Preface: My cat Zoey got ran over by a car Saturday morning. Had to put her down. She somehow crawled all the way from the neighbor's driveway into the garage just on her front legs amid so much pain... Didn't get too attached since I've only had her for less than a year, but it's still saddening and disappointing, especially since Zoey and DeeDee (other cat) were best friends. Going to miss her.


Anyway, in the dream I had last night, Zoey was in the maple tree. She wasn't acting right, and she looked extremely malnourished. She came down from the tree and she didn't look right. She had patches of fur missing, open sores, and idk if it was chunks of flesh falling off her body or if she was throwing up, but there was red bodily fluid and pits of pink flesh or organs on the ground. She was acting lethargic too. She was reminiscent of the cat from the recent Pet Cemetery movie—very disheveled looking.

I knew none of this made sense: Zoey had just been put down on Saturday, so either we put down the wrong cat on Saturday, this cat is not Zoey, or Zoey was somehow brought back to life (rather impossible because there's no coming back from a .22 to the head). Nevertheless, I took care of this cat and tried to nurse it back to health, regardless of whether it was Zoey or not.


I'm not really one to ascribe much meaning to dreams. This one doesn't seem to mean anything. Zoey was probably just on my mind was all.

I did have dreams after Abby and Christie died. Those ones made more sense and were more hopeful, as if to suggest "Everything's okay. I'm in a better place now. I love you. Goodbye." This one was just weird though.

Had a dream where there was this epic fantasy battle going on between humans and these orcish looking creatures. It was kind of fantasy-themed, so the humans were clad in elvish armor, and they had these giant inch worms at their side going into battle with them (the inch worms were being ridden into battle or just crawling around freely). The orcs were clad in their orcish armor, and they were all ferocious, chaotic, and violent. The battle was part of a larger war that had been going on for decades.

After a couple hours of battling, both sides took a rest. During this rest, the camera perspective zoomed out to show me walking down the hallway holding a bowl of green beans. Apparently the humans, orcs, and inch worms were just representations of microscopic organisms that were living on the wall in the hallway.

Had a dream where my dad was asked to temporarily adopt a pit bull for a few months. Some guy he worked with asked him to do it, and so he agreed. Of course, if you know my dad, he wants one pet and that's it, and he would never take another violent dog after owning a boxer and an akita, so the notion of him adopting a second dog that is a pit bull is completely absurd. Anyway, the pit bull was a biter, so that went about as expected.

--

Had another dream where my local game store (LGS) suffered some severe structural damage. All of the walls and ceiling were destroyed in a tornado. Scavengers were picking through the debris for anything of value: single magic cards, models, board games, etc. The store owners were too defeated to muster up the energy to stop people from looting the wreckage. I myself was getting into the looting, although I was only stealing checkout candy and some frozen TV dinners from a refrigerated vending machine. For some reason I was the only one the store owners elected to stop. I had to return the frozen Kid Cuisine that I stole.

The tornado must have hit home too, since my home was leaking water through the ceiling really bad. This is actually a problem irl, as there is an issue with the 2nd floor window, which leaks water down through the drywall below when it rains very hard, so this was probably an anxiety dream about that.

Anyway, to fix the problem, ceiling tiles were removed. Like a lot of them were removed (home doesn't even have ceiling tiles IRL, but whatever). I decided to help the water evaporate faster by turning on the ceiling fan. However, after doing this, I realized that there were also dozens of smaller ceiling fans above the floor tiles, which I did not want on. It was difficult to turn the many smaller fans on/off without turning on/off the main ceiling fan, since all of the fans were controlled by one remote control with only one on/off button. Things got really fucked up because about half of them were turned on, so whenever I went to turn off one half of the ceiling fans, all of the other ones that were off would turn on, which I did not want to do. So there was really no way to turn off all of the fans at once unless I somehow blocked the signal from the remote from triggering the unwanted ceiling fans. The anxiety became overwhelming, so I just left to go to Home Depot to hopefully find a solution.

This post was edited by Terps on Nov 8 2019 12:00am

Had a dream where someone was house-sitting for my folks. When they came back, the house was full of cats and kittens. Apparently the house-sitters had brought and then left a pair of cats, which then had a litter of kittens.

My mom, as usual, wanted to keep them, while my dad has always strongly disliked having more than one cat at a time. Without argument, my mom acquiesced, since she doesn't really have much say in most matters anyway.

After it had been decided that the cats would have to go, my mom was in the kitchen pathetically trying to round up the cats & kittens herself, which was a laughable scene because she has the ambulatory ability of an obese 110 year old. Eventually my dad rounded them up and placed them outside, expecting them to find a way to live on their own or die trying. He also accidentally tossed out Dee Dee with all of the other cats.

