The Dream Thread

[murkyx 904]

Alright, a couple nights ago, I had this dream.  (WARNING: VERY VERY VERY LONG)  I spent a whole hour from waking up to finishing it to write it completely down.  Amazed that I could remember so much of it.  Anyways, to those who are not lazy enough to tl;dr, enjoy.  (Also note: Humanized, but contains several pony references)

 

 

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The dream started and there was a kind of movie-like intro with a narrator narrating the story.  It explained that in the center of this future age, but old-styled city, (looked similar to Paris or another old-european city) there was a palace that housed a Princess named Mi Amore Cadenza (hence why I said there were pony influences)  She had no real soverign power, but the people of the city itself were convinced otherwise, and was considered by most in the city to be the fairest, the most intelligent, and the most intriguing of all, immortal.

 

Many rumors surrounded her consistantly youthful appearance, but the truth lied in secret.  An organization, known as i-Tec, was using her as an icon to exploit, utilizing experimental cloning and memory technology, along with other inventions of their own, they maintained Mi Amore through clones that would gain the memories of the last upon her death.  Given freedom to roam the grounds except to be killed the moment she ever tried to escape to remain in their control.

 

Over time, however, despite attempts at manually removing memories of independence and escapes, Cadenza slowly gained a will to fight and has become all the more difficult to control over the years.  Even with i-Tec wiping as much memory as they dared, within weeks she was replaced again, finding more cracks in the system to exploit, but never successful in crossing that line of gold that was where the castle ended and freedom began.

 

While on the other side of that boundry, there were others wanting her outside as well.

 

A secret government branch investigating the undercover operations of i-Tec (publicly a high-end electronics and scientific research company) tracked their activities to this location, and through extensive research and many infiltration missions, have found their use of the Princess for leverage against the government and people of the city, seperating it from the government of the country, and they were granted permission to extract her out. (stealthily and peacefully preferred)

 

I was a leader of the branch.  "Pony Rebels" were what the habitants of the city knew us as, so we maintained that to make sure we couldn't be traced.  Operatives had codenames.  Mine was "Blackjack."  There were also "Littlepip," the second leader, "Velvet," "Spike," "Macintosh, " and "Twilight." (more pony references)  There were other operatives, such as operative "Rarity" (Spike's girlfriend) operative "Dash" and "Jack" (Mac's brother) who were imprisoned by i-Tec in their secret facility somewhere near the palace.  We'd knew they'd be held there for some time, and it was a secondary objective to find their location and rescue them.  

 

I gained first-person view in the briefing room.  Our next objective was clear: Infiltrate an aristrocratic social party in the palace and gain info on the Princess and her status.  Does she know her position in this political and corruption storm, and does she even want to escape?  We were to find that out.

 

Fortunately for us, our position in the government also allowed us the best in disguise and stealth technology. (Rarity was our best at it, but Dash blew her cover)  We forged invitations, and went inside the night-time party.  There was grand food, calm music, and lovely decor, but I payed heed to none of it.  Each operative was to find a specific piece of information, and mine was the most difficult, which was to talk to the princess herself.

 

It took an hour of searching and mingling, but I found her, surrounded by 5 politicians.  Men who I despised and knew of their corruption and grabs of power.  The thought of killing them right there on the spot and putting into place more trustworthy men was tempting... To say the least.   But I ignored it and had Macintosh create a scene nearby to distract the crowd and the Princess' "bodyguards."  Grabbing her dress from behind and putting a hand around her mouth, I pulled her around a corner and placed a stealth shield around the both of us.  I held her tight, expecting her to scream, but she didn't.  In fact, after a few seconds, she released her tension and sighed as if she was relieved.  I uncovered her mouth and asked me if we cannot be seen.  There was undoubtedly an intelligence and concern in her eyes that I had not expected.

 

I nodded and she again sighed as if she was holding her breath.  "Sorry, but just so you know, if those goons saw you lay a hand on me you and I would both be killed on the spot."

 

"You would be killed?!" I harshly whispered back, "Why?"

 

"To be replaced by another clone.  I'm number 992, 'born' only 5 weeks ago after my last one died trying to swim out the moat... Didn't know that they had the entire other side electrified..."

