![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Same deal as before. Lots of Star Trek Q-related dreams this time, for whatever reason. Also, lots more dreams in which I was female. *shrug*
9-14-2018
6:43am
All school shit, but simultaneously interesting and bona fide nightmarish (as opposed to the more usual "mundane nightmarish"), so I'm not sure if that's better or worse. Three separate bits that I recall now.
---
#1
Walking around with someone looking for a room, though all seem occupied, in use. In a "hallway," except it looked like a classroom as well, full of desks & students. "Friend" and I were at the back. A desk was there and we started trying to turn it over, upside down, for some reason. One of the students warned us not to mess with it, as it was a "desk of the Lord" or some shit like that (as in God of Christianity). Which just made me all the more determined to upend it, for some reason, which I did. Almost immediately, "friend"'s cellphone rang. He said "It's your mom," but it went dead. I tried to call "mom" on my own cellphone, but it didn't go through, or else nobody answered. "Friend" said how weird it was that this began the instant we flipped over the "desk of the Lord."
---
#2
In the basement (?) of the school. Other stuff going on as well, but all I recall now was two nerdy, glasses wearing kids. One goes over to the other and asks him if he would hit a guy wearing glasses. He then proceeds to punch the other kid twice, in each eye, or rather in his glasses, which knocked out both lens. The second kid ran away, while the first kid picked up the lens and then came walking toward me. He asked me if I would hit a kid wearing glasses. I asked him did he collect lenses or something. He said "Something like that," with a creepy smile. I said, well, no, I wouldn't hit a kid wearing glasses, but I would kill one. Murder him. The kid lost his smile, got scared of me, and ran away.
---
#3
Four teachers, all female, and I was one of them. Standing outside a room, waiting for some kind of meeting to start. Apparently a meeting with monsters, because we were doing some kind of magic ritual to summon something. But then, four statues that just happened to be in the hallway suddenly came to life. For a brief moment, they all had ghoulish looks, but then transformed (or at least put up glamours) into supernaturally hot guys. I mean like "make straight guys gay" hot. One of them had weirdly bluish-white frosted hair and similarly colored lipstick on. They walked into the room, without saying anything, but obviously expecting us (the four female teachers/witches[?]) to follow. And follow we did. The other three were yelling out things like "Wait for us," and "We love you," and such, but I could see their faces and they looked like they were in pain, as if trying to resist the urge to follow those guys but could not. I, too, felt it. Or, rather, I, as an "impartial" dreamer who was seeing through the eyes of this female teacher, could sense the arousal of this teacher and her attempts to fight it, because we all knew it was not natural and was bad and dangerous. I also, weirdly, had the feeling that I'd had this dream before, except not through this 1st person POV of one of the women, though now that I'm awake, I don't remember having a dream like this before. So, against their will, the women follow these guys/demons/whatever they were into the room. Basically, we all know it's going to end in sex, incredible mindblowing sex, but simultaneously evil, soul-destroying sex. We both want it desperately and are fighting as hard as we can against it. Somehow, perhaps with the help of the other three, I (or, rather, the woman who is my POV, though at this point in the dream there's not much difference) manage to break the spell and flee from the room. I feel bad for my "sisters" because I know they're doomed if they stay, but I can't help them if I'm trapped in there with them. Frosty Blue Hair pursues me. I know I have to get away, that if he catches me, it is all over. He catches me. Brings me back to the room. The orgy, to my surprise, hadn't started yet. FBH says they were waiting for me. The other guys/demons said, mockingly, that they wanted us to teach them everything (the implication being that "everything" meant everything about sex). They were about to horrifically rape us, and we were going to be willing/unwilling participants. At that's when I woke up just enough for the dream to become semi-lucid. I, now a separate being, myself, but still sharing the body of the female teacher, told her she needed to wake up. And she did. She turned into her "true form," which was that of a full blown succubus, complete with the stereotypical BDSM fetish gear and whip and everything. This empowered the other three women, who started to transform similarly. This freaked the shit of the four hot guy demons because they thought we were mere humans. But it made them even more excited, at least at first, because they thought they were about to get with a bunch of succubi. I (both "me" and the succubus teacher I was inside of), however, informed the guy demons that we were enraged by their behavior and by their very existence and that we were about to seriously wreck their shit and we wouldn't even need to use our own powers to do it. And that's about when I woke up fully, just as the guy demons knew the tables had turned and they were fucked, not in a good way.
---
So, yeah, I'm not sure if I would consider these as "good" dreams, but they were certainly more interesting than the typical mundane bullshit that "school" dreams usually are, which was "nice," I guess?
11-1-2018
5:55am
Three dreams.
---
First.
MLP:FiM. Epic level adventure (which I don't recall now, if I ever did) had just come to an end in victory for the ponies. Celebrations. Twilight Sparkle in Canterlot. Surprised when "view" starts switching to each individual pony to show their each individual "after the events" "cutscene," like at the end of a movie or video game. Only one I sort of recall now involved a pony that seemed important but that I don't know who it was now, was a villain at first but by the end had a heel-face turn, now quietly leaving in secret to go redeem herself... with two talking lawn chairs? They're going down a steep, narrow cliffside path overlooking a vast ocean. Something about how this pony can't even love one of the chairs, let alone a real pony. Cut back to Twilight for a bit, then "credits" roll. Sidescrolling view of different ponies (and other creatures [and sentient furniture?]) marching from "left" to "right." Comedic shenanigans. Occasionally shifts to a more elaborate view like a "from behind" shot or "POV" shot showing more of the road (which, by the way, along with walls, looked sort of like metal wrapping paper of differing colors), but an animator explained that this was too difficult to sustain so view always switched back to the sidescrolling. Ended weirdly with me, <name redacted, brother-in-law>, <name redacted, grand-nephew>, and some others on a beach of the aforementioned ocean, playing with a swivel fan?
---
Second dream.
Saved by the Bell? Pre-events forgotten (unless dream started in media res). Zack Morris, completely naked, in a small fenced in backyard. One of the girls, I think Kelly, maybe Jessie, there, mad at Zack. Tell him to pretend to be an android she is building, because he is not supposed to be there. Brief cut to Slater in this same situation. Back to Zack. Lisa shows up, compliments the size of dick of what she thinks is an android.
---
Third dream.
