A dream of utter shit-fuck-ness

[IVhorseman]

...and some weird blue stormtroopers...

Were they these, just out of curiosity?

Also, maybe the other thing was the UCS imperial shuttle?

Oh woah what the FUCK yes it was exactly that. I've never seen this minifig before but the set came with two of them and they definitely looked EXACTLY like that. That is goddamn bizzare.

[Keldoclock]

You just didn't recognize em in the dream, just like faces.

Your mind is lazy and uses the visuals of stuff you have already seen.

[IVhorseman]

But I haven't seen these before at all!

[Insert_blank]

You guys have awesome dreams! I've never been able to be lucid in my dreams (even after about 2-3 years on and off listening to tapes, reading books, etc).

I also had a cool dream where Target or Walmart were selling all these amazing exclusive SW legos for ridiculously cheap. I had so many boxes in my hand I the total was only going to be like $30. I was so happy and the I woke up.


The OPs dream is amazing. Maybe it's time I got back into Minecraft...

[Ross_Varn]

Somehow - I had scored the same as Ross - surviving 21 "Nights" but killing No Endermen with a comment that "Perhaps You Should Be A Little More Blood Thirsty Next Time"

Still reading the rest of the thread but holy shit. *scratches head* Yeah, that sounds like me. I would probably aggregate most of the supplies in the tallest part of the villa and end up running at the end. God.

If I have this dream tonight, you fucker-

Right, we were talking about dreams, though? I don't have many nightmares, and I don't remember many dreams, I'm usually busy sleeping. When I do have dreams, though, they tend to be a gigantic massive masterpiece of ridiculous, interconnected dreamweb worlds, constructed much like my mind when I'm writing. Funny thing, that. I believe the most recent one took place aboard a gigantic, failing space ark, headed for the environs of some distant star, and totally infested with zombies, with a very, very old AI being activated to assist the survivors. I was no hero, though- couldn't activate the machine myself, I don't even think I made it to the escape pods, I think I fought in the "last stand" and all that after an impressive bit of parkor style running that I know I'd never be able to pull off for real.

Wait, found my notes... Huh. I've still got the floor-plan of the Ark laid out in my head, I'll have to sketch it up. But we were armed. The Ark was laid out in thirteen "rails", each containing a different segment of human industry, very "Hunger Games" district style. I found myself in what must have been the technological development center, in a hall with a dozen or so people I almost recognized, taking a mathematics test. At the end of it, the AI activated, which was apparently one of the first in my head. I wanted to talk to it, but the guy in charge of the facility sent me out, because I didn't score high enough. I walked out.

And then we were running. Must have been some time later, I recognized friends and family around me, wielding strange weaponry. We were being chased by zombies. Fast ones. Smart. Maybe not even zombies by the very definition of the trope, but that's the tag my fevered mind assigned them. We were kitted out with an assortment of gear. I knew the rest of the Ark was not convinced of our peril, that the zombies were on their way to the next levels, that the AI could not allow our ship to leave it's berth, but was doing it's best to contain the threat, having armed us. We stood at the edge of space and fought off a thousand enemies in a darting shadow-battle, and I was not the last standing. My only thought as I fell was that this had to convince the rest of the crew to get out now, before all hope was lost. And then I woke up, of course- actually, no. Apparently my head can't keep away from giving me a happy ending anyway. The last shot was panning the sheer blackness of space, trailing up the side of the Ark, as the remaining rails launched their three-pronged cruisers from the grip of the main assembly, trailing fire into the void as they fled our defeat. Like I said. And there were a thousand things I don't remember, I know that, it's just that I remember forgetting them when my eyes blearily opened.

I'm researching lucid dreaming, though, so I'm ready next time. You never know when your dreams decide the fate of a world, right? It's just a matter of if the dream-state will let me aim straight, then.