 

"So I take it that you already want to escape?"

 

She carelessly flipped her golden hair and gazed out to the calming crowd, "Oh I've been trying for years now.  Nearly succeeded several times but they tighten their security after each one.  The more interesting question is why are you here?  Are you one of those *snicker* 'pony rebels?'  Are you going to try to assassinate me?  Won't matter much, I'll 'miraculously survive' anything that you can dish out."

 

I laugh, "You'd be mistaken.  In fact, we're after those same 'goons' ourselves.  We are trying to find a way to help you to escape."

 

Her grin faded immediately and gained a peircing seriousness in her voice, "Then do so.  Soon.  I cannot tell you how this torments me to be trapped like some bird in a cage..."

 

"I promise." I assure her.  "We're only on a reconnissance mission right now but we will come to your aid very soon.  Just be ready."

I turn to leave, but she stops me. "Just so you know, they'll examine my memories and they'll recognize you on the spot.  So be careful around me from here on.  And just to ask, what is the name of my soon-to-be-savior?"

 

I smile, "You can just call me Blackjack."

 

I turn off the cloak and shroud myself in return, leaving her the only one visible before radioing in saying that my objective was complete.

 

---skip one day---

 

Walking down the streets of the city I find a wanted poster on a public bullitien board.  It has a picture of my disguised self when I met the princess, which looked nothing like me.  I heartily laugh and continue onwards.  Still one step ahead of the competition.

 

---skip another day---

 

Brieifing room again.  This time, we've gained some intel and ground and can exploit it.  The other operatives were also successful in gaining the information needed to successfully achieve this extraction from the two days before.  It should be easy.  Spike got a good lay of the inside of the palace ready, and would be monitoring my progress through earpiece.  Mac and Twi would be infiltrating an i-Tec mainframe and cause the monitoring stations to shut down, and the rest would follow me in in disguise.  As for me, I got the 'charming' role of being disguised as the princess.  (We were able to get an informant to her as well to explain to her the procedure)

 

I make it into the palace, and fortunately, my disguise held.  However, in the crowds I got seperated from the team, and in several areas I got interference on the communication device with Spike, leaving me stranded to wander and find the Princess myself.

 

I found myself on the top-most floor, where in my last chat with Spike he said that the Princess' room is in this area.  I turn a corner and trip on something, causing me to fall and ruin my disguise.  I had to run and take out a passing guard to keep my cover up.

 

After wandering, I found the room with a guard stationed by it.  The princess' room.  I asked if I could go inside and the guard chuckled, "Oh, a newbie.  Doing the good ol' make-out challenge eh?  I'll tell you a secret, not one has been able to without some serious injury.  But if you insist, have fun.  I'll leave you two alone, eh?"
 

The guard walks off, leaving me dumbfounded.  It took me a few seconds to regain my composure and walk in.  The room was... Well, not what I expected a princess' room to be.  It was severely cluttered, rather small as well, with several televisions and computers around.  Many showing security footage of the palace and outside.

 

I was turned around and suddenly found a knife at my throat.  I mouth the word "Blackjack" and she dropped the knife immediately.  She was dressed in an all black travel apparel, which was good.  I explained to her the simplest route of escape, being with extensive cloaking devices and tracking hammers that I had and straight out of the window and across the grounds.  If it was successful, no one would see us.

 

She agreed eagerly but before we began, she handed me a glowing glass orb.  "Unlike what i-Tec does and tries to filter my recorded memories for the next clone, this is a piece of technology that I stole that records everything up to the point of death for the last one.  Since I possibly could die from some unexpected turn, and they most likely will be searching my room after this, I want you to have it.  Just place it on the forehead of the next clone if things do go wrong...  Alright?"

 

I nod and tried to reassure her that it wouldn't be needed anymore, but after insisting I packed it and we were off.  It went just as planned and the short jog to the golden line was in silence and without detection, but I knew she was anxious.

 

She paused at that barrier, never having crossed it before, and contemplating the consequences.  Then she stepped across.  A 'BEEP' sounded, and before she could even shout in alarm, she disappeared in a cloud of red haze.

