Dreamed someone got locked in an industrial freezer at a DQ nearby where I live. Woke up with a start.
Friday, February 19, 2016
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Entry 3: A Christmas Party and Star Trek (with lots of food)
This is a glitchland dream, so bare with me.
Alright, so its Christmas (or I somehow think it was Christmas, I have no memory of seeing a tree or tinsel or anything that would indicate that it was Christmas) and my father just walked into the front door with a bunch of pastries, so nom nom. While I can see and hear relatives interacting amongst themselves, and I was doing the same thing, all I remember was poping pies, tarts, and other surgery baked goods into my mouth.
Now, I brought up Star Trek in the title because there was TNG 'episode' playing on a television, and I put episode in quotes because I'm sure no veteran Trekkie is going to recognize the 'episode' at all, which is fine as it is clearly not cannon. So there was an eating contest in 10-Forward (recognize that episode? Didn't think so) with Data judging, and when it was done half of the food at the 'real life' party dissappeared.
Someone must have went on a run and ended up coming back with Ice-Cream in Wendy's cups. My last memory of the dream before Julie the cat squawked in my ear, thus waking me, was spooning soft serve from a Biggie-sized cup onto... I don't remember what.
At any rate. Do I have a pre-occupation for food? Do I have a weird thing for Star Trek (the same weird thing I have for David Tennant?)? Do I crave Wendy's food?
Yeah, its glitchland!
Alright, so its Christmas (or I somehow think it was Christmas, I have no memory of seeing a tree or tinsel or anything that would indicate that it was Christmas) and my father just walked into the front door with a bunch of pastries, so nom nom. While I can see and hear relatives interacting amongst themselves, and I was doing the same thing, all I remember was poping pies, tarts, and other surgery baked goods into my mouth.
Now, I brought up Star Trek in the title because there was TNG 'episode' playing on a television, and I put episode in quotes because I'm sure no veteran Trekkie is going to recognize the 'episode' at all, which is fine as it is clearly not cannon. So there was an eating contest in 10-Forward (recognize that episode? Didn't think so) with Data judging, and when it was done half of the food at the 'real life' party dissappeared.
Someone must have went on a run and ended up coming back with Ice-Cream in Wendy's cups. My last memory of the dream before Julie the cat squawked in my ear, thus waking me, was spooning soft serve from a Biggie-sized cup onto... I don't remember what.
At any rate. Do I have a pre-occupation for food? Do I have a weird thing for Star Trek (the same weird thing I have for David Tennant?)? Do I crave Wendy's food?
Yeah, its glitchland!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Entry 2: Revenge on the School/Centaurs Making Out double feature.
Things were bad for me the other night as I had two fucked up dreams that I can recall in enough detail that I can just put them out here.
So...
Revenge of the School
Ok, in this one I was wondering some university campus (I don't recognize the structures I just know it looks like a school of sorts) and I was talking to a support technician on the other line about why I couldn't sign up for courses. At the end I was told that it was too late for me and all the courses were booked, even though I had already paid my tuition. Angrily I ran into one of the buildings and screamed about how I was ripped off and could now enjoy a life of abject poverty as I wouldn't be able to earn a university education. There was a point when someone approached me, put me in a choke, and told me to calm down or he would 'put me to sleep'. I don't remember how I got out of his hold, but I remember walking out of the building by my own power with a second fellow following me telling me that he sympathized and shit.
This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that, despite making a down payment on my tuition and following the instructions given, that I can't seem to sign up for courses at Trent? Possibly, this could easily be a stress dream as opposed to 'glitchland' like last time, but the next one is just weird.
Centaurs Making Out
I was one of three centaurs; the other two being a big grizzled, tough guy and a pretty fairy-ish one that had Rainbow-Dash's hair. The three of us walked up to this tree where we were introduced to a fourth centur: this lean-muscled hunky centur. The fourth centur gave us other three shelter from the passing day, and this opportunity was given by this really sexy fourth centur to hit on me. As the others go to bed we end up making out, front to front. After a while of this lip on lip action he mounts me, and I let him without struggle.
In the afterglow the centaur that was just inside me moments ago asked about my relationship with Haggman (the name given to the other male centaur with us) which I replied we were only friends and were never anything more despite maybe at one point early one when we were giving eachother coo eyes.
The nest day we set off, with Haggman asking that I never mention the coo eyes thing to anyone ever again, which I agree to. He then asked me why I did what I did with that other centaur. I don't remember my answer.
This I'm putting into the realm of glitchland, with, aside from the plausibility that this is an indication that I'm sexually frustrated, that the only link to reality is that I do know someone named 'Haggman', and while its worth noting that he became recently engaged to his girlfriend I can't say that it had anything to do with anything.
