Miles: I'm pretty sure I'm glad Hair-Away isn't a real product, although I would love to hear Billy Mays try to pitch it.

FB3K: I love that dream. It's actually kind of touching, in a surrealist way.

I haven't had many memorable dreams lately. Back in May or June, I dreamed that I watched a YouTube parody video made by a teenage girl who apparently disliked the Miami Marlins baseball team. The video used the same kind of perky Latin music used by the team's actual promos, but the video showed assorted Marlins players striking out and committing errors, and fans looking on in disgust when their team kept losing! In my dream, the video quality was exceptional for an amateur production, and it was surprisingly funny.

Also, last week I dreamed about playing with a baby Pomeranian. Needless to say, the baby Pomeranian was insanely cute.

Two nights ago, I dreamed that my family bought a house. This house had been vacant for four or five years, and the woman who had most recently lived there was insane.

No one was aware of this, but the home had a cellar. And this cellar contained mummified human remains. Apparently the woman's daughter died young, and she had her mummified - and left the body in the cellar. I don't know whether the woman lost her mind after this tragic event, or if she had always been insane. But it didn't matter, because now we had to figure out what to do with this deceased girl's body.

In the dream, I suggested buying an inexpensive casket (since we didn't want to spend lots of money to bury somebody who's not even related to us) and giving her a proper burial beneath the cellar, since the cellar had a dirt floor. We weren't sure what to do, though, and fortunately, I woke up.

While there weren't any ghosts or zombies in this dream, I think it's about time people toned down the macabre Halloween decorations!

Agreed.

Did the friend realize he was dreaming and the girl's response made sense or wasn't it until he woke that he realized she had said that in a dream. That would be my question.

probably the first, if i had to guess

this is getting more meta the more i think about it dfgdfghd

Last night, I dreamed about one of my most offbeat sort-of-friends. I've known her for over a decade, and we've followed each other on Twitter for a long time. However, I've barely talked to her in real life in the past decade, other than one chance meeting this spring. But I digress.

I went to her house to borrow a big box of books so I could conduct research involving content analysis*. Apparently she was the only person who owned the books I needed. I have no idea why that was. I also don't know what kind of books they were. She wasn't home, but somehow I picked up the books anyway.

Later, I went back to return her books. I drove through a traffic nightmare* to get to her house, which was located on the ocean at the fictional "16th Avenue" in Atlantic Beach (at the same location as the actual 16th Street, but named differently). I went inside, because the front door was wide open. However, the house was really dark inside* and I was somewhat creeped out. But eventually I stumbled to her room, knocked tentatively, and found her so I could give her back her books.

When I walked in, she was working on some kind of blog, maybe a magazine.* I learned about the people collaborating with her:

• A girl with short blonde hair who wore glasses. She was the only other character I actually met in the dream.
  
• A foreign exchange student from Peru who is passionate about photography. I saw some of her work in the dream, and she was actually pretty talented. She'd taken a lot of stunning photos of Incan ruins.
  
• A tall guy with dark hair. He holds the honor of being the only fictional character bestowed with a name.
  
• A girl with pink hair. She is the younger, gender-swapped version of a guy I see every time I walk to class. Unlike her real-world male clone, she didn't wear glasses. She didn't give me good vibes.

I was unsure whether to leave and be thankful for her generously lending me a box of books, or to play the part of the future IT professional I am and ask if she or the blonde girl needed any IT support for their budding multimedia enterprise. But it didn't matter, because that was when I woke up.

I never remember this many details about my dreams.

* I can trace the origins of these dream elements if you really care.

A few nights ago, I dreamed that a girl came up to me in my college's library and wanted to take a selfie with me. She was wearing a magenta and black dress, and I think she was inspired by a character in an Austrian music video that DJ Coco sent me. She was very cute, but her hyper-flirtatious attitude gave me the impression that she wanted too much too fast.

I also dreamed that my college started an ROTC and launched a massive marching band. These events caused me to be late to my future Strategic Management class, which was (interestingly) taught inside a closet.

I had a dream recently where I was flying above the clouds.
I was throwing sparks from my hands at these cities below.
Every time I did, I would hear joyful cheers, and singing.
I threw some at this massive riot, and the fighting stopped, the people just looked around, then started staring at the sky, smiling.

I then returned to my home, which for some reason had a tree growing through it, which was growing some strange gameboy cartridge shaped fruits.

I was greeted at the door by my whole family:
"You've done it! world peace has finally been achieved!"
The world faded to black, then white, and I found out that none of it was real (in the dream) as I was under a truck leaking gasoline.

This is when I woke up.

i dreamed that guinea and i had been hanging out. he told me that he'd taken a job working on a freighter vessel, and he wanted to show me some video he'd taken of this intense storm he had been in while not far out from port. he'd had his 3DS on him and he caught that while he was there, so he showed it to me.

i'm guessing it was a wind storm of some sort, because the sky wasn't that dark, but the waves were so intense that the boat was starting to buckle underneath their force. it was getting the s*** kicked out of it, so it sank pretty quickly. he didn't have any footage after the boat sunk, but obviously he found his way back to shore. i remember watching the video, probably getting beers or something while we were hanging out, and then going back to life as normal. the boat was getting contorted in such weird ways by the water that it scared me just to think about it for the rest of my dream.

I looked up at the sky to see a blimp-sized/shaped nuke falling (whatever dropped it wasn't visible, but in my head I somehow knew the nuke was Korean in origin?), which was soon hit by a gigantic U.S. rocket to produce a shower of harmless sparks. Nothing happened after that beyond all the sparks slowly falling and fading. Was just sitting there for a bit in confusion until I woke up.

Not sure what brought that one on.
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Edited by: Miles, Jun 25th, 2015 @ 7:27 pm

Lately I've been dreaming repeatedly about a nonexistent Major League Baseball expansion team being added to the American League West division. I think they were supposed to be based in North Carolina, which makes zero geographic sense. When I looked at the standings, this fake baseball team was leading the division but never came on TV for some reason.

That's about all the dreaming I've done lately. Believe it or not, I can explain the psychological gory details about what all this dream means, although it's not terribly exciting.

In addition, Nite's dream was hilarious.