 

I yelled in shock and anger, both at her, myself, and everything I had tried to do to get her out.  I immediately radioed in and called for an abort.  Mission failed.  But yet, I found myself staring at the surviving orb of her memories.  The fight wasn't over yet.

 

---skip two days---

 

After word of the Princess' "sickness" had gotten out and that she would be "bedridden" for another few days, we bought ourselves some time to exploit.  Along with the intel on the princess, we also gained the location of the i-Tec main hub: Underneath the Palace itself.

 

Tracking the patrols of now known i-Tec officials and soldiers, I go in solo, under cloak, to find the cloning center.  I follow two operatives onto a helicopter pad.  They pressed a button and the whole thing descended into the ground to the center just underneath.

 

The place was like a huge database, with several computer servers, and only a few actual machines.  Spike directed me and had me hack into the mainframe and find the cloning data for clone 993.  We found that progress had already completed, which I cursed at, and wandered even deeper to find other things, such as the locations of our imprisoned operatives.

 

I found them later in a cell in a wide cave chamber, in unrefined stone.  I could hear music from the Palace Ballroom immediately overhead.  I reassured them that now that we knew their location we could get them out, so they just needed to hold tight.  The mission was accomplished as far as it could, so I evacuated.

 

--skip two days--

 

It was a cold day.  For the first time in a while I was legitimately organizing an assault instead of an infiltration.  With assault rifle and ammo at the ready, the team splitting into two groups, one taking the palace, and the other in the i-Tec facility, we go in with all the authority we had.

 

I broke into the Palace defenses with ease.  No one there expected a hard hit such as the one I caused, and we fought our way to the Princess' room.  Like I expected, she was now screaming in terror, lacking memory of me and every attempt to escape she done in the past.  Truly innocent.  And her now clean and "pretty" room showed for that.

 

I grabbed her and we brought her thrashing down to the now evacuated ballroom.  We heard gunfire below us, so we know that the prisoners were probably either near to or have escaped.  I pulled out the Princess' memory orb and pressed it to her forehead.  It flashed, and several seconds went by.  She shivered in place and I heard something audibly snap inside her.  She opened her eyes, which became reptilian slits.

 

"I forgot to tell you another thing about me, Blackjack..."  She said with a laugh, growing in size,

 

"They kind of messed up my genetic code when first creating the cloning process, and they were unable to reverse it... They made a device to suppress me from using it, but it was poorly placed this time, and it broke..."

 

She let out a roar, her dress ripping away from a scaled body to reveal a fully realized, two-story tall, pink, purple and gold dragon.

 

I could only gasp as she made a toothy grin at me and tore away the tile beneath us, making an entry into the cave prison below.

 

The operatives were free.  Fighting alongside their comrades but were distracted as the enemies were when we came crashing in above them.  Climbing onto the princess' neck we tore our way into the facility, killing all in our path.

 

Near the facilitiy's power source and computer central hub, we encounter a team of elite soldiers with disintegration rifles.  They shoot at operative Spike, but he dodges, crashing into a table with strange chemicals and syringes.  He cries as he impales himself with one.

 

The guards turn towards operative Rarity, and Spike let out another, far deeper cry.  He jumped in the rifle's path, covered in hardening scales that reflected the beam back to the user, leaving only a pile of ash of the soldier.  Spike struggled as he also grew wings and a tail, becoming a dragon like Cadenza, who roared with savage glee as we tore into the center hub and put i-Tec out of commission once and for all.

 

We make it out, and turn.  The golden line now out of operation, Cadenza, now returned to human, (and dressed after finding some clothes) walks over and doesn't disintigrate.  We turn, as a team, towards the palace.  Now on fire and collapsing into the void below.

 

"Well Princess Cadenza," I say, "You're out."

 

"Please," She replies with a smirk, "Call me Cadance."

 

And with that she leans in and kisses me.

 

End of dream.

 

[MagmaKnight 17]

I used to have nightmares when I was 6-7-8 but now I have extremely realistic dreams that contain the sort of thing that could actually happen in real life. Sometimes I wake up and need to take a few minutes to review what actually happened yesterday.       

[Feather Spiral 1,892]

My dreams are more and more frequently lucid, or at least controlled, when I wake up early in the morning and go back to sleep.

I think it's a consequence of all that daydreaming I do pretty much all day, when I'm not watching something or playing a game.

