In the dream, I was bouncing my rogue around Draenor killing targets using stealth and Shadowstrike. The dream included a "fact" that item disassembly (for crafting components) and the ability to dye gear was a thing, and had been incorporated into the game some time back when I had been previously subscribed. I started realizing something as I went along this day: random green drops used to sometimes have a dye color already applied, but nothing I was picking up was dyed.
Thus, when I disassembled items, there were no dye bits to accumulate and send to whichever character of mine had the profession to actually made dye (I think it was either inscription or alchemy but it wasn't a focus of the dream, more a vague background thought). The dye-bits concept worked a bit like how leather scraps, ore pieces, and herb petals work in the actual game; in the dream I could see now that it appeared devs had removed dye bits from the game, probably to make dye harder to produce. Sigh, I thought. Just another thing to be disappointed in. Also, I wasn't 100% sure this wasn't my memory loss coming into play somehow. I was pretty darn sure I was remembering the dye thing properly, though.
Eventually I woke up, and it took a good groggy minute of lying there going "what a weird dream" to realize that no, dye has never been a thing in WoW and neither has disassembly (aside from disenchanting which only gives enchanting materials anyways). I think somewhere along the lines yesterday I had a brief thought like, "I wish this game had disassembly like TSW/etc so crafting materials were easier to get," and that made its way into the dream as a reality. I've probably thought that before at times, and/or heard others voice the wish, but as per my usual mental issues... I forget.
The bank robber didn't seem to mind the kid taking video and it's almost like he found the boy amusing. I vaguely remember more footage the kid shot for fun later of his footage going viral over news networks, but the only channel he'd been able to find on a random TV was something like Faux News so the content there was obviously biased and obnoxious.
Then the dream rewound and I was the kid. This must have been after the initial recording was completed and uploaded, because I was in an inside room in a location that dream logic couldn't decide on: sometimes it was on a higher floor of the bank building and sometimes it was in a building nearby. For the bank version, I almost got the feeling the initial robber guy just let me chill there while he moved off elsewhere to do bank-robber things, and it was later established as a safe zone that police and media could move through in the building.
But right now I was still alone. I was watching the random television I'd found and waiting to see what news show caught on first to the robbery footage. I decided to change channels until I found ABC's main network and saw a notice saying the news hour was coming up within moments. As it started, they had a bit of an intro sequence but the cameras stayed dark. Hmmm were they picking up late-breaking news and scrambling to get it running?
Yep, the next thing to play on the screen was my video surrounded by a graphic that was branded with the ABC logo and whatnot, and the voice of a news-lady could be heard talking about my video and the robbery. The weird thing is, dream logic failed badly and the video actually looked like some kind of oldschool Duke Nukem-ish game's gameplay (in fact I remember thinking that's exactly what it was, and somehow that made sense while in the dream). I held up the tablet I'd apparently filmed the original video on, and started filming the news show for posterity.
It was around this time the news crew from the first part of the dream appeared, and someone said, "Are we going to get a mic on this kid?" and someone else was like, "Yeah." At this point it was hard to focus, and my point of view kept changing around various characters. I remember some issue trying to figure out what the kid's name was, and from the kid's perspective, I was having trouble figuring out what name to use. I vaguely remember "Ned" being a possibility, though at one point I wanted to say "Nev" (pronounced NEEV) but I realized that would probably get mixed up with the guy who hosts the MTV show based on the movie Catfish.
Then I woke up.
For the lucid version, either I will already be going down the stairs or I will be somewhere random and decide it's time to try the stairs thing again. Any stairs going down will usually work to start the process. I have had variations of this dream for probably almost a decade at least.
Whatever the setup, I end up going down stairs, one flight after another, often under buildings via basements or whatever. I will keep going further and further down, and get the sense that there is something very, very important at the very bottom, and it's a feeling that is incredibly intense and overwrites all other ideas that might have been present in the dream.
Often there are other doors on the way down, just sort of breaks between the stairs. For a few dreams I just only ever saw more stairs. Eventually, I finally got the sense that I was almost at the bottom, and there was one more door left. Whatever it is that is so vastly important, it is beyond that door.
