I had an odd dream last night, it was a bit like a horror movie. In the dream I wasn’t me I was a woman who in the course of the dream came into possession of a cursed caterpillar.
This caterpillar, was this bulbous blue glowing grub thin, which made me see horrible visions of dead people. It was driving me mad, not one else could see the visions at least I thought this was the case until I for some reason visited an insane asylum, everyone there could see that I was tainted by the dead, and they went completely mad (or at least more so) pointing at me saying that I was cursed.
I think the haunting had something so do with water, I remember a part of the dream where I was wading thought a really long but narrow swimming pool like thing, and I was surrounded by ghostly images of dead people.
I think towards the end of the dream I somehow managed to get rid of the caterpillar by throwing it off a cliff, why it had to be this particular cliff I don’t know. But as far as i know it worked…
This is a dream I had a week or so ago that I’ve not had a chance to write up because I’ve been too busy. I dremt that around the world every single person woke up as a member of the opposite sex.
It was really weird, I seem to remember there being huge ramifications in the dream: Political upheaval, civil war, among other things. I can’t however remember any of the details.
So in essence this is just a stub for dream journal… I did wake up and think this would be an awesome setting for a science fiction story but to be honest I can’t remember any of it at all…
I had an odd dream last night I was travelling to a castle with a group of friends, we were initially just sight seeing but when we got to the castle it turned out there was some government body based there.
I was queueing to get something done in the administrative wing of the castle and there was a woman I tears in front of me. I turned out age had a letter from her estranged husband who was holding her son captive. Each part of the letter was written in a different language including Arabic, Egyptian Hieroglyphics, and Mayan among others.
I helped translate the Arabic which they had made a complete mess of abduction it turned out the boy was being held in Saudi Arabia.
So I offered to put the woman in touch with someone who could help her get her son back.
It seems I’ve been playing too much Fallout 3 and watching Avarinne play too much Fallout: New Vegas, I had two dreams in a row the past couple of nights about a nuclear apocalypse happening.
The first I don’t remember much about aside from the fact that East Kilbride had been hit by a Nuke and I was running away from the fallout. Society was breaking down and there was panic for food. It’s all a bit sketchy in that way that dreams fade if you don’t try write them down straight away.
The second last night I dreamt that there had been an nuclear apocalypse 1,000 years ago and somehow I’d slept through it and just woken up. I was holed up with a group of people in a large library in a largely destroyed London and we were fighting to survive.
Apparently no one could read the “Old text” in the books in the library, of course being from 1,000 years in the past I could. So I started looking for books of maps to aid with my foraging.
There was a race of goblin like people that only came out at night, they apparently had a history of raiding the library while everyone was asleep and everyone was scared of them. At one point I caught on of them in the act and it turned out the reason they were raiding the library was because they were obsessed with Disney, and were stealing Disney picture books. I apparently had my laptop with me and it had survived the 1,000 years I’d been asleep and had a collection of Disney movies on it. I offered to broker a peace treaty with the goblins by giving them copies of the Disney movies so that they could watch them.
I had an odd dream last night where I was a numerical archaeologist we were searching for lost numbers, we had particular trouble with 4s though because they were more prone to breaking due to their shape…
I don’t remember much about my dream last night apart from being in a situation where someone had cast a spell on me and a group of people where we would slowly lose our memories every time we went to sleep. So we had to stay awake at all costs less we forget who we were.
I think it would make an interesting premise for a short story.
I just wanted to log this before I completely forget about it I had either two dreams last night or one that lead into another.
I the first I think I was on a family holiday somewhere in the far east probably China and somehow I got myself inducted as part of the American Olympic team for some kind of sword based martial art. I think this was slightly inspired by my having seen Scot Pilgrim the other day, in the dream I was a lot younger than I am, possibly in my teens and I remember getting in trouble for something; I can’t for the life of me remember what. I seem to remember something about me sliding down some slidey thing into a crowd, not sure what was going on.
The second dream involved Aliens who took control of people and used their bodies in sporting competitions. I think the aliens possessed the people and trained them to compete like it was a video game. Don’t remember much else, the aliens might have been worms, or snakes that lived inside the people they controlled, not sure.
That’s it, I’m off to bed to do some more dreaming now.
I had this dream about the time of the general election it was of a society of woodland people, possibly elves possibly not. The people were in the process of democratically electing a leader, there were two candidates each of whom had their say on a podium facing the people in front of an enormous tree.
Once the candidates had had a chance to have their say, and they had fielded questions from the crowd, the who crowd broke into dance while chanting.
The leaves of the tree fell one by one, until the tree was barren. Then the leaves were collected and sorted by colour, the candidate who had the most leaves was the leader of the people until next autumn when the ritual would be repeated.
I has a really vivid dream last night which was a cross between Iron Man and a Jane Austen Novel… I think the dream started off with me being me writing a comic that had Iron man in it, and not knowing where to take it, I’d taken on a challenge that I had to release a 3 panel comic a day.
The comic featured a cameo of Iron Man… This somehow lead to Iron Man visiting a Georgian household with several young ladies. think Pride and Prejudice but replace Mr. Darcey with Iron Man… At some point perspective changed from me writing a comic to me being Tony Stark.
I remember that the Identity of Iron Man was a secret, and I think later the house became my house rather than the house of the Georgian ladies…
There was a long fight sequence as the person who was being set up to be the villain of the story was also courting whomever I was. It got a bit confusing from there, I remember not having access to my Iron Man Armour, but having access to an array of technological guns. Shooting the other guy using some weird Napalm Gun thing that burnt his skin, and I would assume lead to his being the villain.
I was also at some point wearing medieval armour because that was all I could get my hands on as I was trapped somewhere away from my Iron Man Armour…
The details are getting more and more sketchy as I wake up, I just wanted to note this down before I forgot it all.
Two dreams last night and I must have had travel on my mind in the first I went to china to visit a friend who lives there but forgot to pack a bag and any money. All I had was a Thob… I ended up borrowing money off a friend to buy some fish… I seem to remember having trouble finding clothing that fit me because I’m not a small fellow and if you’ve ever been to the far east you’ll know that finding clothing for “Not Small Fellows” is near impossible.
In the second dream I’d gone to Japan with my parents but forgotten to get a Japan Rail Pass which scuppered my plans for exploration. You can’t get one in Japan, and it takes a while for them to arrive. Luckily Annabel was coming in a weeks time and we were going to try to get her to get one for me.
I think in summary I’m afraid of forgetting things when I go traveling…