Once in a while (perhaps one or two in a fortnight) I have very vivid, and detailed dreams. Those that are long and bewildering enough I'm compelled to draw out, as it makes a better story. Ergo, since this one I had written out this morning (this is the abridged version, and less detailed version), I'd suppose I'd share it:
It took place in an average hypermarket store (not unlike Tesco or Costco), but rather than gruntwork performed by employees, stocking/shelving/inventory was run by mechanized AI.. Aisles, freezers and the like would signal when and where they needed restocking.. That is where the locker comes in.
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One of the walk-in freezer lockers had gone awry. It wasn't simply abusing things within it's limit of power, but beyond that. All of it's contents were being broken down into baseless structures and pieced again into whatever the locker needed, be it organic or what-have-you. Time and logic therefore went with it, all for the sake of building itself, filling itself. This was first noticed when one staff member was pulled in and destroyed, with others to follow.
The majority of my time was negotiating with this sentient icebox, and with the help of a few unrecognizeable security faces, see how one could dismantle, shut down, or reason with it. Moments before the dream had ended, We were able to sever the power, stop the floor drones from continuously feeding it and turn the thing off. When it rebooted (non-functioning save for the AI), I attempted to speak to the beast again:
Freezer: *shut down time: 82.7 seconds*
Myself: Now, will you listen? We can turn you off and take you apart!
Freezer: But what of my organic components, William?
When that door opened, it wasn't a walk-in locker anymore. It looked all too similar to my childhood bedroom, blue walls and all. Growths on the wall opened forth and pulled me in gingerly and carefully.
The most important thing about this dream was that I've never experienced one that actually spoke my name, let alone with such clarity. I've been told I should publish and illustrate a book, as I have several dozen stories composed in this manner. No, none of this story is made up, or elaborated. It's all factual details from the dream itself
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A very strange yet intruiging dream Lute.
I too always make sure to write down dreams that are most memorable and worthy of note. Although I dont recall any dream where I've been called by name. I find the most vivid, and usually most disturbing dreams I have are when I'm ill with flu/cold. No idea why
It would make a good story... maybe a short story, which I always find more preferable to novels, since they dont beat around the bush and mess around for ages, thus getting down to the core storyline much faster
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I too always make sure to write down dreams that are most memorable and worthy of note. Although I dont recall any dream where I've been called by name. I find the most vivid, and usually most disturbing dreams I have are when I'm ill with flu/cold. No idea why
It would make a good story... maybe a short story, which I always find more preferable to novels, since they dont beat around the bush and mess around for ages, thus getting down to the core storyline much faster
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It's like a futuristic Edgar Allan Poe story or something! I love Poe so I definately like this story. Indeed it's something that could be published if you ask me. Incredible, I wish I had more clear dreams I could remember. Unfortunately I hardly ever do remember them.
BTW I'd love to read the detailed version. *hint*
BTW I'd love to read the detailed version. *hint*
Go into writing, sounds like your dreams are a mix of stephen king and isaac asimov.
My name being called in dreams is nothing unusual. I have bizarro dreams from time to time. Almost always everything in the dream is totally mundane, but still intriguing to me.
Regular stuff happens to be from everyday life, but everything around me is to put it simply, "different" The layout of my house, other locations, the roads are all different, and I'm aware they're different in the dream, but I'm still familiar with it all. People are different too, they look the same, but I'll know and regularly see people in a dream I haven't seen in years, or know people who aren't more than familiar faces to me.
It's like if it was my life in an alternate universe or something.
That, or I'll sometimes have dreams about something I've seen or thought of during my day, like a movie, show or book or something. Usually after watching some kind of horror/suspense where people do stupid things that get themselves killed. and I'll be in the same situation but I'll be my wiseass self and do something completely different(and often more obvious and straightforward) than what happened)
I've had dreams of being in Tamriel.
The most bizarre dreams though, always seem to involve unusually large buildings of different forms(sometimes a skyscraper, airport or mall like or a combination) in what feels like NYC. And some kind of odd adventure.
Most recently, that combined with an Oblivion dream involving martin, the mythic dawn, mehrunes dagon, ocato and another hidden heir to the throne of tamriel that was a woman.
My name being called in dreams is nothing unusual. I have bizarro dreams from time to time. Almost always everything in the dream is totally mundane, but still intriguing to me.
Regular stuff happens to be from everyday life, but everything around me is to put it simply, "different" The layout of my house, other locations, the roads are all different, and I'm aware they're different in the dream, but I'm still familiar with it all. People are different too, they look the same, but I'll know and regularly see people in a dream I haven't seen in years, or know people who aren't more than familiar faces to me.
