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Weird dreams you've had
LTK:
My entire body was covered in bees, but for some reason it was a singular wasp among them that really bothered me. Maybe I was the bee hivemind?
cybersmurf:
As a kid I had a recurring nightmare during which our house was surrounded by kobolds. Not only that, they all were instances of the same kobold from a German TV show, Pumuckl. Rest of the details fled my mind over the decades.
SmilingCat:
Many years back I had a dream that I was a soldier in the Vietnam war. During the dream, me and the other soldiers visited a brothel of sorts, where the main attraction was a prostitute having sex with some sort of transparent jelly creature in a bath tub. After that, I went to a warehouse elsewhere where I encountered a Vietnamese child who needed to go to a military base for some reason. We got a taxi and went to the military base (riding on the back of the overloaded taxi like some of those pictures you see of trains in India, ducking razor sharp wires stretched across the road). At the military base I was separated from the child and taken to see an officer and a doctor looking over a sick man. The officer demanded I help the sick man, and when I said I couldn't, the officer uttered some sort of ear piercing cry and dissolved into sand.
So I ran. The layout of the base kept changing and every time I tried talking to someone they'd utter the same cry and dissolve the same way. Eventually I realized I was being followed by the grim reaper. I tried to get away, but every time I turned a corner, he'd get a little closer. In the end, he got close enough to swing his scyth, at which point I woke up.
It left an impression.
LeeC:
I wasn't sure where to post it, but since it was set off by I dream I think this place will do.
I had a terrible experience last night. I was in a dream where I was JCVD and I was sneaking around in a hospital/apartment building after some thugs torched all my stuff. I was climbing a ladder in the fire escape of the hospital when the ladder broke and I grabbed the ledge and pulled myself to it. I knew in the dream that by touching the cement wall with my chest it would be cold and braced for it. I then woke up, needing to go to the bathroom. Getting out of bed, going to and using the bathroom, and returning to bed; I was shivering uncontrollably as if I was nude and it was 20 degrees Fahrenheit. In reality it was 72. I think it was a psychosomatic response form the dream knowing I would be cold. I did not feel cold to the touch nor did I feel cold in general but I just could not stop shivering like I was. I got back into bed and wrapped myself in warm blankets and I was still shivering continuously. I woke up my wife and told her I can't stop shivering me and asked her to hold me to get me warm. After awhile the shivering slowed down and went away and I fell back asleep.
Morituri:
I was driving and I saw a kinetic sculpture next to the road. It was at one of those little "eyeblink towns" you find along freeways that seems to consist of a filling station, a truck stop restaurant, a hotel, and a gift shop.
The kinetic sculpture though, was fascinating and impressive. It consisted of a silver pylon, on which a thing possibly inspired by a windmill was mounted. Long silver blades, weirdly curved and twisted, many of them jointed or socketed relative to each other and all balanced so the joints could move without being affected by gravity, caught the languid desert breeze and moved. It seemed to squirm, twisting and turning and transforming itself as its joints and hinges and sockets and things all moved. The blades wove in and out around each other in a mesmerizing slow chaos, twisting and turning and sweeping through the same space but never quite colliding. Every so often they would all reach upward, or sideways, at once, making a silhouette like a stand of squirming saguaro seen through the eyes of someone on LSD.
I got out of the car and stood staring at the thing for the sort of ambiguously timeless moment that occurs in dreams, where it might have been a few seconds or hours. I became certain that it was looking back. But it just plain didn't care about me, and continued its slow-motion dance, with the sky twisting and whirling around it. It was a sentient thing of some kind, just enjoying its place in the world and the desert heat and the blast-furnace breezes that drove people inside to the relief of airconditioning.
There was a little plaque on the foot of the pylon that probably gave the name of the artist and the sculpture, but the sweeping blades were far too dangerous to get close enough to attempt to read it.
I was hungry - another condition that never bothered the perfectly placed dancer that (who) loved this place so much - and turned to go into the truck stop for dinner.
As I did so I saw a much larger sign - a wooden thing, sloppily hand-painted, in the yard of the house next to the truck stop. It was one of about four houses in the place - probably everybody who lived in those houses worked at one of the very few businesses. The sign said, "FREE FOXES."
I wondered whether it referred to a price for foxes offered as pets, or simply described a family of local foxes living free on the desert, or if it was maybe a command to anyone that found foxes constrained by pens. With this minor mystery unresolved, I think I was looking at the menu when I woke up.
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