Topic: The Spiral of Dreams.

[Quickman]

So, weird dream.  A planet from a neighboring system decides to declare war on another planet for reasons that were unclear.  They had begun this war as a coup for eventual galactic domination, and have been targeting the weaker, peaceful civilizations first.  After decimating one world, they set their sights on another world populated by primitive sentient plants.

The name of the warmongering race bent on expanding their empire?  The Zekrom, a mysterious shape-shifting race of warriors.  They desire slaves and more planets to add to their territory.  May as well throw in resources, as they're targeting primitive races on virgin worlds.

The Zekrom's latest target?  The Trevenant, a peaceful race of sentient trees whose population is divided into tribes.

The Zekrom launch their attack, deploying helicopters on the technologically-primitive Trevenant, firing upon their villages and dousing the populace with an acidic poison.  The species is in a panic, as they cannot seem to hide from the invaders.

One young Trevenant, however, has an idea.  His research claims that the Zekrom are basing their attacks on patterns, and that the Trevenant tribes are situated in such a way as there is a clear delineation between the wilderness and civilization, and the Zekrom are using these patterns as a map for their attacks.  The Trevenant suggests that if they combine with the other tribes and constantly shift their patterns "like the shimmering ocean," then the Zekrom will be unable to formulate a proper attack, as they won't be able to distinguish the Trevenant from the surrounding plant life.

The village elders scoff at the notion and say that the young Trevenant is crazy.  Unable to change or to listen to reason, they submit to their inevitable fate.  However, two explorers believe the young Trevenant and suggest they go to the other tribal leaders and request their help, as well as contact the Republic for aid.

Too bad the dream didn't get much farther beyond that point.  Interesting way to incorporate Pokemon, too.

[Police Girl]

I had a dream where I had some mystical power to alter places, people, buildings and such. By alter I mean I could change their appearance, personality, the entire thing to something else, or the one I liked best which was changing things back to older versions of them, like I could change my car to a older instance of itself where it was newer or had more gas, I could alter a soda can back to unopened, I could change the layout of a store or the whole store back to something more familiar. I dunno it was kinda neat I guess.

[Quickman]

I had some other dream last night, but I forget the details.  I think it involved snow.  Nothing cohesive like that last dream.  I need more dreams with cohesive plotlines.

I really should consider finishing off that Zekrom vs. Trevenant premise and write a short story about it.  There are a lot of missing details, the plot as such is paper-thin, and the Zekrom attack patterns and how to thwart them--while unique--are still very sketchy at best.  Also, I prefer to have an ending figured out before I start writing, so I have a nice map and don't go off in some stupid tangent, never to return.

QuickEdit: Starting to remember more of whatever I dreamt last night.  I think it involved a possessed man who was killing people and at one point, I was trying to repel either him or a ghost with a sheet of glass.  That sheet turned into a part of a wall, and I had to attach it to a train or something.  

At some point, I ended up on a train, but in the wrong car, and the cars would disconnect and go to separate locations.  I couldn't get back to the transfer station and get on the right car, and at some point, everyone was denying the existence of a bridge, where I could have gone to catch a different train.  I had to find old transit maps and prove the location, because the maps were changed.

Then something to do with deer and a really deep pond.

Posted on: December 09, 2013, 11:38:25 PMI'm apparently the only one who has memorable dreams as of late.

So, after the usual series of disjointed events, which included my folks helping me get rid of a former roommate's stuff, they eventually irritated me enough that I ran off.  For some reason or another, we were going to a Japanese restaurant, and I just wanted to get away from them, particularly my mom.  So, I went to a different dining room and was about to join another dinner party that included my brother and his friends.  But, I decided to leave and I went up a flight of steps to this private dining room, where a group of people in business attire were following their leader, who was a member of the yakuza.  And since I had seen him, I had to join their dinner party.

