So I got the idea for this from a thread Anastasaeon started about a fever-induced dream. The one character she described was just way too good to pass up turning him into a cartoon.
I just had a really weird dream a couple nights ago that I was in somebody’s basement and there was a furry grey animal, whose skin was flecked with red marks, sitting on the stairs, looking upset. I saw it and said, “What the hell is that thing on the stairs??”
The guy in the dream said, “Oh, that’s our baboon.” Then he whispered, “You might want to avoid him. He’s got a skin condition and he’s a little grumpy.” :dubious:
I’ll post a pic of the baboon later tonight.
Have you got any weird objects or characters from a dream that you’d like to see in 2-D?
All right. I will tell you some of my recurring dreams. Make of them what you will!
Recurring dream number 1: The toilet dream.
I am in this HUUUUUGE bathroom, which is mens’ and womens’ together. It is dingy, and filthy with dust and stuff. The walls are all made of stone. I cannot find the way out. There are no doors on the stalls, they only have half-walls, aaaand none of the toilets work.
Recurring dream # 2. The loneliness dream.
I’m in a boat, in Arctic waters. Several people are in there with me. I can never discern their faces, however. And one by one they all fall out, but only when my back is turned, until I am all alone. Eventually, I come up to a cold ice wall and I can go no further.
None-recurring, codeine-induced dream:
I am flying, and my body is glowing. And then it splits into two. And one flies out from under the bed, and one from above the bed…and then they merge and there are fireworks.
I have never taken codeine since and flatly refuse to.
I haven’t had one of these in a year or so, but I used to have recurring dreams (going back 10 years) about Space Nazis: Humanoid uniformed aliens (with hats–the hats are important, for some reason) who shoot people with super-soakers filled with Man-O-Mango Kool Aid (no other flavor), then pile them in wheelbarrows and take them off … somewhere. I have thus far managed not to get captured, so I don’t know where the wheelbarrows go. I can tell you, however, that twenty-four-hour convenience stores seem to scare the Space Nazis, and they will not enter. Undground rebellion movements are springing up in all the 7-11s in my mind.
I had a dream back in high school where I was at some sort of gathering in this nice mansion when the volcano it was built on top of erupted.
I had another one where I got infected by an alien bug and started turning into a bug myself (I specifically remember trying to roll my eyes and feeling the skin of my forehead being a bit ungiving).
I miss my high-school dreams. Nowadays I have dreams that I have a journalism project due in a couple days and no story ideas to work with :S
The weirdest dream I ever had was something along the lines of Toon Town in Roger Rabbit thorugh the eyes of Tim Burton. It started with a hail storm and ended with me and a mix of human & toon firefighters headed for a fire.
I’m actually looking forward to my operation on Wednesday, since I’ll be under anaesthesia (no other word in the English language has made me turn my head and look as often as this word, thinking someone said my name. Damnit). My husband said he’s had some really loopy dreams on that stuff, and I’m kind of looking forward to it. I will report back. That’s a threat. You can count on it.
However, I’ve also been told that it usually feels like you just dozed off for a few moments, so it seems like there may not be too many cool dreams (that I remember) after all.
I hope I do! Though I must admit, it’s going to be tough to top some of the whackiness that occurs on a regular basis.
Yet another thanks for Bearbear6537,** AFG**. “Hastily scrawled porn” doesn’t have the same giggle inducing effect as it had on me that fevered day anymore, but that picture sure does make me laugh. That’s him! That’s really him!
Whenever I see your name, I think of an Animaniacs bit where the Warner brothers and sister are bedeviling Rasputin, and they ask him if he wants Anastasia for whatever operation they’re about to perform, and a little girl hits him over the head with a mallet. To this day, it still cracks me up–though none of my friends at the time understood why it was funny. I read too much as a child.
Audrey Hepburn and I wake up together. I of course, realize “hey, this is Audrey Hepburn for chrissakes”, while she seems the very picture of calm, domestic bliss. She also looks way hot naked.
So, she goes into the kitchen to start coffee, and I wander in, still slightly befuddled, but in a nice happy way, that I woke up with Audrey Hepburn, who of course, also doesn’t realize she’s currently dead.
