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rionaleonhart) wrote2023-10-28 06:39 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2023-10-28 06:39 pm
I'm Not Flirting; I'm Just Adorable.
It's time to archive some of the recent dreams I've noted down on my phone. As ever, I'm doing this mainly for my own benefit - I don't expect other people to be especially interested in my dreams - but feel free to read if you're curious!
Dreamt there was a meme of making one-page 'fact sheets' about a canon, which would always conclude with a short, absurdly simple question with the same two answer options. For example, for an Until Dawn fact sheet:
QUIZ TIME!
WHO COULD HAVE PLAYED UNTIL DAWN?
A) A COCONUT B) AN OLD MAN
I find this much, much funnier than I probably should.
Dreamt some sort of long-established big-shot actress wanted to go to the moon in a rocket strapped to a hot air balloon. She was on the upper end of middle age, white, English, mid-length straightened pale blonde hair.
I watched the launch, which was silhouetted against the sky. The rocket went haywire, then crashed through the glass wall of the swimming pool room our home inexplicably had. I was afraid of seeing her body, but when I opened the rocket up she was fine.
She asked what had happened, then lamented the fact that she was a failure and she didn't know what she could do if she couldn't get to the moon. I exchanged a glance with my housemates, then explained to the actress that she was a person who'd generally be considered very successful and that there were plenty of things she might enjoy doing here on Earth.
Had a second dream in which I banged Jack Shephard of Lost? I don't have sex dreams especially often, and it's very rare for me to have sexual dreams where I'm actually involved in the sex as myself, so I'm sort of fascinated by the question of why my subconscious is so horny for Jack Shephard specifically.
Dreamt that there had been some sort of apocalypse and, in the aftermath, places had been renamed; London was now Sin Hell City. The only way to travel internationally was on giant enclosed rollercoasters - you were basically sitting in a coach that travelled along rollercoaster tracks - although thankfully the tracks, while light-up and occasionally elaborate, didn't loop.
In this post-apocalyptic dream, I was (fourteen-year-old) Ellie from The Last of Us, travelling with Joel. Joel had recently obtained a girlfriend - maybe late thirties or early forties, shoulder-length straightened black hair - and Ellie did not like this development at all. Joel and his girlfriend kissed while we were waiting for the rollercoaster; I-as-Ellie stared at them; Joel's girlfriend met my eyes while they were kissing and immediately looked away, uncomfortable.
Dreamt I attended an amateur dramatic performance of Strangers on a Train. It was set entirely on the train, with Bruno and Guy sitting opposite each other; it was also a musical. There was only room for one audience member per performance, sitting next to Guy, who on this occasion was played by my mum. I was this audience member, and I just started... improvising lines? Making myself into a character? Seems like an obnoxious thing to do, and I was mainly just pointlessly reacting, like a Greek chorus.
The performance ended with 'You Can Always Depend on the Kindness of Strangers' from The Simpsons, which in retrospect is an absolutely hilarious song choice for Strangers on a Train.
Saw owls in my dream! I kept looking up and seeing an owl swooping silently overhead, white wings outstretched. They had such big flat majestic faces.
Dreamt of a vast, beautiful, largely wild park, with mountains and forests and marshland and icy landscapes under gorgeously starry skies; the night skies there looked like the sky of the Ever-After in Suzume. Sometimes it was a real place, sometimes it was an impossibly beautiful videogame, but either way I was slowly exploring the entire park with a friend, filling in dark areas of the map. There was a 'fast-travel' option that actually panned across the landscape until you reached your destination, like taking the train in Red Dead Redemption; it took a while, but it was so pretty that I couldn't bring myself to skip it.
Also there was a big lake, and someone had to be in the lake at all times to prevent some sort of monster escaping? We befriended the person guarding the lake, who I think may have been Prompto of Final Fantasy XV, and we'd occasionally take shifts in the lake ourselves so he could get out and see some of the rest of the park in the company of whoever wasn't in the lake.
Dreamt that my housemates (or my family? the exact group of people kept shifting) were contestants on the next series of Taskmaster. They went off to film for the day and came back enthused but unable to talk about what they actually did before the episode aired. I was disappointed to wake up and realise it wasn't real; I was really looking forward to that series.
