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Post by the light works on Oct 19, 2020 16:21:01 GMT
One of the more memorable moments from the cacophony last night -> In the dream, I'd decided to go back and get my doctorate. I was having to do most of it online, however, and so kept having to deal with so many interruptions that I was having to question whether or not I was going to continue as it was getting to be incredibly difficult to get things done while dealing with everything. It was so bad that I was having to sit down and talk with my parents about matters. ...Then space aliens invaded while I was trying to make pizza... I think some time in the past year, I had a dream I'd decided to spend another year or two in college. I came out of it knowing it was a REALLY BAD IDEA tm |
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Post by ironhold on Dec 3, 2020 18:35:00 GMT
In the dream -
Some sort of bad tropical weather event damaged so many rubber trees in Southeast Asia that it caused the global price of rubber to go up. As a consequence of this, the cost of bicycles and bicycle ownership went up, given that the tires and inner tubes are made of rubber.
For some strange reason, I'm in San Francisco. I'm trying to make sense of a building where their idea of a "unisex bathroom" is a common area with sinks and mirrors for hand-washing and cubicles with floor-to-ceiling walls and doors that include the actual toilets. There's a large bay window on the far side of the bathroom area from the main entrance, which I find quite unusual since the bathroom is ground-level and the window is facing a T intersection.
Somehow or other the price of bicycle ownership going up has set in motion a chain of events that triggers a riot in San Francisco, and because I'm looking out the bay window I'm able to see it as it starts.
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Post by the light works on Dec 4, 2020 1:28:45 GMT
In the dream - Some sort of bad tropical weather event damaged so many rubber trees in Southeast Asia that it caused the global price of rubber to go up. As a consequence of this, the cost of bicycles and bicycle ownership went up, given that the tires and inner tubes are made of rubber. For some strange reason, I'm in San Francisco. I'm trying to make sense of a building where their idea of a "unisex bathroom" is a common area with sinks and mirrors for hand-washing and cubicles with floor-to-ceiling walls and doors that include the actual toilets. There's a large bay window on the far side of the bathroom area from the main entrance, which I find quite unusual since the bathroom is ground-level and the window is facing a T intersection. Somehow or other the price of bicycle ownership going up has set in motion a chain of events that triggers a riot in San Francisco, and because I'm looking out the bay window I'm able to see it as it starts. oddest thing about that is there is hardly any natural rubber used in tires or inner tubes, any more. |
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Post by ironhold on Apr 1, 2021 15:50:22 GMT
In the dream, I'm trying to get together a new group for a tabletop role-playing game campaign, one set in the "Battletech" gaming universe.
As part of it, people keep steering me towards some young player (late teens / early 20s) who is obsessed with one of the game's giant robots, the Mad Cat II. This unit was created for a video game, and is massively over-powered. Its presence in that game is also a massive breach of continuity, as it shouldn't be on the planet it's on during the time period the game in question is set.
Apparently, what the kid's been doing is whenever he sees a "pickup" game (that is, people randomly get together with random combat units and a random set of maps) he'll pull his Mad Cat II out and dominate the game with raw force. This has led to a lot of truly beginner players becoming disinterested in the game.
Thus, it seems, he's been sent my way so I can adjust his attitude, leaving the rest of the local community to console the people he's hurt.
The kid is mortified when he learns I've been playing longer than he's been alive and so I'm not impressed by what he's doing.
He's even *more* upset when I explain that when it comes to the campaigns I do, "daring" and "clever" win but "stupid" hurts. (After all, he's never had to think tactically before.)
By the time I explain to him that the nature of the campaign I'm looking to run precludes his characters from having a Mad Cat II, he's in need of fresh trousers.
So yeah...
...Even in my dreams I'm the "old fart" of whatever group I have going.
