Well, the Red Scare girls showed up in my dream last night.

Just introduced to a new sex move in a dream, reverse cowgirl with the chick working her Hitachi at the base of your balls so the vibrations go up the root of your dick

My subconscious did not see fit to favor me with a demonstration, but delivered this message in the form of a wizened old man describing it

had a dream where I stood up to someone who had a bow & arrow on me, and he fired and it went like, into my upper leg, around the muscles and the femur

and I could feel it all, like this shaft not only breaking the skin but sinking in deep enough it exerted subtle leverage when I shifted my leg

which is weird cause afaik I’ve never had real foreign object penetration in that area to know what that feels like but it felt real as hell

just woke up from a dream that was, ah, set in Meet Me in St. Louis, the 1944 movie set in 1904 around the second most important World’s Fair in America

Except it was just set in the leafy residential streetcar suburb side streets where I was escorting around this college-age Chinese? girl in just her white bra and a ‘99-ass deconstructed canvas cargo skirt

And it was def. A Sex Thing but it was also authentically a “1944 riffs on 1904” movie thing, like I was def. escorting her, showing her off to the period-dressed pedestrians, and there was this gangly guy in a light grey summer suit who kept recurring doing pratfalls while walking around looking at her tits

Anyway this was very kontextmaschine on-brand and I thought I should share

You ever have a dream, like, abort at takeoff ‘cause your free-association spins up faster than your bullshit detector shuts down?

Last night I woke up to take a leak and came back and as I drifted off it was like

And now I gotta get on the rowboat…

…to go to the island…

…governed by treaty…

…where they build houses from radishes…

…wait, what?

And I had to come back awake and do it over.

had a dream last night about a combination wedding dress and horse gear store in this big boxy building on the side of a country road

in retrospect it obviously (was/should have been) named “Bridle and Bridal” or something

just microslept into a dream I was on the quad at some Mormon college under a beautiful blue early fall sky and all the cute healthy girls were dividing into two parallel lines according to whether they had been saved by a left- or right-handed priest, and I was like “wait what” and got SO agitated at my subconscious halfassing the theology I woke up and left the girls behind

had a dream that I was in a personal submarine and down on the sea floor I found this talking silver sphere

and he wanted to be clear he wasn’t a sphere in homage to Michael Crichton’s Sphere, but because it was the most efficient way to structure crush resistance and he kind of looked down on me for not

so I said “well aren’t you a regular triangle” because it was the cleverest way I could think to insult a sphere

had a pretty uninteresting dream except there was a fusion restaurant called “Roof Korea”

Had the first creepy sleep paralysis experience I can remember waking up. Started out as one of those crappy fitful logistics dreams, this one about coastal shipping, which is kinda the exact opposite - dreaming but aware of bodily control in bed.

But then I maybe fell into a deeper narrative but came out to a sense there was some presence invading my room and tried to yell but couldn’t and my vision started to come in of my room only somehow black-white polarized except a towel hanging on the back of the door was a glowing red demon head?

And interestingly that didn’t “fade” to reality and functionality, it held like that for a bit then “cut out” for me to wake up cleanly like 3 seconds later.

I mean I guess good thing I had idioms to classify that by, after that I was like “oh, huh, sleep paralysis” and even in the not-screaming part I was just like “oh, my body’s just still in sleep lock-out mode, better get it together to yell at this demon”

Had a dream some amusement park had contracted me to supply “an unrelenting horror”, which was this eldritch beast that would shamble around hunting guests to devour, only some guests managed to do things so arbitrary and confusing it didn’t know how to proceed and the park owners were saying that was it relenting and trying to weasel out of paying me and I was PISSED

for going on six weeks now I’ve gone through a similar experience waking up

(I don’t wake up with an alarm)

For the middle third I have this dream-narrative that I’m dealing with a branching logistics chain, like a river delta or a train network with spurs, and if I like turn over to redistribute weight to my side that represents a meaningful shift in flow

The first third is like the setup for this, “hey ho I’m a dude in a straw hat pushing barges on the muddy Mississip”/“arrr, I be doin’ petty trading in the isles” with a skinflint plot

And the last third is inevitably being pissed that I’ve been manipulated into this AGAIN, in a sleepy and incompetent way that’s lashing out at The Bosses for calibrating my comfort for their purposes, before I actually wake up and get my shit together enough to go feed my cat

this isn’t a parable these are actual dreams I have

>tfw you wake up halfway but the asleep half’s still dreaming so you’re turning over and flipping your pillow as part of your mission to safely distribute farts around town and defend them from the Yakuza

Just had a dream that in the Asian archipelagos dolphins had been tamed for riding like horses for interisland transport but there weren’t hitching posts or anything and I was kinda afraid to dismount cause I didn’t know where to put my dolphin so it would be there when I came back.