It's like if it was my life in an alternate universe or something.
That, or I'll sometimes have dreams about something I've seen or thought of during my day, like a movie, show or book or something. Usually after watching some kind of horror/suspense where people do stupid things that get themselves killed. and I'll be in the same situation but I'll be my wiseass self and do something completely different(and often more obvious and straightforward) than what happened)
I've had dreams of being in Tamriel.
The most bizarre dreams though, always seem to involve unusually large buildings of different forms(sometimes a skyscraper, airport or mall like or a combination) in what feels like NYC. And some kind of odd adventure.
Most recently, that combined with an Oblivion dream involving martin, the mythic dawn, mehrunes dagon, ocato and another hidden heir to the throne of tamriel that was a woman.
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Having mixed up properties to your location, despite being familiar, is quite a common but nevertheless interesting quality. Often people have scenarios inverted or backwards, or key locations similar, but hallways/roads made up as one goes along. Same goes with faces and objects (someone's face may be mirrored, but you still know them)
Often, people have dreams when faced with an event, dilemma or some other noteable unworked situation from the day experienced. Even, for example, a viewed movie, the subconcious will still toy and tool with these concepts until it's satisfied. Same goes with every query in the waking life.
A dream is, as I've come to title it, the mind's epiphany
Often, people have dreams when faced with an event, dilemma or some other noteable unworked situation from the day experienced. Even, for example, a viewed movie, the subconcious will still toy and tool with these concepts until it's satisfied. Same goes with every query in the waking life.
A dream is, as I've come to title it, the mind's epiphany
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Sounds wacky. Maybe you could write short kids stories, like that guy.. forget his name... Ah, R.L. Stein, was it? Unless you could really make the story long and drawn out Lots of filler, like the personal life of the main character or something. I've had a few nice ones myself. In fact, I vividly remember one a few days ago. (And maybe this was inspired by Snakes on a Plane, though it was before the movie came out.)I think it might be the best dream I've ever had.
The basics of it was that I was in this huge, indoor waterpark, identical to the one I had visited several days before in real life. I and a few friends were walking around, trying out different slides and whatnot. We did this for awhile, and then finally went up to the arcade on the next floor, which was more like a balcony overlooking the waterpark. We were shooting pool, (In the dream, we actually shot two racks without skipping ahead, one of which I won, the other I lost. It was that realistic.) and an alarm went off in the back somewhere, near the lockers.
There was this gigantic tiki-bucket thing that went off about every ten minutes, and poured huge amounts of water down from the third floor. When it was about to pour, an alarm would go off so that the kids had time to get under it. We assumed this was what the alarm was, so we kept playing. Then, one of my friends, Chris, mentioned that it didn't sound much like the tiki, and that the bucket didn't look very full. I glanced over and agreed, and then the place lost power. All the games in the arcade went down, everything. Except the alarms. (Call this one of those miracles dreams seem to have in plenty.) They were resounding throughout the place now, and workers were scrambling to see what was going on.
There was still an erie light filtering in from the not-so-near entrance. Suddenly, there was a scream. One of the women on the balcony with us was pointing into the water below. There was a dark spot in one of the pools that people slide into when they come out of a slide. Whatever the spot was, it seemingly was moving. It was obscure because of the darkness. One of the workers grabbed a spotlight, and shown it in the area of the spot. It quickly shot to the other end of the pool, and slithered up the exit chute. People were freaking out, and started flying towards the doors. They found however, that they had been locked and barracaded. There were SWAT team soldiers on the other side, in full suit with M-16s. They pointed it at the people and commanded them to stay back, and that the place was locked down.
Anyway, chaos ensued, and soon after, one of the things got onto the balcony. If you can imagine the Godzilla from the movies a few years ago, (Or more recently, on that Doritos commercial...) It was like a cross between that, but komodo dragon-sized, and looked as though it had some Alien Vs. Pradator in it. It went on four legs, and ran exceptionally fast. Well, in short, there was loads of them, in the waterpark, in the lockers, everywhere.
After about 30 people had been killed, people began absolutely panicing, passing out and having heart attacks. Me and my group of friends went to the doors that people were crowding around. The SWAT was still there, and there were army vehicles everywhere. We, getting desperate grabbed some of those fire emergency axes from the wall, which were conveniently loose. I won't go into detail, but the rest of the dream entailed us and a group of some other braver guys from the balcony, fighting our way down into the resteraunt/ kitchen, finding two pistols and a tazer that had been kept in a security room for crowd control, and various knives from the kitchen. Some guy managed to get into his locker and find some Brut deoderant, which we later turned into a flamethrower. It was amazingly detailed.