--

Had a dream where somehow my dad got a hold of my Steam login info. He went on there using the HTPC. He purchased, downloaded, and was playing several hentai games using my Steam account.

And as if that wasn't cringey enough, I also saw him leaving profile messages and sending private messages to various "gamer-girls" (the type who act slutty, send nudes, and beg for money). I was horrified going through all of these messages—not because it was like cheating on my mom (I couldn't care less about that tbh. Who could blame him at this point.)—but because it was just so cringey and pathetic.

Categorize it under boomers falling for internet scams.

--

Also at some point in a dream I remember my expensive PC monitor was covered in greasy fingerprints, which is the closest thing I've had to a nightmare in awhile.

This post was edited by Terps on Nov 8 2019 09:36am

Had a dream where I was at someone's house for a party. I put my high school letterman jacket on the table (I have never owned one of these btw). The house owner's cat immediately jumps onto the table and starts clawing at my jacket, making superficial little holes on the leather sleeves. Irritated, I guided the cat firmly by the belly onto the floor with my hand. It wasn't a violent act by any means; I just wanted to move the cat away from my jacket immediately and without letting it slip my grasp.

Nevertheless, the owners of the cat were unhappy with the way I handled their pet. These two muscular dudes in their mid-20s approached me (roommates apparently) yelling at me for abusing their cat (which I totally did not). I was trying to calmly explain the situation from my perspective, just trying to avoid conflict, but tensions kept escalating. Without warning, one of the dudes punches Chris right in the back of the neck while he was sitting in a comfy chair and not looking. I was pretty shocked. I guess the roommate chose to punch him instead of me because I'm not really a threat whereas he is, so it would make the most sense to take him out first. However, the roommates punch looked pretty weak, so Chris got up and took on these two dudes at once. I think he punched one of them in the face like right off the back, knocking him to the ground, and then got the other one in a headlock/choke-hold. Meanwhile, I was just chucking cat after cat through the air at the roommates to get them to stop. The cats were flailing and screaming as I threw them. I was admittedly startled by the whole situation, but at the same time I had to admit it was pretty cool seeing Chris handle these two dudes (no homo). Sustaining his choke-hold, Chris then pulls out his gun and points it right at the dude's head and tells the other roommate to get the door for me so we can leave.

--

Had a dream where I was a teenager (too young to drive) and I was really into the DeLorean cars for some reason. Also it was like a dystopian future where technology was scarce and poorly understood. So there were only like 12 DeLorean cars left in running condition, and even getting one to run for more than a mile or two was rare. It was a pretty big deal in the DeLorean community when someone got one to drive for 12 miles before stalling out.

Anyway, because I was such a big DeLorean enthusiast, my parents took a vacation, and along the way they stopped at the house of the person who invented the DeLorean. He was a befuddled old man who seemed like he had mild dementia, since he didn't really understand who we were or why we were at his house. Also he was wearing a white lab coat for some reason (guess picturing Back to the Future). Anyway, I went to show him my Diecast DeLorean model to demonstrate that I was a big fan. However, when I went to pull it out, what I held up was actually a Diecast 2001 Mercedes Benz SLK model. Embarrassed, I kept showing it to him as if this was what I meant to show him, rather than embarrass myself further by digging around for my DeLorean model.

Suddenly, the ground outside began to shake like an earthquake. The scientist who invented the DeLorean was swallowed up from underneath by a giant monster like in the movie Tremors with Kevin Bacon. Everyone had to find something to sit/stand on so that the monsters wouldn't burrow from beneath their feet and eat them, so me and several other kids found trees and buildings to climb. I was on a tree watching as these monsters were crawling beneath the soil and burrowing up to catch things. Elly (our dog) was running around outside playing with the monsters. She would run to a spot, let the monster try to swallow her up, and then run off to another spot to let another monster try to catch her.

Had a dream where I was at the LGS playing Commander with some people there. I needed a deck since I don't have one. I reached into Brandon's bag and looked through it, not really sure what I was looking at because the cards were all jumbled and in different sleeves. People were ready to start and were waiting for me, so I just grabbed what felt like at least 100 cards (was probably more than that), looked for a random legendary to be my Commander and threw it on the table, did a shuffle, and was ready to go. Somehow this random pile of cards turned out to be a pretty decent elementals deck and I won.

Had a dream where, for whatever reason, my car had to be driven on these long wooden docks stretching over the ocean toward where people park their boats. Also, I had a weird combination of Brandon and my dad with me. Weirder yet, for whatever reason, we reasoned that it would be best if I was a passenger instead of the driver of my car (I think it might have been because it would be hard for me to assemble my wheelchair on the docks with limited space). Anyway, Brandon was chosen to drive my car for some reason. I'm sure you can imagine where this is headed: Brandon, brimming with undeserved confidence, took the wheel and promptly drove off the side of the docks and into some deep water rather immediately, right as soon as we came to the first L-turn in the docks.