Just had a dream where I met Uncle Sam, on the book tour for his autobiography.

It was called “Give Me A Gun, I’ll Solve It”, which was a) apparently a quote from a particularly memorable episode in his life and b) a little too on-the-nose, don’t you think?

Had a dream where someone said Trent Reznor must be the buffest goth ever and I was like “Nah man, The Undertaker. Every year he tops the list in Bulking & Cutting.”

And then I woke up like holy shit.

One of the cool things about being a good storyteller is my dreams (which are part of my mind telling a story to the other part) get absolutely ridiculous.

Oh man I just had the most ridiculous dream. I was playing a new one of those “LEGO (X)” games. I guess it was “LEGO City” but it was really “LEGO Millennial Life”.

First thing you’d do in a new zone is climb a building to build a cell tower, that’d let you use your smartphone to get tasks.

(Your smartphone was a 1x2 flat graphic tile, also there was a visual joke once where someone’s phone was the old handheld black walkie talkie piece.)

You’d use an app to find dates, who would all turn out crazy in some funny way. You’d get jobs, like, you might have to build a cafe and then work there as a barista.

When you’d completed all the tasks and built all the stuff in a zone it would be fully gentrified and you couldn’t afford the rent so you’d move on to the next one, that was a cute touch.

Had a dream that was very touching and poignant (no, I don’t care to share it) but ended up with like 10 minutes of arguing over the price of a Starbucks coffee because, as the barista eventually realized, she thought I’d ordered a shot of Cointreau.

I had a dream that someone I know had been complaining about Comcast so much that some solomonic judge decreed that he’d be put in charge of the local franchise, to either improve it or appreciate the pressures of the system. And then he hired me as his enforcer and I’d ride along in his ‘30s open-top car with a pinstripe suit and guitar case tommy gun.

At one point he made fun of me for not getting the connection between the names of the Spectrum, this old Philly sports arena, and PRISM, a local premium cable station that aired games from there. Which was a connection I’d never made until right then, weirdly enough.

Then I had another dream that I was telling him about this dream, only I got woken up by a phone call in the middle of it and was really disoriented.

swampgallows:

kontextmaschine:

I just had a weird and kinda cool dream sequence and I just wrote it out being like “man, I don’t know what that was supposed to mean”, and then I reread my description and it was just intensely, thuddingly obvious what it meant so I was like “whoops” and deleted it.

you should have left it so some of our notions of self-esteem could stay afloat knowing that you are capable of error, that there are indeed things that you do not know

Shit, you do know how to flatter me.

Alright, I was in a zombie postapocalypse, but far enough off from the initial outbreak that the zombies had rotted to unthreatening - they were these white, swollen-faced maggot-things, if they were mobile at all it was slowly, teeth rotted out, you could take them out with one punch if you had to.

But it was still a lonesome windswept world, roaming the land scavenging houses, and then this one house I got to, doing my thing, and there was a cute 20something girl in there in sweats and a black tank top, and she was the first human I’d seen in like, ever.

And so it was like a human reunion, we talked and talked and got along great, eventually it was like okay so what’s your survival story and she was like “Oh, no, I died, just after the infection hit my ex and some guys came and chopped me up with some axes.” And I was like “…huh, you don’t look that chopped up” and she was like “yeah idk”.

Which was weird even in dream logic but we kept it up and made some drinks and the sun set and we were talking on her bed and I asked her for a hug and I was going to ask her if I could sleep there hugging not even sexual just for the comfort but she was like “no, it’s Friday night, I’m getting sick, I can’t deal until Tuesday, get out of here, not until Tuesday” and her face was turning green with goth-shadowed eyesockets and so I left.

And I was like “Wait, so she’s undead too? But… cursed undead, not infected undead. I wonder how they get along? … …I could deal with that.”

And then I woke up and I was like dammit I liked that dream, I’m going to try to fall back asleep and get back to it and for once it worked. I didn’t meet her again but I met some other folks and we were going to resettle a college campus and I made plans to go find her and invite her along.

The meaning, of course, was “>tfw no gf”

The first few times I read your post I saw it as “you are capable of terror”, how Freudian is that?