In a large, sandy junkyardish place. Using metal detector/scanner/magic dousing rod to look for things. When found, weird water puddle effects appear on ground to mark them for later retrieval. All but one is found inside fence of lot. Last is just outside fence. I think I'm the one to find it, but it was already marked by an old man on the outside who walked away. Trying to figure out how to retrieve it as it's near something very dangerous like a live electrical source or an unexploded bomb or something. <Name redacted, high school friend> is there, along with somebody else, maybe <names redacted, friends from DigiPen> or maybe it's Elijah Wood (who I always thought <name redacted, DigiPen guy> sort of looked like IRL). They rig up a very elaborate remote controlled underground digging device to get it. They get about halfway finished (the digging element is near the dangerous thing then) when the power fails on the digging device. <Names redacted, DigiPen guys>/E.W. leaves to get a new battery or something. I offhandedly say they better hope the digging element didn't go off course when the power failed, which alarmed <name redacted, HS friend>. His father(?), i.e. a generic dream guy since I never met <name redacted>'s father IRL, says use a magnet. The old man from before, supposedly <name redacted>'s grandfather, though again not really, is there. He tells <name redacted> to cheer up, he can do it. They high-five with weirdly multi-handed arms (i.e. tiny hands sprouting like leaves up and down their thin, vine-like arms). I also high five the old man, with my one normal sized hand. <Name redacted> and I go outside to measure where the digging thing is with the magnet given to us by his "father," oddly shaped like a tiny shoe. While <name redacted>'s tracing the path, I suddenly see a large bear like robot charging up the mountain side toward him (I'm standing at a distance). I think of this as a "raider" and warn <name redacted>, who is unconcerned until it starts picking up pieces of what looks like a small tower made of paint cans. As this is somehow related to the digging device, it alarms <name redacted>, so I rush the bear/raider and knock its head off. Turns out it was robot, piloted by what I think of as a "Jawa," from Star Wars, but it's an even tinier rodent-like thing. It flits around but I finally catch it. It starts saying, in a weird, singsongy chipmunk-like voice, something like "Droopy bird!" I look up at the horizon and see, way off in the distance, a huge black bird with a large, orange, wide bill flying toward us. I say to <name redacted> "Holy shit, he called in a Droopy Bird!" <Name redacted> says distract it, he's almost done. Huge bird arrives. I pick up a big rock and threaten to crush the "Jawa" if it doesn't call off the Droopy Bird. Bird kamikaze dives at me, I duck under it, then wake up as it's coming around to dive bomb me again. WTF.
11-15-2018
6:55am
Weird mix of video game, video game LP, Slender vlog, cartoon, and real life, i.e. DigiPen and TT123. Oh, and horror movies. At a sort of "camp" like thing, that is, a summer camp-like facility with bunkhouses and activity rooms, shit like that. Kids everywhere. I'm there with a team of other guys, some from real life (HS/DigiPen/TT123), some from Slender vlogs (EverymanHybrid/TribeTwelve/DarkHarvest), some from SBFP, some from the Ghostbusters. Not consistent, ever changing. Basically, we needed kids to run a continuous gauntlet of horror movie and Internet creepypasta monsters and entities. Or maybe we were the "kids" doing this. Later, it was us, as adults, saying we didn't need kids anymore. At one point, we'd somehow automated the process, or else we were running computer sims of it. Joking about it. Sitting around outside watching stylized simulations of teams of dudes running through and trying to survive or defeat or outwit this gauntlet of things. A dude taking us to a private chamber to view our individual "highlight reels." Someone asked when did we give up, cut losses, flee. I said even if everyone else died, "I'm going to solo this bitch!" Joke. Everyone laughed. I woke up.
11-19-2018
3:18am
Dream about Ma. Halfway shitty, halfway sweet. In a room, I don't know where, not Ma's old house, not <sister>'s house, but a living room kind of room. Ma sitting on a couch. I was sitting on the floor in front of her, facing her. She had been and was being hateful, doing things to piss me off. I wanted to "get revenge." She had hold of my hand and was twisting it back at an unnatural angle. When she let go, I grabbed her other hand with both of mine and started twisting it, determined to hurt her back. That was the shitty part. I don't know if I woke up enough for the dream to become partly lucid, or if I just realized even in the context of the dream that we were being mean to each other. I let go of her hand and got up and walked to her (for some reason, even as we were twisting each others' hands, we were still a few feet away from each other, somehow). When I got to her, she had managed to stand up by herself. I put my arms around her and hugged her. She said something like "If you're hungry, I was about to go make you some biscuits to eat." I said something like "I'm not hungry, so you can go get in the bed and have a good night's sleep." And there I woke up, feeling highly ambivalent.
12-2-2018
4:17am
Crazy ass fuckshitter of a dream. Stuff came before that I don't recall now, so here's what I do. In a darkened bedroom in the upstairs of a house. Woolie and Matt of Best Friends Play are there. Some other people I don't know. They're doing a Let's Play of some game. Kind of Dark Souls-ish or Zelda-ish. Something went bad earlier in the LP, I don't know or recall what, but as a result, Woolie was now only attacking things by shooting with a bow, like a machine gun. For some reason, every time he fired, it made a very loud, very annoying brtrtrtrtrt-like sound. It was horrible. Everyone, even Matt, was telling him to stop, but he just kept on. So I said fuck it, I'm out. I got up and made a point of saying that I'd never abandoned one of their LPs before this point (not true, IRL), but if Woolie was determined to be stupid, I was leaving this one. And I left. Went downstairs, sat on a bench by the door out and started putting my shoes on. Some kid who I felt like I should know from IRL but who I don't recall now came down. He was kind of whiny, asking me why I did what I did. I said I thought I'd made it very clear. Kid kept hemming and hawwing. I asked why was he down here. He didn't have to leave just because I did. He just edged out the door without answering. Then someone else sat down hard on the bench next to me. I still had my head down tying my shoes and didn't immediately look, but when I did I saw it was a guy named <name redacted> who I went to HS with. He was staring at me hard, saying when I left, Woolie got mad and quit the LP[1], and he (<name redacted>) didn't like that. I just ignored him. He disappeared (either he got up and left or just literally vanished). Then I saw Woolie and the others. I didn't even acknowledge them, just kept trying to tie my shoes, which seemed like a much more difficult thing to do in the dream than IRL. Should also mention that the whole time I was sitting there fucking around with my shoes, the room had been subtly changing. Went from the entrance hallway of the house while talking to the kid, to like a lobby of a hotel or doctor's office while <name redacted> was there, to at this point it was like the dining area of a dinky cafe or fast food joint, big windows everywhere. Here's where the dream took a darker, even worse turn. I hear from outside loud popping sounds. They are oddly not as loud as the brtrtrt sounds from earlier, but I instantly recognize them as gunfire. People in the cafe/fast food joint start screaming. Over a loudspeaker, an official sounding voice starts droning on about "emergency situation," "active shooter," "take cover," etc. I yell for everyone to get down. I drop to the floor, under the windows. I try to crawl behind this big metal upside-down U shape table thing, I don't know what the fuck. Someone yells he's coming in here. I look out from under the tube thing and see this redneck asshat wearing a sweat stained wifebeater, scuzzy patched up jeans, no shoes, and, of course, a goddamned MAGA hat. He's carrying a hunting rifle and has a huge shiteating grin on his face. And that's where I woke up at least enough for dream to become lucid, at which point I coldly pulled out an Uzi and shot the fucker right in his Donald Trump (i.e. in his ballsack). Then woke fully, feeling like shit.
[1] - Just to note, this dream occurred exactly two weeks prior to the IRL breakup of the Super Best Friends Play guys, though IRL it seemed to be more due to Matt and Pat getting sick of each other than due to anything Woolie did. Another "prescient" dream? Maybe, but SBFP had been getting shitty and stale for years beforehand.