My Subaru immediately plunged into the water and floated at first. I was trying to stay calm. I mean, knew what I had to do in situations like this (unbuckle seatbelt, lower window, open door, escape), but it was still frightening and startling. I got out quickly without any difficulty before the car really started to sink, but then I had to swim to shore. Idk what happened to Brandon or my dad, but I know I made it.

--

In another dream, society was ruined kind of like in The Walking Dead. To keep out the droves of zombies, mutants, and marauders, sections of land were organized by the U.S. government into giant fenced-in sections, which were to be considered towns. When I say giant, I mean like a plot of land about as big as Megaton from Fallout 3 on the low-side, or maybe 5x as big on the high side. All of the zombies and bad guys existed in the spaces between towns, which was only like maybe 30 feet between towns (the whole U.S. was organized into perfect fenced-in rectangles).

Anyway, I made my way to some town. It was a pretty shitty place (like Megaton). The townspeople were cold and mean. The government people were crooked. There was a lot of crime (drugs, prostitution, slavery, violent crime), which fueled the city's economy. There was no charity there, so if you needed anything, you either paid for it or you went into debt/slavery.

When I arrived, I needed some provisions because I had nothing. I immediately went into debt and became a slave essentially. I didn't know what I was getting into, and I wasn't about to be a slave for the rest of my life, so I escaped by digging a tunnel to the next town over.

The next town was the complete opposite of the first one. Everyone was super nice and charitable. The government was honest and served the people. There was absolutely no crime or drugs whatsoever (they were very strict about this). It was perfect, and I fit in nicely.

I lived in this town just fine for a couple weeks, but then things started to get boring because there was nothing to do to have fun. In talking with other people, I got the impression that I might be able to turn a few bucks by using the tunnel I made (which no one else knew about) to bring in prostitutes from the other town and pimp them out in secret. There were a lot of customers, and the operation went well for about a week, but then some pathetic loser felt guilty about banging a prostitute and confessed to the government, ratting me out in the process, and then I, along with my prostitutes, got kicked out of the town.

I can't quite remember how the dream ended, though I remember for sure that I went on a thieving spree and took every last one of their guns before I left so that the town was utterly defenseless. I escaped with this huge sack of guns that was way more than I could ever need or use myself.

--

Also had a dream last night where, I don't remember the context exactly, but I was trying to egg on some guy to fight me, and I yelled loudly in public "Come on you faggot!" which I felt embarrassed and ashamed about since that's homophobic.

This post was edited by Terps on Dec 2 2019 02:33am

Had a dream where Chris was having a party at his new house. He had been gifted a renovated colonial-era house from a good friend (it was quite nice, somewhat large, and probably expensive). The friend from whom Chris received this house was this eccentric old man who looked a lot like this (he even had the same cane/staff and loin cloth), only chubby (Aghori Tribe Cannibal): https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2015/03/02/263BB84A00000578-0-image-a-22_1425288860154.jpg

The eccentric man had recently gone through a religious experience and was divesting himself of all his possessions. He had written a large, thick book—a manifesto of his beliefs—only the text was written in the size and font of an old Alpha-edition Magic card, so it was probably only like 20 pages in MLA font. MTG card text for reference: https://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Card/Details.aspx?multiverseid=95

I thought the eccentric man's book was really stupid and overhyped, yet it was selling quite well for whatever reason. And I couldn't take the man seriously because he held great conviction over his bogus whimsical religious beliefs. But this was a dear friend and mentor to Chris, so I kept my thoughts to myself. I didn't want to offend anyone and start a big scene. This eccentric man was like a father-figure to Chris, and Chris was like the son he never had.

At some point in the party, there was a ceremony where a freshly made red canoe was raised into the rafters for storage. I wasn't sure why this event was significant, but the event was very important to Trish, Chris, and the eccentric man's cadre of friends and family, who all fell silent and watched stoically as the canoe was raised. I guess it symbolized in some capacity that the house was now Chris's, though how this meaning was represented by the canoe was lost on me. I felt like an outsider and wanted to ditch the party.

Later on, after the ceremony turned into more of a casual party where people got to chat and mingle, I calmed down a bit. Chris or someone got the idea that it'd be fun to play Jenga. "Finally, something fun to do," I thought, "Jenga's my shit."

