Your last dream

[jurebj]

Sometimes when I dream it feels like I've dreamt that before or something. It's really weird.

[incognito]

Tonight I made a strange dream.
I was investigating the death of an ecologist who's body was found near an oil refinery.
I first started to look around the city, and I noticed something was just not okay. Next to a house there is a hole in the ground, probably a sewer ? I check it to find out it is flooded by oil.
So after that event I travel back to the refinery, on foot, but two cars are following me and one of them tries to run over me.
I dodge the cars like five times and I manage to jump over one of them, the guys in there are kinda panicked and start accelerating the car in the hope to get me off, I start to kick the windows to try to make my way in, one window breakes, and then a fight begins with one of the passengers, I manage to get my knife off my pocket and stab him in the throat, resulting in a massive blood loss. After that I slice the throats of all the thugs and, driverless, the car stops.
I don't really remember the next part though.

[Eren]

For some reasons some days ago I dreamt that I was playing Pokémon GO and suddenly a shiny horsea appeared on my screen and I was freaking out because it meant that I was going to be the first ever user to catch a shiny pokémon, but it ran away and I woke up.
Dang it

[Itooh]

That's what happens when you miss a shiny Pokemon!

I surprisingly had a fun dream tonight too. I'll skip the details, but I happened to enter a town hall office for a funeral ceremony. As the mayor made us enter his office, his cabinet opened and two tied down and muzzled men tried to escape it. The mayor calmly put them back in, closed the door, and told us with a smile to not mind them.
Best. Politician. Ever.
Later, as the ceremony proceeded, we learned that the two captured men had gun on them. This wouldn't alarm the mayor anyway. This man is a pro!

… Yes, I'm in the middle of Buffy's season 3.

[incognito]

Curious dream tonight.
But something actually made me happy, that dream featured all the equipment I created, including the helmet and the suit, it is the first, curiously, my suit seemed kinda worn in my dream, and it's color was slightly brighter than the real one, also my helmet featured no pipes or backpack (a premonitory vision of the upcoming update?!)
Description aside, let's go;
So, in that dream I was searched by an organization that wanted to capture me to extract a memory out of my brain, so the first part of my dream was pretty much a runaway and a fight for survival, don't really remember the weaponry I used, just a handgun I think, no melee actually, that's rare. The world my dream was taking place in was strange, like, in the future, it took place at night but everything was very dark, it seemed to take place on earth but like in 2030 or something like that, I think it was in an abandoned part of New York or in a more industrialized city such as Detroit.
All along I was guided by a (cute, gotta admit it) female android, but looked fully human, at some part of the dream after taking down an entire squad, I decide to surrender, I mumble to myself (I don't know what I search, they do, if I let them capture me I'll know what to do.)
So I'm taken in a laboratory and my helmet is taken, they put me in some kind MRI but...
It wasn't a "normal" machine, I found myself totally attached with no possibility to do any move, and a giant needle coming closer and closer of my right eye. (DeadSpace2ftw) I can see a monitor of how close the needle is of my eye and I can hear my electrocardiogram, and the bpm is becoming more and more fast, the needle is even closer and suddenly I simulate a panic attack followed by a myocardial infarction.
I can hear someone saying "dammit, get him out of here !" and afterward I simulate amnesia.
One of the lab scientists says "he's junk now, he cannot be longer useful, just throw him away".
And actually... I made it, and I head right back home, after making my way to the place I just throw my helmet on a couch and drink some energy drink enjoying my victory with my teammate, then I say
-"HAHAHAAAAA! those douchebags never saw it coming, they believed me and now I know what they so much want, this is the solution to stop it."(stop what, didn't even knew what was really going on all along, but the "me" of the dream seemed to)
Suddenly the lady comes on my couch and behaves a little weird, so I just say :
-"What"
She begins to get even closer and begins to kiss me like, hardly, and I say :
-"Huuuh, shit, what the fuck are you doing ?"
She answers
-"I want you"
I answer :
-"But... you're like... a Robot ! You're coded for things such as attraction ? Wait... just, stop."
I then gently push her away from me and I say
-"Listen, this ain't just the time, I have never been so close of my objective, now we can stop the markers (So it was Dead Space related all along....)
She answers
-"But, how are you gonna do ?"
I answer :
-"All the data are in my suit, I have a machine to extract it."
In the time I'm talking I open a passage leading to a dark room, seemingly my laboratory.
She answers :
-"But... Your machine is very old, you sure it will do the job ?"
The dream ends with me entering the passage and saying :
-"So is my suit, it will do the job."