Usually I don't make it anywhere near the last door, but I have seen it a few times now. I will either wake up then, or manage to struggle closer. It literally becomes a struggle, as if it's become hard to move or the air has grown thick. It also gets very hard to think and to stay asleep. I reach out, trying to get to the door so I can open it and see what is beyond.
I have yet to open the door.
The way out was through the roof, and I got up into an area that was duct-work and then eventually weird spaces with large pipes running through them and big drop-offs on various sides of large metal surfaces that could be walked across fairly easily.
I found my way into someone's room, which was huge, and it turned out to be Uhura's. At this point I turned into Harry Mudd and tried to sleaze my way into convincing her that everything was fine and I was just gonna walk out the door now. She didn't buy it at first but after some more sleazing she was starting to believe me.
Then I woke up.
(Seriously, dream? You leave off with me as Harry Friggin' Mudd? The pirate was way better!)
Sadly I don't remember much of it anymore, but I do remember progressing through stages where I had to explore and shoot my way towards a key location. One major problem was that something would happen that affected most people anywhere over a huge range of area at the same instant, and cause us to pass out. There were other operatives in the area, a few allies and a lot of enemies.
So basically, when the blackouts hit, sometimes my progress was reset a ways back, because someone who wasn't susceptible to the knockout had moved me (gee thanks). One time when I was getting somewhere important, a Russian female soldier or special operative captured me when I passed out. The dream continued to show me what was going on, in that the woman gave me an injection of some sort and was trying to examine me for signs of some kind of contamination.
I woke up and grabbed a pen, pointing it towards her threateningly while backing away. I found scissors, a much more useful weapon, but by then she was telling me to calm down and that she wasn't interested in a) killing me or b) dying, and could I just knock it off, thanks? I think I left that situation relatively peacefully, I only vaguely remember moving on from that point.
Finally I made it to the target location, a really wide, flat rooftop made of silver metal with some variation in elevation between sections. This place had something to do with the thing that was making almost everyone pass out. I was looking for clues as to what it was and if it was possible to turn it off so it would stop doing that. It started going off every few minutes, but now I would wake up again right after being knocked out, to the point that I was almost making it through the bursts.
(One of my real-life online friend's original characters) Kouri was also involved in the search, along with (my original character) Aster, and while I don't think I was friends with them I knew they could be trusted. Kouri I think was managing not to get knocked out at all, but Aster was far too weak and passed out every time. We were trying to spread out to cover more ground and figure out how to turn the damned thing off, and would randomly pass each other because we weren't having much luck.
Then I woke up.
The art style of the game was sort of art deco / noir in shades of dark orange, brown, and black. The illustrations were cartoony but in that high-class sort of Americanized anime way (think Batman the Animated Series but even more art deco). The premise of the game had something to do with a dinner party at a rich mansion, and player characters possibly ending up dying of different plague-based diseases, one of which could create zombies from the corpses. I finally found the game box itself, which included a bunch of vaguely Barbie (or specifically Ken)-sized clothing, because part of the game was to search for clues and find as many pieces of the party host's clothes as you could, since he would disappear at some point in the game.
There were more small pieces of clothing near the box but I was uncertain if they were doll clothes from actual dolls, and not a part of the game. I was picking up some of those as well just in case when the dream changed to something unrelated.
Ah right, and earlier on in this dream (which was one big illogical mess), I'd received notice in the same day's mail of being awarded something that had to do with Shakespeare. There was a certificate and everything in a large envelope. It took me a while to figure out it was because I had donated money to some kind of Shakespeare thing online, and that the company/charity/whatever sent these things out to anyone who had donated.
