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Sweet & Sour Dreams (Are Made of This)

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The last dream I had was incredibly short. It lasted fifteen seconds at most.

My mother and I were standing at our kitchen window, looking outside. That's when we saw a homeless man cut across our front yard. He resembled a young(er) Harry Dean Stanton, wore a red-&-white baseball cap over longish hair, and was pushing a shopping cart, goose-stepping all the while. She and I exchanged glances; she was mortified/bewildered by this man's presence and desperately wanted to know who he was. Then we both turned to the living room. The man was suddenly there; he goose-stepped across her bed, air-gripping the handles of the shopping cart he no longer had.
 

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Had my first coronavirus-related dream. For a moment I could see the virus on my hands and I washed for a long time. I could see people around me catching it. Wasn’t as scary as it sounds.

I had a jetpack for a bit. Only worked in short bursts so I was just jumping really high and far.

I had a textbook that was full of anti-semitic conspiracy theories.

I was at a funeral for a man I didn’t know. The deceased’s body was in pieces, loosely placed together in the casket. Someone next to me held an arm. I held part of a torso, except he already had all the torso bits together so this was somehow an extra piece.

There was a tiny chimpanzee eating the brain of Laura Kinney (aka X-23, aka Wolverine).
 

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suspiciouscoffee said:
There was a tiny chimpanzee eating the brain of Laura Kinney (aka X-23, aka Wolverine).

Was it the Dafne Keen version?
 

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No, the adult comic book one.

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The boy I currently have a crush on gave me a rose. I woke up shortly after. Goddammit.
 

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I had a very weird dream last night that the girl I liked was a murderer and tried to chop my uhh (you know what) off.
 

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I hate when ladies cut my toe off.
 

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Getting home from somewhere with my mom, maybe someone else too. As we're about to pull in our driveway, a car is coming out of their driveway, pulling out directly in front of us, driving super slow. My mom is honking and yelling "Thanks...", while I'm flipping them off. When they finally depart, we pull forward and, either they come back or new kids arrive at the house next door and walk over to my house. As I'm walking towards my garage door to my house, one of the new people is trying to hit me from behind. I quickly become aware and counter his attack. More kids arrive and they attack my mother and I. They drag us into their garage taunting hacksaws and pipes in our faces, while laughing wickedly.
    One boy puts me in a head lock, while another attaches a vice to my head and it's crushing my skull, there's blood. I can see the boys assaulting my mom but, the vice has rendered me immobile. I scream and the vice slowly loses strength, expanding. Once freed I start looking for a weapon.
 

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For a second I forgot which thread this was and got concerned
 

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I keep dreaming of this guy I like. He was a classmate of mine before school shut down and all, and in real life he doesn’t even answer my texts. I don’t even know why I fell so hard for him. Hurts like hell to wake up in the morning.
 

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My father got a job in space, and then directed a DreamWorks animated film loosely based on his space work.
 

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I had a crazy dream last night.

I got a letter saying that someone that I may know has died, it gave me his name, and I was entrusted with his wallet and his phone. I had no idea who this man was. I did some investigating to find out who he was, and eventually I checked his friends list on Discord on his phone. On there, I found that he was friends with Possessed and Warbler. I figured he was someone from OT. On my own device, I asked people in the FE Discord server if anyone recognized this guy's name, and it turned out that he was in fact from OT, and he was hated. I wasn't sure if I should go to the funeral or not...

Another part of the dream, I don't know if it came before or after. One Discord server I'm in is full of artists to promote their work and to chat. I found out that Neglify was there, and later that Frink was there. They began spamming the server with inappropriate SpongeBob memes. I went to sleep, and when I woke up and checked the server, everyone had left except for Neglify. I found thst I was invited to a new server, a replacement for the previous one, except that Neglify wasn't allowed, but Frink was for some reason.

And then the dream ended with Easter. It was Easter, late in the day, family was getting ready for a big meal, I'd just woken up. I decided I was going to wear a skirt to "piss off the homophobes," a reference to Kurt Cobain. For some reason, my dad was there, but so was my mother. And then it ended shortly after.
 

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FE.org has been creeping into my dreams lately, and this one was a nightmare.