To be honest, it looked like a mix of Dead Space 2, Deus Ex, and Crysis 2.
So other strange detail, my helmet wasn't fully black in this dream, it seemed to be made of dark colored copper.

[Ambidextroid]

< had a dream that an ambulance stopped outside <'s house in the middle of the night because it was having engine problems, and < went outside and helped the only person there fix it just by following his instructions. It was kind of nerve wracking because < assumed that someone needed the ambulance for an emergency and it just happened to break down outside <'s house, but in the end it was just an ice cream van made to look like an ambulance, and he just gave me a free ice cream and drove off...

[incognito]

Marvel dream tonight, heh.
In this dream I was..... DEADPOOL! Yes!
And I was also kind of bud with Spidey, we used to hang out together all the dream until he got kidnapped after a pointless battle between us and U.L.T.I.M.A.T.U.M's soldiers on a... a beach ?
But before thinking about rescuing the web head my attention was drawn by a little building in fire, with people driven crazy and jumping out of the windows for their death. So I tried to enter and lead the civilians to a clear exit, but... something wasn't right, it seemed to be an illusion, it could be a single person... Quentin Beck, also known as... Mysterio.
So I just jumped out of the building, fuck fractures healing factor for the win. And I headed back home... in the underworld, I'm pretty sure I met Shiklah in there, though I am completely unable to remember what happened, so, I was searching some kind of gold reserve that was in a suitcase near a big clock, (it was to buy a fucking arsenal to save the web slinger) and I called a bank in Switzerland. Shortly after I woke up.

[PluMGMK]

Last night I dreamed I was pregnant. Not the first time this has happened. Dear God.

[incognito]

I dream't I was stucked on the Prosecutor, attacked by trandoshians and zombies, ain't the first time, it is my second dream involving that ship, but this one took part on a completely different part of it.

[Xenon]

Last night I dreamt my car broke down and died on-the-spot at an airport in London, and I had no breakdown rescue service. That was truly and genuinely one of the most gruelling nightmares I've had all year.

[incognito]

The first part of my dream was pure nonsense.
But the second part wasn't, I dream't I was involved in the galactic alliance, but the war took a different turn after a massive battle on tatooine, the imperial troops arrived in mos eisely, and we were prepared for the battle, but we were overwhelmed by the imperial firepower, and at moment I was hit so hard that I passed away, I was dragged by an ally soldier to a safe spot, when I woke up, the rebel contingent was reduced to 100, and darth Vader was tracking them one by one across the city, including me, the remain soldiers choosed to hide, as a sandstorm was coming, when it arrived, Vader didn't cared, and he slaughtered the rest of the troops, I managed to escape, and he tracked the remaining rebels across the galaxy.
Eventually, I was the last one, and I knew it was my turn, one afternoon, still weakened by my wounds, the imperials arrived in the village I took shelter in, and Vader broke the door open, strangely, he was more of a Samurai than a Sith, and he just had a saber, I jumped on my machette, and the fight started, he was extremely offensive, and he has hitting hard to make me loose by breath, and at some moment, he managed to grab my throat, I was holding his saber away from me, but he was so strong that I couldn't bother to try to take his hands off and my only goal was to keep that blade out of my neck.
The lack of oxygen was slowly killing me, and I was loosing my strength, my vision became blurry and slowly faded to dark grey, but I had an idea, I could kick him in the back of his head, and now completely blind, I could feel my foot kicking his helmet and him falling on the ground because of it.
But then, released from his deadly hand, I felt on the floor trying to grip something in a last breath...
He won. Vader killed me.

