The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread
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Ugh, the further version of the business district just by the tracks is nothing like the closer version. Not sure who thought it was a good idea to build a whorehouse this way, either. But the river can lead down to the boat-themed seafood restaurant on a boat, and just outside that cave there's a hole in the sky I can generally fit through.
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I bit annoyed because I've come to write it down and most of it has just up and gone. There's this bit that didn't move fast enough though:
Big auditorium theatre thing — no seating, but it had a sequence of huge curtained proscenium arches, all arrayed behind each other, so raising each curtain would reveal the arch behind. The house lights were off, but spotlights were directed stagewards so it wasn't too dark.
The arches were a manifestation of God, and I was having an argument with Him. He was holding someone prisoner and I was trying to get Him to release her (the back story here what was lost). I'd just noticed she was trussed up way up in one of the fly spaces. God was claiming the moral high ground in keeping her and I was insisting that she should be released. Each time (I guess) I convinced Him I had a point, another curtain would raise.
Did you know Hell is a conversation pit? At the back of the auditorium there was a section that stepped down about a metre, the sort of thing where you'd use the steps as seating. It was carpeted in a sullenly-glowing dark red.
God had just accused her of gross cowardice — something involving running away — as part of the justification for holding her and I was giving an alternate interpretation of her actions. "[unavailable] ... and then she stepped into the Fiery Pit itself," I did the same — I remember it had been much brighter when she did it, and had demons. "That's not cowardice, that's [unavailable]".
[Unavailable]
Now we're in one of those old SF-movie staples: the cloning tanks. All brightly clinical. Rows of fluid-filled transparent cylinders with bodies floating inside them. Most of them are occupied, but there were also quite a few that were empty.
I'd just made a case to the effect that God had failed and He ought to give her up. I was standing watching (a different manifestation of) God walking down a row of tanks. Each time He passed an empty tank, she'd appear suspended in it and disappear from the previous one, so she was flickeringly following Him down the row.
God was saying "[unavailable]... That's not failure, that's experience."
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Two short ones.
I was at a family reunion (I guess, the only people I recognized were my aunt and my favorite cousin) that I think was in a bowling alley. Except the part where the ball rolls alternated between a sloped sandy beach and multiple steep grassy slopes with roads/city in between (so slope, highway, slope, highway, buildings). Well at some point I had to ride in what I would describe as a cross between a round sled and a minecart with my cousin. And God damn were those the scariest stomach-wrenching slopes I've been on in years. Down the almost vertical slope, spin out trying to miss traffic, down another almost vertical slope, spin out trying to miss traffic, etc.
The other was during a nap today on the latest episode of Zenith Works Too Damned Much. I was at a store, not my store, but a store. At some point I walked out onto the floor to stock a shelf. I passed a little girl about three or four years old and told her to not to go into the back room. Well of course I turned to look and there she went into the back room. Her dad was standing nearby and I said "dude, your kid just went into the back room where it's very dangerous." He said "I know" and started asking engineering questions about the baler (the machine we use to crush cardboard boxes and I guess flash mobs if they ever try anything). Every time I would inch closer to the door he would ask another question to delay me. Eventually I got away and found the girl about ready to walk into the baler. My boss was like "oh, yeah, this kid has been playing in the baler." So I pull her out seconds before the top crashed down and would've smashed her and take her back out onto the floor. I was like "dude, your kid almost died, just like I said." He said "I know" and started walking away. Sort of dark now that I think about it...
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Yesterday, I dreamt I'm still living in Hong Kong. There ought to be some other things happened in the earlier part of this dream but I can't remember.
When I went home, I found that my father (who had passed away many year ago) somehow decided it's a good idea to remove the wall of the only "toilet + bathroom" at home to make the living room bigger. (The size of that room is like 4 x 3.5 tiles) The walls have already been removed and the toilet has been taken away. I couldn't think of what to say, and my jaw dropped wide open.
That's when I woke up.
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@cheong sorry to break the rules, but this one means you have died, so I thought it was important.