As she’s making coffee, she turns and asks if I’ve remembered the promise I made her that we would go get a dog today. And not a little pocket-sized dog, she wants a dalmation. I make a Cruella Deville joke and she starts crying that I could be that cruel. I say it was just a joke, but she decides now I’ve ruined evereything and leaves without making the coffee. Then my wife comes into the room, sees me looking very confused and asks if I pissed off Audrey Hepburn again.
A recent and very bizarre dream, comprised of fragments of things I’d seen and read before going to sleep:
Two guys, in terms of age and dress looking vaguely like the Little Rascals (I’m one of them, the other was a child-version of Ascyltus from Fellini’s Satyricon), in a stairwell like the one in the tower in Vertigo, climbing up between the stairs on a rope dangling from somewhere up above, while Oscar Wilde in his peacock and sunflower phase is chasing us below.
After that, it went all strange and we somehow skied back to the ground and wound up in a supermarket. The rest of the dream is rather dull, but I thought the opening was great.
My husband and I were visiting Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaugn in a huge log cabin. They were building us a guest room. We stayed for awhile to be polite, but finally left. We didn’t have a car and they lived in the middle of nowhere, and we had to walk back along these train tracks high above a creepy swamp.
Oooh, I love telling people about my dreams! My weirdest one recently involved Crusoe becoming this hedonistic king of pleasure who wouldn’t stop having really wild parties so I had to leave him, but when I left him I ended up in a play but it was a really bad play and no-one could remember their lines, so I thought “I know! I’ll take my clothes off, that’ll hold the audiences attention!” and started stripping, but I seemed to be wearing loads of layers of clothes and the more I took off the more there were…Anyway, I finally got them all off, and then I had a love scene with another actor in the play, except he fell in love with me for real, and promised to look after me, and to get back all the stuff I’d left at the house when I’d left Crusoe…So we went back to the house, which by now was a sort of theme park dedicated to pleasure, and my new bloke went in to get my stuff back, but he was gone ages, so I went in after him, and found sat with Crusoe, who was on a throne surrounded by beautiful bikini-clad hussies, and the new bloke laughed at me and said I was an idiot for ever believing that he was in love with me and wanted to help me, and they all laughed at me and then threw me out…So when I picked myself up I did what most girls would do in that situation, I called my mum, and was crying down the phone to her when the new bloke came out of the house and said he was really sorry, he hadn’t meant a word of it, he just had to make Crusoe believe he wasn’t with me, or else he wouldn’t have agreed to play poker with him, which he had, and New Bloke had not only won all my stuff back, but also lots of money, and a car which they were bringing round now…the car turned out to be a VW Beetle in bright pink done out to look like a lobster, and on the back seat of it was a very angry midget in a silver spacesuit, who was jumping up and down in fury at having been won in poker game, and we laughed in delight before driving off into the sunset in our lobster car.
I dreamed I was in some sort of college and there was a younger and rather naive girl with me. I convinced this girl to lose her virginity to DeeDee Ramone while I and several other people watched.
Then we left the college and there were no lights on anywhere. Everything was black. I realized there had been a revolution, but out of the darkness came a saviour. Frank Zappa. He and another man offered to escort us home.
They took us to one of my old childhood homes and Zappa went off with the younger girl. I suddenly realized that he planned to execute her and that I would be next. I told the other guy I had to go to the restroom, then went inside the house. Once inside I tried to escape out a window but the dream ended before I could get away.
In real life I’ve never had any feelings for or against Frank Zappa.
Heh, I don’t know if you would want to put this into imagery. The other night, I dreamt I was watching The Beverly Hillbillies and that the ever-virginal Ellie Mae Clampett had finally landed a real boyfriend and the show turned into soft porn. The guy was a big blond hunk.
The one time I was under general, it simply felt as though I had closed my eyes and then opened them a few seconds later. The stuff smelled like bubble gum, and I was a very cooperative 10 YO child who gladly inhaled, and deeply, and was out like a light.
And yes, it never occured to me how close anaesthesia /anastasia are!
