Recent dreams
I had this weird SCP-themed dream two nights ago.
The skip was terrorizing a men's bathroom at some place I was, and the Foundation swooped in to snatch it up. It was one of those need to pee, so takes place in a bathroom dreams. (Interestingly, I "knew" it would become SCP-735, which I just looked up and that turned out to be an insult box, so no.) After the skip had been contained, I was interviewed by an Agent Dawn, a Colson-esque man in a tan suit who seemed somewhat bored. He became ever so slightly irritated as I began to demonstrate knowledge of the Foundation and generally started fanboying at him. The moment I remember most is when he pulls out a thin hypodermic needle. I asked him, "Ooh, are you going to give me an amnestic now?" (I even used the correct term!) He just sighs, rolls his eyes, and jams it into the side of my neck as I close my eyes in anticipation. When I opened my eyes, I demonstrated the erasing of my memories by reciting population statistics from four contiguous counties in South Carolina and patting him on the shoulder. Weird dream.
Last night, I had this grand sweeping dream that I can only remember the end of. I was some kind of millionaire playboy inventor, whose name was Tony Stark but who was not that Tony Stark. I had had this huge mansion built for me. It was some kind of weird story, where I wanted it built to live in, but also with this woman who was a friend/rival who I ended up marrying because why not, so we could live in it together as a testament to something or other. It was a weird relationship.
Anyway, we would host these swanky parties and so forth, and there was one of those going on. I can't remembered what happened -- if I did something or said something, or if someone else said something -- but my wife ends up leaving in tears and I'm like, the fuck? I tracked her down to a bathroom where she's taking a bath and crying. (I could see her boobs; they were great.) And I'm walking around with my arms out like I want to hug her and she's just sobbing and shouting Leave me alone! And that was when I realized everything was changing. It was kind of a realization that the relationship wasn't based on love or something like that, and would be coming to an end. I smashed something off a banister, then cried for approximately ten seconds. Then there was some weird doodly with a kleenex box as I guess my mind can't hold a thought for too long. :B I dunno, it would make an interesting story if I could suss out the relationship dynamic in play. Also, thinking about it helped me get through my shitty-ass day somehow.
The skip was terrorizing a men's bathroom at some place I was, and the Foundation swooped in to snatch it up. It was one of those need to pee, so takes place in a bathroom dreams. (Interestingly, I "knew" it would become SCP-735, which I just looked up and that turned out to be an insult box, so no.) After the skip had been contained, I was interviewed by an Agent Dawn, a Colson-esque man in a tan suit who seemed somewhat bored. He became ever so slightly irritated as I began to demonstrate knowledge of the Foundation and generally started fanboying at him. The moment I remember most is when he pulls out a thin hypodermic needle. I asked him, "Ooh, are you going to give me an amnestic now?" (I even used the correct term!) He just sighs, rolls his eyes, and jams it into the side of my neck as I close my eyes in anticipation. When I opened my eyes, I demonstrated the erasing of my memories by reciting population statistics from four contiguous counties in South Carolina and patting him on the shoulder. Weird dream.
Last night, I had this grand sweeping dream that I can only remember the end of. I was some kind of millionaire playboy inventor, whose name was Tony Stark but who was not that Tony Stark. I had had this huge mansion built for me. It was some kind of weird story, where I wanted it built to live in, but also with this woman who was a friend/rival who I ended up marrying because why not, so we could live in it together as a testament to something or other. It was a weird relationship.
Anyway, we would host these swanky parties and so forth, and there was one of those going on. I can't remembered what happened -- if I did something or said something, or if someone else said something -- but my wife ends up leaving in tears and I'm like, the fuck? I tracked her down to a bathroom where she's taking a bath and crying. (I could see her boobs; they were great.) And I'm walking around with my arms out like I want to hug her and she's just sobbing and shouting Leave me alone! And that was when I realized everything was changing. It was kind of a realization that the relationship wasn't based on love or something like that, and would be coming to an end. I smashed something off a banister, then cried for approximately ten seconds. Then there was some weird doodly with a kleenex box as I guess my mind can't hold a thought for too long. :B I dunno, it would make an interesting story if I could suss out the relationship dynamic in play. Also, thinking about it helped me get through my shitty-ass day somehow.