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Post by the light works on Apr 1, 2021 16:06:46 GMT
In the dream, I'm trying to get together a new group for a tabletop role-playing game campaign, one set in the "Battletech" gaming universe. As part of it, people keep steering me towards some young player (late teens / early 20s) who is obsessed with one of the game's giant robots, the Mad Cat II. This unit was created for a video game, and is massively over-powered. Its presence in that game is also a massive breach of continuity, as it shouldn't be on the planet it's on during the time period the game in question is set. Apparently, what the kid's been doing is whenever he sees a "pickup" game (that is, people randomly get together with random combat units and a random set of maps) he'll pull his Mad Cat II out and dominate the game with raw force. This has led to a lot of truly beginner players becoming disinterested in the game. Thus, it seems, he's been sent my way so I can adjust his attitude, leaving the rest of the local community to console the people he's hurt. The kid is mortified when he learns I've been playing longer than he's been alive and so I'm not impressed by what he's doing. He's even *more* upset when I explain that when it comes to the campaigns I do, "daring" and "clever" win but "stupid" hurts. (After all, he's never had to think tactically before.) By the time I explain to him that the nature of the campaign I'm looking to run precludes his characters from having a Mad Cat II, he's in need of fresh trousers. So yeah... ...Even in my dreams I'm the "old fart" of whatever group I have going. the "combat monster" fan isn't an uncommon archetype. have you been locking horns with one IRL, lately? |
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Post by ironhold on Apr 1, 2021 16:22:26 GMT
the "combat monster" fan isn't an uncommon archetype. have you been locking horns with one IRL, lately? I've known a few in my time as a gamer. And true to form, they tend to be rather horrified when they can't do what they like to do. But yeah. On one hand, I'm the "old fart" even in my dreams. On the other hand, someone ruined their brand-new trousers. |
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Post by ironhold on Jun 10, 2021 16:32:57 GMT
In real life?
About 15 years ago, one of my brothers, afraid that he was getting to be "too old" to find someone (he was in his early 30s), rushed into a hasty marriage with someone he met on a dating website who was in a similar panic. Things went to hell and back quickly, and the wedding was so rushed that the issue of "who will watch the family pets?" came down to me, who was still in college, having to stay back home (it was a destination wedding) and spend three days simultaneously watching two households' worth of animals (mine and a second brother's).
I had to sleep over at my second brother's house, as his dog needed to be let out first thing in the morning or he'd pee all over. Once I let his dog out and fed his animals, I'd get a quick breakfast, run back to my home, and feed the animals here. I'd then zig-zag back and forth to check the mail and feed both sets of animals their lunch and dinner. It was a very stressful time, and I think by the end of it I was on the verge of a breakdown; the only thing pulling me back was losing myself in some DVDs I'd purchased.
Well, the tail end of a random and rambling dream I had this morning saw me in a similar situation, me having to go back and forth between my own household (I was living on my own, somehow) and someone else's house as I tried to take care of both sets of pets.
Cue me discovering that my goldfish had died because I'd missed something critical.
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Post by GTCGreg on Jun 10, 2021 18:39:53 GMT
In real life? About 15 years ago, one of my brothers, afraid that he was getting to be "too old" to find someone (he was in his early 30s), rushed into a hasty marriage with someone he met on a dating website who was in a similar panic. Things went to hell and back quickly, and the wedding was so rushed that the issue of "who will watch the family pets?" came down to me, who was still in college, having to stay back home (it was a destination wedding) and spend three days simultaneously watching two households' worth of animals (mine and a second brother's). I had to sleep over at my second brother's house, as his dog needed to be let out first thing in the morning or he'd pee all over. Once I let his dog out and fed his animals, I'd get a quick breakfast, run back to my home, and feed the animals here. I'd then zig-zag back and forth to check the mail and feed both sets of animals their lunch and dinner. It was a very stressful time, and I think by the end of it I was on the verge of a breakdown; the only thing pulling me back was losing myself in some DVDs I'd purchased. Well, the tail end of a random and rambling dream I had this morning saw me in a similar situation, me having to go back and forth between my own household (I was living on my own, somehow) and someone else's house as I tried to take care of both sets of pets. Cue me discovering that my goldfish had died because I'd missed something critical. Look at the positive side, if you are ever out of work, you can always apply for a job as a zookeeper. |
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Post by ironhold on Jun 11, 2021 14:43:08 GMT
Look at the positive side, if you are ever out of work, you can always apply for a job as a zookeeper. Even my mom has come to admit that I was wired wrong to begin with - likely some form of autism - and that the things I've been through haven't helped. Whenever I'm under stress, whenever I'm not well, whenever I have to deal with significant changes, and when I have random memories come back to me (my head trauma and all...), it's actually draining in the initial period as I need to mentally catalog and process everything. I've had all four hit at once over the last several months, and the hits just keep coming. I'm wondering if this isn't my brain telling me that I need to find a way to hit the brakes or something bad is going to happen. |
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Post by GTCGreg on Jun 11, 2021 15:12:32 GMT
Look at the positive side, if you are ever out of work, you can always apply for a job as a zookeeper. Even my mom has come to admit that I was wired wrong to begin with - likely some form of autism - and that the things I've been through haven't helped. Whenever I'm under stress, whenever I'm not well, whenever I have to deal with significant changes, and when I have random memories come back to me (my head trauma and all...), it's actually draining in the initial period as I need to mentally catalog and process everything. I've had all four hit at once over the last several months, and the hits just keep coming. I'm wondering if this isn't my brain telling me that I need to find a way to hit the brakes or something bad is going to happen. I’m not a psychologist or anything like that, but maybe you just need to stop letting other people, especially family members, control every aspect of your life. |
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Post by the light works on Jun 11, 2021 18:04:45 GMT
feeling overwhelmed, when you have no control over your life isn't autism. it's being overwhelmed. I can't speak on whether the head trauma you mention is affecting your capacity to cope with circumstances beyond your control, but the fact of the matter is, from everything we hear, you are expected to be available to everyone in your family on-call, 24 hours a day and handle anything they decide to dump in your lap.
