Today I dreamed that I had some sort of college test to go to, but as it wasn’t for another half hour or so, I was waiting around in my yard. Until it was time to go to class at the far, far end of my yard, behind a random door just standing out in the grass not actually connected to a building.
While waiting for class, I started looking at some birch trees around the area, and discovered that one of them had an odd branch with flowers you wouldn’t expect to see on a birch tree. They were small white flowers with four pointed petals in a fused (connate) tube shape, clustered in some kind of small thyrse—basically like a lilac but pointier. After I spotted them the first time I tried to find them again, but completely lost sight of the branch the second time and couldn’t find it again, as if it had moved higher on the tree and then disappeared. Had it been grafted on there? Had it mysteriously mutated out of the tree? Was it even real? Now I might never know.
With a matter of minutes left, I went to make sure my calculator was in my invisible bag “just in case” the test required one, and set off for the far corner of my yard.
However, I still had faith my non-botany-related professor of a completely vague class which was going to be testing the whole time might be able to tell me something about the phantom tree branch.
I had a dream that I and a bit of family and friends were going to some kind of boating place. Like, a place where you rent a boat and boat around on a really wide lake, but… because it was a dream, there were a few things different.
We drove the car down to this weird little combination dock/parking lot, before realising our car wasn’t built to double as a boat, unlike about a third of the vehicles parked here. Yeah, we were apparently living in the era of car-boats; typically they looked like a car-sized small metal boat with wheels and a car-style windshield and roof.
As we were going to go rent a real boat, somebody else showed up to the side with much wackier ideas.
Oh, my carboat doesn’t go in the water,
he told some staff person.
It’s suspended in the air by several birds.
Uh, like pigeons or something. Four of them. No, six or eight.
The dream then transitioned to me in the bathroom in a regular world without carboats, trying to actually figure out the physics of this. But not trying too hard.
What kind of bird could possibly carry that much weight? A… uh… Staraptor?
If a Staraptor could carry 50 pounds then the boat weighs at least 1000 pounds, so you need at least eight.
Yesterday I had a dream that I was putting together a D&D session with two or three other people in the former garage I sleep in. I obviously dreamed this because everyone’s been listening to The Adventure Zone lately, and because it’s sometimes made more people take interest in the game itself.
There was one strange little twist though. Unlike in real life, I’d apparently been playing a lot of Overwatch and seen a ton of Hanzo and Genji players around—to the point I just kinda couldn’t get a couple of their famous voice lines out of my head*.
Recently I’d been talking with a friend on skype who saw a moth flying around between two layers of windows and then from nowhere a frog also show up between the windows and eat it. I said it would be funny if there was somehow a whole ecosystem between the two windows just because the outer one had been left open, and, well
Today I dreamed that there was this pond with a frog in it but then a heron showed up and nabbed it with its beak before turning into a swan.
Remembering stories I’d heard before, I remarked,
I guess swans are known to eat frogs.
I had a dream that I had apparently been infiltrating some place with the help of Falco and possibly somebody else. I have no idea what we were supposed to do there or why.
But I guess we got it done because I had gone past the brick wall around the place and was now waiting for Falco. He was taking a while for some reason, but when I called his name said something like ‘I’m working on it’. It seems like kind of a bad idea now to have just shouted like that, but I guess whoever was in charge of monitoring this place wasn’t doing a very good job.
Eventually he just kinda stepped up on the wall and jumped to the ground, his black jacket indicating I-have-no-idea-what now clearly in view.
While we were walking away from the walled compound (?) it was for some reason time for me to ask Falco how having flight feathers for fingers could possibly work for anything.
He said that sometimes they break but after a while, the ends will grow back.
Today I had a dream that I had some kind of Digimon keychain that was actually a crossover Kirby game. It was like, some kind of top-down RPG on a small black-and-white tamagotchi/digimon style screen except with good-ish resolution a tad more like a gameboy and one grey tone as well as black?? You could select your character from a menu of like maybe 8-10 of them that I didn’t really get to see.
I had chosen dedede apparently and discovered that when walking around through different areas each would have different music—namely in this one grassy area it played a more upbeat, ambient version of his boss theme.
My immediate thought was oh man, this has an actual soundtrack? I bet it’s a little different for each character so I’ll only get part of it, but I need to find some way to record this OST.
Last night I had a dream that I was playing a tamagotchi thing, but the tamagotchi creature sat on this platform/dais and much like the tumblr horse thing all you did was clean up poop. The poops appeared on the other side of the screen in a random little obstacle course thing you got this vacuum cleaner cursor for and when you’d clean them up sometimes they’d turn into a hologram of the tamagotchi creature that changed to whatever stage it was currently in, which in my case was some kind of Kuchipatchi bootleg with snazzy legs.
After that I was watching a weird and bad movie trailer for “Tamagotchi: The Gritty Reboot” where there were at first these normal babies crawling around and I was like “but those are just babies”, but later they underwent a gruesome transformation into grotesque alien-looking versions of tamagotchi creatures so it did live up to its title.
Today I woke up from a dream where there had been some kind of short stage play based on homestuck printed in a magazine in a two-column article format, and one of the columns was just taken up with Dave Strider having a silly monologue where there were individual parts marked in italics with the names of Shakespeare characters such as “Tenerife“, Bottom, and Titania maybe. He had just kind of spontaneously launched into his own little surreal parody of twelfth night where he was playing all the characters and bullshitting all the dialogue (probably including the name Tenerife tbh) and they were probably all saying stupid things like “I don’t know where you can buy a goddamn fucking carburettor Bottom, this is [insert weird fantasy place the homestucks on the meteor are actually in right now]“
I had a dream that in the area I usually sleep, where there’s a partition-like rectangle of shelves and then another ‘room’ behind, these mysterious college age people had just sort of appeared there. That was their hangout
On one hand they didn’t seem that scary or untrustworthy and I wanted to meet them, on the other, there was no telling what kind of stuff they got up to and I was a little scared.
I forgot most of the dreams I had but, I had one where I was kinda platforming through grey corrugated steel “roofs”, I would climb up on top of one and find this area that was like when a city building has a “balcony” (?) that’s just an enclosed area of exposed flat roof you can walk on where you can see the sky. I climbed up two tiers of these snow-covered roofs I think, each one turning into a wooden stairwell below the next snowy roof, till I got to the third one that was actually outside.
Out here there was mossy ground and some overall yellow-green vegetation further away probably including trees and ferns and shrubs.