So, we all sit down to eat, and the leader starts talking about a plan to scam the city out of millions of dollars.  He then stops and says that there's a narc in the room.  They eventually zero in on me and I confess that I'm a "junior police officer.". So, they're about to chop off my hand, and I beg for a chance to prove my loyalty.  They decide to have a baseball game indoors, with the dinner party my brother was a part of.

We all become animals, and I'm a long-eared fox who wins the game for the yakuza.  After the other party leaves, we all get down to business, and the leader talks about some convoluted scheme to use a natural disaster to scam the city out of money.  Eventually, the talks end, people leave, and the leader wants to take me on as a protege.

Smash cut to a scene from some teen horror movie, where a dark-haired girl gets on stage and starts talking about the grisly death of some boy.  That boy gets on stage, takes the mic from her, mocks her, and falls off the stage.  The mic was shoved up through his head by the impact and the crowd gasps.  The kid gets up, with part of the mic sticking out of his head and says, "The worst part about this is all the feedback!"

At some point, I'm sneaking through a veterinary office, because one of my Pokemon was taken there.  I eventually find Runaway, with a bandaged head, and Nurse Joy says he suffered a massive head injury and would need to be euthanized because he'd never be the same again.  I yell at her and say that I'm taking him home anyway, because I love my Pokemon no matter what.

Then something about running a pizza parlor and I woke up around that point.

[Sakura Leic]

God dammit that's like the weirdest dream ever.

[Quickman]

I've had weirder dreams than that; some were weird in how epic they were. 

Also, I love it when my dreams are self-aware and crack jokes about the absurdity of a situation.

[Sakura Leic]

Yeah but I give points just for how utterly disjointed it was.  Seriously made no sense.

[Quickman]

There was some transition from the horror movie to the veterinary office, which basically was me riding in a car while we drove through the countryside.  Not much to note about it, just that we were looking for a certain place, and my half-brother decided to take a different route, as it would be faster.  We went by a ski resort, and then drove through the woods, eventually taking a winding road where I eventually left the car and started infiltrating the veterinary office.  So, it wasn't completely disjointed, I just left out that transition.

There was a slight transition from the second scene to the last one, but it was basically me leaving the building and walking down the street to the pizza parlor where I apparently worked.

As for any transition from yakuza plot to teen horror comedy?  Not much that I can remember.  There was a small plot involving my nephew and a gift shop, and he started getting axe-crazy with a pair of scissors.

[Sakura Leic]

I think the transitions made it make less sense.  Then again dreams never make sense in the first place.

[Quickman]

Here's a weird dream for you that makes sense, but at the same time shows how pathetically nerdy I am.

I dreamt that I was hanging out with Linkara, and we were discussing a comic that he reviewed and I wrote an article about.  We discussed the less-than-steller art, the Escher Girls, the terrible scripting, and then started talking about another, better comic.  Eventually, the conversation moved to LARPing, and he said he needed to get some costumes. 

I told him about a LARP group in Gettysburg, and how they're a part of the Mid-Atlantic LARP Society, and he said he didn't have any characters.  I suggested joining as an NPC, and he said that that was a good idea, but you can't be an NPC forever and would need to make a character.  However, he lamented that no matter how hard you worked on a character, that it would never be good enough, and we both lamented on how groups like that are elitist bastards and how we'll never be "good enough" to join them.

Just... wow.  I am such a nerd.

[Dr. Wily II]

They are missing out!

[Sakura Leic]

Were you watching Suburban Knights before this Quickie?

[Quickman]

Nope.  I didn't even watch Linkara.  I was watching the gameplay for the Hypno's Lullaby rom hack.

[Sakura Leic]

Nope.  I didn't even watch Linkara.  I was watching the gameplay for the Hypno's Lullaby rom hack.

Huh I see.

Is it wrong that I compare the Civil War reenactments as a form of LARPing?

[Quickman]

They essentially are.  I know a reenactor who LARPs.

[Quickman]

Double post of weird dream greatness!