 

Anyone else can relate to this? Having more or fewer interesting dreams, because they spend respectively more or less wake time in fantasy worlds?

Hmm.

Edited January 20, 2013 by Feather Spiral

[Zacharias 191]

I rearely have dreams and most of the time they are about something crashing into Earth...but not last night.

I remember my mom somehow gaining access to all the data that goes through our internet connection and she found out about me being a brony. She was disappointed and angry at the same time. When I got to my computer I somehow realized that she found out so I slammed the door but she came in and she was shouting horrible things right into my face. Then I woke up and I was really happy to know it wasn't real.

[Stary Dreams 87]

My dreams usually take place in my fantasies, worlds that I've made up in my writing or they can just be totally random like having a  giant that looks like it's been drawn by a five-year old chasing me down the street with a chainsaw. THAT or I get nightmares that usually has some unknown force hunting me down and trying to slaughter me.

[Feather Spiral 1,892]

  On 2013-01-20 at 7:30 PM, Stary Dreams said:

some unknown force hunting me down and trying to slaughter me.

Like Feldermane! :3

 

Anyway, my dreams are starting to feel more and more... casual.

No matter how strange or disturbing things would be IRL, I consider them perfectly normal until I wake up. And sometimes, the events are expectable even in the real world.

 

An example of the former would be a suspense-horror dream I had a few nights ago.

My parents, sister and I, hitched a ride somewhere, with our bicycles. But the driver got pissed for some reason, or the car was sabotaged, so he dropped us at the highway and we continued on foot with our bikes.

Only, a taxi slowed down while passing us and we were shot at. So we jumped on our bikes and somehow went as fast as a car.

This is where it gets from weird to horrible, so be warned.

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I was pedaling on my bike, and turned around to shoot at the taxi catching up with me. But before I could, my sister who was sitting behind me (as a passenger) bit my hand. Not with human teeth, but with rows and rows of sharp teeth, like a snail's radula. I saw the other guns about to fire, but my sister's head was in the way; and I knew I HAD to react, so I did... by shooting her in the face.

There was quite some detail that I won't mention here. Both when she bit me AND when I shot her.

Before you ask, my sister survived. I still felt guilty until I woke up.

But the moment of the shooting, the way I consider the issue so coldly. "My sister is panicking, it's not her fault; but the taxi is so close, if I can't fire, they'll kill us both; I need a clear shot of the taxi, my sister's head is in the way, I need to make her lower her head, it'll take too long to tell her, I have no time". I wasn't even thinking about my hand bleeding out and about to be torn, I just wanted to be able to fire.

 

An example of the latter would be last night.

I was on the family's Mac, looking for something I forgot, and found a couple of links that I liked very much. A picture that had been hard to find, so I pasted the link in a new document (that I didn't save but left open) with a caption; and then, an article. Soon as I found the second link though, my mother needed the computer urgently, so I got up without having had the time to paste the second link and save the document.

When she was done, she just closed everything, which made me lose the two links. Let me tell you, that was ridiculously out of character for her, but in my dream, I was just pissed at the loss of the picture's link (the article was easier to find).

So I picked up my netbook (on which I'm typing right now) and went to the bathroom, which was not our CURRENT apartment's, but that of my very first home in Istanbul. I sat on the water closet and switched the computer on. I was waiting for it to fully boot when I woke up.

Edited January 22, 2013 by Feather Spiral

[GoldenShield 46]

I've been having more dreams lately but I thought this one deserved recounting, I was in a University building and I was doing some stuff with enrolling when I suddenly found myself in another building (i often have sudden unexpected scene changes in my dreams) with a group of really nice guys who were Bronies. We played poker (I won of course)  and they liked me and wanted me to join their club but first they said I had to be a pony for the initiation, so they started cutting my hair and making me over and then I was a pony. It was one of the weirdest dreams that I've ever had, but not as strange as the one with the aliens and the mind control water balloons I had a year ago.

[ColtofPersonality 855]

I don't remember dreams usually but this one is sticking out more then usual.

