I had a dream

I actually dreamt, last night, that I got banned on the forum here and was trying to cope with it. Sad, isn't it?

Make some more threads like this and your dream may come true!

Er...shit. :) I'll try to make this thread substantial. Anyone else have some interesting or significant dreams or maybe some weird ones?

Well, heres an extract from my dream journal from the other day:

I am talking to Lut on IRC with some other people. He tells of how he was raided by the police and shot repeatedly (fortunately he was wearing a bullet proof vest) and hes now switching to Unreal instead. I try to get him to explain what happened. It is some kind of extreme legal system where if you even give details of a level the police will shoot you (Afterglow points out even a map with only 5 vertices). I still dont totally understand (in the dream or now).

In the same dream I built some kind of huge machine out of bits of wood and I was in a house full of moths.

Sounds like an interesting premise for a story or novel. Could it be applied to a Doom fanfic? Possibly.

Heres another one from back in august. This one makes me laugh.

I am in some control centre as a guy on a radio admits that he may have to kill himself, and that he hears people coming and will actually have to do it now. Then I am the man. Everything is all mixed up. I am a soldier or something, outside a house by the sea on a small jetty. I am commanding some lower officer to shoot me and he does, then I am the junior officer. Then I am the previous but now not dead and the junior is gone. I have some kind of sword but it is very bendy, and more like a large thin saw. I run through an archway into a street. There are two tony blairs here: one seems to be an imposter sent to kill me and another is the real blair who has no idea what is going on. I battle with the imposter blair with my sword and kill him. Then some people in a car shoot at me. Then I realise it is all a computer game I am playing, it seems to be the linux port of doom which has been nicknamed "DDT: Dave Taylor Loses"

I found another one where I was in London at some kind of doom show, except I turned up on the wrong day. There was also another dream where a chocolate egg disease made all the posts on doomworld go to post hell.

This dream really did take place last night, I swear it. I am not fabricating or lying about anything.
Last night I dreamed I was having sex with a hot looking redheaded woman in a church of all places. That was pretty much it. It's still very vivid, let me tell ya :)
I need to have these dreams all the time...

My dream I had the night of January 24/25th

So there I was, my dream started with me walking down the bookstore hallway of my school. I turned the corner to
where ahead, it splits off into the sub and into the G hallway. My g/f's dad appeared there and was really mad at me.
I don't know why, but of course in my dream, I talked back to him and he got really mad, went outside where he had 2
shotguns against the wall and fired 1 off into the air. A crowd was forming and it seemed like I was the Van Wilder of
Fanshawe, people were my friends and one took one of his shotguns and fired it off too, I guess trying to get a fight
going. Then we were back inside and he took a swing at me,
which resulted in a few people grabbing him and beating the shit out of him. My dad showed up because my g/f's dad had
said he wanted to kick his ass for some unknown reason. My dad grabbed him and beat the shit out of him with me getting
a few shots in as well. In real life this would probably be how it happened, as I have met her dad, and mine towers over
him, and weighs more. My g/f's dad stumbled a bit in the hallway and went after someone else while everyone else was
yelling at him. He threw
a punch at a guy that wasn't very big, yet the guy managed to hold him there. I came in and kicked the shit out of him
and said "listen buddy, regardless, don't get the thought in your head I'm gonna ever try to pull something on your
daughter in the first place" and then gave him one more punch to the throat and he went down. Up until now I had no idea
what the point of the dream was but now I realized it, regardless though, in the dream it all made sense before I even
knew the point of it all. Anyways back to the dream. I then saw the police cars and everyone quickly darted away. The
police were given my info, a guy in a red hoodie with a yellow winter RR hat. I took off quickly, ditching the hat by
taking it off using my sweater so as not to get finger prints on it. I then kept walking, steadily as the hallways
cleared and I heard cops talking and walking through the hallways, I had to get my hoodie off. Amazingly I walked past 3
or 4 cops before deciding to ditch the hoodie in an empty locker. Some of my friends said they would tell the cops false
directions to as where I was in the school. One of the police saw me before in the sweater and soon after without it, in
my blue nike shirt. He started chasing me and it was on. I was running for my life from police who were out to kill me.
Dodging through hallways, I never did think to just run OUTSIDE the school and hide outside, I guess my dream didn't
want me to do that or hadn't thought that part up yet. So I was running my heart out through the hallways hearing cops
close behind me. They weren't saying anything but I knew they were there. I got back out to the hallway of my g/f's dads
unconcious body. I ran back down another hallway which seemed to have the radio station, that was a hallway that splits
off in 3 ways. There is no such hallway in Fanshawe but it was in the dream. I was running and one of my girl friends was
behind me saying "Shit he's coming! RUN!" and then I heard her following me crying/yelling "Go he's right fucking here!"
I looked back and she had tears in her eyes. I got to a stairwell with 2 guys at the bottom of it. I told them that I
needed them to catch me. I jumped over the railing but for some reason I didn't need to be caught as the landing was just
fine. I got back up and ran back down hallways, through a few classrooms, eventually to the triangular hallway. I went
into the radio station room
and sat at a desk, keeping my head low. I read on the table my name, along with a few others. cops must have been given
their names and descriptions from this station. However, before I knew it I heard the door open slowly, and I knew who it
was. A cop. My point of view flashed to the cop's eyes who was showing me sitting there, my face sweaty and nervous, but
not looking over at him. At this point he raised his gun. As he was raising it though, I woke up, and that was the end of
it. So I really don't know what happened but I probably died.