The rest involved us battling not only the freaky creatures and their queen thing that was about the size of a horse, but also eventually taking on the SWAT team in a shooting match, and finally breaking out of the place. By now, 50-60 people lay dead and the creatures were still rampant. There was never really an ending, the dream stopped when we broke through the glass with an emergency axe after the SWAT team had retreated. I would add an ending that pictures us walking triumphantly from the park. One or two of the creatures escape, setting up a sequal. It would turn out that the government had done some experimental breeding or something, hence the army and lockdown of the park.
Kind of fun, I was impressed by the imagination I had in my own dreams, even though it was sort of uber and unrealistic. But, how realistic are talking killer freezers? Mine can be a bit bazar. Anyway, I've thought about this dream a lot since I had it last week, so you bringing this up is odd. Maybe we could go in together on a book?
Edit: Orix - I always have worse or more odd dreams when I have the flu! I had this one where I was selling limeade to ice skaters... Most memorable.
Eraser: I'm always called my name in my dreams. And usually, I'm with people who've moved away and I really miss, but haven't seen in a while.
The basics of it was that I was in this huge, indoor waterpark, identical to the one I had visited several days before in real life. I and a few friends were walking around, trying out different slides and whatnot. We did this for awhile, and then finally went up to the arcade on the next floor, which was more like a balcony overlooking the waterpark. We were shooting pool, (In the dream, we actually shot two racks without skipping ahead, one of which I won, the other I lost. It was that realistic.) and an alarm went off in the back somewhere, near the lockers.
There was this gigantic tiki-bucket thing that went off about every ten minutes, and poured huge amounts of water down from the third floor. When it was about to pour, an alarm would go off so that the kids had time to get under it. We assumed this was what the alarm was, so we kept playing. Then, one of my friends, Chris, mentioned that it didn't sound much like the tiki, and that the bucket didn't look very full. I glanced over and agreed, and then the place lost power. All the games in the arcade went down, everything. Except the alarms. (Call this one of those miracles dreams seem to have in plenty.) They were resounding throughout the place now, and workers were scrambling to see what was going on.
There was still an erie light filtering in from the not-so-near entrance. Suddenly, there was a scream. One of the women on the balcony with us was pointing into the water below. There was a dark spot in one of the pools that people slide into when they come out of a slide. Whatever the spot was, it seemingly was moving. It was obscure because of the darkness. One of the workers grabbed a spotlight, and shown it in the area of the spot. It quickly shot to the other end of the pool, and slithered up the exit chute. People were freaking out, and started flying towards the doors. They found however, that they had been locked and barracaded. There were SWAT team soldiers on the other side, in full suit with M-16s. They pointed it at the people and commanded them to stay back, and that the place was locked down.
Anyway, chaos ensued, and soon after, one of the things got onto the balcony. If you can imagine the Godzilla from the movies a few years ago, (Or more recently, on that Doritos commercial...) It was like a cross between that, but komodo dragon-sized, and looked as though it had some Alien Vs. Pradator in it. It went on four legs, and ran exceptionally fast. Well, in short, there was loads of them, in the waterpark, in the lockers, everywhere.
After about 30 people had been killed, people began absolutely panicing, passing out and having heart attacks. Me and my group of friends went to the doors that people were crowding around. The SWAT was still there, and there were army vehicles everywhere. We, getting desperate grabbed some of those fire emergency axes from the wall, which were conveniently loose. I won't go into detail, but the rest of the dream entailed us and a group of some other braver guys from the balcony, fighting our way down into the resteraunt/ kitchen, finding two pistols and a tazer that had been kept in a security room for crowd control, and various knives from the kitchen. Some guy managed to get into his locker and find some Brut deoderant, which we later turned into a flamethrower. It was amazingly detailed.
The rest involved us battling not only the freaky creatures and their queen thing that was about the size of a horse, but also eventually taking on the SWAT team in a shooting match, and finally breaking out of the place. By now, 50-60 people lay dead and the creatures were still rampant. There was never really an ending, the dream stopped when we broke through the glass with an emergency axe after the SWAT team had retreated. I would add an ending that pictures us walking triumphantly from the park. One or two of the creatures escape, setting up a sequal. It would turn out that the government had done some experimental breeding or something, hence the army and lockdown of the park.
