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rionaleonhart) wrote2026-03-28 01:44 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2026-03-28 01:44 pm
And Only Two Of Them Feature Robert Grove. Which Is Admittedly Fifty Percent Of The Dreams Here.
Dream roundup time! It's only been three weeks since the last one, but I've had some convoluted dreams lately.
This dream is one I've briefly alluded to in a previous entry, so aspects of it may sound familiar, but here it is in full detail!
Dreamt I was walking around a vast shopping centre; Robert Grove of The Goes Wrong Show was also present at this shopping centre. At one point Robert went into the men's loos in front of me, and I... slipped in there with him before he could close the door??
It turned out that there wasn't a communal men's room; this door led to a single room containing a small toilet and sink. It wasn't vast, but it was definitely a larger room than you'd expect for what was essentially just a bathroom stall: disabled-stall size, but without any of the accommodations you'd expect in a disabled stall. This was convenient for my nefarious purposes. It felt oddly cavelike; the walls were dark grey and looked roughly hewn.
Anyway, Robert was now staring at me, understandably, because some madwoman had followed him into his bathroom stall. I suggested by unsubtle implication that we could bang there in the loos. He continued to stare, evidently slightly aghast, and then left. (Without using the loo; he was, mysteriously, apparently not that keen on the prospect of pissing in front of me.) Although my conduct in this dream may not have been great, I am impressed by myself for rendering Robert Grove speechless; it's not an easy feat!
I needed the loo myself, and considered using the one in the room I'd found myself in, but it was bizarrely small and looked uncomfortable to use. I left the room, planning to go to the ladies' loos, but something abruptly went wrong with my legs; they started moving without my input, and uncontrollably zoomed me at great speed away from the shopping centre. I was alarmed to realise, as the streets flashed by, that I was moving in an unfamiliar direction and would probably end up lost (although I was in a city, so at least finding my way back to familiar ground should be reasonably doable).
When I eventually stopped zooming, I still needed the loo. Fortunately, it looked like there was a public toilet sign opposite. I followed it down some steps.
It became clear from further signage that this toilet was specifically for the use of customers at a trendy bar that only allowed duos; nobody turning up on their own would be served. Not being a customer, I had evidently made an error, but, having come this far, I thought I might as well see if I could still get away with going to the loo.
Unfortunately, the steps led into the trendy bar itself, rather than directly to the loos. I made my way through the bar, trying not to look too obtrusive, keeping an eye out for the entrance to the toilets.
A member of bar staff called out to me that I would have to remove my spectacles; glasses were not allowed here.
I was taken aback. 'But - but I won't be able to see.'
He shrugged. 'I'm as surprised as you,' he said, dryly.
Fine. I wasn't going to get to use the loo, evidently, but at least I now had an obvious reason for leaving that was less awkward than 'caught in my illicit effort to use the customer toilets'. I turned around and started walking back to the entrance, catching up on the way with my dad, who was apparently now also here.
'You're not using the loo?' he asked.
'Take your fucking glasses off, Dad,' I replied, tongue-in-cheek.
Dreamt that I was travelling with a few companions: my mum, my brother Joseph, and Ralsei of Deltarune. Our journey was very videogamey: we'd periodically travel to a new location, where we'd get a little house to serve as a base, and there were fast travel points that let us teleport back to places we'd been before. Each new house was identical to the houses we'd had in previous locations.
I was curious about whether these identical houses in different locations were physically exactly the same house. Did each different front door actually lead into the same building, in the way they might in a videogame? For some unfathomable reason, rather than testing this by e.g. leaving a scrap of paper on the floor in one house and seeing whether it was still there in the next, I decided to test this by leaving the freezer door open when we left the latest house - our third - for the next location.
I'd see whether our house in the new place had its freezer door open, I reasoned. If it did, I could close it from there; if it didn't, I could fast travel back here to close the freezer door.
