No.20533
Had a very weird dream, and very disturbing.
First I was in Spain or somesuch where I wanted to sleep at an inn. I had to climb through a window.
Then it was dinner with parents, but for some reason the food took very long for some while others were already finished.
Then I went to my room and unpacked a gift. It was a blanket with a happy birthday greeting and an explanation about the gift, which was special badges that I needed in spanish winter as a foreigner, and it was in english.
Then I went to attach the badges to my car. It was very snowy, the road was covered. A long WW1-style bayonet was just put into the ground, so I pulled it out and put it under my car to retrieve it later. I also had to change tires or something, though it was only the rubber part and I managed to get them all in the trunk WITH ROOM TO SPARE. Then I laid down next to the car, in the snow, to sleep, but was disturbed by a man taking pictures of me with his phone.
Next I remember I was kidnapped, or got there on my own, in some kind of castle/dungeon. I was part of a group that was apparently torturing and was tortured (the woman giving the introductory speech was saying something like "let's all have fun now") with all kinds of nasty stuff. I remember a woman being suspended over a hot cauldron and her skin "melting" so her upper body was kind of fused together.
I can't remember more because I think that was the moment my alarm went off. I hate these kind of dreams, I want to dream about flying and travelling through space, not this shit.
No.20815
Getting cockblocked even in my dreams, Ernst-Style:
I was at some event that took place in something like a congress center or airport or mall - multiple levels with escalators, that were connected to something like resort rooms, you know, bungalows with nice gardens.
I was there with colleagues, but not current ones, but former ones, one of which is a rather attractive, tall blonde. She was wearing a sundress, one of my biggest weaknesses.
Anyway, we were strolling around this event and she and I were very close together; the sexual tension was palpable. At one point we stood there and were talking and I was inconspicuously grabbing her ass. She suggested we go somewhere else, so we went. She ran away, in flipflops and I could barely keep track because mine were rather slippery, so I was running like Jackie Chan.
We then arrived at the rooms, but at the roof, so we had to climb down a bunch of rocks on the side of the complex.
Inside her room I was starting to take off my sweaty clothes. I went over to her to kiss her when her friends, or at least a group of women that appeared like such, burst in and wanted to talk, but they seem to have noticed that something was going on. I excused myself to the bathroom while she was trying to get rid of them.
To my surprise the bathroom and kitchen were one single room. The shower (a big one) was on the right side of the door, while a bigger part of the room opened to the left with a dinner table and an entire cooking/dishwashing alcove with about a meter away a toilet. I sat on the toilet because I am a polite guest when a boy came in whom I identified as her little brother. He started talking to me, saying something about eating, and then another guy came in.
And before I could solve this and fugg I woke up.
No.20862
Nightmare.
My cousin and I were on some university campus, close to where the university related start-ups had their offices. He had some convoluted plan on how to prank a priest, and he would need an Ukrainian phone number for it, he wanted me to set up a voip-system with an Ukrainian phone number to route calls through it. Somehow, this was also a business idea. I didn't quite get it, he calmly explained to me that, in 2002, he had paid a guy outside a soccer game 1500€ for something related to someone's browsing history, as if that would explain anything.
I was then trying to eat in the university cafeteria.
First, I waited to get some cutlery, but everything they brought out was dirty. The cafeteria was buffet-style, and they printed a label with some numbers and matrix code for every item of food that went onto your tablet. Tried to do it right, but there were no soup cups. I had already been waiting for a spoon that was not green with spinach from someones mouth for half an hour, so I put a small amount of soup on a plate, received the label, stuck it on the edge of the plate. Some soup got on the label.
I was already walking to a table and wanted to sit down and eat, then I remembered I would have to pay. Found the checkout in some niche, stood in line for a few minutes. A middle-aged blonde Austrian woman with a giant curly perm and red lipstick straight from hell was sitting at the checkout counter. When it was my turn, she told me. 'Dös kauni enk nöd berechnen, bringens zum auszolln'. Me 'what. ' 'dös kauni enk nöd berechnen, do is suppen auf dem preispapperl, außerdem is dös a dellar. Bringens zum auszolln.' I asked her where I should bring it and she told me 'ZUR AUSZOLL-LINIE'. I asked her what would be payed out (ausbezahlt), she told me 'ausZOLLN, nöd ausZOIN' (to toll-out, not to pay out. The word 'auszollen' does not even exist, afaik). She angrily pointed to a conveyer belt. I put my tablet there and watched it disappear. I woke up while yelling 'tariffs, goddammit, we are at a cafeteria, not at a customs office'. (I actually yelled 'auszolla, herrgotsack, mir sand enra mensa, ed aufam zollamt.')
still confused on why the impolite Austrian woman would ihrz me. Maybe she mistook me for some professor, because of my advanced age.
No.20986
>>20862Dreamt I had lost my job and had to get a new university degree to get a new job. To get into uni, I had to re-do my A-levels. Except they had since changed the curriculum and I had to convert Boolean Formula to diagrams. That doesn't exactly sound hard, but they had re-invented boolean logic, too, and there was now a Nonce-Latch-Gate I couldn't get my head around. I overslept on the day of the exam and my mom was very dissapointed.