12-5-2018
6:59am
Holy crap, potential book idea. Girl. I think I was her. Transfer student? Meet a boy. Boy has sister. Live in old, partially decrepit mansion (boy and sister do). Huge Bigfoot/treant creature lives in nearby woods (friendly, but standoffish). Mystical cat as pet? (of family, not bigfoot). At first, normal. Girl and boy meet at school, become friends. Both like creepy, supernatural/paranormal stuff. For girl (me), it's just passing fancy/hobby (at least at first), because she doesn't know it's real. For boy, however, and his family, this is all real and almost-but-not-quite commonplace. They're the only ones who know, though. I.e. bigfoot/Treebeard guy and mystical (talking? telepathic?) cat are not known to rest of world. Boy invites girl (me) to visit his home, eventually, because he comes to think he can trust her with family secrets, or some of them, at least. They explore house with sister (who is a sort of Wednesday Addams type, kind of goth, kind of spooky). I don't remember any actual real plot/story now, but things I do know. The girl (me) will die as a direct result of having met this boy and the circumstances of visiting this house, but that comes later. I (as in the one having the dream) knew that this was going to happen at some point to the girl (who was me, in the dream), even though she had no clue. And it never actually occurred in the dream itself. Sister at some point gets kidnapped (/killed?) and replaced by an evil(?) doppelganger, which we (i.e. boy and me-girl) start to suspect because sister inexplicably starts acting nicer and more cheerful. Bigfoot Treebeard and girl (me) have bad first encounter/first impressions of each other, but eventually come to respect each other. There's someone else in the house as well, an older figure, not a parent (I do not know where brother & sister parents are, if they're even around/not dead). Maybe an Alfred Pennyworth-type servant/guardian? All of us (including Bigfoot Treebeard and magic cat) eventually form a mystery hunting/solving team, at first just for fun, but later more serious, when more serious things go down (such as sister/doppelganger shit). The dream ended at a point where brother and girl (me) were in a sort of secret room in the house, on an upstairs level, accessible by a secret crawlspace in the floor. This was (initially) our "headquarters." Sister (already replaced [or maybe it should be "possessed"?]) is coming and going through crawlspace, leaving a bunch of toys all over the place, annoying brother. I look out a window and see Bigfoot Treebeard sitting on the edge of the yard, near forest, because he can't really come closer to the house for some reason. I feel bad that we're leaving him out, so we (brother and me-girl) make a plan to build a large covered shelter out in the yard, semi-attached to house, so that BFTB can come visit. As we are starting this I (the girl) say something like "I know some of you think all this is just childsplay or a game, but I am willing to make these investigations my life's work." This made me (the semi-omniscient dreamer, separate from me-girl) sad, because I knew that girl would be dying soon as a result of these very investigations, which might have been what woke me up. All this would, of course, obviously need to be really fleshed out before it became truly viable as a story, but I think there is definitely some potential for something here, maybe.[2]
[2] - So, of course, I haven't thought the first goddamn thing about any of this since writing it here. 6-9-2019 (And still haven't, to this day. *weary sigh* 10-13-2019)
6-9-2019
6:34am
Shitty terrible dumbshit dream. Not the worst ever, but pretty goddamn horrible. I was at Ma's old house in the living room. Ma was there, too. The whole dream, Ma was only halfway there, partly incoherent, ranting about things that did not make sense, due to dementia, and I am fucking sick of having dreams about Ma-with-dementia. (Just to note, Ma has been dead since March 22, 2019, and this is the first dream I've written in here since then, but not the first dream I've had involving Ma since then, and she almost invariably has dementia in them. It sucks ass.) But that was only a sidenote to the real fucked up nature of the dream. It was around noon, maybe early to mid afternoon. I looked out the big picture window because I'd heard something and saw this big, gray, ugly, boat of a car drive up. I went to the back door and looked out and saw a man and woman standing at one of the trees out there, toward the dog house and upper end of the garden. They had pruning tools, like loppers and motorized sheers and were cutting chunks off of the tree. I busted outside and was like "What the fuck are you doing?" They were like "We're sculpting this tree. Someone told us it needed it." I told them there was no tree on our land that needed "sculpting" especially not by random assholes just showing up out of the blue uninvited. They got back in their car and left. I went back inside, but no sooner had I done so when some other random goober could be seen through the window, wandering around in the yard. I banged on the window and he left, but he was only the first in a long, rapid string of random, vagrant assholes coming up to the house as if looking for work, which I had to run off in various ways (the whole time with Ma ranting and raving gibberish about it). One of the last guys was in the front yard and I rolled open one of the side windows to yell at him but he just held up a hand as if to say "Hold on a minute," because he was talking to someone on an old flip phone. As I was heading to the back door to go out and run this latest guy off, the door opened and the final guy just walked right in, carrying tools and wearing a blue, worker's coverall. None of the others to this point had come in the house. I just shrieked at him to get the fucking hell out, and as he was leaving and as I was literally reaching for the handgun that used to be hidden in the living room, I woke up, feeling like utter shit.
6-17-2019
7:14am
Quickly fading, dammit. Feel like this is a rerun, i.e. that I've already had this almost exact dream, though. (No idea if actually the case. Only felt like that during?/after?) Star Trek TNG partly. Ship combat in low orbit of Earth during a sunrise/set (at that location). Two Galaxy classes fighting, one is Enterprise-D. I'm in a shuttlecraft with a woman, trying to escape enemy ship. View is uniquely locked onto underside of shuttle as we try to flee, with opposing ship above us. We go to full impulse to escape, but they lock tractor beam on us. Enterprise is above them (out of our view) and fires, making them drop tractor.
---
Simultaneously, in another "scene"...
Outside on Ma's farm, out dirt road near old rental house. Two cars parked there. One is an old blue 70s style Mustang, but looks like made of LEGO. Also has KITT-like fancy lighting on front grille. House and car look abandoned, though. Truck sitting on opposite side of dirt road, in clearing/"turn-around" spot, with long logs of wood on back. Driver, I feel like, is/was tenant of rental house, trying to get truck to run in order to haul logs toward Ma's house.
---
Other simultaneous "scenes" that I cannot recall now. All "scenes" are connected by weird typewriter looking things, at least triangular shaped creatures with mouths looking like typewriter spokes and metal keys. Not as creepy as it sounds, felt benevolent or at least apathetic. Almost as if "writing" the "scenes" concurrently. Very frustrating I can't recall more now. Woke with indigestion and also needing to take a shit. Glad I brought this with me to bathroom.
7-5-2019
10:38am
Doozy. Three (at least) different time periods, multiple protagonists, epic conflict, bits of Skyrim, God of War (the current version, where Kratos is fighting Norse gods, though I've never personally touched any GoW game outside of watching SBFP), Star Trek TNG. Here's the thing, I do not and cannot recall anything even remotely like a coherent, linear "plot" or "narrative," so I'm not even going to try, thus not writing nearly as much as I think I probably ought, even including these time-wasting digressions. I'll give an overall gist and mention what specific "set pieces" as I can. Overall, I think the goal (eventually revealed) was to kill Q from STTNG. Which involved Kratos in some way, since if anyone would eventually gain the ability to do it, it might be him, I guess? So many different, simultaneous, intertimeline things going on, which is why I'm not even trying to really make sense of it now. Little movements of items from one time to another, transferrals of power from one character to another, knowledge shared, etc. Too many to make sense of. Specific instances I do vaguely recall...
---
In a Skyrim-ish cavern, but I am (I think) Atreus, aka son of Kratos, aka "boy," from the GoW game. Flowing water, leading to a distant waterfall. I'm above it at first, clinging to a wall, then in it, floating toward wf...