Me and my friends were chatting in the parking lot near my house and the land my home was built on use to be a marsh called 'Frog Hollow' so it's uneven in some spots with hills. Anyway down from the parking lot a spiral blue rift of energy appears and is spiraling..til speeds up and like a motorcycle reving up comes right at me! I roll out of the way as it sweeps by then theres a loud 'BAM' like a firework going off..I remember hearing car alarms but everybodys voice being distorted.

Edited February 13, 2013 by GolgoXIII

[Dev 251]

Well, the weirdest dream I've ever had involve incredibly weird sexual desires, so I wouldn't consider that weird xD

 

But a weird dream I've had would be when I was six. I remember being in a sunflower field, and a demented Dora the explorer in a raincoat came up to me and released a bunch of bees onto the sunflowers, which promptly stung me. Then everything went fuzzy, and suddenly I was in a green-black forest with the characters from Ed, Edd n Eddy. Then I woke up, that's all I remember, lolz. Weirdest dream ever, left me in tears.

[Lost 1,410]

I usually read the Necronomicon before I go to sleep, so I frequently have strange dreams of hideous creatures ripping people apart.

 

Most of my strange dreams involve violence and vivid gore :3

[Feather Spiral 1,892]

My dreams often are weird.

Usually it's psychedelic stuff, but occasionally I'll have an entire adventure. Like filly Dash looking for people, or (in 1st person) my human self flying across the ocean and battling a giant.

 

I've talked about them all in these two dream threads.

And speaking of, considering the posts being made, I think this topic could be merged with the latter.

 

  On 2013-02-13 at 9:43 AM, GolgoXIII said:

spiral blue

That rocks. <3

  On 2013-02-13 at 10:06 AM, Dev ~? Derpy ?~ said:

incredibly weird sexual desires

Edited February 13, 2013 by Feather Spiral

[Chigens and Kay 3,832]

  On 2013-02-13 at 9:43 AM, GolgoXIII said:

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Hi there, I went and merged your thread with this one.

 

When thinking about making a thread, please use the search function beforehand~

[DrUnderachiever 25]

I once had a dream that I was drinking perfume with my cat.  I turned around to see what all the commotion was in the casino behind me, and when I turned back, my cat had become Grace Jones.  Good luck figuring that out.

[ColtofPersonality 855]

I had another weird one today..It was an average day at work when me and my co-work are doing our rounds together. There was music playing in the background I can't remember what it was and my co-worker disappeared for some reason..then my shift supervisor/field support shows up asking me where my co-worker went and thats when I woke up. I kept thinking this as I remembered though http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GocUWSjt050

[Erza 581]

Last Time i had a nightmare since i was 9

and i believe that i do not dream of anything or i always have chaotic dreams!

*Never had a pony dream before...*

[ColtofPersonality 855]

I'm gonna post the dreams that I can usually remember in here. I know there was one when I woke up and for my 10th or 12th Birthday my mom had baked a cake entirely made out of old NES cartridges and it actually tasted good...never eat cake then dream btw.

[Pony Joe 583]

The other night, I was dreaming about driving on a twisty road over a huge chasm and, predictably, tipped over the edge.  What made the dream memorable, however, was the feeling of absolute certainty that I was about to die as I fell.  I have been in scenarios like that before in dreams, but this was the first one in which I realized the full implications of death.  I don't think I'll ever forget the feeling of complete resignation that came over me right before I hit the ground and woke up.

 

On a slightly more lighthearted note, I've noticed another disturbingly common trend in my dreams: having more than one penis.  I won't get into too many details, but it's amazing the way the mind can create memories of living with something your whole life if you begin to question it in dreams.

[ColtofPersonality 855]

You should becareful of that dying in dreams thing. It's been proven that it can actually kill you. The brain is tricked into thinkg your dead and thus tells the organs to close down.

Edited February 16, 2013 by GolgoXIII

[Pony Joe 583]

  On 2013-02-16 at 4:47 AM, GolgoXIII said:

You should becareful of that dying in dreams thing. It's been proven that it can actually kill you. The brain is tricked into thinkg your dead and thus tells the organs to close down.

 

With all due respect, I'll need a source before I can believe this.  I highly doubt that your brain could let something so common and uncontrollable kill you.  Even if it could, how could they possibly know what someone was dreaming about before they died?