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@Gribnit I can neither confirm nor deny your finding, Sir. :P
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Yesterday I dreamt that I'm living in a huge apartment alone. The bedroom itself is large enough to fit 6 double beds. And the corridor is very long.
Everything in there is in gray tone, and the more interesting part is that, every room there has emergency exit. (Those you found in shopping arcades, where you can push the horizontal bar to open it, and the alarm will ring)
I was woke up by those junk calls when finding where is the frying pan in kitchen.
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Yesterday I had a dream that somehow was happening years ago. I was making some kind of public speech and said some controversial stuff. And then I notice that in the first row there's none other than Jorge Mario Bergoglio, the future pope Francis. He stands up and starts dissing me to the wild applause from the audience. I must say, he had a very good point.
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Yesterday I dreamt that one of my Mom's friends asked me whether I'm doing exercise these days. I replied no because of the pandemic, then she asked some man to bring me to do some Parkour.
We started at some place like The O2 Arena. And standing on the tip of one of the poles.
Then we slide down the wires to the roof. As we try to climb up another pole there, we saw a notice that demands people trying to climb the poles there to go down to ground level first before climbing another pole or we'll be prosecuted. And suddenly a lift appeared from nowhere and there's long queue of people trying to get down there.
That's where I was woke by alarm clock.
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@Karla said in The Cooking Thread:
@MrL said in The Cooking Thread:
@dcon said in The Cooking Thread:
Or a rat.
I think mouse, rats are larger and have a long tail.
That reminds me, last night I dreamed I had a rat in my hair. (It wasn't that big; it was a bit small even for a mouse, but as far as the dream was concerned, it was a rat.) I didn't want to try to grab it, because I didn't want to get bit, so I was trying to comb it out. However, it was agile enough that it was somehow evading the comb. It was at the back of my head, so I couldn't see just how it was evading, so I was unsuccessful in removing it.
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@HardwareGeek sorry, he gets everywhere
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@HardwareGeek said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
a rat in my hair
Shave your head.
Problem solved.
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This one made me really angry.
My brother decided to drive to Ollies so I went with him. But this Ollies is in the middle of a hill. There's stuff above and below it. Strangely enough, this seems very familiar, as does the idea of there being another Ollies very close by with a similar arrangement and confusing which is "the good Ollies." Oh, for those not on the east coast, Ollies is basically a random closeout/overstock store.
Anyway, my brother decides to drive to the top of the hill. I told him Ollies was in the middle and we need to drive down one level. So he drives down two levels and loops right back up to the top. Then he gets out and runs down the road to the middle level to go to Ollies. I had to run down the other side because of traffic and basically lost him so I just went into Ollies and figured I'd catch up with him eventually.
It was different than any other Ollies. Outside of the main area, which had an escalator for some reason, it was very claustrophobic. It was like a very large attic with stuff piled on shelves semi-haphazardly. We were looking for toys and just about to leave for lack of finding any when I spotted something and ended up in another section of the store. It was mostly junk but better looking junk. Eventually I found a pile of old GoBots books that was completely fascinating (proving a bunch of stuff I don't think existed did exist) and scooped up a dozen to buy.
Checkout was where this turned out to be a nightmare. You had to pay this old Chinese woman.
Well I wasn't sure I had enough cash to pay. I started emptying my wallet and all of it was soaked blobs. I said they absolutely were $20 bills and it would be obvious when they dried out. So I started wringing them out and most of them were. But the ones that weren't were paychecks and invoices that the Chinese woman grabbed and tore in half for no reason. I yelled at her not to tear them up but then she started tearing up the books instead. That was when I freaked out and woke up.
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@Zenith said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
Oh, for those not on the east coast, Ollies is basically a random closeout/overstock store.
I'm glad you said this, because up to this point, I was picturing a (possibly fast food) restaurant.
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Yesterday, I dreamt that I was watching a bowling competition.
One of the participant is particularly bad. He still got zero point after the 8th round.
Maybe just to let him get at least some point before the game ends, the organizing party brought out a super-sized ball that needs 2 people to hold and asked the participant to hold and throw it out with one of the staffs there. Yet when he threw out the ball, the bottles that it hit only got pushed to the side and none of them fall down.