---
In the future. Q is there. He is being more evil than he usually was in TNG proper. Sending multiple copies of himself into other timelines. We've got weird little objects of power. They look like red electric hair dryers (like the one Ma used to own). Supposedly weapons(?) made by and infused with the power of Q(?) We had put Scotch tape on some of them, which (somehow) subtly curtailed Q's power. We hoped he never noticed or found out until too late...
---
In the ancient past a kid is there who had been given a glowing, multi-colored sword containing the almost entire power of Q. Kid contained the tiniest fraction of the rest of it. I was a warrior girl, tasked with defeating Q-kid. While fighting, I disarmed kid, sending Q-sword up into the air, which I caught. Right before I could run through Q-kid with the Q-sword, which would have (ostensibly, in the dream at least) destroyed Q for all timelines, that's when I woke up. Seriously, though, the above is only the piss poorest pale imitation of the actual dream and all the labyrinthine events and characters I can't even begin to recall and make sense of now that I'm awake. Hell, I'm not even actually sure it was all connected, but it felt like that was so. Blah.
7-19-2019
5:39am
Interesting. Kind of scary. Star Trek TNG based dream. I'm a guy who isn't very bright. Somewhat mentally challenged. Stuff was happening before the point where I'm going to jump in here, but I don't recall it now. I've been tasked (by someone/thing) to take a test that determines my understanding of "everything." It's a large pile of paper in a pink folder and I'm writing in it, not unlike writing in this. Q from TNG shows up and tells me to come with him, says it will help my test. I start to put away the paper and he says no, keep writing, even while traveling with him. We're starting off in my old room in Ma's house. At some point, I'd written on the journal/test that I was a "good guy," but I mentioned to Q that after already writing a few pages and looking back over it, I wasn't sure if that was actually true. Q ignored that and told me to come along. We went into Ma's bedroom. (Ma herself was not in the dream at all.) Q did something and a weird black portal opened in the east facing wall, where the window is to the left of where the old, defunct air conditioner was installed in the wall. We went through and ended up in the bathroom. I then found myself back in Ma's bedroom next to the door to my room. I asked Q, who was standing next to the black portal, what was going on. He turned to me and said I should not be talking to him, as he was from "instance eleven," whatever that meant, and was not "my" Q. I assumed that meant he was Q from a different point in time. Then I noticed another instance of me standing nearby, though this "me" was far younger, a child. They were about to go into the portal, same as "my" Q and I had just done, but I said wait. I pointed out a strange undulating black mass, sort of shadowy, that was on the south facing wall. I turned and said that it matched a similar weird, writhing black mass on the north wall, covering the other window shade. Q said that was odd and then vanished. The other "me" said it was scary and he was getting out of there. He climbed out one of the windows. I decided that was a good idea and followed him. We were outside now, in the back/side yard, close to where the "wood house" is IRL, though it wasn't there in the dream. A large brown and white dog was there and it could speak, but I knew this was fake and that the dog couldn't really understand, though. The kid "me" was totally fooled, though, which somehow caused him to morph into a black dog. This had been brown/white dog's plan all along and he immediately started trying to hump the black dog. This alarmed me so I called for help. The scene sort of shifted here. I was still outside, but was looting a house (not Ma's house, but in the same position relative to where I'd been) from the outside, but could see inside via the walls being cut away, sort of like in a Sims game. The black dog was kid "me" again, but the brown/white dog was still trying to hump him. He called for help and his dad (not "my" "dad" [and certainly not Pa]) came running. The dog attacked the dad and started biting his hands and feet off. Kid "me" ran and jumped up into the back of a nearby pickup truck. I noticed it had a "ladder rack" on it, similar to Pa's old blue truck IRL, so I climbed up on top of that to escape the dog. There was a girl in the back of the truck as well, who I thought of as kid "me"'s sister (not any of my RL sisters). As the truck started driving away (no idea who was driving) with us on it, I asked where was Q. "Sister" said who is Q? I described him as a guy starting to go bald, with sort of poofy hair in the back, and with a sort of whiny, nasally voice. Q showed up and said his voice was neither whiny nor nasally. I noted that it was good to know that all I needed to do to get him to show up was to insult him slightly. That's when I woke up.
10-13-2019
2:59am
Star Trek and My Little Pony related, but not a mere crossover in the same sense as my own ST/MLP fics. A whole lot more than what I am recalling here happened, or at least the feel of it, anyway, if that makes sense. What I do recall... Three of the Q, one of which was me as a newly transformed/created Q, the second of which was John de Lancie's Q, and the third was a "just there, do nothing" dream-Q who may as well not been there at all. We were in a big pickup truck that was being driven by Captain Janeway from Voyager. I and JdL's Q (or JdLQ as I'll call him) were in the middle with the third Q on the right, and I'll not even mention him/her again since they may as well not been there. Something either was happening or had happened to Equestria from MLP:FiM such that all of the magical creatures that lived there (i.e. pretty much every creature, in other words) was going to have to be relocated to other worlds or face extinction, and this situation is what we, the Q, were trying to fix. At the in media res moment of the dream I'm putting down here, we were discussing where to put the dinosaurs (were there even dinosaurs in MLP:FiM, I don't know, but in this dream, yes, there were). I had said there was an area on the continent of Westeros (from Game of Thrones/Song of Ice and Fire) to which we could move them. JdLQ was at first dubious and I started to ask him to create a map, then caught myself and noted that, since I was a Q myself now, I never needed to ask JdLQ to do anything like that again since I could just do it myself. So I made a big paper map of Westeros, then picked up a copy of one of the George RR Martin novels which (unlike in real life) mentioned an area where dinosaurs lived. However, on looking at the big map, that area was just a tiny strip of land on the western bank of a large river that was limited by mountains to the west of that. And I pointed out that every time the humans of Westeros had a war, which seemed to be all the time, they'd always send warships up that river and anything along it, including the dinosaurs, would suffer for it. Then I said that, well, if we were already considering sending them to the fictional land of Westeros, why not consider other fictional universes, so I then suggested The Land Before Time. JdLQ said that would probably be better anyway since the dinosaurs already there could already speak and understand English, which wasn't the case with the dinosaurs of Westeros, which were just "normal" dinosaurs. Janeway at this point had ceased driving the truck and was looking at our maps and making suggestions (i.e. the previous recounting was less a "word-for-word" thing and more a "broad strokes" retelling of the dream). We also were trying to decide what to do about the ponies themselves, and I said there was already precedent for the ponies living in the "real" world, i.e non-"magical" world in My Little Pony Tales Generation 1, so if necessary we could convert all the ponies to earth ponies and relocate them there. JdLQ said the unicorns, pegasi, and especially the alicorns wouldn't like that too much, and I countered by saying they'd like it better than they'd like going extinct. JdLQ said that was a good point. Then he asked what should we do about Discord. I said that was a really thorny issue. He asked why. I said, well, it's because of all the fanfiction. I myself had, for example, written fics in which he (that is JdLQ) and Discord were one and the same, because they were both played by John de Lancie, but there were numerous other fics in which JdLQ and Discord were separate entities, sometimes friends sometimes enemies, it was all over the place. Before we could figure out how to handle that particular dilemma, however. I woke up.