[ColtofPersonality 855]

I'm going by what i've heard. Ive often died in my dreams too and my mother keeps telling me to knock it off or that'll happen. -shrug-

[LittleSis 62]

As a performer, when I have shows coming up I get really terrible stress dreams that some part of a performance has changed or I have to learn new lines or things get messed up during/right before a show. My most recent one was over a show that won't happen until May that I am choreographing a dance for. I dreamt it was the day of the show and my dance group was going on in 20 minutes. The piece isn't even half choreographed and I haven't taught any of it to my dancers. So throughout the dream I was desperately trying to teach and create the dance along with getting costumes and music set up.

 

I have had a couple dreams where I was a secret agent and I had to chase people down or solve some big mystery. I remember in one of them I was chasing after a man and he jumped out of the 20th story of a building through the roof of another building and I jumped down after him, went through the roof, hit the ground, felt no pain, got right back up and kept chasing him.

 

I have never dreamt about ponies. I wish I would though.

[Feather Spiral 1,892]

I often get dreams where I have god powers. Flight, of course; but also sometimes stealth (invisibility and inaudibility) that I can choose to (de)activate at will. I still have to avoid contact though, since I can't become intangible.

 

Happened last night, where I was in a supermarket or mall of sorts.

At first, I just walked around and looked at all the merchandise. Then I caught a glimpse of some kind of chest where I (somehow) knew they were putting their money. I wanted that money for some reason, so I entered a corridor where I "switched off" my visibility and sound.

Not sure wat happened afterwards, but I think I got caught. LMAO

 

 

  On 2013-02-16 at 5:13 AM, Pony Joe said:

With all due respect, I'll need a source before I can believe this. I highly doubt that your brain could let something so common and uncontrollable kill you. Even if it could, how could they possibly know what someone was dreaming about before they died?

I've read about it in an encyclopaedia of sorts, a cluster of information (from history to science, and even a few recipes) by Bernard Werber. Not actually about dreams, but the effect of self-suggestion on a person's physical body.

An article described how a man stuck in the cold room of a cargo ship froze to death, carving a detailed log of his slow icy agony (finger numbness, frostbite...) day after day, that was discovered upon arrival at the dock. Thing is, since the ship was returning from a delivery, its holds were empty and the freezing mechanism switched off all the time.

Lemme find it if I can, transcribe the article, and find more info on it.

 

EDIT: warning, this is pretty dark.

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It was in the 50s, aboard an English ship, going back to Portugal after delivering Madeira wine to Scotland. A sailor enters the refrigerated room to check for any remaining containers, but since nobody knows he's there, the door is closed and he's stuck inside.

He finds some food there, but feels very cold. So he picks up a piece of metal and carves a description of his experience as time passes. Extremities are numbed and hardened by the cold, then his whole body suffers from frostbite and burns.

Upon arrival, his frozen body is discovered in a cargo hold where the temperature is 20°C (just a couple degrees below room temperature).

He wasn't killed by the cold of the room, just the cold he felt. I'm guessing his thermal regulation systems shut down to save energy or something

 

There's the opposite too, something called the "inner fire", that can protect Buddhist monks against freezing cold temperatures. Their final initiation rite, is to go outside (in the mountain) wearing nothing but a soaking wet robe or cloak, then dry it off by using their inner fire only.

You can look up inner fire rites if you want.

Edited February 16, 2013 by Feather Spiral

[King Tryndamere 100]

I had some pretty nice dreams. In one dream, I met Rainbow Dash and Rarity, and RD gave me a pep talk. In a dream I had just last night, I dreamed I met an old pet (wasn't really an old pet, but at the time I thought she was) in anthro/faerie form and she thanked me for taking care of her and gave me something to remember her by.

[Harmonic Revelations 8,836]

Last night I had the weirdest dream. In the dream I somehow broke into Hasbro and stole the entirety of Season 4. I then uploaded Season 4 to this forum, and Hasbro sent Ninja assassins after me.

 

o_O

[Cupcake Ice Cream 436]

I've only ever had one pony dream but I loved it

 

I was in sort of a partners competition...games, sports...blah blah

 

Anywho, it was a human matched with one pony...we didn't win but my partner was Pinkie Pie...it was a superb dream