So... I've never out-and-out seen a topic about this posted before. Dreams. What kind of dreams do you have? Any particularly memorable ones? I guess if enough people are willing to share we can turn this into a collective dream journal.
As an icebreaker I'll share one of my more recent ones (if you hang out on IRC you probably heard me mention this one a few days ago):
I only half-remember this one. The first part is a very fuzzy, convoluted mess that I can make absolutely no sense of. The dream becomes clearer as I find myself running around a decrepit gothic-styled mansion that appears to be undergoing restoration. In the pre-dawn hours, orange work lamps cast light down on the dozens of scaffolds put in place by the workers. For reasons unknown, there are few other people besides me and my three companions active at this site. Somehow, this mansion, with its missing walls and unfinished hallways, is my inheritance--I don't know how I came to possess such a thing, but it belongs to me.
We feel an insurmountable urge to hide--we're being chased. By who and for what is not immediately apparent. We dart underneath scaffolds, through archways, around corners, in and out of culverts, but we can't find a good place to hide. One of my comrades has the idea that we will throw a mock wedding and hide in with the guests to avoid detection. This seems like a good idea, so I go and open the front gate. Instead of men and women in tuxedos and dresses, we get hipsters and punk rockers pouring in. No way will this make a convincing wedding. To make matters worse, the bride and the groom have gotten their outfits mixed up, and the dress is made from paper cutouts. As a last resort, we split up. This is the last I see of my companions. As I depart, I proceed down a hallway to find a rectangular prism of water floating in the middle of the hall. I find I don't have to swim through it--I kind of ghost through it as in Minecraft.
On the other side is an arch leading to the outside. Dawn is breaking, and the world beyond is a pale gray. I can feel our pursuers are close at hand. Across a small valley is a building that is the result of crossing a plantation house with a military base. On the top balcony, I see none other than G Man. I figure if I can follow him I might reach safety. I dart for the stairs, but coming out of left field is a HL2 Metro Cop wielding a crowbar aiming to cut me off. An HEV suit pops into existence around me, and the cop blocks my path to the stairs. He waves the crowbar at me menacingly. I catch his first swing and disarm him, beat him aside, and climb the first flight. On the middle landing of the stairwell rests a crate, and atop that are a combat knife and a crescent wrench. I pick them up and proceed to the top of the stairs. A headcrab zombie shuffles through the doorway, surprising me. I grapple with it. The struggle is short, and I send it plummeting down the stairwell. I can hear more zombies rasping and scuttling around the corner. I press up against the side of the door, and raise the bar, ready for action. As the zombies stumble blindly through, I bash them over the head... wham... wham... wham. Each one collapses.
I dart out onto the landing. I see G Man round the corner up ahead. I attempt to chase, but something moves in the left corner of my eye. Looking back to my manor, I see death eaters swarming out of it. G Man is long gone. A shotgun is resting nearby. I ready it and attempt to bombard Voldemort's minions. As you can expect, that doesn't work so well. Using video game logic, I attach a scope to it, and witness the gun change form into a... steampunk/fantasy railgun. That's really the only way I can describe it. Before I can train it on the advancing horde of wizards, they arrive at the stairs and begin to climb. I panic. If they top the stairs I am a dead man. A nearly universal truth in my dreams is that I have never yet died from falling, and I jump off the far side of the third floor balcony. I land, and dart for another ruin. Through it's opening I can see a large assortment of crates. From each one I hear distinct music. I hear Budget Meeting, Bridge of Kazad'Dum, and a track from E Nomine (no idea the name, but definitely that band). I feel a glimmer of hope. If I can open one, I could escape from the Death Eaters. My hope is quickly dashed--each crate has no less than ten locks.
Desperately, I continue through the ruin into the field beyond, and aim for the forest bordering it about 50 m away. Curses and spells are flying all around me, but none score a hit. I return fire with my rifle, and am shocked to discover it fires shurikens. I can see Bellatrix Lestrange advancing towards me, and send one of my deadly stars to say hello. It sticks her square in the arm. My small show of force is not enough to deter the horde, and I continue my retreat. As I near the edge of the woods, I feel something... Intuitively, I get the sense the world has shifted, as if I've crossed over some kind of border. The Death Eaters cannot fire a curse over the boundary. This is Mirkwood Forest. I stop and face them, and see a retributive strike from Lestrange dissipate into nothing as it encounters the border. Lo and behold, from my right approaches none other than Lord Voldemort himself, thin eyes, snake nose, pale skin and all. I feel a sudden dread--He's strong enough to punch through the border, and he's a master at making people dead. He aims and flicks his wand. A sparking, vicious green bolt leaps from its end. Instinctively, I drop the rifle and position myself en garde, ready to fence. I put on my 'war face,' the wide smile I wear whenever I fence, and prepare for action. I feel the excitement of bouting rise, and my confidence spikes. Ive got this. The curse comes into my distance, I parry it, follow immediately with a riposte, and send it flying back. It strikes Voldemort's robes and they burst into flame. He roars with fury, and ragefaces as I awake.
So yeah, in one dream, I chased G Man, beat headcrab zombies, shot Lestrange with a shuriken, and lit the Dark Lord on fire.
Who's next?
Edited with paragraphs as per Battman's suggestion, and changed a few things.