9-14-2018
6:43am
All school shit, but simultaneously interesting and bona fide nightmarish (as opposed to the more usual "mundane nightmarish"), so I'm not sure if that's better or worse. Three separate bits that I recall now.
---
#1
Walking around with someone looking for a room, though all seem occupied, in use. In a "hallway," except it looked like a classroom as well, full of desks & students. "Friend" and I were at the back. A desk was there and we started trying to turn it over, upside down, for some reason. One of the students warned us not to mess with it, as it was a "desk of the Lord" or some shit like that (as in God of Christianity). Which just made me all the more determined to upend it, for some reason, which I did. Almost immediately, "friend"'s cellphone rang. He said "It's your mom," but it went dead. I tried to call "mom" on my own cellphone, but it didn't go through, or else nobody answered. "Friend" said how weird it was that this began the instant we flipped over the "desk of the Lord."
---
#2
In the basement (?) of the school. Other stuff going on as well, but all I recall now was two nerdy, glasses wearing kids. One goes over to the other and asks him if he would hit a guy wearing glasses. He then proceeds to punch the other kid twice, in each eye, or rather in his glasses, which knocked out both lens. The second kid ran away, while the first kid picked up the lens and then came walking toward me. He asked me if I would hit a kid wearing glasses. I asked him did he collect lenses or something. He said "Something like that," with a creepy smile. I said, well, no, I wouldn't hit a kid wearing glasses, but I would kill one. Murder him. The kid lost his smile, got scared of me, and ran away.
---
#3
Four teachers, all female, and I was one of them. Standing outside a room, waiting for some kind of meeting to start. Apparently a meeting with monsters, because we were doing some kind of magic ritual to summon something. But then, four statues that just happened to be in the hallway suddenly came to life. For a brief moment, they all had ghoulish looks, but then transformed (or at least put up glamours) into supernaturally hot guys. I mean like "make straight guys gay" hot. One of them had weirdly bluish-white frosted hair and similarly colored lipstick on. They walked into the room, without saying anything, but obviously expecting us (the four female teachers/witches[?]) to follow. And follow we did. The other three were yelling out things like "Wait for us," and "We love you," and such, but I could see their faces and they looked like they were in pain, as if trying to resist the urge to follow those guys but could not. I, too, felt it. Or, rather, I, as an "impartial" dreamer who was seeing through the eyes of this female teacher, could sense the arousal of this teacher and her attempts to fight it, because we all knew it was not natural and was bad and dangerous. I also, weirdly, had the feeling that I'd had this dream before, except not through this 1st person POV of one of the women, though now that I'm awake, I don't remember having a dream like this before. So, against their will, the women follow these guys/demons/whatever they were into the room. Basically, we all know it's going to end in sex, incredible mindblowing sex, but simultaneously evil, soul-destroying sex. We both want it desperately and are fighting as hard as we can against it. Somehow, perhaps with the help of the other three, I (or, rather, the woman who is my POV, though at this point in the dream there's not much difference) manage to break the spell and flee from the room. I feel bad for my "sisters" because I know they're doomed if they stay, but I can't help them if I'm trapped in there with them. Frosty Blue Hair pursues me. I know I have to get away, that if he catches me, it is all over. He catches me. Brings me back to the room. The orgy, to my surprise, hadn't started yet. FBH says they were waiting for me. The other guys/demons said, mockingly, that they wanted us to teach them everything (the implication being that "everything" meant everything about sex). They were about to horrifically rape us, and we were going to be willing/unwilling participants. At that's when I woke up just enough for the dream to become semi-lucid. I, now a separate being, myself, but still sharing the body of the female teacher, told her she needed to wake up. And she did. She turned into her "true form," which was that of a full blown succubus, complete with the stereotypical BDSM fetish gear and whip and everything. This empowered the other three women, who started to transform similarly. This freaked the shit of the four hot guy demons because they thought we were mere humans. But it made them even more excited, at least at first, because they thought they were about to get with a bunch of succubi. I (both "me" and the succubus teacher I was inside of), however, informed the guy demons that we were enraged by their behavior and by their very existence and that we were about to seriously wreck their shit and we wouldn't even need to use our own powers to do it. And that's about when I woke up fully, just as the guy demons knew the tables had turned and they were fucked, not in a good way.
---
So, yeah, I'm not sure if I would consider these as "good" dreams, but they were certainly more interesting than the typical mundane bullshit that "school" dreams usually are, which was "nice," I guess?
11-1-2018
5:55am
Three dreams.
---
First.
MLP:FiM. Epic level adventure (which I don't recall now, if I ever did) had just come to an end in victory for the ponies. Celebrations. Twilight Sparkle in Canterlot. Surprised when "view" starts switching to each individual pony to show their each individual "after the events" "cutscene," like at the end of a movie or video game. Only one I sort of recall now involved a pony that seemed important but that I don't know who it was now, was a villain at first but by the end had a heel-face turn, now quietly leaving in secret to go redeem herself... with two talking lawn chairs? They're going down a steep, narrow cliffside path overlooking a vast ocean. Something about how this pony can't even love one of the chairs, let alone a real pony. Cut back to Twilight for a bit, then "credits" roll. Sidescrolling view of different ponies (and other creatures [and sentient furniture?]) marching from "left" to "right." Comedic shenanigans. Occasionally shifts to a more elaborate view like a "from behind" shot or "POV" shot showing more of the road (which, by the way, along with walls, looked sort of like metal wrapping paper of differing colors), but an animator explained that this was too difficult to sustain so view always switched back to the sidescrolling. Ended weirdly with me, <name redacted, brother-in-law>, <name redacted, grand-nephew>, and some others on a beach of the aforementioned ocean, playing with a swivel fan?
---
Second dream.
Saved by the Bell? Pre-events forgotten (unless dream started in media res). Zack Morris, completely naked, in a small fenced in backyard. One of the girls, I think Kelly, maybe Jessie, there, mad at Zack. Tell him to pretend to be an android she is building, because he is not supposed to be there. Brief cut to Slater in this same situation. Back to Zack. Lisa shows up, compliments the size of dick of what she thinks is an android.
---
Third dream.