Dreamt that Elon Musk funded a racing videogame where all the playable characters were famous YouTubers. It had some nice pixel animation, but all the hard work of the animators could not make up for the fact that what they were animating was PewDiePie in a little go-kart. My housemates and I got kicked out of the launch party because we couldn't conceal our disdain for Musk when talking to him.
Dreamt that my brother Fred did some acting work performing a sex scene between two Super Mario characters. I don't remember exactly which characters or which one Fred played, but one of them was definitely Luigi and I think the other one was either Mario or Bowser. Fred asked us, the rest of his family, not to watch the sex scene because he was too embarrassed by it.
Dreamt that I and a woman I'd just met and didn't really know, but knew to be a Death Note fan (I think we were both members of a Death Note Discord), sang enthusiastically along with 'The Way Things Are' from the Death Note musical together and had a great time, even if there was some embarrassed laughter involved.
Having woken from this dream, I felt compelled to apologise to Tem. Singing Death Note musical songs together is our thing! We once performed a particularly dramatic rendition of 'Playing His Game' because I wandered into the room while Tem was listening to it; without any prior discussion, Tem took the role of L and I became Light, naturally. It felt like I'd committed some sort of bizarre musical infidelity in my dream.
Finally, here's one outside the cut, for a preview of the sort of thing I dream about:
Dreamt Light Yagami was strangling me with a face mask. Fabric mask, elasticated ear loops. I was on my back; he was on top of me, pressing the stretched elastic down hard against my throat. I'll be honest: it was not a comfortable experience.
Not a great dream, but I have to respect my subconscious mind's characterisation of Light Yagami. No 'I meet my favourite character and he finds me enrapturing' here; I meet my favourite character and he immediately murders me.
Dreamt there was a meme of making one-page 'fact sheets' about a canon, which would always conclude with a short, absurdly simple question with the same two answer options. For example, for an Until Dawn fact sheet:
WHO COULD HAVE PLAYED UNTIL DAWN?
A) A COCONUT B) AN OLD MAN
I find this much, much funnier than I probably should.
Dreamt some sort of long-established big-shot actress wanted to go to the moon in a rocket strapped to a hot air balloon. She was on the upper end of middle age, white, English, mid-length straightened pale blonde hair.
I watched the launch, which was silhouetted against the sky. The rocket went haywire, then crashed through the glass wall of the swimming pool room our home inexplicably had. I was afraid of seeing her body, but when I opened the rocket up she was fine.
She asked what had happened, then lamented the fact that she was a failure and she didn't know what she could do if she couldn't get to the moon. I exchanged a glance with my housemates, then explained to the actress that she was a person who'd generally be considered very successful and that there were plenty of things she might enjoy doing here on Earth.
Had a second dream in which I banged Jack Shephard of Lost? I don't have sex dreams especially often, and it's very rare for me to have sexual dreams where I'm actually involved in the sex as myself, so I'm sort of fascinated by the question of why my subconscious is so horny for Jack Shephard specifically.
Dreamt that there had been some sort of apocalypse and, in the aftermath, places had been renamed; London was now Sin Hell City. The only way to travel internationally was on giant enclosed rollercoasters - you were basically sitting in a coach that travelled along rollercoaster tracks - although thankfully the tracks, while light-up and occasionally elaborate, didn't loop.
In this post-apocalyptic dream, I was (fourteen-year-old) Ellie from The Last of Us, travelling with Joel. Joel had recently obtained a girlfriend - maybe late thirties or early forties, shoulder-length straightened black hair - and Ellie did not like this development at all. Joel and his girlfriend kissed while we were waiting for the rollercoaster; I-as-Ellie stared at them; Joel's girlfriend met my eyes while they were kissing and immediately looked away, uncomfortable.
Dreamt I attended an amateur dramatic performance of Strangers on a Train. It was set entirely on the train, with Bruno and Guy sitting opposite each other; it was also a musical. There was only room for one audience member per performance, sitting next to Guy, who on this occasion was played by my mum. I was this audience member, and I just started... improvising lines? Making myself into a character? Seems like an obnoxious thing to do, and I was mainly just pointlessly reacting, like a Greek chorus.
The performance ended with 'You Can Always Depend on the Kindness of Strangers' from The Simpsons, which in retrospect is an absolutely hilarious song choice for Strangers on a Train.
Saw owls in my dream! I kept looking up and seeing an owl swooping silently overhead, white wings outstretched. They had such big flat majestic faces.