So, I was part of this group of rebels who were trying to bring down a Nazi regime in an alternate post-WWII Germany.  During the war, some kid had lost his parents in an air raid, and Nazi scientists captured him and used some clock gadget to steal his soul and turn his grief and anger into a weapon to—you guessed it—take over the world.

OF COURSE!

My rebel faction infiltrates a town and break into a museum, and we descend into the catacombs where the Nazis are holding this kid prisoner.  After finding components to a similar clockwork piece, including the ring of one of our members, the rebel leader decides to build a device to free the stolen souls.

I decide to locate the kid, and I eventually find him.  After talking to him and telling him that lots of people have bad things happen to them, he eventually comes to grips with the situation and decides to just go on with his life.  His soul is freed, though the Nazi captors keep saying that it won't work.  However, the kid gets free and tells his captors that he will not allow them to turn his grief into a weapon.

I then defeat the Nazis by singing the Metallica cover of "Turn the Page."

BOW DOWN TO THE AWESOME POWER OF PSYCHIATRY AND HEAVY METAL

[Rin]

It sounds like some crazy anime/japanese game plot.

[Phi]

Hey Arnold! Hitler Scene

This is also a very valid way to defeat the Nazis.

It sounds like some crazy anime/japanese game plot.

Of which, I would definitely watch/play.

[Dr. Wily II]

First time sharing, I think.

So, it started with me playing my Pokemon Emerald game. However, the camera angle was like in Gen6. So I was entering the Lilycove Department store, and just as I was about to enter the elevator, a glint of light appeared, and my player character paused for a moment, before entering the elevator.

After exiting the elevator, and exploring the new level, I went back to the elevator, but this time, a legendary battle began. The Pokemon that appeared was nothing I have seen before, but was obviously hacked in since the sprite looked... Out of place with the graphics of Gen3. The name was Hoopa... And looked ghostly, and was lvl50.

I sent out my first Pokemon, which was a lvl100 Sableye. Got him to use Shadow Ball, and it looked like it was super-effective, but it only cut Hoopa's HP by half. Hoops then used some Ghost-type move... And almost killed Sableye. Sableye Shadow Ball'd again, but Hoopa hung on. Hoops then KO'd Sableye with another Ghost-type move.

I then sent out Haunter, which I don't recall having in my team, but was also lvl100. Hoopa was faster, and used a move named TM32, that resembled Hurricane, but after it used the move, it fell asleep. Haunter used Shadow Ball, and managed to crit Hoopa to the red. Hoopa remained asleep, and Haunter KO'd with another Shadow Ball. For some reason, I (as in real me) was shivering throughout the battle, and wanted to KO Hoopa no matter what.

The battle ended, and things seemed normal. However, I can't enter the elevator, saying it broke down. A flight of stairs appeared beside it with an old man sprite blocking it. I talked to the man, and he said, "You battled with it... Follow me."

My player character followed behind automatically into the stairway, and passed by an adult man sprite, which said, "The old man is talking nonsense again."

... And then my alarm rang and I woke up. This was the weirdest dream I had in years.

[Phi]

I dreamt that I had a baby, but consistently forgot about her in odd places. Like, I was in a subway and forgot about her when I was walking down a street. Then, I think I was in a mall and left her inside.

Can I get a "best father of the year" award?

[Dr. Wily II]

At least you didn't mail her out.
... Did you?

[Quickman]

I dreamt that I was back in high school, but was genre-savvy enough to realize that I graduated about fifteen years ago.  However, I was still going to school to get some kind of supplementary degree, but I was failing band because I don't have my clarinet anymore.  It didn't matter, though, because it was an elective and i was doing fine in the required classes.

Stupid school dreams.

[Phi]

I haven't had a school dream in a while. I think my brain wants to forget it even existed.

At least you didn't mail her out.
... Did you?

I'm not that bad of a parent. Give me some credit. D:

[Fxeni]

You didn't sell the baby to settle your debts, did you?

[Phi]

*whispers* He knows too much...

*escapes through window*

[Dr. Wily II]

Well darn.