In a large, sandy junkyardish place. Using metal detector/scanner/magic dousing rod to look for things. When found, weird water puddle effects appear on ground to mark them for later retrieval. All but one is found inside fence of lot. Last is just outside fence. I think I'm the one to find it, but it was already marked by an old man on the outside who walked away. Trying to figure out how to retrieve it as it's near something very dangerous like a live electrical source or an unexploded bomb or something. <Name redacted, high school friend> is there, along with somebody else, maybe <names redacted, friends from DigiPen> or maybe it's Elijah Wood (who I always thought <name redacted, DigiPen guy> sort of looked like IRL). They rig up a very elaborate remote controlled underground digging device to get it. They get about halfway finished (the digging element is near the dangerous thing then) when the power fails on the digging device. <Names redacted, DigiPen guys>/E.W. leaves to get a new battery or something. I offhandedly say they better hope the digging element didn't go off course when the power failed, which alarmed <name redacted, HS friend>. His father(?), i.e. a generic dream guy since I never met <name redacted>'s father IRL, says use a magnet. The old man from before, supposedly <name redacted>'s grandfather, though again not really, is there. He tells <name redacted> to cheer up, he can do it. They high-five with weirdly multi-handed arms (i.e. tiny hands sprouting like leaves up and down their thin, vine-like arms). I also high five the old man, with my one normal sized hand. <Name redacted> and I go outside to measure where the digging thing is with the magnet given to us by his "father," oddly shaped like a tiny shoe. While <name redacted>'s tracing the path, I suddenly see a large bear like robot charging up the mountain side toward him (I'm standing at a distance). I think of this as a "raider" and warn <name redacted>, who is unconcerned until it starts picking up pieces of what looks like a small tower made of paint cans. As this is somehow related to the digging device, it alarms <name redacted>, so I rush the bear/raider and knock its head off. Turns out it was robot, piloted by what I think of as a "Jawa," from Star Wars, but it's an even tinier rodent-like thing. It flits around but I finally catch it. It starts saying, in a weird, singsongy chipmunk-like voice, something like "Droopy bird!" I look up at the horizon and see, way off in the distance, a huge black bird with a large, orange, wide bill flying toward us. I say to <name redacted> "Holy shit, he called in a Droopy Bird!" <Name redacted> says distract it, he's almost done. Huge bird arrives. I pick up a big rock and threaten to crush the "Jawa" if it doesn't call off the Droopy Bird. Bird kamikaze dives at me, I duck under it, then wake up as it's coming around to dive bomb me again. WTF.
11-15-2018
6:55am
Weird mix of video game, video game LP, Slender vlog, cartoon, and real life, i.e. DigiPen and TT123. Oh, and horror movies. At a sort of "camp" like thing, that is, a summer camp-like facility with bunkhouses and activity rooms, shit like that. Kids everywhere. I'm there with a team of other guys, some from real life (HS/DigiPen/TT123), some from Slender vlogs (EverymanHybrid/TribeTwelve/DarkHarvest), some from SBFP, some from the Ghostbusters. Not consistent, ever changing. Basically, we needed kids to run a continuous gauntlet of horror movie and Internet creepypasta monsters and entities. Or maybe we were the "kids" doing this. Later, it was us, as adults, saying we didn't need kids anymore. At one point, we'd somehow automated the process, or else we were running computer sims of it. Joking about it. Sitting around outside watching stylized simulations of teams of dudes running through and trying to survive or defeat or outwit this gauntlet of things. A dude taking us to a private chamber to view our individual "highlight reels." Someone asked when did we give up, cut losses, flee. I said even if everyone else died, "I'm going to solo this bitch!" Joke. Everyone laughed. I woke up.
11-19-2018
3:18am
Dream about Ma. Halfway shitty, halfway sweet. In a room, I don't know where, not Ma's old house, not <sister>'s house, but a living room kind of room. Ma sitting on a couch. I was sitting on the floor in front of her, facing her. She had been and was being hateful, doing things to piss me off. I wanted to "get revenge." She had hold of my hand and was twisting it back at an unnatural angle. When she let go, I grabbed her other hand with both of mine and started twisting it, determined to hurt her back. That was the shitty part. I don't know if I woke up enough for the dream to become partly lucid, or if I just realized even in the context of the dream that we were being mean to each other. I let go of her hand and got up and walked to her (for some reason, even as we were twisting each others' hands, we were still a few feet away from each other, somehow). When I got to her, she had managed to stand up by herself. I put my arms around her and hugged her. She said something like "If you're hungry, I was about to go make you some biscuits to eat." I said something like "I'm not hungry, so you can go get in the bed and have a good night's sleep." And there I woke up, feeling highly ambivalent.
12-2-2018
4:17am
Crazy ass fuckshitter of a dream. Stuff came before that I don't recall now, so here's what I do. In a darkened bedroom in the upstairs of a house. Woolie and Matt of Best Friends Play are there. Some other people I don't know. They're doing a Let's Play of some game. Kind of Dark Souls-ish or Zelda-ish. Something went bad earlier in the LP, I don't know or recall what, but as a result, Woolie was now only attacking things by shooting with a bow, like a machine gun. For some reason, every time he fired, it made a very loud, very annoying brtrtrtrtrt-like sound. It was horrible. Everyone, even Matt, was telling him to stop, but he just kept on. So I said fuck it, I'm out. I got up and made a point of saying that I'd never abandoned one of their LPs before this point (not true, IRL), but if Woolie was determined to be stupid, I was leaving this one. And I left. Went downstairs, sat on a bench by the door out and started putting my shoes on. Some kid who I felt like I should know from IRL but who I don't recall now came down. He was kind of whiny, asking me why I did what I did. I said I thought I'd made it very clear. Kid kept hemming and hawwing. I asked why was he down here. He didn't have to leave just because I did. He just edged out the door without answering. Then someone else sat down hard on the bench next to me. I still had my head down tying my shoes and didn't immediately look, but when I did I saw it was a guy named <name redacted> who I went to HS with. He was staring at me hard, saying when I left, Woolie got mad and quit the LP[1], and he (<name redacted>) didn't like that. I just ignored him. He disappeared (either he got up and left or just literally vanished). Then I saw Woolie and the others. I didn't even acknowledge them, just kept trying to tie my shoes, which seemed like a much more difficult thing to do in the dream than IRL. Should also mention that the whole time I was sitting there fucking around with my shoes, the room had been subtly changing. Went from the entrance hallway of the house while talking to the kid, to like a lobby of a hotel or doctor's office while <name redacted> was there, to at this point it was like the dining area of a dinky cafe or fast food joint, big windows everywhere. Here's where the dream took a darker, even worse turn. I hear from outside loud popping sounds. They are oddly not as loud as the brtrtrt sounds from earlier, but I instantly recognize them as gunfire. People in the cafe/fast food joint start screaming. Over a loudspeaker, an official sounding voice starts droning on about "emergency situation," "active shooter," "take cover," etc. I yell for everyone to get down. I drop to the floor, under the windows. I try to crawl behind this big metal upside-down U shape table thing, I don't know what the fuck. Someone yells he's coming in here. I look out from under the tube thing and see this redneck asshat wearing a sweat stained wifebeater, scuzzy patched up jeans, no shoes, and, of course, a goddamned MAGA hat. He's carrying a hunting rifle and has a huge shiteating grin on his face. And that's where I woke up at least enough for dream to become lucid, at which point I coldly pulled out an Uzi and shot the fucker right in his Donald Trump (i.e. in his ballsack). Then woke fully, feeling like shit.
[1] - Just to note, this dream occurred exactly two weeks prior to the IRL breakup of the Super Best Friends Play guys, though IRL it seemed to be more due to Matt and Pat getting sick of each other than due to anything Woolie did. Another "prescient" dream? Maybe, but SBFP had been getting shitty and stale for years beforehand.