Meanwhile, I have no real idea how Plague was put together to form a cohesive game... but I want it! Argh. XD
tirsden: ohsweeet :3 I know I had a dream about Aster and Kouri [Shai's character] but I can't remember D: ... and something at the end about Steve Martin with a ton of kids like that movie Cheaper By The Dozen
tirsden: they were all fishing and two kids from another family walked by... "wanna fish?" "nah we're making toy sets" "how do you do that in the middle of a forest? O.o " "imagination" ......*two of Steve's kids run off leaving their poles behind*
tirsden: the weird dream I had, I was part of a space army, like Halo or the marines in Alien or whatever... and we attacked this bad guy base and our guns ran out of ammo almost immediately and we had no backups... so I made it further into the complex cuz the enemies had pulled back and [I] yelled that I wanted to surrender... and my commander shows up and goes "O.o?" and I said "I'm gonna pretend to switch sides because you guys are... incompetent?" and he was like "ah okay" XD ...turns out the place was actually a neutral hospital.
tirsden: I had a vaguely interesting if badly-logic-broken dream... I was a teenage girl character and some guy was chasing me through a warehouse. I thiiink he was a security guard or possibly cop/FBI O.o
tirsden: I climbed up into the ceiling which was somewhat finished (aka I couldn't be seen from below) but he followed me. I made it out of the building first and was running off and I could see movie-style he was gonna shoot me (...in the back. guess he was serious about not letting me go O.o;; ) and I'm all like "well I totally just changed into a bulletproof vest while he couldn't see me as I left the building" ...logic, what is this? who needs it. XD
tirsden: so he shot once and I kept running, and he shot again and I still kept running, and by that time it was too late for him to try and shoot my legs cuz I was too far away XD
tirsden: and that's more or less where that ended cuz shit got even weirder after that
I met someone who was a Frank Sinatra impersonator, and boy did he look and act the part. We decided to try and sneak backstage for some vaguely smexytimes... and it was rather dark back there and there was a lot of random props and equipment taking up most of the space. I was waiting for "Frank" to kiss me...
...then logic went to heck and lost the point of what we'd been wanting to do, and the rest isn't worth getting into... but for a few moments there, that was a pretty darn cool dream. :3
This is the point where things start making even less sense. I don't remember the specifics of what I was doing in the dream after that, aside from it seems I was going places and doing things. When I would move my hands, the IVs would hurt like heck because I was disturbing them. Sometimes it would just be from movement itself, and other times because I was sort of pulling against the limits of the thing tubes attached to the IVs.
I'm not sure if this was going on because I was actually supposed to be lying on a hospital bed somewhere and just imagining going around doing stuff, or if it was some kind of virtual simulation in my head, or what. The thing I remember most is the pain, and it was exactly the sort of pain one would expect in that situation. (In real life I've experienced having IVs in my arms and one or two in the back of my hand but never more than one at the same time.)
I don't remember anything else, but the memory of the pain stayed with me after waking and really made me wonder what was going on in that dream.
From a chat transcript this morning:
tirsden: I had the weeeirdest dream... where I got some kind of notice in the mail that said I was scheduled to marry some guy with an Arabian-type name in New York if I checked the "yes" box and sent it back... and it looked all super-official and stuff
tirsden: and I was like "I must have gotten something weird from an automated system that has me on here by mistake" so I thought "haha I'll check yes and send it back"
tirsden: I woke up and fell asleep several times...
tirsden: and in another dream, I got a second mailing from the same system telling me where to go in New York for the wedding (a park) and to bring this little package of what looked like clay because it was part of the ceremony and I might not know to bring it myself (apparently the guy was from India)
tirsden: and I was like: O________o
tirsden: and as I'm telling this to my randomly-dream-created grandma she was kinda acting funny so I said "did you send this thing?" and she's like "yeaaaah" and I'm like "but I kinda wanna marry a guy and stuff" and she's like "we can get surgeries! I can afford it!" and I was like: o_________O
tirsden: so. yeah. I should eat breakfast XD
I don't remember much about this dream anymore, other than I was a random girl character who was working with Dominic Toretto (aka Vin Diesel's character from the Fast & Furious movies). I was at a huge garbage dump at night, and he was mad at me because I'd done something to betray him and he'd caught me. He told me to stay where I was for a minute because he had to do something.
I wasn't being watched, so I took off across the dump and escaped, eventually driving a car in typical high-risk movie getaway style. The rest of the dream fell apart from lack of logic.