Oh ya, I wrote this down right after it happened. It was to say the least, a very action packed dream.

I don't know.. I remember that I had a doom dream a long time ago (it had a doom feeling to it). This was before I played doom2, and when I played it last october, there was a level that was almost exactly like in my dream.

Cribbed from another forum I post on:

I have my wierdest and clearest dreams after I've been woken up, and went back to sleep because it was too early. This is one of them.

I'm driving down a busy street, trying to get into position to get on the freeway. I need o turn around, so I pull into this side street by the freeway to pull a U-turn. This side street turns into a dead-end muddy road with a bunch of white gang kids hanging around. They start approaching me, and I know they wanna steal my car. They talk with these tones of "friendship" that you know is gonna lead to them doing something to you in the near future. Somehow, one of them grabs my keys and mocks me by making a show of running away with them, but i manage to grab the keys back somehow. I get away, but not before one of them kicks in my car's windshield.

My family is hanging out with a bunch of friends, in the living room of our house on a bright day. Somebody has brought over these four playful young puppies, and I've already named two of them after the four horsemen of the apocalypse. My sisters seem to agree with "Famine" (Fammy) for the hungry one and "Pestilence" (Pesty) for the mischevious, adventurous one, but they seem to take issue with the name "War."

At the same time, I'm playing this video game where I'm driving around this narrow mountainside road trying to get past all these pixelated drunk drivers that are all over the place. I die and restart several times. In the background, my dad is talking to his friends about this book he's trying to write. He wants to get in touch with another friend, living out of state, for some case info or something. Anway, everyone is standing around drinking when the phone rings. One of my dad's friends cannot figure out how the hell to work the wireless phone (you push TALK, dumbass), so I gotta run in and take the phone on the fifth ring. I answer it, and it's the friend, so I give it to my dad, and he gets what he needs. Then dad passes the phone back to me, and his friend starts recounting his time in school with my dad. Something about the value of friendship, or something.

So anyway, we all wind up at this one place. Funny, I've seen this same restaraunt in another dream: underground, really spacious place, busy, must be Italian by the look of the few paintings on the wall. They've got barrels of this beer with some kind of religious name that I remember is good.

At some point, I'm walking around and I see this new Shadowrun sourcebook sitting around, apparently I had made up a test character for this book, and the author and artist had taken the idea and run with it, making several variants of the "I am Jack's Face" archetype. It was some kind of extremely charismatic gutterpunk character. I made a note to pick up a few copies to keep.

For some reason, me and a bunch of coworkers are in checkstands and working in a room in the middle of this restaraunt. I'm really stressed out for some reason, and I'm trying to get this one guy checked out. We're trying to figure out paying with twenties and fives. Finally he gets frustrated or something and just hands me the wad of fives, more than he needs to pay the bill, and walks away. I have no idea what to do, so I get out a twenty for four of this guy's fives. By this time my sisters have shown up, so I shut down my till and go with them.

So I'm walkig around this big, underground Italian place after I end my shift. Somehow, I piss of these two Greek-looking guys who start to chase me all around the restaraunt. I pick up a pretty good lead and decide that they won't attack me if I'm in a public area, but the guys get the jump on me near the computer room/beer storage. They stomp on me a few times and leave me be. I'm not hurt that bad.

After whatever our bunch had planned to do, we're in the parking garage under an old-fashioned mall or something. Dad's in our car, and pulled up behind one of our friends' car, and everyone is just standing around talking. This one car pulls up behind my dad and stops abruptly with his bumper a few centimeters off of Dad's. Dad starts trying to maneuver to give this guy room to get by, but the guy is very deliberatly crowding my dad in. I look in the new car and see the same two guys who attacked me earlier. My dad gets himself totally wedged in with the other guy's bumper almost touching our car's passenger doors.

Dad jumps out of the car and takes off running through the parking garage. (He's making pretty good speed for a guy with one bad leg and the other bad ankle.) The older Greek guy takes off running after him; the younger guy gets out and starts fighting one of my dad's buddies who'se run over to see what's wrong. Dad's friend gets hit, and I move in and get a couple punches in to take the guy down. The guy's daughters (look like eighth-graders or so) get out to see if he's okay, but I stomp on the guy's head to make sure he stays down for a while. I take off after my dad and the other guy.