12-5-2018
6:59am
Holy crap, potential book idea. Girl. I think I was her. Transfer student? Meet a boy. Boy has sister. Live in old, partially decrepit mansion (boy and sister do). Huge Bigfoot/treant creature lives in nearby woods (friendly, but standoffish). Mystical cat as pet? (of family, not bigfoot). At first, normal. Girl and boy meet at school, become friends. Both like creepy, supernatural/paranormal stuff. For girl (me), it's just passing fancy/hobby (at least at first), because she doesn't know it's real. For boy, however, and his family, this is all real and almost-but-not-quite commonplace. They're the only ones who know, though. I.e. bigfoot/Treebeard guy and mystical (talking? telepathic?) cat are not known to rest of world. Boy invites girl (me) to visit his home, eventually, because he comes to think he can trust her with family secrets, or some of them, at least. They explore house with sister (who is a sort of Wednesday Addams type, kind of goth, kind of spooky). I don't remember any actual real plot/story now, but things I do know. The girl (me) will die as a direct result of having met this boy and the circumstances of visiting this house, but that comes later. I (as in the one having the dream) knew that this was going to happen at some point to the girl (who was me, in the dream), even though she had no clue. And it never actually occurred in the dream itself. Sister at some point gets kidnapped (/killed?) and replaced by an evil(?) doppelganger, which we (i.e. boy and me-girl) start to suspect because sister inexplicably starts acting nicer and more cheerful. Bigfoot Treebeard and girl (me) have bad first encounter/first impressions of each other, but eventually come to respect each other. There's someone else in the house as well, an older figure, not a parent (I do not know where brother & sister parents are, if they're even around/not dead). Maybe an Alfred Pennyworth-type servant/guardian? All of us (including Bigfoot Treebeard and magic cat) eventually form a mystery hunting/solving team, at first just for fun, but later more serious, when more serious things go down (such as sister/doppelganger shit). The dream ended at a point where brother and girl (me) were in a sort of secret room in the house, on an upstairs level, accessible by a secret crawlspace in the floor. This was (initially) our "headquarters." Sister (already replaced [or maybe it should be "possessed"?]) is coming and going through crawlspace, leaving a bunch of toys all over the place, annoying brother. I look out a window and see Bigfoot Treebeard sitting on the edge of the yard, near forest, because he can't really come closer to the house for some reason. I feel bad that we're leaving him out, so we (brother and me-girl) make a plan to build a large covered shelter out in the yard, semi-attached to house, so that BFTB can come visit. As we are starting this I (the girl) say something like "I know some of you think all this is just childsplay or a game, but I am willing to make these investigations my life's work." This made me (the semi-omniscient dreamer, separate from me-girl) sad, because I knew that girl would be dying soon as a result of these very investigations, which might have been what woke me up. All this would, of course, obviously need to be really fleshed out before it became truly viable as a story, but I think there is definitely some potential for something here, maybe.[2]
[2] - So, of course, I haven't thought the first goddamn thing about any of this since writing it here. 6-9-2019 (And still haven't, to this day. *weary sigh* 10-13-2019)
6-9-2019
6:34am
Shitty terrible dumbshit dream. Not the worst ever, but pretty goddamn horrible. I was at Ma's old house in the living room. Ma was there, too. The whole dream, Ma was only halfway there, partly incoherent, ranting about things that did not make sense, due to dementia, and I am fucking sick of having dreams about Ma-with-dementia. (Just to note, Ma has been dead since March 22, 2019, and this is the first dream I've written in here since then, but not the first dream I've had involving Ma since then, and she almost invariably has dementia in them. It sucks ass.) But that was only a sidenote to the real fucked up nature of the dream. It was around noon, maybe early to mid afternoon. I looked out the big picture window because I'd heard something and saw this big, gray, ugly, boat of a car drive up. I went to the back door and looked out and saw a man and woman standing at one of the trees out there, toward the dog house and upper end of the garden. They had pruning tools, like loppers and motorized sheers and were cutting chunks off of the tree. I busted outside and was like "What the fuck are you doing?" They were like "We're sculpting this tree. Someone told us it needed it." I told them there was no tree on our land that needed "sculpting" especially not by random assholes just showing up out of the blue uninvited. They got back in their car and left. I went back inside, but no sooner had I done so when some other random goober could be seen through the window, wandering around in the yard. I banged on the window and he left, but he was only the first in a long, rapid string of random, vagrant assholes coming up to the house as if looking for work, which I had to run off in various ways (the whole time with Ma ranting and raving gibberish about it). One of the last guys was in the front yard and I rolled open one of the side windows to yell at him but he just held up a hand as if to say "Hold on a minute," because he was talking to someone on an old flip phone. As I was heading to the back door to go out and run this latest guy off, the door opened and the final guy just walked right in, carrying tools and wearing a blue, worker's coverall. None of the others to this point had come in the house. I just shrieked at him to get the fucking hell out, and as he was leaving and as I was literally reaching for the handgun that used to be hidden in the living room, I woke up, feeling like utter shit.
6-17-2019
7:14am
Quickly fading, dammit. Feel like this is a rerun, i.e. that I've already had this almost exact dream, though. (No idea if actually the case. Only felt like that during?/after?) Star Trek TNG partly. Ship combat in low orbit of Earth during a sunrise/set (at that location). Two Galaxy classes fighting, one is Enterprise-D. I'm in a shuttlecraft with a woman, trying to escape enemy ship. View is uniquely locked onto underside of shuttle as we try to flee, with opposing ship above us. We go to full impulse to escape, but they lock tractor beam on us. Enterprise is above them (out of our view) and fires, making them drop tractor.
---
Simultaneously, in another "scene"...
Outside on Ma's farm, out dirt road near old rental house. Two cars parked there. One is an old blue 70s style Mustang, but looks like made of LEGO. Also has KITT-like fancy lighting on front grille. House and car look abandoned, though. Truck sitting on opposite side of dirt road, in clearing/"turn-around" spot, with long logs of wood on back. Driver, I feel like, is/was tenant of rental house, trying to get truck to run in order to haul logs toward Ma's house.
---
Other simultaneous "scenes" that I cannot recall now. All "scenes" are connected by weird typewriter looking things, at least triangular shaped creatures with mouths looking like typewriter spokes and metal keys. Not as creepy as it sounds, felt benevolent or at least apathetic. Almost as if "writing" the "scenes" concurrently. Very frustrating I can't recall more now. Woke with indigestion and also needing to take a shit. Glad I brought this with me to bathroom.
7-5-2019
10:38am
Doozy. Three (at least) different time periods, multiple protagonists, epic conflict, bits of Skyrim, God of War (the current version, where Kratos is fighting Norse gods, though I've never personally touched any GoW game outside of watching SBFP), Star Trek TNG. Here's the thing, I do not and cannot recall anything even remotely like a coherent, linear "plot" or "narrative," so I'm not even going to try, thus not writing nearly as much as I think I probably ought, even including these time-wasting digressions. I'll give an overall gist and mention what specific "set pieces" as I can. Overall, I think the goal (eventually revealed) was to kill Q from STTNG. Which involved Kratos in some way, since if anyone would eventually gain the ability to do it, it might be him, I guess? So many different, simultaneous, intertimeline things going on, which is why I'm not even trying to really make sense of it now. Little movements of items from one time to another, transferrals of power from one character to another, knowledge shared, etc. Too many to make sense of. Specific instances I do vaguely recall...
---
In a Skyrim-ish cavern, but I am (I think) Atreus, aka son of Kratos, aka "boy," from the GoW game. Flowing water, leading to a distant waterfall. I'm above it at first, clinging to a wall, then in it, floating toward wf...