So... why is it that the first time in ages I've had a dream about a Vin Diesel character, the dream plot has to be trying to get away from him? >.<
I realized for just a moment that I was dreaming, and I thought, "I want Pyramid Head to be in this dream!"
Then I heard the loud, scary siren that heralds the arrival of Pyramid Head (from the Silent Hill games/movies/mythos), and it sounded twice. I looked down at the end of that long hall... and saw him standing there. Suddenly I completely forgot that I was dreaming, and also decided that Pyramid Head being there was a really, really bad thing.
So, I and my mystery-buddy ran across the room to the other door, which led outside. It was dark, and there was a large open grassy area bordered by a high chain-link fence with barbed wire curled across the top. We ran for the fence and apparently had superpowers, enough to jump the whole thing in one leap and keep going.
I looked back to see Pyramid Head tearing across the yard after me, and gaining in speed. He would reach my friend first, but surely that wouldn't stop him for long. For some reason, Pyramid Head was half his normal size and also missing his sword, but was just as terrifying. I kept running in mindless fear...
...and woke up.
Somehow I deduced that the place I was looking for was under the water. So I started swimming, only to see Spike up ahead on a small rowboat. Apparently he was following the same trail and didn't want to tell me about it. So I caught up and we decided to solve this thing together.
The dream plot now insisted we were trying to rescue some lady from inside an underwater lair. We put on breathing helmets and dove down where we could see something below and the place ended up being a huge rounded tower thing with a lot of stuff sticking out the sides of it. There was something about getting too close to the windows being a bad thing, related to explosives in the water around the tower... but memory is fuzzy there. There were a few windows in the side of the tower as well.
My point of view changed to Spike now, and as Spike I found an interface device further down the tower's surface which was obviously the way to get in. It looked like I had to put my hand inside a hole next to it, and I could feel a hypodermic needle device get very close to my thumb. So, if I screwed up the code, it would inject me with something nasty. The code screen ended up being a game of tic-tac-toe. While I was stressing out trying to remember how to beat the game via the usual trick, three moves into the game, the x's and o's rearranged themselves... and there were more squares to fill in around the edges of the usual 3x3 grid.
I said, "F*$# this," and pulled my hand out. If they were going to make it so complicated, why didn't they just use a regular number keycode? I vaguely remember being able to communicate with the girl inside the tower somehow, and we were going to use the explosives to blow a hole in the windows and get her out...
Then I woke up.
I didn't end up doing that just yet, because the head chef and I came up with an idea to add a special to the menu, either every day or at random or whenever it got boring. Gordon showed up and I told him this and he loved the idea. Then I asked him if he had good ideas for chicken cordon blue and he said something like, "Yes, in fact I can train him [the head chef] to make that tonight." Gordon was already working on writing down a shopping list of ingredients we needed for the regular food.
The first few things Gordon rattled off for the chicken cordon blue recipe were too hard to remember, so I decided to write down the stuff for it on a post-it note. For some reason, the first item was "delicate pepperoni slices" and I think there were a couple of other descriptive words in there too. I tried writing "pepperoni" first and utterly failed, writing down other letters somehow. So then I made several attempts at writing "delicate" and failed every single time.
Gordon was right there working on his own list and having as much trouble believing I was failing writing this badly as I was. Finally I tried writing it all in capital letters and ended up writing "GRATEFUL." That was somewhat ironic considering we were all extremely grateful that Gordon was helping us, but it was still the wrong word. I gave up and asked him to write it down and he took over.
Then I woke up... and realized why I wasn't able to write, since reading and writing are extremely difficult to do while dreaming.
[10:51:20 PM] I dreamed the other night that round aliens with a cutsey-type anime eyes face (think gummy critters) came to earth in giant tree-shaped ships, and one of them asked me to order her pizza
[10:51:31 PM] and she was kinda heavy to carry around
[10:51:51 PM] I have no idea what the fr0g was up with that XD
[10:53:49 PM] tirsden: hiiiii *fwop* ...wtf star wars dream on crack XD
"civil french toast"