consider I have my fire pager on me nearly 24-7, and the difference between what I do and what you do is that when my pager goes off, it is my decision whether the problem is important enough to need me.
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Post by ironhold on Feb 20, 2022 12:52:56 GMT
My brain decided to throw a major curve last night.
In the dream, I was in a position to meet with and reconcile with *two* ex-girlfriends, only for me to find myself in a situation where I had to cover for someone else's mistakes and so missed my chance.
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Post by GTCGreg on Feb 20, 2022 15:17:17 GMT
My brain decided to throw a major curve last night. In the dream, I was in a position to meet with and reconcile with *two* ex-girlfriends, only for me to find myself in a situation where I had to cover for someone else's mistakes and so missed my chance. Isn't covering for other's mistakes your real waking world occupation? |
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Post by the light works on Feb 20, 2022 15:43:39 GMT
one thing I've found is that ex girlfriends tend to be ex for a reason, and time doesn't usually change that reason.
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Post by ironhold on Apr 13, 2022 15:39:07 GMT
In the dream: I have a blockage in my sinuses, which I resolve with using my pinkie finger.
In real life: I wake up to use the bathroom and discover a massive blood clot on said finger.
In other words, I did in fact do it in real life because of what I dreamed...
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Post by the light works on Apr 13, 2022 16:08:53 GMT
In the dream: I have a blockage in my sinuses, which I resolve with using my pinkie finger. In real life: I wake up to use the bathroom and discover a massive blood clot on said finger. In other words, I did in fact do it in real life because of what I dreamed... or you were only half asleep and thought it was a dream. |
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Post by ironhold on Apr 13, 2022 20:36:03 GMT
(For those wondering, I have a history of damage to my sinuses, such as when I had to have a nasal tube while hospitalized. This has left my sinuses so raw that they often weep bleed, if not bleed outright, when dried out or my blood pressure is unusually high. Making matters worse is that I live in an area that's bad for pollen and often has range fires. When the weeping blood mixes with the pollen and ashes in the air, it can create blockages in my sinuses.)
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Post by GTCGreg on Apr 13, 2022 20:38:17 GMT
In the dream: I have a blockage in my sinuses, which I resolve with using my pinkie finger. In real life: I wake up to use the bathroom and discover a massive blood clot on said finger. In other words, I did in fact do it in real life because of what I dreamed... Definitely a case of TMI. Too Much Information |
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Post by wvengineer on Apr 13, 2022 23:49:54 GMT
I'm wondering if this isn't my brain telling me that I need to find a way to hit the brakes or something bad is going to happen. Sounds like you really need to learn how to establish and enforce bounderies. psychcentral.com/lib/10-way-to-build-and-preserve-better-boundaries#the-lowdown“In a nutshell, it’s knowing how to separate your feelings or ‘stuff’ from someone else’s,” says U.K.-based psychologist Dr. Tara Quinn-Cirillo. “As human beings we have our own thoughts, memories, and lived experiences, and sometimes that can become very blurred with someone else’s. Boundaries are healthy for helping you identify and keep that space.” |
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Post by ironhold on Jun 5, 2022 10:51:24 GMT
Had a dream the other night in which I was fiddling around with a novelty transistor radio that was shaped like a lawn gnome.
The collapsible antenna was actually built into the little hat.
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