The air is still, no one there dares to make a noise.
Then some mysterious force sucked the bottles backward. At first the bottles only moved slightly, then violently flew backward and disappeared in the dark. When all the bottles disappeared, the organizer shouted "Strike!" and everybody started celebrating as if he had won the game.
That's when I woke up.
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@cheong said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
the bottles that it hit
In English they are called "pins". "Bowling pins", when the context is not obvious.
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Last night I dream I was attending some English proficiency test, in Korea, with 2 examiners speaking Cantonese.
In the beginning they requested me to provide document that can prove my identity, so I take out my BNO passport, and it contains lots of waste paper, some paper clips, and even a pair of scissors. I got nervous and apologize to them about the mess on the table.
The the test started. It involves requiring me to read out some paragraph instructed by the examiner. At first I'm not able to hear what paragraph she told me to read, so I said "Pardon?". Then she said "Please read the paragraph 216." Only by this time I realized there are paragraph numbers printed before each paragraphs.
Me: "He bep the company... Sorry, I don't think 'bep' is a correct word here." (All in English)
Examiner: "This is correct word, and it means 'veto' here" (In Cantonese)
Me: "I'm sorry, but I think 'veto' is more commonly used here." (Still in English)The exchange is done this way because in HKCEE / HKALE, points will be deducted if candidates speak Cantonese for whatever reason in English Oral test, unless instructed by the examiner.
Then I woke up. And immediately searched online dictionary to confirm "bep" doesn't mean "veto". XD
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@cheong said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
And immediately searched online dictionary to confirm "bep" doesn't mean "veto". XD
Same!
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@Tsaukpaetra Seems like a cromulent word to me. I propose we start using it.
Any beps?
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@Zecc said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
@Tsaukpaetra Seems like a cromulent word to me. I propose we start using it.
Any beps?
I raise your bep and return a bap!
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@Tsaukpaetra
Bep off! You motherbepper!
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@Luhmann said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
@Tsaukpaetra
Bep off! You motherbepper!No no no, I will blep instead!
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@Tsaukpaetra said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
I will blep instead!
Corgi blep!
Disturbing blep:
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@HardwareGeek dude do you even bep?
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Seemed to be on a setting based around The Worst Witch (I think it's called, Netflix series). Something something involving an escaped bad guy, chase sequence. Then some guys with wands start doing Harry Potter style magic and we take a moment to accuse and argue about magic for a while.
Cut to evening, driving a liquid transport truck (like, that carries gasoline/petrol) and we get stuck in a neighborhood because rain I guess.
As we go into a random house to eat dumplings a ruckus outside. The truck is under attack! We construct additional pylons and protect the truck, but it's too late because the container is too damaged for transport and is leaking the potion inside.
Later the same street where the incident occurs there is a rally. The potion was intended to synchronize body dysphoria, and many people are opposed that their friends and family were "disfigured" by the "toxic waste". They ignore the pleas of the transformed, citing brainwashing.
Exited the dream on interrupt from bitch.
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@cheong again, at times like this, the prohibition on interpretation hits hard... but my hands are tied. <-- not an interpretation
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@Tsaukpaetra I had one like this, kinda in reverse, maybe 30 years ago. Some dope'd derped their tanker truck full of teratomizer in a residential area and monsters were happening. At which point I went lucid and started deleting things.
From this further context, some people may have been bothered by that. I make no apologies.
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@Gribnit said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
some people may have been bothered by that
Deletion creates space for new creation.
You will be exterminated! :dalek:
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...The Simpsonnnnsss....
There was more before and after, but this is the clearest bit.
A large airliner-shaped cloud cruising across the sky. It breaks up, and a more conventionally-made airliner descends from it.
The airliner then unzips along the bottom of the fuselage to release a smaller plane, out of which breaks a light plane, out of which jumps Marge Simpson. Dress billowing out (she's a cartoon character: she wears bloomers) until she pulls the ripcord and her parasail opens.
That slows her down a bit but then, still a long way from the ground, she cuts it loose and deploys her wingsuit. That gives her the manoeuvrability to make a landing in the family home's garage.
