i had a dream wherein i went to ride on this thing that was like a boat with a parachute on it. my coworker ian showed me this thing and rode on the back seat of it while i took the front. this thing operated by starting in the water, then being pulled by a mechanism that dragged it onto a track. once it reached the end of this, it would deploy its parachute so as to glide gracefully down through a city that just showed up from nowhere. it was neat, but i saw some visual glitches that made me wonder if i was in a virtual reality thing.

after i got off that thing, i get in my car to leave. i take a wrong turn and have to turn around, noticing there's a kid playing nearby and trying not to hit him. i head back the right way when i get flagged down by a very baleful-looking cop with soulless eyes. he takes me into a room and asks me what i was doing, saying i almost killed that kid. i tell him i was trying to avoid him, so he finds the kid and interrogates him. our stories are similar but not quite identical, and it comes to light that i used profanity near the kid when i was turning around. clearly enjoying making me suffer by intimidating me, the cop writes me a ticket for saying a swear word. i'm enraged by this, but there's nothing i can do about it. i visit with a husband and wife game developer duo i'm somehow friends with, and they feel bad for my situation and lend me the fifty bucks needed to cover the ticket.

last thing i remember is staying at their house and browsing the internet. i remember something while in the dream about a sound frequency which causes computers to crash, and i listen to it on my tablet with the expected results.

i had a very strange, depressing dream that i don't remember much of. i think it involved a version of pokémon, one that i somehow recognized as a generation 4 game, that i played. in it, i remember two things: there was a new type introduced called the dying-type, which consisted of very evil-looking new pokémon and evolutions of the old one that looked just as malevolent. as for the plot of the game, it was like i was viewing it through my own eyes. it started out with me, as well as a bunch of people of my generation, heading off to sign up for the army to participate in some war. everyone was talking about it as if it was going to be lots of fun, something like how people viewed the first world war before it began. i remember just knowing that it would kill the majority of people who had signed up for it, and that there wasn't anything i could do.

Earlier this week, I dreamed that I was driving to a factory located in the far northwest corner of Jacksonville. I'm not sure why I was going there - I don't know whether it was a grad school project or a sales job. (I do know I wasn't working at said factory.) In this alternate reality, Jacksonville's manufacturing sector had grown by leaps and bounds, and factories and warehouses were everywhere on I-295 (the loop around Jacksonville, the road I was taking to reach my destination). I took a wrong turn and somehow ended up in an old neighborhood in the Mandarin area.

On the same night, I dreamed that I visited a friend's out-of-state grandparents. I think I was invited to a family reunion even though I'm not related to them. Apparently these grandparents were stereotypical rednecks. To get to their house, you had to cross a log bridge over a creek. Some of these logs were highly unstable, and they could easily roll out of control. The logs that were most prone to rolling out of control actually had names (I think one was named Betty). The house was overcrowded and wasn't in the greatest condition, and the people liked to drink a lot and sleep at odd hours. I felt out of place. As soon as it got dark, I locked myself in the guest bedroom, hoping that I could get a decent night of sleep.

A couple nights later, I dreamed that I became the devil and tormented people using boiling Cheerwine. Bad Placeo apparently has a strict rule prohibiting use of the metric system, and the boiling Cheerwine had to be kept at a strict 212 degrees Fahrenheit.

If these dreams sound dark to you, I can explain exactly where each dream element came from, and it's more boring than anything. And if you were hoping for something darker, then I'm sorry for letting you down. (I'm actually not sorry. Too bad.)

This one was particularly odd:
I was lost in the woods, it was foggy, cold, and I could barely see.

Every now and again, I could see something move in the distance, but really quickly, it would be there, and would be gone just as fast,

I kept moving along, looking for something... no idea what actually, as odd as that sounds... shelter perhaps?

I hear this loud growl noise behind me, I turn around, and see this snarling beast, like a crocodile, werewolf, THING, charging towards me.
My first instinct is to punch it.
It gets knocked down, I find a steel fence post stuck in the ground and I pull it up, and begin swinging it like a sword.

