onesangheili

This is by far one of the weirdest dreams I've had. I mean, I've had dreams for the past few days now (and cutting into my sleep, to boot), but this one deserves noteworthy mention for being currently the most non-Euclidean of them all.

So, I'm back in my secondary school, attending class in a blue-hued version of my old classroom. First things first, I'm totally out-of-place; I'm at my current height, with my current build, and I'm wearing army fatigues. My hair is mostly gone like my recruit days, or not, I'm not too sure, but even the army jockey cap is in place on my head. My bag, too; it's the bag I used for my NS days, rather than my old secondary school bag. Everything is like one size smaller than I'm used to.

Flashback to what I assume is the previous night, where I'm holding up a notification slip, and it says that I have exams the next day; English, Mathematics, Geography, the works. English I just shrug it off, but Mathematics and Geography has me sweating; how long has it been since I touched those subjects outside of the occasional interaction? To top it off, tomorrow's a working day!

Then flash-forward again, and here I am, in the blue-hued classroom of my memory, where everyone is in pre-exams jitter and talk, yet I can't seem to properly hear anything. The exams come, and it's a FUCKING SCIENCE PAPER. Clearing that one with a mixture of equal parts apprehension and confidence, I am then rudely awoken by the alarm clock.

Now, more than 12 hours later, I still don't know what the fuck that was about. Will tonight bring a table-turner? Or can I have a proper sleep for once since the past two weeks?

*If it's a table-turner, I want it to be Obari-related.
 

Wow, it's been a long time since I last dreamt something solid. Alot of references to recent events, but also alot of insight into my own subconciousness...

So there's this huge red brickhouse building that everyone's working in (don't ask me what, it wasn't very clear) and since it was very late at night (02 00++?), only a few people were left. Some were going home, saying something about "The Last Taxi".

I wouldn't know, since I haven't mastered the art of _noclip in my own dreams (yet). That, and I had opted to stay behind and sleep in along with others. I think I was just too lazy to go home; I distinctly remember outside being a heavily forested area. Bare-branch silhouettes, the works. It wouldn't have looked out of place as a background in a Castlevania game.

So this guy with a blue cap, blue jeans, black shirt, and wearing a dark blue blazer with "Military Police" stenciled across the back comes in, and tells us he's here to check for "eggs". Naturally, no one knows what the flying **** was going on, so we all followed him around as he went along on his task.

Eventually we stop underneath a staircase with several cardboard boxes piled underneath; inside them were some papers and other trinkets. So the MP guy shines a torch in and shows us what he's looking for; on top of a box was a pure-white egg, roughly the size of a quail egg. It shakes for a while, and then something hard comes up from the top.

Since all of us were thinking it was the beak of a bird chick of some sort, we were all watching, but as the top of the egg cracked and fell off, nothing of that sort comes out. We all then peered into the egg, and it was some sort of vaguely arthropod-like thing (sea louse?) that also vaguely resembled the embryonic form of Envy from FullMetal Alchemist. The thing wriggled around, and the eggshell toppled, spilling some clear, viscous liquid onto the top of the box. The little thing continued crawling around in patterns like a lost animal, trailing liquid and other... things behind it.

Having lost interest (and night snack appetite), most of us turn away, but I continued watching as the MP guy opens up the box, and it's just full of these eggs, all of which are also shaking violently. Then I realized that the other boxes also had sounds coming from them.

Then a shadow dropped over all of us, and-


-and I woke up.

I really think I should master lucid dreaming just so I can force dreams like this to continue...

It ain't funny to engage in a sniper battle while trying to count rounds. Worse of all, my magazine dropped out from under my rifle! It was a wonder I didn't get shot because I was loading in rounds from my pockets all the way. Then some fucker tried to ambush me from the back, so I whacked him with my rifle.

In homurun style.

And if you ask me more, I have no idea. This is literally the shortest dream I've had thus far.

Apart from weekends being conductive dreaming days, I must also add that personal experiences and feelings play a part. This will often result in hallucinations while asleep that would rival the effects a drug user will get from using industrial-strength hallucinogens. To be fair to my reputation as a perfectly sane member of society, I was lacking of sleep for a full 32 hours before this.

I'm sure you're all familiar with DoTA, so I won't go there. Now, playing out a DoTA match of your own making, that's trippy.