[PluMGMK]

Had a weird one this morning. At the start, I and two other PC members (possibly Ad and iHeckler) were exploring the Tower of the Leptys. When I say "exploring", I essentially mean actually physically there, but as usual it occasionally turned back to being just a computer game. Anyway we were in the "Hall of Mirrors" room in part 3, up on the Armaguiddon (no idea whether this leaned more towards being physically there or playing a game, but anyway). We figured out how to glitch out of the room and into a room from a previous part, like how you can get into BOM3 from BOM4 and vice-versa. The room wasn't a real room from the game though, it was a composite of places I'd dreamed of before. We were definitely physically walking around in this room anyway, but there wasn't much to see.
Seems we melted back into cyberspace then, because the next thing I remember is that I had just finally figured out how to use my bank's online banking service. There was something about a loan, seemingly with very small repayments occurring continuously, somewhat like a Riemann sum converging towards a definite integral. In fact the whole thing was probably inspired by that finance-oriented definition of e.
Next thing I knew, I was looking at a noisy bar, inside a high-rise building. Frasier Crane was there, buying drinks. It transpired that he decided, on a whim, to spend €117.20 (oddly specific amount) of what was apparently my money. Then there was a camera-pan out of the building, showing that the menu item with that price was actually advertised outside the building. It was a high-quality beer named "Highbrau" – okay, that's hardly original, but still unusually witty for my subconscious! Then the camera panned back inside to reveal Homer Simpson drinking the expensive beer, while Lenny was beside him drinking ordinary Duff. (So how does one go from Frasier Crane to Homer Simpson??)
Then finally it switched to something about Donald Trump. He'd have that beer in his fridge, and the "Scottish" (surely Canadian?) head of state would condemn him in public, but be secretly friends with him just to share it!

[incognito]

My last dream... it involved a counter terrorism team trying to defuse a nuclear warhead in a basement, however, the defuser being kinda incompetent, the bomb exploded, creating an apocalypse.
I wake up sometimes after it, seemingly after being cryogenised, curiously, I'm in my old house, I have my gear up, except my helmet, my mature self (first time he interacts whith my dreams) point me that "the radioactive dust will kill us if you step outside without our helmet on, search around, it cannot be far away".
After finding it with a TT-33 and a double barelled sawed shotgun next to it.
However, my ammo are extremely low, and I'm not on the top of my physical condition.
I step outside, the air is harsh, but after enabling the enhanced filtering of my helmet, that sense vanishes.
I'm welcomed by a guy, and by mutant, who resembles my Fallout 3 companon Fawkes to be honest, he tells me that my presence drew the attention of other mutants, and that they are coming.
"Brace yourself" my mature self says.
Being too low on ammo, I decide to not use my guns and keep the bullets for a more important matter.
They are attacking in packs, however my companions have no difficulty to kill them, one manages to knock me down, injuring me pretty badly, but I manage to stab his head deeply with my knife, after pushing his body away from me, I look if I have nothing to heal myself, I have a stimpack in my pocket and while I want to use it, my mature self says
-"No ! *Cough* we gotta keep it for a more important matter !
My ally, let's call him Fawkes, drags my body against a wall and tells me :
-"Hang on buddy, I'm gonna fix you up !"
I feel a big sting inside me, but after that I feel good.
"We are gonna bring you to a safe place" He says, "Follow us !"
We arrive in a village, attacked by mutants, I get my shotgun out and kill three with it, I get everything on them including.... a crutch.
Which I use to melee some adversaries.
Since an enemy is running after me, I take shelter in a house nearby, using the emergency staircase.
I arrive in a garage containing many pieces of equipment and plans, I take them all, and I open the garage door.
I'm welcomed by the mayor and by the village inhabitants, who treats me like a hero, and thank me to have helped to save their town.
After that, I'm rewarded with a damaged car, the thing works, but just has no body.
Later I decide to leave the place, as I was given a mission, a camp on the north was being attacked by an unknown force, and I was sent there to investigate, my surprise was big when I saw the threat was in fact, Daleks, destroying everything they see, however, having my muscle car, I just run over them to see them exploding in electric fire.
But their explosions are not without consequences, as each one of them hurt me.
I wake up shortly after driving down a highway, still running over the Daleks.

