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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Nov 20, 2013 19:07:23 GMT 1
In my dream version, she joins in later. I'm assuming Sarah Connor Chronicles had more than two seasons.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Nov 20, 2013 20:04:59 GMT 1
Dude, i need to hook up with your dreams like Inception. Its gonna be so hype!
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Nov 22, 2013 0:16:06 GMT 1
Update: last dream involved me training with Cameron on the finer points of how a fragile human can take on a Terminator when running isn't an option. Translated: I got my ass kicked. Repeatedly.
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Post by Cali on Nov 22, 2013 2:18:25 GMT 1
Why can't I have awesome dreams at the consistent rate you do, Iron?
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Nov 22, 2013 2:35:56 GMT 1
Not sure. I do know that I've been using the soundtrack for Blood Dragon as a backing track while I work out some good riffage on my guitar (I'm using a flanged chorus effect with a bit of distortion to get a cyber-metal feel).
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Dec 7, 2013 15:20:35 GMT 1
Okay. Apparently, I have been having more Mass Effect Dreams... and apparently, I talk in my sleep.
Now, when I woke up this morning, I remembered most of the dream, but... Linders filled me in on some of the stuff I apparently said...
Stuff like: "Too many geth... not enough bullets in the Mako - Garrus is not doing his job. Need to run the geth down with the Mako..."
Oh, and here's the real kicker: "I wonder if I can run over Saren with the Mako? Bump, bump... squish him with the Mako so Sovereign can't use his body..."
Now... I do remember in the dream being annoyed with Garrus because the Mako ran out of bullets fast, and I had to resort to mowing down my enemies on the random planet-landings... and I guess it must be because in Mass Effect 1, Garrus is always beside the Mako in the lower deck of the Normandy when I go to talk to him... doing his Calibrations on the Mako, I assume...
I guess this is what I get for starting a new Mass Effect Trilogy run, and playing ME:1 late last night before bed...
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 7, 2013 15:57:33 GMT 1
Why do all of you have good dreams while mine involve taxes, money issues and grades for school?!
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Dec 10, 2013 5:43:05 GMT 1
Well Gorv, here's one for you. I dreamt I was on DS9 (because Q is his usual troll self and granted me my wish of "getting off this rock"). I'm minding my own business when I get dragged into the Mirror Universe by complete accident. Before I realize what the fuck happened, I'm knocked out by a Cardie. When I wake up, Ezri Tigan is in my cell and I'm chained down. She starts to interrogate me, asking me what I'm doing in the MU. Realizing where I'm at, I answer "because Murphy is a complete asshole and likes fucking with my life". This apparently wasn't a satisfactory answer as she knocked the crap out of me and got in my face, telling me she wasn't there to play games. There are times when being a smart-ass can be a detriment. This was one of those times. As soon as I could speak again, I gave her the following retort: "Pity. I wouldn't mind playing a rousing game of 'connect the dots' with you..." My dream faded from there, but from Ezri's expression, that also was an unsatisfactory answer and I was about to pay for that wisecrack. Yes, my dreams are weird as hell... and speak to a part of my subconscious that I'm not sure I want to address quite yet. xD
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 11, 2013 10:35:14 GMT 1
I woke up five times today and each time i was in a slihgtly less fucked up version of reality. I either leaped from reality to reality until i arrived in my proper one, hence i feel like crap, or i should lay off the cheese before bed. The choice is yours.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 15, 2014 12:35:23 GMT 1
I dreamed I was Bigby Wolf from Fables. I Had to investigate a kidnapping, a father and his kid who was a fable to, like a made up one.The story goes this man when he was a kid wanted to be hit by lightning despite the fact his mother said no. The kid pulled a Benjamin Franklin and got hit by lightning but thankfully survived and promsied his mother he would always listen to her, moral of the story. This man grew up and had a son himself who got kidnapped by this guy to a castle and i had to go find them alongside Snow White. They could shoot lightning like Pikachu and the bad guy wanted to use them to power up his castle to take over Fabletown. It was kinda really bad ass.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Sept 7, 2014 14:10:00 GMT 1
Here's one I had. So I'm living in an Air Force base near my hometown when I go on a morning run and come across these strange adverts posted everywhere that literally came out of nowhere about some new bakery that's opened. Thinking nothing of it, I finish my run and go home. Later, there are more adverts on the TV and it starts to get annoying. Flash forward several weeks and this bakery is a nation-wide phenomenon; literally went viral. My family didn't buy into the hype since we made all our baked goods from scratch, but everyone is obsessed with this fucking bakery in a way that puts the Kardashians to shame. First alarm bell goes off when an instruction from the brass saying that military members are forbidden to eat the goods. Second alarm bell goes off when a fucking RIOT erupts in a large city (NYC, I believe) over a shortage of the goods. Naturally, I'm wondering what's up, but don't have the ability to investigate so I take leave to visit my family. While I'm on leave, I go on an evening run and come across some heavy shit: a person being dragged into a nondescript van in the alley downtown. Unable