That's weird that you mentioned Arrested Development.
I dreamed that I was in some sort of school situation. I stole someone's antique pen to fill out some yellow ticket things that were good for something or other and I took garbage out, then I interacted with some bitches and defended my "14" GPA as being low effort but okay. None of that made any sense.
But there was also an airplane hangar where they hosed out garbage trucks and I got water splashed on me, and a house where Mel Gibson had had bad luck with logs. They cut away the front of the house so everyone who drove past could see where logs had dropped in from the roof and crashed in through the windows and ruined Mel Gibson's life. It kind of looked like a dollhouse that some kid had jammed big sticks in.
Anyway, my point is that eventually I sent out some sort of mass email to my "team" of fellow situation-haters and they all started responding. Then a convoy of huge vehicles began arriving and they all had giant golden testicles mounted on their grills. One of them rammed Michael Cera's tour bus.
This was a misunderstanding because Michael Cera also had a giant golden testicle on the front of his bus, indicating he was on our side, and they just didn't see it.
i had a dream last night that i was a pawn in some kind of government plot, but i never knew what the plot was. every time i completed a task they would trick me and i would have to start all over again.
finally i had enough. they told me if i didnt do what they told me they would kill my kids. i went nuts and went around killing any government agent i could find, and since for some reason my latest mission had me at the Olympic Village for the winter olympics in Canada there were not too many of them.
then i woke up in that weird way you can think you have woken up in a dream and i was in bed with a girl. i was a little suprised, and even more suprised when another girl popped out from under the blankets (big fluffy white blankets of the softness of kittens) leaned across me and starting kissing the other girl.
neither seemed to notice me, but then the girl on my left guided my hand to her boob, and i thought "this must be a dream"
and i woke up.
and strangely enough, i wasn't disappointed by not having a sex dream about the two hot apparently bi-sexual girls, i was sad that i didnt have the big fluffy blankets. i really fucking liked those blankets.
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I had an odd dream last night that I was staying the night at my friend's house. It was entirely lucid, and I thought that I really WAS there, hanging out with her, joking around, what have you. Then, she stopped talking, and was giving me this blank, robotic stare, and slapped me in the face, waking me up.
About a minute later, she called me, saying that she dreamt she slapped me. WTF.
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Nov 9th, 2009, 10:49 PM
I had some bizarre dream that I somehow went back in time. I met a girl my age there who was for some reason had her hair and clothes in some elven wood style. Through some unknown twist of fate, we both arrived in the present with me in colonial clothes. Through sheer luck, we ended up in one of those New England museums which are basically reproductions of colonial settlements complete with people dressed and acting the part. Since I was in costume, they assumed that the girl and I were working there.
Somehow, we walked away and were in some sort of an indoor science museum. I started to explain to the girl the various breakthroughs in technology we'd had and led her to the food court. I suddenly had to go to the bathroom really bad and began searching for one while at the same time I had the inescapable urge to look at the various trinkets for sale in the area (considering that it was a food court there was surprisingly little food actually there). I woke up in time to make it to the bathroom.
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For the first time, I had a nightmare that continued after I woke up, walked around and fell back asleep
The first part of it concerned an abandoned Ponderosa restaurant. It was owned by a cult of some type and was made up to look like a real restaurant on the outside, but once you walked in the door you were automatically property of this cult. When each person walked through the door, they were magically garbed in this loose red gingham sacklike dress and their will to live was sapped. It was dirty and dusty inside, and people were channeled through to various places where they were forced to work.
They were also completely brutal, and had lots of rules. They whipped some guy because he didn't want to weave on a loom. They shot some kids because anything containing rubber was banned, and the kids had let a black olive dry out till it was rubbery and were using it as a high-bounce ball. Even though it wasn't rubber, it acted like rubber, so the kids got shot.
So I woke up and thought that was it, walked around, got some tea, and so on. Then when I went back to sleep it started up right where it left off.
It was now some time later and the cult had expanded beyond the restaurant. Now everyone was living in tiny identical suburban houses, but the cult leaders still kept an eye on everyone and enforced the rules.