Funny detail, I never saw any episode of Doctor Who, but I have heard of Daleks...

[PluMGMK]

That's like if I dreamed that Rayinator told me he was my father, even though I've never seen any Star Wars film!

[incognito]

No, he ain't.

I am your father.

Embrace the dark side.
No, I'm in the light side.

[jurebj]

I dreamt I had a machine with unlimited ice cream. For some reason I dream of ice cream a lot.

[incognito]

My last dream actually involved me sleeping with a girl because we had done something that made us both tired, but for the life of me, I can't remember what it was, but don't make yourself any idea, just sleeping, nothing else, however in the morning I am woken up by my mother, surprised who doesn't think that at all, and as I was gonna explain the truth, I slowly wake myself up in the real world greeted by my childish self saying :
-"What the fuck man ?!"
It ain't actually of today though, I made it some days ago now.

[Itooh]

I dreamed I was playing Assassin's Creed. And it was actually pleasant! Really fun in fact.
…
Haha, what a crazy dream!

Although the game had a feature that every open-world should have: the ability to throw plastic chairs at people.

[Prout]

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Raymanian dream.

I have a dream that one day this forum will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident; that all members are created non-boonut."

I have a dream that one day on the yellow new topic icons the members that were once boonuts and those who fought boonutitude will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the topic of The You Game, a thread sweltering with the heat of spamminess, sweltering with the heat of boonutitude, will be transformed into an oasis of quality and intelligence.

I have a dream that our four latest members will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the number of their posts but by the quality of their contribution.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Off Topic, with its vicious game threads, with its meme spouters having their lips dripping with the words of dank and Pepe, that one day right down in Off Topic little pr0oOuT members and pr0oOuT sympathizers will be able to converse wisely with former little boonuts and Tingwhores as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exhalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of Polokus shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the forum with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our forum into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to be deducted Tings together, to stand up against boonutitude together, knowing that we will be free of spam one day.

This will be the day when all of Polokus' children will be able to sing with new meaning, "My forum 'tis of thee, sweet land of quality, of thee I sing. Land where my elders posted, land of the Rayman fan's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if Rayman Pirate-Community is to be a great forum, this must become true. So let quality ring from the prodigious post count of The You Game. Let quality ring from the mighty memory of the documentary. Let quality ring from the heightening status of the RayWiki.

Let quality ring from the ever-inactive German forums. Let quality ring from the great songs of RayTunes. But not only that; let quality ring from the Scores topic. Let quality ring from the denunciation of furfags.

Let quality ring from every poll and topic of the Rayman forum. From every subforum, let quality ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow quality ring, when we let it ring from every post and every quote, from every smilie and every BBCode, we will be able to speed up that day when all of Polokus' children, true and false Rayman fans, sock lovers and others, hopeful and desperate, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of Bzzit, "Yeah ! Free at last !!! Thank you Rayman !"

[Ray502]

I don't even know why I want to admit it, I just am. I had a dream few nights ago, about Taylor Swift. As far as I remember, we were in the woods together, all alone, and I think she was wearing clothes as if we were Romeo and Juliet (might've been listening to "Love Story" one too many times). Anyways, it was night time so we had lanterns, we were exploring, then the good stuff, we were about to have some romance.....Well, by the time it was about to start, I woke up. These dreams taunt me too much.