I went into the eccentric man's private office to go get Jenga when I noticed the man had a tray of baked cookies and other confectioneries, chocolates mainly. I thought to myself "this old fuck is giving away his house anyway, so I doubt Chris or the eccentric man would notice if any of these went missing." So I ate as many of the cookies and chocolate as I could. After taking a bite, I realized the cookies, despite looking like peanut-butter chocolate chip cookies, were actually chicken and gravy flavored, so I left those. I placed the one I had taken a bite out of back onto the cooling tray with all of the others. Then, before leaving, I grabbed this huge brick of chocolate and was going to stuff it into my pocket.

I was about to leave when I noticed the eccentric man was in the doorway watching me. I was caught red-handed with my jeans and hoodie pockets stuffed full of his candy. The eccentric man was all jovial though. "Take more!" he said encouragingly. This actually pissed me off even more because I wanted him to be angry at me for stealing his candy, but instead he was all good-natured about it and stuck to his whimsical, hedonist, care-free religious philosophy.

In any case, I put on a perfunctory smile to acknowledge his generosity and mask how much I was growing annoyed by him. He offered me a chicken and gravy cookie, which I then had to eat so as not to come off as ungrateful or disrespectful. He then asked about the brick of chocolates I had in my hand. I lied and said I thought it'd be cool to reward the winners of the games of Jenga with pieces of the brick of chocolate, even though my real intention was to take it home and eat it myself like a gluttonous piece of shit. He complimented me for having such a great idea, which again annoyed me because I didn't want his compliments. Plus now he was excited to play Jenga, which was a total bummer for me because I was looking forward to just playing Jenga without this annoying old man.

We went out into the yard and setup Jenga on this small, rickety, poorly-balanced coffee table. But we couldn't play right away because the eccentric old man wanted to canvas the entire party (like 40 people) to see who wanted to play Jenga. So, annoyed, I waited for the man to come back. 7 other people wanted to play, which annoyed me further because that's too many (have to wait too long between turns). I got one of the first easy bricks and then barely got to play after that because these knuckle-dragging casuals toppled the Jenga pagoda almost immediately like the ham-fisted dumbfucks that they were.

Then someone got the bright idea to dice tomatoes into into Jenga blocks and play with that instead, which was an utterly stupid idea for reasons I won't even go into. Don't remember how the dream ended after that, but I remember thinking "Alright, I'm out" after the tomato slices.

This post was edited by Terps on Dec 2 2019 12:23pm

Been awhile.

Had a dream where I had a land urchin. It was like a sea urchin, but it lived on land. I didn't really know how to raise it as a baby, so I left it with someone who could raise it for me (just like those Pokemon daycares).

The person who was raising it did kind of a shitty job, and his daycare center was really smelly and filthy. Like I saw that there was a land urchin that was either dead or dying when I went to pick mine up, as most of its spikes were broken and its shell was shattered, as if someone had accidentally dropped it or stepped on it. I was concerned that this dying urchin was mine; however, it was someone else's, so I was relieved. Also the person who was the daycare owner was this dude with a lisp who works at our LGS.

The guy actually gave me two land urchins when I went to pick mine up. He insisted that I had left two urchins when I was quite certain I had only dropped off one. In any case, I took the land urchins. The one that was actually mine was very colorful with thick, brilliantly colored spikes. The other one was a runt with thin spikes and messed-up spike pigmentation. I was actually concerned that it was dying, since it seemed to be leaking this thick viscous fluid—basically a thick slime. However, it turned out that this was normal for all land urchins.

At this point I was beginning to regret purchasing a land urchin as a pet, as I had no desire to have slime all over my carpet. You also couldn't really pet them because they were spiky and awkward to handle. I also did not know how to interact with a land urchin—it seemed incapable of detecting/recognizing and reciprocating affection like a normal pet. I also did not know what they ate, though the daycare person seemed to feed them a mixture of bleached white flour and loose soil, so that seemed easy enough.

Been forgetting to write these down. Had a couple good ones I've forgotten...

Well, one dream I don't remember the overall plot, but there was one moment in which I had this bag of dessert food. It was in a gallon-sized ziplock bag, and there was all this thick brown liquid, kind of like pale brown melted milk chocolate. It wasn't all liquid, however, as there were these chocolate nuggets inside. These nuggets were about the size of those "Robin's Eggs" Easter candies (the ones that are just malted milkballs), but they did not have a shell. They were kind of soft, like the consistency of a cake-like brownie, but fashioned into little round nuggets immersed in brown goop.

Anyway, I was absolutely gorging myself on these little candies. I had brown liquid all over my face and chin. I was deliberately trying to eat them all so that I didn't have to share. It looked like I was eating a ziplock bag full of raw sewage.

--

In another dream, I was addicted to heroin. I had these boxes that looked like boxes of insulin needles, but they were all full of heroin. Unfortunately I can't quite remember the plot of the dream, but I do remember injecting heroin like crazy.