Kind of fun, I was impressed by the imagination I had in my own dreams, even though it was sort of uber and unrealistic. But, how realistic are talking killer freezers? Mine can be a bit bazar. Anyway, I've thought about this dream a lot since I had it last week, so you bringing this up is odd. Maybe we could go in together on a book?
Edit: Orix - I always have worse or more odd dreams when I have the flu! I had this one where I was selling limeade to ice skaters... Most memorable.
Eraser: I'm always called my name in my dreams. And usually, I'm with people who've moved away and I really miss, but haven't seen in a while.
Hrm, makes sense with things being mirrored because of the way the brain and our eyes work, but stuff isn't mirrored in mine.
Doesn't explain the dreams involving odd structures of adventures though.
One I was in some sort of "omniport" like an airport, trainstation/subway, harbor and submarine base combined. And I was evading someone or something.
Doesn't explain the dreams involving odd structures of adventures though.
One I was in some sort of "omniport" like an airport, trainstation/subway, harbor and submarine base combined. And I was evading someone or something.
"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact, it's all dark."
When was the last time you were in a bath room with an aquarium in it? Or in a burning house full of mechafrogs? Or the first Bowzer level of Super Mario 64?
But really, when I start to fall asleep and then wake up, I find that what I was just thinking not only didn't make sense, it wasn't about anything. When I tried to remember what the point was, I just go blank. Dreams are meaningless until they get visual.
But really, when I start to fall asleep and then wake up, I find that what I was just thinking not only didn't make sense, it wasn't about anything. When I tried to remember what the point was, I just go blank. Dreams are meaningless until they get visual.
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I discovered this txt file I had copied from an MSN chat I had.. a year ago? Hmmm.. I drew something for this, but I might as well again.
anyways:
it involved getting up, figuring out that there were zombies coming at the door (about 5, I suppose) and making a decision to go out.
"hey Meliss'! I'm going to the shell to buy an axe!"
"okay, bring me back a slurpee"
so I'm going, and there are, like, 10 zombies covering down the street. From what movies I'd seen, it'd be pretty easy to dodge em. as I'm making my way, there's, like this zombie who's actually talking, despite being dead. He's not making much sense, saying stuff like, "pardon me, could you sparesome turbulence?". I almost got scratched by the thing, when one of the neighbors (one whom i've never seen before) runs up and clobbers the guy. "That thing's been bugging me all morning", he said, and we introduced ourselves.
I swear, the rest of the conversation went as thus:
he says "so, where you off to?"
"the shell, see if I can buy an axe"
"good luck with that"
"you?"
" going to the shell, my wife wants some cigs"
"looting? or.."
"BUYING. There may be an apocalpyse, but that doesn't mean we can't act civil at
the same time"
anyways, we're walking, and as we get there, there's a big crowd of people waiting
outside, including some kids who asked if we could steal some trading cards for them.
they seemed really snotty about it, but we agreed.
anyways, we push inside, and the cashier (who looked like David Brent, from the office, with a fuller beard) running the till's looking pretty bemused. obviously, having a shift on the era of zombies isn't fun. I finally get to the front, ask for an axe, to which they have none. The guy who came in with me, points the cashier's attention to something on the shelf behind him, steals something and runs. I look sheepish, when the bloke turns back and looks at me.
"uhm.. I. I think he just stole something"
he gives me a hard look, and since I didn't have anything else to look for, I stole a slurpee and a crobar, and left.
anyways, I get home, and my sister and a few friends, waving me off. the door looks pretty barricaded, as there's some obese neighbor zombies scratching at it. Rather than help me up, they instead cheer me on to hit some skinny zombie at the end of the driveway.
so I wind up, and smack the back of his neck as hard as I can, which kind'v throws the zombie off, but doesn't brain 'im. I try it a couple more times, to which Melissa finally jumps down in frustration, wrenches the crobar out of my hand, and gives it a whack.
course, that proves nothing still, to which I point out "see? it's hard, isn't it?"
I should also rewrite this, as the grammar is quite basic. I'm more suprised, reading this after more than a year, how straightforward conversations were in this dream.
[edit]-Shell, meaning the Shell Petrol Gas Station..
anyways:
it involved getting up, figuring out that there were zombies coming at the door (about 5, I suppose) and making a decision to go out.
"hey Meliss'! I'm going to the shell to buy an axe!"
"okay, bring me back a slurpee"
so I'm going, and there are, like, 10 zombies covering down the street. From what movies I'd seen, it'd be pretty easy to dodge em. as I'm making my way, there's, like this zombie who's actually talking, despite being dead. He's not making much sense, saying stuff like, "pardon me, could you sparesome turbulence?". I almost got scratched by the thing, when one of the neighbors (one whom i've never seen before) runs up and clobbers the guy. "That thing's been bugging me all morning", he said, and we introduced ourselves.