We took a train to the next town and walked around the streets, looking to progress the plot. I was increasingly on edge. The freezer door had been open for ages, and we still hadn't gained access to the house in the new location. Worse: we hadn't unlocked fast travel in this place yet, so I couldn't just teleport back to the last town to close the freezer. I mentioned the source of my stress to Joseph, who told me not to worry so much about it; we'd left the previous house behind, after all, and were no longer based there.
It was no good. I couldn't stop thinking about it.
'I have to go back to the last place,' I told Ralsei, when we were at a bookshop. 'It's driving me fucking nuts.'
Ralsei, surprised, asked why. When I told him I'd left the freezer open, he went 'oh, of course you must go!'
I became briefly distracted by a display of Final Fantasy notebooks in the bookshop; each notebook's cover was moving, featuring a little clip of a few seconds from an in-game FMV. The different notebook designs featured various character combinations, including Cloud and Aerith, Cloud and Tifa etc. Final Fantasy VIII was, as usual, tragically underrepresented, although I think there may have been a Laguna, Kiros and Ward notebook. But I couldn't linger here; I had to go back to the previous town - the long way, as we still hadn't unlocked fast travel - and close our freezer!
I walked hastily back to the train station.
All the trains were cancelled.
Dreamt I was on a ship (sailing or space? unclear) and had to hide from hostile Cardassians (of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine). I hid in a wardrobe, but I could see straight through the door as one of them approached; it was stressful! He tried the wardrobe door (fortunately it seemed to be opaque from his perspective) but left when he found himself unable to open it, which was an enormous relief.
Finally: I think I dreamt last night that Robert of The Goes Wrong Show turned into a small aeroplane and Chris turned into an engine? They were indoors - in a restaurant or something, rather than a hangar - so it was a very small aeroplane: still larger than a person, certainly, but able to fit in a room. It was strangely intimate, because Chris was nestled against Robert's aeroplane 'neck', where the forward edge of the wing met the fuselage, and rumbling/purring.
I am now weirdly emotionally invested in aeroplane/engine slash, and I don't know what to do with this feeling.
Wait, did this happen because I was talking yesterday about what it would be like to be next to Robert Grove on a flight?
This dream is one I've briefly alluded to in a previous entry, so aspects of it may sound familiar, but here it is in full detail!
Dreamt I was walking around a vast shopping centre; Robert Grove of The Goes Wrong Show was also present at this shopping centre. At one point Robert went into the men's loos in front of me, and I... slipped in there with him before he could close the door??
It turned out that there wasn't a communal men's room; this door led to a single room containing a small toilet and sink. It wasn't vast, but it was definitely a larger room than you'd expect for what was essentially just a bathroom stall: disabled-stall size, but without any of the accommodations you'd expect in a disabled stall. This was convenient for my nefarious purposes. It felt oddly cavelike; the walls were dark grey and looked roughly hewn.
Anyway, Robert was now staring at me, understandably, because some madwoman had followed him into his bathroom stall. I suggested by unsubtle implication that we could bang there in the loos. He continued to stare, evidently slightly aghast, and then left. (Without using the loo; he was, mysteriously, apparently not that keen on the prospect of pissing in front of me.) Although my conduct in this dream may not have been great, I am impressed by myself for rendering Robert Grove speechless; it's not an easy feat!
I needed the loo myself, and considered using the one in the room I'd found myself in, but it was bizarrely small and looked uncomfortable to use. I left the room, planning to go to the ladies' loos, but something abruptly went wrong with my legs; they started moving without my input, and uncontrollably zoomed me at great speed away from the shopping centre. I was alarmed to realise, as the streets flashed by, that I was moving in an unfamiliar direction and would probably end up lost (although I was in a city, so at least finding my way back to familiar ground should be reasonably doable).
When I eventually stopped zooming, I still needed the loo. Fortunately, it looked like there was a public toilet sign opposite. I followed it down some steps.