Again, like the first entry that featured the sexiest man out of Scotland since Sean Connery, if this is saying something about me, it isn't anything good. Is it saying that I'm jealous of this dude I know (or his girlfriend) or that I want to fuck a horse?
Yeah, glitchland it is.
So...
Revenge of the School
Ok, in this one I was wondering some university campus (I don't recognize the structures I just know it looks like a school of sorts) and I was talking to a support technician on the other line about why I couldn't sign up for courses. At the end I was told that it was too late for me and all the courses were booked, even though I had already paid my tuition. Angrily I ran into one of the buildings and screamed about how I was ripped off and could now enjoy a life of abject poverty as I wouldn't be able to earn a university education. There was a point when someone approached me, put me in a choke, and told me to calm down or he would 'put me to sleep'. I don't remember how I got out of his hold, but I remember walking out of the building by my own power with a second fellow following me telling me that he sympathized and shit.
This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that, despite making a down payment on my tuition and following the instructions given, that I can't seem to sign up for courses at Trent? Possibly, this could easily be a stress dream as opposed to 'glitchland' like last time, but the next one is just weird.
Centaurs Making Out
I was one of three centaurs; the other two being a big grizzled, tough guy and a pretty fairy-ish one that had Rainbow-Dash's hair. The three of us walked up to this tree where we were introduced to a fourth centur: this lean-muscled hunky centur. The fourth centur gave us other three shelter from the passing day, and this opportunity was given by this really sexy fourth centur to hit on me. As the others go to bed we end up making out, front to front. After a while of this lip on lip action he mounts me, and I let him without struggle.
In the afterglow the centaur that was just inside me moments ago asked about my relationship with Haggman (the name given to the other male centaur with us) which I replied we were only friends and were never anything more despite maybe at one point early one when we were giving eachother coo eyes.
The nest day we set off, with Haggman asking that I never mention the coo eyes thing to anyone ever again, which I agree to. He then asked me why I did what I did with that other centaur. I don't remember my answer.
This I'm putting into the realm of glitchland, with, aside from the plausibility that this is an indication that I'm sexually frustrated, that the only link to reality is that I do know someone named 'Haggman', and while its worth noting that he became recently engaged to his girlfriend I can't say that it had anything to do with anything.
Again, like the first entry that featured the sexiest man out of Scotland since Sean Connery, if this is saying something about me, it isn't anything good. Is it saying that I'm jealous of this dude I know (or his girlfriend) or that I want to fuck a horse?
Yeah, glitchland it is.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Entry 1:Glitchlands, and Masterpiece Theater with David Tennant (its that fucked)
I had an ephithany the other night.
You see, I think dreams are a lot like glitchland. What is glitchland? According to TVTropes.com, Glitchland is a gaming term that refers to a level in a video game, usually an older one, that is a result of random bits of unwritten memory on the cartridge or in ram memory that by pure coincidence forms a playable level. To take this back to the realm of dreams, this means that, in my humble opinion, a dream is when random synapses in your brain while you sleep by pure chance form a conscience thought.
I guess I'm saying that I don't think dreams have any real meaning to them. While I know some of you out there are just wanting to jump on the opportunity to tell me I'm wrong and interpret my dreams as more entries get made, I'm going to flat out say that I have a personal investment in this theory that dreams are the glitchlands of the human brain.
Simply, I don't want this particular dream to mean anything.
Before I lose all the details, the dream I dreamed last night.
As I promised in the title it involves Scottish actor David Tennant... more prominently than I would like frankly.
So, in the dream, I'm watching television with some people (whom I cannot recall and the detail is not important I could only feel other humans with me) watching what I could best describe to be a spoof of Masterpiece Theater... that show on public television stations where some artsy movie is being screened with some out of work British/Scottish actor giving a five minute monologue to explain to the retarded Americans who will be watching what the fuck is going on.
So it starts with the monologue... no I'm just going to say outright that this isn't going to be Masterpiece Theater proper at all, so MPT fans, save yourself the corpal tunnel.
I can't recall words, though they were spoken. The 'scene' starts with some stereotypical medieval set done on the cheap side appearing on a stage. It opens in some sort of bedchamber and Dave in a cheap king's outfit rolls out of bed with what looks like a combination between a marionette and Mr. Hand from South Park on his... right hand... I think... sigh. I can't recall any spoken dialogue but I remember which hand the fucking monstrosity was on.
So, he starts arguing with the thing like it was talking back to him... hmm, picturing David Tennant portraying a raving loonie... possibly the smallest break in reality. Again, I can't recall words, though it got heated.
At one point in my recollection there is a close up of the hand-puppet getting sprayed with this thick white liquid (I'll let your imagination figure out what that liquid is... I'm sure a nice person in the comments will fill you in if you can't figure it out on your own) and then a upshot (I think, where the camera is down pointing up) of Dave raving on like a hysterical lunatic. While I can't recall words, I'm 100% sure it was disturbingly sexual in nature and he likely said something along the lines of "did you like that!?" Let me remind you that he's talking to an inanimate object.