I swear, the rest of the conversation went as thus:
he says "so, where you off to?"
"the shell, see if I can buy an axe"
"good luck with that"
"you?"
" going to the shell, my wife wants some cigs"
"looting? or.."
"BUYING. There may be an apocalpyse, but that doesn't mean we can't act civil at
the same time"
anyways, we're walking, and as we get there, there's a big crowd of people waiting
outside, including some kids who asked if we could steal some trading cards for them.
they seemed really snotty about it, but we agreed.
anyways, we push inside, and the cashier (who looked like David Brent, from the office, with a fuller beard) running the till's looking pretty bemused. obviously, having a shift on the era of zombies isn't fun. I finally get to the front, ask for an axe, to which they have none. The guy who came in with me, points the cashier's attention to something on the shelf behind him, steals something and runs. I look sheepish, when the bloke turns back and looks at me.
"uhm.. I. I think he just stole something"
he gives me a hard look, and since I didn't have anything else to look for, I stole a slurpee and a crobar, and left.
anyways, I get home, and my sister and a few friends, waving me off. the door looks pretty barricaded, as there's some obese neighbor zombies scratching at it. Rather than help me up, they instead cheer me on to hit some skinny zombie at the end of the driveway.
so I wind up, and smack the back of his neck as hard as I can, which kind'v throws the zombie off, but doesn't brain 'im. I try it a couple more times, to which Melissa finally jumps down in frustration, wrenches the crobar out of my hand, and gives it a whack.
course, that proves nothing still, to which I point out "see? it's hard, isn't it?"
I should also rewrite this, as the grammar is quite basic. I'm more suprised, reading this after more than a year, how straightforward conversations were in this dream.
[edit]-Shell, meaning the Shell Petrol Gas Station..
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Hahah, I think these are great! If you publish a book, i would be more than pleased to read it. They are extenely surreal. I have had dreams of being in WWII. Though often they are realistic and very disturbing. And more often than not, i don't have dreams.
But yours are a good read. If you coudl build up a database of dreams, and then somehow link them all togetehr, OR in order you got them and still linked them, that would be very interesting. Creating a story based on dreams. Please post any otehrs you have.
But yours are a good read. If you coudl build up a database of dreams, and then somehow link them all togetehr, OR in order you got them and still linked them, that would be very interesting. Creating a story based on dreams. Please post any otehrs you have.
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I actually had a terrible dream last night, in which a new race of people come from another planet and we are forced to live elsewhere.
It all starts when i'm sitting in a house in a town I don't live in and in a locatiion I have never seen before, jsut a grassy plain with four other houses. On the radio the president interupts whatever the mono-tone anouncer was saying to anounce that an extremely advanced race has come to earth and we are to give them are homes and food and we must move elsewhere, staying far away from them. they have much better technology than us and will destroy all of earth if we don't obey.
So I keep on moving and moving trying to find the best spot to live with my brother (don't know where my parent's are) but while walking, a little outerspace kid hits my leg with a leaf rake, I pretend it really hurts and his mom kicks him in the face for being rude. Suddenly, somehow the mom figures out I was faking and calls the police.
The police decide to send us off to a house where the person who last lived in it had the flue and was killed. We are very upset but at this point I only felt scared, restless (altohugh I was asleep) and like I couldn't do anything.
But I woke up.
Scary dream, the people looked like us except with biger foreheads and a medium brown skin.
It all starts when i'm sitting in a house in a town I don't live in and in a locatiion I have never seen before, jsut a grassy plain with four other houses. On the radio the president interupts whatever the mono-tone anouncer was saying to anounce that an extremely advanced race has come to earth and we are to give them are homes and food and we must move elsewhere, staying far away from them. they have much better technology than us and will destroy all of earth if we don't obey.
So I keep on moving and moving trying to find the best spot to live with my brother (don't know where my parent's are) but while walking, a little outerspace kid hits my leg with a leaf rake, I pretend it really hurts and his mom kicks him in the face for being rude. Suddenly, somehow the mom figures out I was faking and calls the police.
The police decide to send us off to a house where the person who last lived in it had the flue and was killed. We are very upset but at this point I only felt scared, restless (altohugh I was asleep) and like I couldn't do anything.
But I woke up.
Scary dream, the people looked like us except with biger foreheads and a medium brown skin.
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My dreams are always odd, but I never remember them... But I know they're odd...
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