Which is itself in flight. Held aloft by an enormous vertical stabiliser that extends down below the house much more than it extends upward.
Things are grim inside the house. It's been converted to an animal rescue shelter/hospital and filled with all sorts of animals in all sorts of distress.
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@Watson This is absolutely something that could appear on a Simpsons episode.
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The dream I had last night looks like a dream of another person.
I dreamt that I'm in a secondary school, and is having my English lesson. Suddenly, my boyfriend (I'm a girl in the dream) enters my classroom, and tell me that I have to board a flight to Japan 2 hours later to study there, therefore should leave immediately. He left the classroom while I'm packing up.
And looked at my watch (which is silvery mechanical one that I never had before) then I somehow decided there is plenty of time (No, if the flight is to leave 2 hours later, you should be at the airport NOW) and wanted to take a good final look of the school, so I go the the topmost floor.
The school looks totally different from the school that I have been studying in, although I don't have that thought in my dream. The fence / handrail on that floor is just half meter tall. Since I'll be scolded if I wander around during lesson time, I crawled on the floor when moving. I even make sure my head is as downward as possible to avoid my ponytail be seen.
Then suddenly I was caught from behind, and I woke up.
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@cheong pretty cool architecture tho, right?
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@Gribnit said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
@cheong pretty cool architecture tho, right?
A pretty unsafe one, I suppose.
This means anyone hit by others running on the corridor may fall directly to the ground floor.
The look of the school is pretty normal one I think, until when I went to the topmost floor in the dream.
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I had a literal Inception dream last night: waking up from a dream where I was on a bus, finding myself in a strange room, looking around, wondering what was going on, and then waking up for real.
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@Mason_Wheeler ooooops. Was there a blackboard?
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Highly corrupted capture due to multi-session and rewinding.
I was traveling with a horse. There was a problem with the campsite so I Jerry rigged the pallet into a wheelbarrow and hitched it to the horse. She said she could handle it and I should just work to steady the cart. After entering the highway we came upon a secret operation in an old wheat processing facility. The horse decoupled herself from the makeshift wagon and joined me in infiltrating the building. We found other humans and set up an encampment, hiding from the aliens. One of the dumbasses decided they would be friendly and went down to talk to them. It did not end well. STAGE CORRUPTED unable to retrieve further data.
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@Applied-Mediocrity
well shit, alien pizza!
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In this dream happened last night and is yet another dream that looks like it's a dream of someone else. Although the setting of school is Chinese and the street is in Mongkok, everyone speaks English. And for some mysterious reason, I'm unable to look at the face of anyone.
The incident happened some time after school. As I've packed my bag and ready to leave for dinner, one of the boys in the class is "forcefully inviting" some girl out.
I stand up and go between them, and then grabbed both of his arms.
"How dare you intervene with my affairs.! he said.
Then I released one of his arms, and grabbed his balls instead. "You might be stronger than me, but don't you dare to try whether you can hit me faster than I crack your nuts?" and as I'm speaking this, I released his balls and use my index finger and thumb to clamp his nuts instead. I know this is the time to directly stare into his eyes to plant fear in him, but unable to. While this happend, some of the background settings flow through my mind.
I'm an orphan who is sent to this school as I'm old enough to study. My school fees is paid by the government. I don't make any friends, so in a lot of occasions that I have to fight, I'm always fighting alone. And because of this my fighting style is to mercilessly attack any weak points of enemies. Stabing their eyes, crack their nuts, stomp on someone's knee on the side, break one's finger, you name it. Because of this I earned the nickname of "The mad dog" and noone will try to provoke me without good reason. Even the pickpackets nearby know not to "do their work" while I'm around because there has been multiple occasions that I step in and fight those thiefs when I saw someone picking packet.
And because of this, I was involved in a number of street fights, and even though my acedemic result is not bad, I'm considered one of those problematic childen in the school. Since I don't have parents, they cannot summon my parents as they would do for ordinary students. And when they hit me after the fights, I always just stood there quietly without speaking a word. Out of idea, the school now just give up and pretend I do nothing when I'm reported to be in a fight.