After smacking it with the fence post a few times, it finally lays down, dead.
Shaking, I roll it over to get a better look at it's face...
...Nothing, just a hollow black void where it's face should be.

The world turns black, and I hear a voice coming from all directions:
"Welcome to the black void. This is your world, do with it as you please."

Well, that escalated quickly.

Earlier this month I dreamed that I went to a small town and wanted to get something to eat. Without checking any reviews beforehand, I went to the diner, the only restaurant in town. This restaurant specialized in fried chicken, and it refused to serve black people. One African-American gentleman made the mistake of walking in and taking a seat, and the phrase "if looks could kill" is the best way to describe the reaction of the lady who owned the place. Despite being a white person, I felt uncomfortable being at a whites-only eatery, and I was about to leave when the dream ended.

Had a couple of relatively short ones this morning.

There was a heck of a lightning storm going on, but it wasn't dark or rainy at all. The clouds were very green and were close to the ground as well as up in the sky (I guess it could count as fog too?), and lightning arcs were shooting between random spots in them every so often, always perfectly visible through the clouds. I was in a frenzy to unplug everything before a bolt hit something and fried everything.

For some reason I was trying to shut down a Windows 10 computer gracefully as to not mess up something somehow by force-unplugging it, and I couldn't find the shut down button. In the power menu in the start menu, there was sleep and log off and a bunch of recommended pictures from my Skype Received Photos folder but no shut down option to be found. I was heavily frustrated by Dream Windows 10's apparent newest update and unplugged it anyway.

The dream ended and transitioned into another one there, but I can't remember much of the other one.

This was dreamed last night.

I'm in this dark room, on a chair. I can't move.
What appears to be black smoke all around, and a featureless dark figure in front of me, it looks like a person.
It has it's arm extended, and is pointing something at me.
I'm asking it questions. "Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want? among others. for what felt like an hour.
I hear a deep voice say the words "Worthless!" and then I see a flash and hear a loud "BANG!" That's when I woke up the first time last night.

I managed to get back to sleep after a bit.
And had another.
I woke up in what appeared to be a hospital, nobody else currently in the room.
I walk around until I find someone. the secretary at the front desk, an older man. I feel as though I had seen this person before.
"Can I help you si- ...You're awake!" he confirms that he is my brother, and tells me that I have been out for 40 years.
And tells me that there are some people who would like to meet me.
We get in his car, and he updates me on things along the way.
Sad details about my parents, the neighbors, and even my sister.
The world appears much darker than I remember it. As though it were in a state of decay.
We get to our destination, and a number of people greet me as we leave the car. I feel a sudden sharp pain in my chest, I watch the world fade to white as the crowd of worried people rush to my side. No longer able to see them through the dense fog, I can hear whispers: "I'm sorry it had to be like this" "Why didn't we listen" "Please come back"
I woke up after this.

Managed to get back to sleep one more time.
This time, I'm in my room. I turn on my computer, and am greeted a set of emails showing me my whole world crashing down on top of me.
Banned from my favorite sites,
Fired from every job I have,
Numerous levels of just blatant hatred,
Among other things.
I leave my room to find that it appears to be the only thing that survived the house burning down.
I walk to where the living room should be, to find the skeletons of 4 people. I gather those can only be my brother, sister, mother, and father.
The rest of the dream is me wandering around in the fog, wishing they could come back.

i have no clue where the hell to start with this one, as it was so complex and loaded with detail that i am almost certain to forget some of it. in any event.

i think the first part of this dream involved me reliving my life, or maybe experiencing it for the first time. problem is, it's way different: my parents are different people, and i live in a huge mansion loaded with all sorts of strange, wonderful contraptions to play on. i have several more siblings here, and my parents appear to be different people. i perceive the beginning of the dream to be occuring during 1995, when i am five years old.

the first arc, if you will, involves me, at some point, perceiving that my life fell apart at some point after childhood. i use a time machine to travel back in time and somehow take control of my five year old self and modify some events that i don't remember. i know that, at some point, i get pulled back even further in time with these two girls, one of which is waiting to talk to their boyfriend or something to break it off with him. i didn't see what happened, but i think this came back into play later, as he becomes the general of the empire.