The really funny part was that at the time I didn't think I was dreaming at the time. I thought I was watching something really stupid on TV. I even remember remarking "Apparently David here thinks he's a comedian. He's been spending too much time with Catherine Tate. I guess the last guy who was the Scottish Captain Obvious wasn't enough for Masterpiece: they now need toilet humour."
Then I was teleported to my bed in my room, and it was then when I realized that I was dreaming.
Remember what I was saying about glitchland? Well, there's the television format, the combination of Konkie the wooden hand puppet from Trailer Park Boys and Mr. Hand from South Park. It was staged as pseudo Masterpiece Theater with a guy that actually hosted it (David Tennant... hahahahaha you fuck, serves you for leaving Doctor Who after only three seasons). There was aforementioned actor doing a role I figure he will end up with in the future if his career doesn't crash and burn. And of course, the inappropriate sex joke.
You see, I really want this to be nothing more than a bunch of random synapses that by pure coincidence and random chance formed a tangible experience. Else, what horrible thing could this dream say about me? That I'm pre-occupied with some dude across the pond that I will never see in my life?
Its just random... yeah, lets go with that.
You see, I think dreams are a lot like glitchland. What is glitchland? According to TVTropes.com, Glitchland is a gaming term that refers to a level in a video game, usually an older one, that is a result of random bits of unwritten memory on the cartridge or in ram memory that by pure coincidence forms a playable level. To take this back to the realm of dreams, this means that, in my humble opinion, a dream is when random synapses in your brain while you sleep by pure chance form a conscience thought.
I guess I'm saying that I don't think dreams have any real meaning to them. While I know some of you out there are just wanting to jump on the opportunity to tell me I'm wrong and interpret my dreams as more entries get made, I'm going to flat out say that I have a personal investment in this theory that dreams are the glitchlands of the human brain.
Simply, I don't want this particular dream to mean anything.
Before I lose all the details, the dream I dreamed last night.
As I promised in the title it involves Scottish actor David Tennant... more prominently than I would like frankly.
So, in the dream, I'm watching television with some people (whom I cannot recall and the detail is not important I could only feel other humans with me) watching what I could best describe to be a spoof of Masterpiece Theater... that show on public television stations where some artsy movie is being screened with some out of work British/Scottish actor giving a five minute monologue to explain to the retarded Americans who will be watching what the fuck is going on.
So it starts with the monologue... no I'm just going to say outright that this isn't going to be Masterpiece Theater proper at all, so MPT fans, save yourself the corpal tunnel.
I can't recall words, though they were spoken. The 'scene' starts with some stereotypical medieval set done on the cheap side appearing on a stage. It opens in some sort of bedchamber and Dave in a cheap king's outfit rolls out of bed with what looks like a combination between a marionette and Mr. Hand from South Park on his... right hand... I think... sigh. I can't recall any spoken dialogue but I remember which hand the fucking monstrosity was on.
So, he starts arguing with the thing like it was talking back to him... hmm, picturing David Tennant portraying a raving loonie... possibly the smallest break in reality. Again, I can't recall words, though it got heated.
At one point in my recollection there is a close up of the hand-puppet getting sprayed with this thick white liquid (I'll let your imagination figure out what that liquid is... I'm sure a nice person in the comments will fill you in if you can't figure it out on your own) and then a upshot (I think, where the camera is down pointing up) of Dave raving on like a hysterical lunatic. While I can't recall words, I'm 100% sure it was disturbingly sexual in nature and he likely said something along the lines of "did you like that!?" Let me remind you that he's talking to an inanimate object.
The really funny part was that at the time I didn't think I was dreaming at the time. I thought I was watching something really stupid on TV. I even remember remarking "Apparently David here thinks he's a comedian. He's been spending too much time with Catherine Tate. I guess the last guy who was the Scottish Captain Obvious wasn't enough for Masterpiece: they now need toilet humour."
Then I was teleported to my bed in my room, and it was then when I realized that I was dreaming.
Remember what I was saying about glitchland? Well, there's the television format, the combination of Konkie the wooden hand puppet from Trailer Park Boys and Mr. Hand from South Park. It was staged as pseudo Masterpiece Theater with a guy that actually hosted it (David Tennant... hahahahaha you fuck, serves you for leaving Doctor Who after only three seasons). There was aforementioned actor doing a role I figure he will end up with in the future if his career doesn't crash and burn. And of course, the inappropriate sex joke.
You see, I really want this to be nothing more than a bunch of random synapses that by pure coincidence and random chance formed a tangible experience. Else, what horrible thing could this dream say about me? That I'm pre-occupied with some dude across the pond that I will never see in my life?
Its just random... yeah, lets go with that.
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