"Tsk..." (The sound that gives impression that this is too much trouble for the fun so he's not interested to continue) As I heard the sound, I know that we're safe. I quickly released him and he walked away.
Others in the classroom clapped after the boy leaved the classroom.
The girl thanked me and want me to escort her home, but I refused and told her that as she got a new boyfriend yesterday, it would be inapproiate for me to escort her home. She should call her boyfriend instead.
And then I walk on a street. It's near 8pm and still not have my dinner yet. I planned to find something quick to eat, then back to the "late self study session".
As I entered a congee shop, I hesitantly ask whether I can order food here. Because of my "fame" shops here usually don't want me to be around, but at this time, the waiter smiles at me and said "You come very late and it's past our last orders now. But for you who saved a girl we're happy to accept your orders".
After having some miced beef congee and deep-fried breadstick, I headed back to the school.
It's later than 8:30pm now, and way later than the "late self study session". Normally the teacher should have taken my name for being late, but this time he just signalled me in.
That's the time when I woke up.
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Have you considered selling the movie adaptation rights for your dream?
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@Zerosquare No. :P
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Already forgot too much of this one and it was only minutes ago. I was investigating somebody's death or murder with Luigi (Mario's brother). We had just found something really suspicious and tried to call Mario but he wasn't answering. Oddly, as if I was watching a movie, I can see Mario "asleep" except, as the camera pans out, it turns out he fell and died and we just didn't know it. So I asked Luigi how old he was and he wouldn't answer until I started working out the math myself. Turns out Mario was actually old enough to die of old age and Luigi was in his late 50s. So then we had to call Princess Toadstool and tell her that Mario had also died.
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Last night, I dreamt that I was about to travel to somewhere by plane with my colleagues. One of the colleagues was an old man who is my real ex-colleague from a job 10+ years ago, and his age would be over 60 by now.
After I went to restroom, before the boarding process started, that colleague approached me and told me that someone had stolen my wallet and the airport police caught them. It's then that I realized my wallet was missing.
He leaded my to the police and indeed that was my wallet. The police asked me to prove I'm the owner of wallet. Then I showed him my passport matches the information on my Hong Kong Identity Card inside the wallet. He satisfied and went on to take note of my personal information on his notebook.
After that the time is really close to the scheduled departure time. We hurried back to the gate and ran down the stair. When running down the stair I heard someone called my name and turned backward, It's my mom waved at me.
At the bottom of the stair, we found the last connecting bus under the stair has just gone. The staffs there told us not to worry because there will be another bus coming. It's until then I can have good look on the bus boarding location there.
It turns out that the bus is a cable-powered one, attached to wire and there's giant wheel pulling the wire behind us. And ask I finished looking at the set up, another "bus" arrived.
That's when I woke.
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@cheong Take care of the
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@HardwareGeek said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
@cheong said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
old man ... over 60
Fair. Any of
ancient,antediluvian,elderly, orsenilemay have been more appropriate.Would you settle for
spry?
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@Gribnit said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
spry
I don't get what's wrong with "old man" here. From what I learnt this don't carry any negative meaning.
EDIT: Ok, now I search and found it's slang that carried meaning of husband or father, but I'm not using |the| or "my" here so it clearly shouldn't be interpreted that way.
Btw, he do have a family and indeed is "old man of someone" in that sense.
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@cheong It's mostly that people don't like being called (or reminded of being) old, and some of us are older than the guy you're calling old. And given the life expectancy in modern first-world countries, 60 really isn't very old.
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@Zenith said in The Official Status Thread:
Just because I feel 80 years old doesn't mean I am!
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@cheong said in The Official Don't-Interpret-My-Dreams Thread:
I don't get what's wrong with "old man" here
Well, your cultural background is east asian, not european or 'murican.
Some western guy told me that he thought of his Thai mother-in-law as an "old dragon". I had to tell him that she might be flattered: a dragon brings luck in eastern culture (instead of being a treacherous snake as in western culture). And "old" is usually positive...
