My weird dreams lately

[RangerWickett]

So, since starting my job at a grocery store I've been having a frustrating number of dreams about ringing up groceries. Well today I have a day off, and I finally had a dream that seemed rather normal (relatively, of course, because these are dreams we're talking about). In it, Angel and Wesley from the Buffy series spin-off Angel were hunting vampires in an abandoned warehouse. Things seemed to be going well with the monster slaying and such (and there were two Wesleys - one the young foppish one, the other the embittered older one from later seasons), but then tragedy.

The vampires turned into a 12-pack of beer and a gallon of milk. Angel staked them both, spraying drinks all over the place.

The milk vampire laughed, "Hah! You missed our hearts!"

Angel replied, "You're milk. You're an inanimate object. You don't have a heart. You shouldn't even be able to talk."

The milk and beer cursed and died.



Earlier, Angel was helping Buffy and her friends chase a monster through a graveyard. It was daytime, but Angel was keeping to the shadows under the trees. In my mind it runs like a chase scene.

Fast chase scene as Buffy's group chases after the monster between headstones . . . then Angel looking confused since he can't keep up; he hears a cel phone ringing. More chase scene, then Angel briefly looking for the ringing phone. Then Buffy and company beating up the monster, and we cut back to Angel, who shrugs and finally spots the phone sitting in a spider web between two flowers. He picks up the phone and wonders whose it is.

Then Drusila, this spooky vampire woman with foresight, comes up and says it's hers. She attacks Angel, and he knocks her on the head, knocking her out. He's worried that he might have given her brain damage, and suddenly Buffy's friend Xander shows up and mentions that the blood of the Slayer will cure Drusila. Angel finds a magic amulet, and he holds it and Drusila's cel phone in one hand, and then Angel turns into Buffy. He's still Angel in his mind, but he's in Buffy's body, and he's confused. He runs away and realizes that the sun can't hurt him, since he's a human woman now, not a vampire guy.

Weird hijinks ensue that involve . . . things the Grandma wouldn't want to hear, but suffice it to say that Willow figures out Angel isn't Buffy, and so then Angel runs away to my friend Trae's apartment. And that's when I realize I'm dreaming, because Angel doesn't know Trae - I mean, Angel's in L.A., and Trae's in Atlanta.

It was a strange dream.

 

[Turanil]

Hey! it was not so long ago you were unemployed, without money, and every wrong menacing, if I recall well. So you've got a job, that's better even if not very well paid and not very exciting. It leaves you time to write your novels I hope!

 

[Greylock]

If that dream disturbs you, just imagine if you were in the Meat Dept or Deli.

All the same, your dream seems to speak to me. Dunno why.

 

[Algolei]

Ever since I went insane, all my dreams have been bizarre.

Lately I've been dreaming about dead people I used to know. I know something's wrong in the dream because, well, they're supposed to be dead, but I still dream that they're alive and doing stuff with me or to me. And green rotting werewolves attack us a lot, and I have to kill them with my axe. The axe I use to chop firewood in real life, not...y'know...some D&D battle axe or something. But the rotting green werewolves are actually stuntmen in costumes, and I don't want to kill them and they don't want to be killed, but I have to kill them anyway because it's in the script--I mean, in the dream. In the dreamscript.

And the dead people I used to know but are in my dream anyway keep asking me, "What the hell is going on! What the hell is going on!"

My shrink has asked me never to mention these dreams to him again.

 

[Stone Angel]

Don't feel bad we all have some wierd dreams probably means that you are over tired. Not used to working watching too much tv, etc. I am suprised that you can remember all of this rarely are my dreams this vivid and I am usually unable to retain or recall them after my shower in the morning.

Interesting none the less.

The Seraph of Earth and Stone

 

[thatdarncat]

Ever since I went insane, all my dreams have been bizarre.

Lately I've been dreaming about dead people I used to know. I know something's wrong in the dream because, well, they're supposed to be dead, but I still dream that they're alive and doing stuff with me or to me. And green rotting werewolves attack us a lot, and I have to kill them with my axe. The axe I use to chop firewood in real life, not...y'know...some D&D battle axe or something. But the rotting green werewolves are actually stuntmen in costumes, and I don't want to kill them and they don't want to be killed, but I have to kill them anyway because it's in the script--I mean, in the dream. In the dreamscript.

And the dead people I used to know but are in my dream anyway keep asking me, "What the hell is going on! What the hell is going on!"

My shrink has asked me never to mention these dreams to him again.

DUde, and I live in the same city as you?

...

I wanna move back to Toronto!

 

[Kemrain]

[..]and then Angel turns into Buffy. He's still Angel in his mind, but he's in Buffy's body, and he's confused. He runs away and realizes that the sun can't hurt him, since he's a human woman now, not a vampire guy.

Weird hijinks ensue that involve . . . things the Grandma wouldn't want to hear, but suffice it to say[..]
It was a strange dream.

Aah, the joys of transgendered lesbian vampire hijinks... This makes my day even if I completely misenterpreted what you meant. Way to go, you've finally surpassed creating EoMr in coolness in my mind. I'm glad I've payed you, RW; it keeps getting more and more worth it.

- Kemrain the Terribly Amused.

 

[Algolei]

DUde, and I live in the same city as you?

...

I wanna move back to Toronto!

Cool! I'm the guy in the blue jacket with the black baseball cap and the big bushy/scruffy beard that you never give your spare change to. Oh, and the yellow Winnipeg Tribune scarf ("I used to be a carrier but I'm alright now!")--can't forget my yellow Winnipeg Tribune scarf!

 

[Darrin Drader]

Ever since I went insane, all my dreams have been bizarre.

You too?

Lately I've been dreaming about dead people I used to know. I know something's wrong in the dream because, well, they're supposed to be dead, but I still dream that they're alive and doing stuff with me or to me. And green rotting werewolves attack us a lot, and I have to kill them with my axe. The axe I use to chop firewood in real life, not...y'know...some D&D battle axe or something. But the rotting green werewolves are actually stuntmen in costumes, and I don't want to kill them and they don't want to be killed, but I have to kill them anyway because it's in the script--I mean, in the dream. In the dreamscript.

And the dead people I used to know but are in my dream anyway keep asking me, "What the hell is going on! What the hell is going on!"

I think I've had that one. I think it might be what drove me insane.

My most bizarre dream recently involved the replicants from SG-1. Except that rather than being large scaley replicants, these ones were fiarly smooth and made out of nanobots. Anyway, I was walking home, minding my own business, and all the sudden there are these mechanical bugs crawling around. So I do what any normal humanoid would do, and I stepped on them. Well, that just made them angry. They flattened out of course, but they regrouped and returned as something larger and more menacing. Then they followed me home, go t in my sink, and turned into the head of some guy who was talking a bunch of smack. Of course since it was just a head, I swung my axe through its brains and caused it to start screaming a bunch of gibberish. So then I realize my house is infested, so I leave, but that's when I get attacked by a replicant bull! I think it was then that the phone rang and I woke up. What a freaking bizarre dream!

 

[arwink]

The wierdest dream I remember happened during a week when I was caught between a deadline and way to much marking.

I was trying to explain to an entire class of undergrads who knew nothing about gaming exactly why performing MAcbeth with an all gnoll cast was the greatest example of post-modern theory you could ever hope to find. Largely because the gnolls used cooler daggers than elizabethan england.

I had flashbacks to that dream the entire week, every time I started a class and someone mentioned Macbeth.