There were no default heroes; I was going bottom lane with a character that looked suspiciously like the female Priest from Dragon Quest.

And what was I? God-damned Domon Kasshu wielding an iron teapot, and an agility-based hero with a higher intelligence stat than my agility stat. It's like I'm being trolled in my own dream.

I mean seriously, what the fuck. Here, I even had skills to go along with this illusion of the gods:

Hot Water
> Turns your attack to ranged, 600 distance, for 5/10/15/20 attacks. Afterwards, all attacks become melee until you return to the Fountain of Life.

Ho-kago Teatime
> A passive. Find out the wonders of what Mentlegen Domon can do!

KYOJIIIIIIIIIIIIII
> Summon an ally. Lasts 20 seconds, deals 50/50/60/80 %-based damage of your base, takes 50/80/110/140 %-based damage. Also gives 40% increased damage and 20/40/60/80% increased attack speed for 10 seconds.

SHINING FINGUH
> You know what it does.

I shit you not, those were the descriptions for the skills. So anyways, I add a skill to Hot Water, and the Priest and me lane bottom. We encounter this fat fuck that looks like Gluttony form FullMetal Alchemist. Initial contact went exactly as intended; we did jack shit against Gluttony, who then proceeded to lane-push all the way to the first Sentinal tower.

At this point the Priest activates Bloodlust and jumps in screaming like a hooligan with dual-staff wielding (I am pretty sure Dragon Quest Priests do NOT have Bloodlust or any skills of such relation), whacking away at Gluttony. Having exhaused all my range attacks, I activated KYOJIIIIIIIIIIIIII and jumped in as well, and with a three-way beating, some raep from Gluttony to the Priest and general chaost all around we manage to send not!Gluttony back to the Scourge Fountain after Teatime Domon manages to get to level 6 by 3rd-party Exp. from having a Sentinal Creep kill a Scourge creep nearby, just in time for SHINING FINGUH and some roast pork belly.

Then I woke up.

I've noticed that it's really only on weekends that I dream; on weekdays, who has the time to do quantum leaps to other dimensions?

But really, this time was different. I mean, napping on the job is allowed (as long as the head honchos aren't here, since they apparently aren't mad-on enough to skip their Sundays) but the dream this time round was by far the best.

Okay. It's a train chase through deserted underground tunnels with old coal carts that mysteriously power themselves. Three men urge one more guy to get on; one super-burly Afri-American that's pretty much like the gate guard from Muv-Luv Alternative, a bespectacled Chinese resembling Phoenix Wright, a middle-aged German that looks hella like Leonado DiCaprio (as Dom Cobb from Inception no less) a great deal, and the last man is a wizened and bearded old professor that's almost like the frog-faced miracle doctor from A Certain Magical Index. They get in, the carts take off like lightning because a few moments later the cause is clear; mother****ing Shuma-Gorath is after their collective asses.

So as they travel, the frog-professor tells them that he's unraveled the mystery of humanity's past; because of an ancient time-travelling evil, the impulse of destroying each other has been fixed into the genetic code of all creatures on Earth (Say wot m8?) The frog-prof. then rambles on with a few scenes as aid; a spider the size of a Labrador eating a smaller... creature in a pool of mud, followed by a large amphibian mashing up an open crustacean, then  the usual dinosaur violence scenes, then World War II, finally followed by the ever-infamous Yazan Gable saying "I'm gonna violate you!"

Meanwhile, Shuma-Gorath catches up to them and German Cobb gets up to fight him with kung-fu that would make Kenshiro proud. Unfortunately, they fight on another cart, and Shuma-Gorath separates German-Cobb from the others, who travel into separate tunnels.

The others ask how to get rid of the ancient evil; frog-prof. tells them that they must defeat the creature chasing them first before it fully awakens. Even as they speak Mr. Gate Guard does some magic that breaks down the tunnel walls and forcibly merges two tracks together, bringing Shuma-Gorath and German Cobb back into the ride. Then the four of them align themselves into a Endless Frontier-esque battle formation, and the entire dream fades to black as SRW OGS's Dance of the Machine Gods starts to play to Chinese Wright's opening move.

All in all, I think it's been a long time since I've had a blockbuster dream like this. :d