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  1. #211
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    I had the strangest dream. It was one part adventure movie and one part nightmare. Me and my dog crashed landed on a planet where we found a strange gun and glove. The glove was made of soft padding which had large bullet-like shells on the outside. There were also two containers near the wrist. After messing with it, I put food and water in the containers. They weren't that big. That seemed to do something because the whole glove hummed and vibrated.

    Later on, the dog and I were being chased by some sort of monster. I couldn't see it so the gun was useless. When the monster cornered us, the little bullet like chambers popped open and a swarm of bees attacked and drove off the monster. The bees returned back to the glove when they were done. Somehow, I knew they were eating and drinking the food and water I had placed in the containers. I refilled it.

    After a while I found some children trapped in an abandon school and was trying to cheer them up until help arrived. It seemed like a long time passed. I was teaching them. It seemed rather pointless considering the condition we were in, trapped on some unknown planet. At one point I got mad at how useless the whole thing seemed and the bees sprang out and attacked me. I realized they were learning from me and had human-like intelligence. As me and the dog led them on a crazy chase around the school while rescuing children from monsters and vaguely threatening bees, I destroyed the glove with the gun.

    As the bees descended on me and the dog we were rescued by many people I used to work with. For the most part, they were all teachers.
    Solfe

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    Sounds better than mine! I was trying to buy a new memory card for a camera. I knew it was full because the winding lever got tight when I tried to move it.....
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    Quote Originally Posted by Solfe View Post
    I had the strangest dream. It was one part adventure movie and one part nightmare. Me and my dog crashed landed on a planet where we found a strange gun and glove. The glove was made of soft padding which had large bullet-like shells on the outside. There were also two containers near the wrist. After messing with it, I put food and water in the containers. They weren't that big. That seemed to do something because the whole glove hummed and vibrated.

    Later on, the dog and I were being chased by some sort of monster. I couldn't see it so the gun was useless. When the monster cornered us, the little bullet like chambers popped open and a swarm of bees attacked and drove off the monster. The bees returned back to the glove when they were done. Somehow, I knew they were eating and drinking the food and water I had placed in the containers. I refilled it.

    After a while I found some children trapped in an abandon school and was trying to cheer them up until help arrived. It seemed like a long time passed. I was teaching them. It seemed rather pointless considering the condition we were in, trapped on some unknown planet. At one point I got mad at how useless the whole thing seemed and the bees sprang out and attacked me. I realized they were learning from me and had human-like intelligence. As me and the dog led them on a crazy chase around the school while rescuing children from monsters and vaguely threatening bees, I destroyed the glove with the gun.

    As the bees descended on me and the dog we were rescued by many people I used to work with. For the most part, they were all teachers.
    Hmm! Sounds like the basis for an interesting video game. "Bee Glove From Another Planet"?
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    I call it mescaline

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    I remember having some awesomely weird SF or fantasy ones last night. But that's all I remember about them!
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    I dreamed up a whole new sport! Sort of a relay race. It starts with a runner who runs until he reaches a big truck. The truck then goes until it reaches a bus, which goes until it reaches a car, which goes until it reaches a runner. I think there were several runners for the last legs. You could throw in bicycles and motorcycles, of course, but I don't recall any from the dream.
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  7. #217
    This morning I had a dream where I was driving down the highway towards the Nova Scotia border. As I was getting closer some jets appeared with different markings but the could hover to hide from the other jets. As I was getting to border there was a toll booth kind of set up, probably for the pandemic. One of jets rushed passed me and took one of the spots. I pulled the car over and left most of my stuff there and tried to walk rest of the way.
    From the wilderness into the cosmos.
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    Dang, I was in school again last night. But at least it was a lucid dream so I could tell myself "Hey, this is just another dang dream so it doesn't MATTER if I know where the exam is."
    I also had a former boss driving me on an extremely convoluted route to a location I know quite well. Assorted people, way too many of them, were in the back seat at various times. Including small children. At one point I noticed the windscreen was hinged on the left side with a latch on the right. But that was ok, because my boss is Welsh. Except he was driving on the left.
    I seriously wish I could be half as creative when awake as when I'm unconscious.
    I also wish that when I wake from one of these dreams, the cat wouldn't detect my slightest movement and come meowing for attention.
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    In the wee hours last night I couldn't sleep, so I finally got up and went out to the living room. I put on the TV and watched a couple of old sports events, including Olympic curling and a football game on a very muddy field. My wife couldn't sleep either and joined me and we chatted about this and that. She reminded me to water plants in the morning. We also discussed a newspaper article saying people were falsely registering trucks as cars to get lower license fees.

    Then the cat walked on me and I woke up for real, having dreamed all of the above. It took a moment to convince myself that it had been a dream rather than that I had just gone back to bed.
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    The other day I had three dreams in a row about moving.
    From the wilderness into the cosmos.
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    A little background before the dream. When I work at the auction, the first part is unloading the truck which includes moving chairs, tables, boxes that everything from books to glassware. The day of the auction during the auction I got stuff off the back tables which is on the other side of the hall, this stuff varies from books, kitchen supplies, garden tools, help the auctioneer with small stuff like glassware and small figurines and stuff from the front and help with large furniture with the other guy working. They have a numbering system that identifies the object and a price code. And after the auction putting everything back on the truck. In my last dream the number system was reversed and the auctioneer couldn't read them right and couldn't tell what he was talking about plus he was doing it where he couldn't see the bidders. Also a bald guy got up and said I had hair, he kind of look like the Bad Astronomer. Plus all the small glass ware was located at the back and I carry several pieces of this small fragile stuff at once without dropping it and trying to present a piece in another hand. This was for sure an anxiety dream.
    From the wilderness into the cosmos.
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    I dreamed a James Bond movie last night. I knew it was a Bond movie despite no Bond actors actually being in it. As is often the case, I was criticizing ridiculous aspects of the dream as it went along. There were a lot of them.
    The villain, presumably from SMERSH, was Vladimir Putin. On another level, I criticized that has ridiculous. The final events took place in a sausage factory, run by an actual sausage company, in the town of my birth. Despite there being no sausage factories in that town, I'd visited before in the course of my job. I never had a job in that town except delivering office furniture.
    In the end, Putin was revealed to have been a robot and the cat noticed me stirring and woke me up.

    That's the same cat that's meowing at me because her internal clock says it's time for treats and she doesn't know about Daylight Time.
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