to make a phone call to the police (cell phone reception had been out for some time unless you had access to the IRIDIUM satellite phones), I grab a shadowy spot and hide. Minutes later, the van is revealed as belonging to that company. Against my better judgement, I climb to the rooftops and shadow the van by using mad parkour skillz. All thought of going to the cops died when I saw SWAT-equipped police standing guard. When I get home, I hear a weird chiming coming from my closet and I investigate, finding a concealed tunnel that leads underneath the house into some sort of hideout. It wasn't very far underground, no morso than a typical basement once I got through the tunnel and it was an eerily identical version of the upstairs house, but with older decor. More strangely, I came across an old hardened safe that I managed to crack which contained older weapons like the M1 Garand, M1 Carbine, M1917 revolver, M1897 trench gun, M1911 pistol, and the M1917 Enfield with plenty of ammo, magazines, and clips for all weapons on top of a large cache of rations. While I'm sharing this discovery with my parents, all hell breaks loose. Massive power grid failure combined with a fuel shortage causes everything to break down, Mad Max-style, with the worst of the violence over in short order as the country went into full-on martial law. During the worst of it, I was out on a run to scavenge some medical supplies (we went into the mini bunker, but the meds were expired and we needed to venture out despite the dangers of bandits), when I found out there were other houses set up like mine throughout the city by overhearing a group of people whispering about it in the alley I was creeping through. I also found out that society's "elite" (i.e. politically connected rich assholes) were more or less living as they did before the crisis. Not too long after, the whole run goes sideways: first the group I'd been eavesdropping on found me and then so did a pack of scavengers/bandits. A gunfight erupted, but somehow we survived the clusterfuck and I got the meds. I was about to leave when I realized the group I was with was without food and, as it was their first run, I decided to stick around and help them find their way back to their place. As the dream progressed, it was clear that it was literally everyone against everyone, Hobbes-style, but I'd eventually earned the respect of other families and groups that banded together along the usual lines (i.e. we had a Hispanic group, black group, street gangs more focused on staying alive than being assholes, etc). When a bunch of troops deserted and left to look after their own families, the "friends" I'd made (in quotes since the civility was tenuous at best considering the lack of resources) and I helped come up with a semi-workable system where the rules were simple: take care of your own first, but help if you can spare the time/effort/supplies. Bit by bit, we managed to piece together a massive population control conspiracy the likes of which would serve as a non cyberpunk Deus Ex storyline. Not long after that, the authorities showed up, complete with a large contingent of heavily armored soldiers I'd nicknamed "stormies" due to their armor resembling Imperial Stormtroopers with actual camouflage. We were rounded up, stripped of all weapons, and sent off to a "refugee camp" that was built on an old trailer park, complete with original double-wides. At first, everything was kinda smooth on our end as supplies and essentials were in good supply and everyone had enough to get by; people even started pairing off (I wound up with a feisty Latina punk/ex-gang chick who reminded me a lot of Vasquez from Aliens). Then more shit went down, people dying from random sudden illness and attacks by animals like great cats, large bear, cape buffalo, etc. It turns out the "refugee camp" was some sort of sick experiment in human behavior: apparently our community was the only one in the state of Michigan that was doing rather well in the "outside world" and someone found us interesting. The dream ended when my parents went to go get a supply drop that was in the middle of a fucking lion pride and got eaten just before they could get the supplies into our cache.
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Post by jklinders on Sept 7, 2014 14:34:51 GMT 1
You guys really need to tap into a common channel and remake Hollywood.
It's literally been decades since I had dreams even close to that freaky and detailed. I was reading some pretty freaky stuff at the time.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Sept 7, 2014 14:43:39 GMT 1
I don't know what to say about that one. Fascinating but freaky.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Sept 7, 2014 15:08:21 GMT 1
I confess my circadian rhythm got slightly de-railed as I laid down or a nap in the mid-afternoon, but didn't wake up til almost midnight. Spent a few hours playing Doom 3 before going to bed, which likely triggered the dream.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Sept 7, 2014 15:18:13 GMT 1
You guys really need to tap into a common channel and remake Hollywood. It's literally been decades since I had dreams even close to that freaky and detailed. I was reading some pretty freaky stuff at the time. Thing is, with Walking Dead around, I doubt I could get anyone to sign off on it. Though I do have some cast members in mind. Keith David, Ice Cube, and Ice T as the leaders of the black gang, the actors/actresses from NCIS and Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles for the Hispanic gang, Christopher Lee as one of the lead scientists, Helen Mirren as the owner of the bakery, Alan Rickman as the commandant of the camp with the guy who played Jango Fett as his enforcer, various present-day "elites" portraying themselves in cameos, and Michelle Rodriguez as the chick the protagonist starts dating.
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