My real-life neighbors moved to one of these houses and I was visiting them. I was in their garage with a bunch of kids and cats when this long green thing crawled in. At first, it looked like a caterpillar, but then it did a snake yawn:
and when the fangs emerged I realized it was a dangerous green viper of some type. About that time, one of the kids tried to pick it up and it struck at him. I was running around the garage looking for a weapon*, and yelling at the kids to leave it alone and get the cats away from it. I alternated between avoiding strikes, trying to decapitate it and yanking kids and animals away from it. It was a very stressful nightmare.
I finally got it hacked into pieces, and I told the kids they still couldn't touch it because the head was still dangerous. While I tried to look for a shovel to get the pieces disposed of, the kids and cats kept picking up pieces of the snake and playing with it. I freaked out because I couldn't keep track of where the head was. I think at one point I actually grabbed a cat by its ass-hair and threw it across the garage to get it away from the snake.
Then my neighbor, the father of the family, walked out into the garage naked and told the kids not to listen to me, that the snake was dead and it was okay to touch it now. I think I might have attacked him with the shovel for saying that.
Oh, and there was also a hot asian chick who had been somehow blinded by the cult, she was hanging out in the garage, sitting against the wall, just sort of there.
* I'm usually a snake-relocator, not a snake-killer, so I don't quite know why I went that direction in the dream, other than that the kids and pets were in immediate danger.
the last weird one i had was that i wrote a movie with fred armisen and it was about being casting directors for movies which are terrible and we have to deal with terrible ideas for movies all the time
then barack obama, who was no longer president, came in with a movie which went under panel review, and when it was over fred turned to him and actually said "you are without a doubt, mr. obama, the WORST director in movie history"
i figured this was awesome enough, and woke up before mr. obama could explain why he disagreed
I dreamed that my grandparents kept a pet lion in their apartment. He would keep knocking over vases and lamps, but they were too afraid to do anything about it.
Last night I dreamt that I had to move to England for some reason, and I was pissed because of their crappy video game censorship laws.
Then I was in prison for some reason, and I was asking one of the other prisoners about getting my sentence shortened. He tells me that some of the prisoners are opting to be imprisoned on the moon, and I told him that that better come with a reduced sentence. Then I woke up.
Need to stop reading Destructoid before I go to bed.
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I dreamed that the significant other and I were in some sort of underground city, looking for some porn store (???)...place looked like it was right out of Fallout 3, actually. Anyway, I kept running into these gatherings of people and I didn't know whether it was a church thing or a convention thing or what.
And I was afraid he was going to be mugged or pickpocketed because it was such a dodgy area, so I kept telling him to check for his keys and wallet.
i have a reoccuring dream for the last week about trying to catch a little monkey that tore around on a moped.
this fucking monkey was fast, and really good at avoiding capture. and when he got by me he would pull wheelies and do donuts and shit.
i hated that monkey.
well last night i had a dream that i clothslined him just as he was about to streak past me. i started yelling at him, GOT YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!! over and over.
then i realized he was dead. i kept the moped, and everywhere i went people hated me for killing the little monkey cause he made them happy with his moped riding antics and becuase THE MAN couldn't bring him down. that monkey lived by his own rules, etc.
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Location: On the border of my Outer Circle of Thought
Nov 20th, 2009, 10:53 PM
I dreamt that I was on the website GaiaOnline, playing their MMORPG. I was just about to beat it when I found out that at the very end, my avatar would be taken to the next world (some heaven-like place) and when I went there it would be forever. I also found out that I'd lose all of my items. Since I spent a lot of time and effort and money getting all of those items, I kept delaying beating the thing to find a way to transfer them to the next world.
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I had a dream last night, where I was with my friends, only I was hanging back, and no one seemed to notice me. Then, this like barrier came between us, and these shadows started closing in on me. I was banging on the barrier, and shouting, but everyone kept talking and laughing, and by the time the darkness got to me, I woke up in a cold sweat.
Anybody seen the childrens' program The Story Store? I don't think it's still running...
Anyway, in one episode Pip gets lost, but is found by the Faithful Dog-Biscuit. In my dreams after I first saw it, I kept imagining that Pip was in the garden and we had to go and rescue him - my mom kept waking me up because I was muttering "Pip's in the garden!!".
Mmmm. Pencils.
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