i think after this, i returned to 1995 and managed to get my past self to begin to redo some of his past actions, though i don't remember what all they were. i know that i found it difficult to force him to do anything. i had the mind of a five year old and my adult mind coexisting, and just getting him to perform a different action made my mind strain really hard.

one of the first things i remember trying to change took place in this continuity's 1997, and i suppose i'll refer to it as the tetramonde arc because of a critical plot point. sometime during 1997, i watched an oddly overbudgeted, yet groan-inducingly stupid commercial for a new... film, i think on the market that involved rebels in some european country i didn't recognize getting their troops showered in explodey death by the empire on the hill leading up to their home base. imagine a michael bay movie where everyone has bad accents and you have an idea of the look of this bit. i surmised somehow that this hill was called tetramonde, in typical dreamlike fashion. anyway, it cuts to the rebel leaders up on a hill talking about how they're getting destroyed, when one of them realizes they have the mythical weapon of tetramonde to turn the tides! it... turns out this is just a really large fireworks cake, but they use it and the empire is destroyed by its power!

next, we cut to the final scene of tetramonde, so i've got no d*** idea of how we got here. it turns out it's not a movie i'm watching, this is real life, and me and my parents are being held hostage by the empire's general in our house. what is supposed to happen here is that the general forces us to fire the weapon of tetramonde in our own house, probably killing us. however, my dad rigs it so that it just produces smoke, and releases a contraption that summons rope which causes every member of the empire in the room to be hanged, including the general's wife. after this, however, the general realizes what my dad did and stabs him to death with a sword. i, however, am able to change this and stop the general from killing my dad. it happens as normal, with the general's pretty, wispy blonde wife coming out in her baby blue gown and ordering the discharge of the weapon. we do it, it acts up as planned, and the empire personnel are killed. i stop the general from killing dad, but find myself booted back to 1995: my child self was using the time machine to try to fix his life, but the scene just before meant that a paradox of some sort had been created, and he now ceased to exist.

however, i am not gone from reality. what follows is, in very condensed form, my life flashing before my eyes as i am restored to the timeline by some mechanism i don't understand. as i go, i experience memories that i had long forgotten, and wake up to find that i had been dreaming and talking in my sleep about the past.

this is already confusing, so i'll condense the next bit down. i then proceed to fall back asleep in the dream and run through a bunch more memories in the 'real' world from my childhood to my adulthood, even though they aren't what i experienced in my actual life. i'm missing a ton of detail, but i absolutely need to write a story based off of the fracturing of reality like this dream had

I keep having dreams where I'm reading technical reports about topics such as engineering, healthcare, finance, or technology. These reports are well-written and beautifully-presented - but the information thereon is incredibly false. These dreams are always unsettling because they mess with your mind just enough that you have to remind yourself that these "facts" are fake.

Also, I know I've already talked to you in Discord Land, but Nite needs a hug. If you ever meet me in real life, I owe you one.

Fireball3k's dream was awesome indeed. I hardly ever have dreams as complex as that one, so it's always cool when super-detailed dreams happen.

A few nights ago, I had two dreams in one night. This is quite a rarity for me! Needless to say, both dreams centered on team projects.

In the first dream, I went with my Indian (India Indian, not Native American) team project partner to a dirt parking lot to record a video for our team project. I dropped my phone, but fortunately it didn't suffer any damage. It just bounced into the sand. In this same parking lot, I saw two people who are unlikely to appear in the same place at the same time (people from different compartments of my life), an underlying theme of Career Fantasy.

In the second episode of Vinny Dreams About Team Projects, I went to a place with woefully insufficient parking (which undoubtedly came from the topic of my team project). This dream also involved forgetting about two different things I needed/wanted to do, another favorite dream theme.

Also, I had yet another dream about team projects last night. I read one of the other teams' drafts of their project, and they used citations in a really weird way. These "reading fake technical reports" dreams are apparently my latest dream addiction.