The older guy has cornered my dad outside one of the underground shops in this mall. The guy gets a cheap kick into my dad's nuts, and Dad falls to his knees, hurting. The security guards are staring at the scene trying to figure out who has jurisdiction. A lot of bystanders start running in to help Dad, and the attacker is making a big production out of looking bored and yawning before meeting someone's charge and taking them down. While this guy is showing off his leet karate skills, I sneak in behind this one running bystander and kick the guy while he's off-balance from one of his demonstration spinning kicks. I beat on the guy until he stops moving. Then I run over to my dad, who is still clutching his nuts in agony, and try ot help him up, saying "Don't worry, I've avenged you".

That's the end of the dream. That last part is weird because I have never won a serious fight in my life (couldn't even show if I tried) and my dad, despite pushing 60 and overweight, would never back down from a real fight.

I dreamed last night that I was IN Doomworld. You were all there too. Wierd.

Lut was yelling something about 'The morons are back... Again!'

IMJack said:

I have my wierdest and clearest dreams after I've been woken up, and went back to sleep because it was too early. This is one of them.

same with me, except is because I wake up too late and choose to sleep again instead of going to class..

Vulg@r said:

I actually dreamt, last night, that I got banned on the forum here and was trying to cope with it. Sad, isn't it?

Was Doomcenter in this dream? :P

Don't get me started on dreams please. I've been having some pretty damn weird ones recently, all doom related too.

Well, I had a dream the other night that I became a mod here at Doomworld...it was very strange.

I've had some very strange dreams before. Once I had scrolling credits at the end of one of them (seriously!). And when they finished, I woke up. Another time I had subtitles in my dream.

And (I'm an only child, mind you), one time, I dreamt that I had a sister and had a rather physical relationship with her...

Once, I went to bed with Rammstein playing all night and all my dreams were in German.

...The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of bananas danced in their heads...

Ichor said:

...The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of bananas danced in their heads...

Or in your case, Frost and Blood Liches :)

I keep dreaming that a coyote or wolf comes from the forest behind my house and attacks my dog or mother.. then I always end up with a gun trying to kill it...

And I never do.. I either hit my mother, hit my dog, or wound the wolf into a mad frenzy of death....

No, in my case, it would be a thousand Imps and various zombies all in a field, with three Flame Centaurs wiping the whole lot out in less than a minute. The Blood Lich would be around to laugh at the Pain Elementals.

Silverwyvern: Try dropping a large boulder on it next time.

the_Danarchist said:

Once, I went to bed with Rammstein playing all night and all my dreams were in German.

ROFLMAO that's hilarious

My dreams are very fucked up, usually because they are sleep-deprived, or that I take large quantities of caffine right before falling asleep.

in the dream I just woke up from, I was living in an old-fashoned apartment above a barber shop in a trendy part of Calgary called Kensington. The usually busy street outside the shop had been replaced with brick, and traffic was closed off. I went downstairs and was handed a jar of pickles. outside, many people were anxious to meet me, and I had to hide in the barber shop and paint it lime green. Then I was back at my real house, waiting to watch a porn parody with my parents (?) and was trying to put my music CD's into a Game CD wallet, and I couldn't find all the original jewel cases.

then I woke up.

Ichor said:

Silverwyvern: Try dropping a large boulder on it next time.

Oh I'll try ;)

Once I had a dream I was falling .. and halfway through I decided I didn't want to fall so an elevator appeared... ;)

Silverwyvern said:

I keep dreaming that a coyote or wolf comes from the forest behind my house and attacks my dog or mother.. then I always end up with a gun trying to kill it...

And I never do.. I either hit my mother, hit my dog, or wound the wolf into a mad frenzy of death....

You are that wolf!

I had a whole bunch of dreams throught the times from the last dreams thread to now... Yup, sure did. But they are all too strange to be told here. Besides, they deal with me and this one girl I like... (NO NO!!! I BET KNOW WHAT Y'ALL ARE THINKING!!! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!!!!!) Anyways, so no I wont tell you my recent dreams.

I dream of Impies. :P

myk said:

You are that wolf!

How do you figure? ;)

Wait, did your dream have anything to do with SomethingAwful and Lowtax? :)

Heh...Yes, I don't think that hugging my mommy and telling myself it wasn't real won't rid me of that nightmare. :)

[18:18] I really wish I would stop having these Doom dreams
[18:18] Making friends with a Cacodemon, I can live with that
[18:18] But when UrHaSh breaks into my house for a deathmatch, I have to draw the line =]

[17:23] I had this weird dream that linguica whent insane and changed the doomworld logo to a picture of sverre

[23:49] ONE TIME I HAD A WET DREAM WHERE I HAD SEX WITH A BIG PIE OF LASAGNA. TRUE STORY

[15:34] i didn't dream about Urhash last night
[15:50] Ur, I didn't dream about you last night, I swear

I wonder if quasar dreams in C++
quasar would like try to have a wet dream
and he'd get compile errors
"ERROR: func_erection is undefined"

i had a dream about irc last night :/
in my dream, everyone hated me
it wasnt a dream

Bloodshedder said:
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*looks around and waits for the post-hell-mobile.