It became clear from further signage that this toilet was specifically for the use of customers at a trendy bar that only allowed duos; nobody turning up on their own would be served. Not being a customer, I had evidently made an error, but, having come this far, I thought I might as well see if I could still get away with going to the loo.
Unfortunately, the steps led into the trendy bar itself, rather than directly to the loos. I made my way through the bar, trying not to look too obtrusive, keeping an eye out for the entrance to the toilets.
A member of bar staff called out to me that I would have to remove my spectacles; glasses were not allowed here.
I was taken aback. 'But - but I won't be able to see.'
He shrugged. 'I'm as surprised as you,' he said, dryly.
Fine. I wasn't going to get to use the loo, evidently, but at least I now had an obvious reason for leaving that was less awkward than 'caught in my illicit effort to use the customer toilets'. I turned around and started walking back to the entrance, catching up on the way with my dad, who was apparently now also here.
'You're not using the loo?' he asked.
'Take your fucking glasses off, Dad,' I replied, tongue-in-cheek.
Dreamt that I was travelling with a few companions: my mum, my brother Joseph, and Ralsei of Deltarune. Our journey was very videogamey: we'd periodically travel to a new location, where we'd get a little house to serve as a base, and there were fast travel points that let us teleport back to places we'd been before. Each new house was identical to the houses we'd had in previous locations.
I was curious about whether these identical houses in different locations were physically exactly the same house. Did each different front door actually lead into the same building, in the way they might in a videogame? For some unfathomable reason, rather than testing this by e.g. leaving a scrap of paper on the floor in one house and seeing whether it was still there in the next, I decided to test this by leaving the freezer door open when we left the latest house - our third - for the next location.
I'd see whether our house in the new place had its freezer door open, I reasoned. If it did, I could close it from there; if it didn't, I could fast travel back here to close the freezer door.
We took a train to the next town and walked around the streets, looking to progress the plot. I was increasingly on edge. The freezer door had been open for ages, and we still hadn't gained access to the house in the new location. Worse: we hadn't unlocked fast travel in this place yet, so I couldn't just teleport back to the last town to close the freezer. I mentioned the source of my stress to Joseph, who told me not to worry so much about it; we'd left the previous house behind, after all, and were no longer based there.
It was no good. I couldn't stop thinking about it.
'I have to go back to the last place,' I told Ralsei, when we were at a bookshop. 'It's driving me fucking nuts.'
Ralsei, surprised, asked why. When I told him I'd left the freezer open, he went 'oh, of course you must go!'
I became briefly distracted by a display of Final Fantasy notebooks in the bookshop; each notebook's cover was moving, featuring a little clip of a few seconds from an in-game FMV. The different notebook designs featured various character combinations, including Cloud and Aerith, Cloud and Tifa etc. Final Fantasy VIII was, as usual, tragically underrepresented, although I think there may have been a Laguna, Kiros and Ward notebook. But I couldn't linger here; I had to go back to the previous town - the long way, as we still hadn't unlocked fast travel - and close our freezer!
I walked hastily back to the train station.
All the trains were cancelled.
Dreamt I was on a ship (sailing or space? unclear) and had to hide from hostile Cardassians (of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine). I hid in a wardrobe, but I could see straight through the door as one of them approached; it was stressful! He tried the wardrobe door (fortunately it seemed to be opaque from his perspective) but left when he found himself unable to open it, which was an enormous relief.
Finally: I think I dreamt last night that Robert of The Goes Wrong Show turned into a small aeroplane and Chris turned into an engine? They were indoors - in a restaurant or something, rather than a hangar - so it was a very small aeroplane: still larger than a person, certainly, but able to fit in a room. It was strangely intimate, because Chris was nestled against Robert's aeroplane 'neck', where the forward edge of the wing met the fuselage, and rumbling/purring.
I am now weirdly emotionally invested in aeroplane/engine slash, and I don't know what to do with this feeling.
Wait, did this happen because I was talking yesterday about what it would be like to be next to Robert Grove on a flight?