember is that I was working in a grocery store and I spent all my time trying to pick up this really hot co-worker. We were closing up one night, and when I asked her to go out and do something afterward, she ended up rejecting me and going out with some nerdy-looking cashier.

(I was pretty hammered last night - And my fuckin head hurts, now. - so I don't really remember all that much of my dreams.)

03/28/2008
Dream (Frag) One:
-I was in some unfamiliar neighborhood with my uncle, and there was some kind of garage sale or home-based flea market going on. I was walking around and checking out all the stuff, and I came across a gun rack. There was a really light 9mm that looked like a Glock and had Dallas Cowboys colors and graphics painted all over it, and a heavier black pistol that looked like a Walther PPK. They were both only $10, because they were unregistered, and I thought about buying them both.

Dream (Frag) Two:
-Xox showed up in this one. We were in some kind of classroom and, instead of paying attention, I was making a flipbook animation on a note pad. It was about two guys fighting on the rooftops over the city and throwing each other around, from roof to roof. (I had watched the action scenes in Spider-Man 3 last night. Maybe that had something to do with it.) When I got down with the animation, I called Xox over and was showing it to her, but it kept skipping pages, when I was trying to flip it with my thumb.

Dream (Frag) Three:
-Something about playfully scaring some little boy whose parents came to visit us and brought him along. Every time he would pass by my room and I would go "RAAAH!!!" and he'd run away. Lol. (We had company last night, one of whom was a small boy, but not quite as little as the one in the dream.)

That Iraq dream sounds like you were really there and are having flashbacks or something.

That archaeology dream was cool; sometimes when I go to a museum I'll have a dream like that later. Once I saw a whole documentary about Vikings again in my dream.

Originally Posted by Moonbeam

That Iraq dream sounds like you were really there and are having flashbacks or something.

That archaeology dream was cool; sometimes when I go to a museum I'll have a dream like that later. Once I saw a whole documentary about Vikings again in my dream.

Yeah, the Iraq dream felt incredibly real. Even after I woke up, I was just like "...damn. "

And I was actually trying to induce a Goonies-like scenario in my dreams, while I was watching the movie. I'd completely forgot about it, though, when I went to sleep, but ended up having an archeology-based dream, which is cool. The Viking dream sounds pretty tight, but it probably would have been much more fun to have been a part of it. I could just imagine you storming into battle with a Viking hat and a battle axe bigger than you are.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Dream (Frag) Two:

Ah you dreamed of me. Maybe this is because I started visiting your DJ?

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

When I got down with the animation, I called Xox over and was showing it to her, but it kept skipping pages, when I was trying to flip it with my thumb.

Haha, I hate it when that happens to flipbook animations.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Yeah, the Iraq dream felt incredibly real. Even after I woke up, I was just like "...damn. "

I could tell it was one of those dreams.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

The Viking dream sounds pretty tight, but it probably would have been much more fun to have been a part of it. I could just imagine you storming into battle with a Viking hat and a battle axe bigger than you are.

That would be cool! I hope I have that dream. I already have the soundtrack...did you read the non-english music thread (I can't find it...., but it's in there...)

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

03/27/2008
Fragment
All I remember is that I was working in a grocery store and I spent all my time trying to pick up this really hot co-worker. We were closing up one night, and when I asked her to go out and do something afterward, she ended up rejecting me and going out with some nerdy-looking cashier.

he he thats brilliant! lol I like reading those dreams they are always kind of funny

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

03/28/2008
Dream (Frag) Two:

such a great scene in that movie! people didnt much like spiderman 3 but I thought it was great.

it is always cool to have a DV member in our dreams.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Dream (Frag) Three:

he he great! scarring young kids like that (in a playfull way) is always fun

Wow that Iraq dream gave me the chills. Heavy stuff.