Dreamt of a vast, beautiful, largely wild park, with mountains and forests and marshland and icy landscapes under gorgeously starry skies; the night skies there looked like the sky of the Ever-After in Suzume. Sometimes it was a real place, sometimes it was an impossibly beautiful videogame, but either way I was slowly exploring the entire park with a friend, filling in dark areas of the map. There was a 'fast-travel' option that actually panned across the landscape until you reached your destination, like taking the train in Red Dead Redemption; it took a while, but it was so pretty that I couldn't bring myself to skip it.
Also there was a big lake, and someone had to be in the lake at all times to prevent some sort of monster escaping? We befriended the person guarding the lake, who I think may have been Prompto of Final Fantasy XV, and we'd occasionally take shifts in the lake ourselves so he could get out and see some of the rest of the park in the company of whoever wasn't in the lake.
Dreamt that my housemates (or my family? the exact group of people kept shifting) were contestants on the next series of Taskmaster. They went off to film for the day and came back enthused but unable to talk about what they actually did before the episode aired. I was disappointed to wake up and realise it wasn't real; I was really looking forward to that series.
Dreamt that Elon Musk funded a racing videogame where all the playable characters were famous YouTubers. It had some nice pixel animation, but all the hard work of the animators could not make up for the fact that what they were animating was PewDiePie in a little go-kart. My housemates and I got kicked out of the launch party because we couldn't conceal our disdain for Musk when talking to him.
Dreamt that my brother Fred did some acting work performing a sex scene between two Super Mario characters. I don't remember exactly which characters or which one Fred played, but one of them was definitely Luigi and I think the other one was either Mario or Bowser. Fred asked us, the rest of his family, not to watch the sex scene because he was too embarrassed by it.
Dreamt that I and a woman I'd just met and didn't really know, but knew to be a Death Note fan (I think we were both members of a Death Note Discord), sang enthusiastically along with 'The Way Things Are' from the Death Note musical together and had a great time, even if there was some embarrassed laughter involved.
Having woken from this dream, I felt compelled to apologise to Tem. Singing Death Note musical songs together is our thing! We once performed a particularly dramatic rendition of 'Playing His Game' because I wandered into the room while Tem was listening to it; without any prior discussion, Tem took the role of L and I became Light, naturally. It felt like I'd committed some sort of bizarre musical infidelity in my dream.
Finally, here's one outside the cut, for a preview of the sort of thing I dream about:
Dreamt Light Yagami was strangling me with a face mask. Fabric mask, elasticated ear loops. I was on my back; he was on top of me, pressing the stretched elastic down hard against my throat. I'll be honest: it was not a comfortable experience.
Not a great dream, but I have to respect my subconscious mind's characterisation of Light Yagami. No 'I meet my favourite character and he finds me enrapturing' here; I meet my favourite character and he immediately murders me.
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Very Richard of Devizes.
The performance ended with 'You Can Always Depend on the Kindness of Strangers' from The Simpsons, which in retrospect is an absolutely hilarious song choice for Strangers on a Train.
Oh god that's hysterical.
My housemates and I got kicked out of the launch party because we couldn't conceal our disdain for Musk when talking to him.
PLAUSIBLE
In return, I offer a dream of mine from last night: I was attempting to rollerskate on a wet bit of concrete in an unknown park, with the clear intention of commuting elsewhere because I had no money. Instead, the axel of my skates broke and one of the Barbie-pink wheels came off in my hand. A very tall dude showed up and offered to help me fix it, but by the time he'd finished explaining why he was qualified to do so, I'd sorted it out myself.
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I love the image of you grimly fixing your skates while this guy tells you why he should be doing it.
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(Although that does remind me of finding out one of my university profs was not just a doctoral candidate but an actor, and his biggest role was acting opposite Viggo Mortensen. He did not want to discuss it in class!)
I read somewhere that there's no such thing as a completely made up person in a dream. Like, if you see a face in a dream, it's a face you've seen somewhere in real life. I am not terribly convinced as per my own dreams, honestly. Do you feel that's accurate for your dreams?
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I saw that on Tumblr once, and I'm convinced it can't be right - not just because I'm sure my dreams have produced faces I've never seen before, but because I don't think there's any possible way that could reliably have been researched! How could anyone possibly prove that nobody has ever made up a face in their dreams, given that it is literally impossible for anyone to a) view someone else's dream or b) establish every face a person has ever seen?
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