---
In the future. Q is there. He is being more evil than he usually was in TNG proper. Sending multiple copies of himself into other timelines. We've got weird little objects of power. They look like red electric hair dryers (like the one Ma used to own). Supposedly weapons(?) made by and infused with the power of Q(?) We had put Scotch tape on some of them, which (somehow) subtly curtailed Q's power. We hoped he never noticed or found out until too late...
---
In the ancient past a kid is there who had been given a glowing, multi-colored sword containing the almost entire power of Q. Kid contained the tiniest fraction of the rest of it. I was a warrior girl, tasked with defeating Q-kid. While fighting, I disarmed kid, sending Q-sword up into the air, which I caught. Right before I could run through Q-kid with the Q-sword, which would have (ostensibly, in the dream at least) destroyed Q for all timelines, that's when I woke up. Seriously, though, the above is only the piss poorest pale imitation of the actual dream and all the labyrinthine events and characters I can't even begin to recall and make sense of now that I'm awake. Hell, I'm not even actually sure it was all connected, but it felt like that was so. Blah.
7-19-2019
5:39am
Interesting. Kind of scary. Star Trek TNG based dream. I'm a guy who isn't very bright. Somewhat mentally challenged. Stuff was happening before the point where I'm going to jump in here, but I don't recall it now. I've been tasked (by someone/thing) to take a test that determines my understanding of "everything." It's a large pile of paper in a pink folder and I'm writing in it, not unlike writing in this. Q from TNG shows up and tells me to come with him, says it will help my test. I start to put away the paper and he says no, keep writing, even while traveling with him. We're starting off in my old room in Ma's house. At some point, I'd written on the journal/test that I was a "good guy," but I mentioned to Q that after already writing a few pages and looking back over it, I wasn't sure if that was actually true. Q ignored that and told me to come along. We went into Ma's bedroom. (Ma herself was not in the dream at all.) Q did something and a weird black portal opened in the east facing wall, where the window is to the left of where the old, defunct air conditioner was installed in the wall. We went through and ended up in the bathroom. I then found myself back in Ma's bedroom next to the door to my room. I asked Q, who was standing next to the black portal, what was going on. He turned to me and said I should not be talking to him, as he was from "instance eleven," whatever that meant, and was not "my" Q. I assumed that meant he was Q from a different point in time. Then I noticed another instance of me standing nearby, though this "me" was far younger, a child. They were about to go into the portal, same as "my" Q and I had just done, but I said wait. I pointed out a strange undulating black mass, sort of shadowy, that was on the south facing wall. I turned and said that it matched a similar weird, writhing black mass on the north wall, covering the other window shade. Q said that was odd and then vanished. The other "me" said it was scary and he was getting out of there. He climbed out one of the windows. I decided that was a good idea and followed him. We were outside now, in the back/side yard, close to where the "wood house" is IRL, though it wasn't there in the dream. A large brown and white dog was there and it could speak, but I knew this was fake and that the dog couldn't really understand, though. The kid "me" was totally fooled, though, which somehow caused him to morph into a black dog. This had been brown/white dog's plan all along and he immediately started trying to hump the black dog. This alarmed me so I called for help. The scene sort of shifted here. I was still outside, but was looting a house (not Ma's house, but in the same position relative to where I'd been) from the outside, but could see inside via the walls being cut away, sort of like in a Sims game. The black dog was kid "me" again, but the brown/white dog was still trying to hump him. He called for help and his dad (not "my" "dad" [and certainly not Pa]) came running. The dog attacked the dad and started biting his hands and feet off. Kid "me" ran and jumped up into the back of a nearby pickup truck. I noticed it had a "ladder rack" on it, similar to Pa's old blue truck IRL, so I climbed up on top of that to escape the dog. There was a girl in the back of the truck as well, who I thought of as kid "me"'s sister (not any of my RL sisters). As the truck started driving away (no idea who was driving) with us on it, I asked where was Q. "Sister" said who is Q? I described him as a guy starting to go bald, with sort of poofy hair in the back, and with a sort of whiny, nasally voice. Q showed up and said his voice was neither whiny nor nasally. I noted that it was good to know that all I needed to do to get him to show up was to insult him slightly. That's when I woke up.
10-13-2019
2:59am
Star Trek and My Little Pony related, but not a mere crossover in the same sense as my own ST/MLP fics. A whole lot more than what I am recalling here happened, or at least the feel of it, anyway, if that makes sense. What I do recall... Three of the Q, one of which was me as a newly transformed/created Q, the second of which was John de Lancie's Q, and the third was a "just there, do nothing" dream-Q who may as well not been there at all. We were in a big pickup truck that was being driven by Captain Janeway from Voyager. I and JdL's Q (or JdLQ as I'll call him) were in the middle with the third Q on the right, and I'll not even mention him/her again since they may as well not been there. Something either was happening or had happened to Equestria from MLP:FiM such that all of the magical creatures that lived there (i.e. pretty much every creature, in other words) was going to have to be relocated to other worlds or face extinction, and this situation is what we, the Q, were trying to fix. At the in media res moment of the dream I'm putting down here, we were discussing where to put the dinosaurs (were there even dinosaurs in MLP:FiM, I don't know, but in this dream, yes, there were). I had said there was an area on the continent of Westeros (from Game of Thrones/Song of Ice and Fire) to which we could move them. JdLQ was at first dubious and I started to ask him to create a map, then caught myself and noted that, since I was a Q myself now, I never needed to ask JdLQ to do anything like that again since I could just do it myself. So I made a big paper map of Westeros, then picked up a copy of one of the George RR Martin novels which (unlike in real life) mentioned an area where dinosaurs lived. However, on looking at the big map, that area was just a tiny strip of land on the western bank of a large river that was limited by mountains to the west of that. And I pointed out that every time the humans of Westeros had a war, which seemed to be all the time, they'd always send warships up that river and anything along it, including the dinosaurs, would suffer for it. Then I said that, well, if we were already considering sending them to the fictional land of Westeros, why not consider other fictional universes, so I then suggested The Land Before Time. JdLQ said that would probably be better anyway since the dinosaurs already there could already speak and understand English, which wasn't the case with the dinosaurs of Westeros, which were just "normal" dinosaurs. Janeway at this point had ceased driving the truck and was looking at our maps and making suggestions (i.e. the previous recounting was less a "word-for-word" thing and more a "broad strokes" retelling of the dream). We also were trying to decide what to do about the ponies themselves, and I said there was already precedent for the ponies living in the "real" world, i.e non-"magical" world in My Little Pony Tales Generation 1, so if necessary we could convert all the ponies to earth ponies and relocate them there. JdLQ said the unicorns, pegasi, and especially the alicorns wouldn't like that too much, and I countered by saying they'd like it better than they'd like going extinct. JdLQ said that was a good point. Then he asked what should we do about Discord. I said that was a really thorny issue. He asked why. I said, well, it's because of all the fanfiction. I myself had, for example, written fics in which he (that is JdLQ) and Discord were one and the same, because they were both played by John de Lancie, but there were numerous other fics in which JdLQ and Discord were separate entities, sometimes friends sometimes enemies, it was all over the place. Before we could figure out how to handle that particular dilemma, however. I woke up.