I woke up to a PM from DigMod informing me that, because of a technical issue in a clip I shared for my [actually non-existent] In-the-Works Revenge of the Sith edit, my “faneditor status had been revoked”, and all of my edits were pulled from IFDB. I was devastated, deleting all my editing files and programs, shutting myself off entirely from this community. Then, after I had settled a little bit into my new life, a giant spider crawled through my window, out my door, and turned the corner. I poked my head out to look for it and it had vanished.

After telling all my real-life friends about this (over Discord, not in person), there was a Purge-esque alarm that started blaring. I ran outside to track the source of the noise, up and down completely empty city streets, while this unidentifiable noise was still puncturing my ears. Suddenly, my arm whipped across my body, the noise stopped, and I woke up in my bed with my hand atop my phone. It was my alarm.

I don’t have dreams often and that usually annoys me, but I could’ve done without this one.
 

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Recently dreamt that I bought/received/found a copy of The Alan Parsons Project's Tales of Mystery and Imagination on vinyl. It was a deluxe edition which included three records.

Ho-hum.
 

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I had a sort of nightmare, though it didn’t start out as such.

I was on a trip to Walt Disney World. I was there as part of a larger group, but somehow I ended up in a nicer hotel than most of the others and spent most of my time separated from them, as the place is so large and my friends hard to find.

In trying to find the larger group, I found myself in a strangely austere building. I saw President Trump with armed detail escorting him to an elevator. I waited for the next one, as I couldn’t have gotten in that one if I wanted to (and I didn’t). When I got in the elevator, none of the buttons made sense. I knew then that it was some kind of private elevator, with secret levels not meant for public access. I tried to take it to a public floor and get out of there, but I wound up at an underground hospital, specifically a delivery wing for pregnant park guests who had come from Ohio.

Running away from security (I’m neither pregnant nor from Ohio), I got back on the elevator. I pressed a button several times to get out of there, and found the elevator flying high above the building. I saw thousands of other, multicolored elevator cars surrounding a vast courtyard. It was beautiful. I just slowly drifted upward, higher and higher above this strange place, before eventually making it to a giant 3-tiered balcony.

The balcony had several partitions, though I was free to move about them as I pleased, I just couldn’t leave the balcony itself. After a moment, a video recording of Walt Disney himself appeared, explaining I had committed a crime—not a real one I suppose, just a Disney crime—by not only using the private elevator, but abusing it and taking it to too many secret levels I wasn’t to know about, and he sentenced me to life without parole on this balcony. I was allowed visitors, but only immediate family. My mother came to visit once, and did not understand this Disney prison, so I had to explain it to her, thought I did not fully understand it myself.

I tried to escape once, but was run over by a Hummer, which was itself toppled by a Chevrolet while on top of me, crushing me though somehow not causing any serious injury. When I was taken back to the prison, I started a riot. In time, all the prisoners on this cramped balcony prison began stomping in unison, both to try to destabilize the balcony itself and get the attention of the regular park guests. The courtyard below soon flooded with riotous crowds, who joined me and my fellow inmates in chanting quotes from Marx, and the balcony began to collapse. I escaped, as did dozens of others, but Walt Disney and his Disney Secret Police killed the rest, including Bob Oksner and Alex Saviuk.

Escaping into the park proper, we disappeared among the crowds of regular park goers, avoiding any and all elevators, and opting for stairs. I wound up taking the stairs to where a live television variety show was being filmed, but left there without incident. When we were found, we were met surprisingly with celebration. Apparently, Disney had issued a formal apology and promised reparations to the heroes of the prison riots, since popular opinion had shifted in our favor and he needed to save face.

We were paraded around the park, and I continued to quote Marx to the onlooking crowds, hoping to inspire a true revolution as I knew something was wrong.

I was right. After the parades, Walt led some of us down a long staircase. One of my fellow escapees at the front of the line was right next to Walt, and once they had rounded a corner beyond my line of sight, I heard her terrible screams. I ran the other way, back up the steps as fast as I could, and my panic woke me up.
 

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Bastards. What did Alex Saviuk do to deserve such a fate?
 

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Technically he might not have been “dead” per se, they trapped his soul in a Spider-Man poster. Think it was a poster of a Ron Lim piece, the cover of Spider-Man: Unlimited #1 (but with Spidey half-Venomized himself) which is just mean, you’d think they’d at least trap him in his own work. Oksner definitely died though, they phased his head through a wall, which decapitated him.
 
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