[spartan117]

I had a dream where I was a spartan....oh wait its real!!

but really I had this dream where I was fighting some kind of wher-dog, I don't remember much but I remember the fight going into the street.
the first wolf thing to jump on me bit my arm so I grabbed its top and bottom jaw and pulled untill they broke and while it was stunned by the pain I broke its neck
I think I might have ripped a leg off one and caved in an others skull but its to distant for me to recall.

and I always have these crappy dreams that I think really happened, like in the dream I get $50 and I wake up thinking "oh hey! I got fifty extra bucks for legos!" but then I check my wallet and theres just a dollar looking back at me. sucks right?

and lots of my dreams are REALLY bloody, usually with me in the middle fighting large numbers of zombies or something of the like.

[Silverdream]

I remember having a minecraft dream a while ago, it was unlike Shadow's dream. It was a silverdream.

I was being chased by spiders and zombies, no endermen(that I remember). I outran them only to fall in to a small pit. However, it was a pyrrhic victory, as the spiders and zombies couldn't fit and I couldn't get out(I survived by beating up the creatures above me and pulling off their legs for sustainance).

[Keldoclock]

Today I had a very strange dream, the details of which I shall not relate.
It started out incredibly depressing, with me back in some alley in Ukraine during a gang war. Some things happened, then things were awesome, I realized that it was a dream, felt really, really disappointed, and woke up.

EDIT: Never had a Minecraft dream, had a WoW dream once. It was odd, I had no body but there was no UI either. Just controlled the character with my head for a while. Ran around Ashenvale, found a chest (back when WoW still had world-chests), opened it, found an epic, woke up at 4am, got out of bed, logged in, didn't find the item, filed a GM ticket before realizing what a derp I was.

[The Shadowscythe]

Jesus H.Tittyfucking christ Briksaber - will you just piss off already and take your fucktarded wankstainery with you?

[IVhorseman]

Fuck you, Ponda Babba rules

[OneEye589]

I have a Ponda Baba action figure. He is awesome.

[Zupponn]

I must agree with IVhorseman and OneEye here.

[Ross_Varn]

Are you dissing Ponda? Do you want me to come over there?

[501stCadians]

I had a few hour nap after reading this thread for the first time today.

I had the dream.. but different.

Instead of a Villa.. it was like a large industrial building. As i walked along dimly lit hallways, there were locked and boarded up side corridors.

Each corridor was labeled- IVHorseman, Ross_Varn, ect. But as i crept along, i found one that was not boarded up, and it was light up. The label was "ShadowSycthe".
I peered through the door, and saw a sweeping, snow mountain vista. At the center was Sycthe's villa. I could see the Ent building was lit up, and the ring of endermen around it.
I stepped back, and heard footsteps coming towards me from the suddenly pitch black hallway. Two pairs of bright blue eyes stared at me.

I started running, and heard the owner of one pair of eyes say "Subject is on the move. Amputate and subjugate."
I kept running, and burst through a pair of double doors into a brightly lit room. There were monitors everywhere i looked, each one labeled from somebody i knew personally or online. Each one watching a person.
Suddenly i was grabbed from behind, and Blue Eyes had me- only it was not eyes, but lenses. I was being grabbed by a HL2 metrocop. I was suddenly hit in the head and "knocked" out.
I then "woke" in a room, tied to a chair. Blue Eyes stood there, a iPad like object in his hand. He gave it a few swipes, turned to his fellow, and said:
"Subjects 27-2008 and 15-2008 are becoming too aware. Initiate containment routines."
Then Blue Eyes and his friend grabbed me by the arms, and began to drag me down a corridor. I turned my head, and could see prison cells where various renowned people from Brikwars were hanging, or empty shackles with nameplates above them.
I reached the end of the hall, and was thrown on a table. Blue Eyes then turned, and held a small object in his hand. The object was a little metal spider- like the one from the Matrix. It flew into my mouth, and it faded to black. I once again "woke" in a room with a scoreboard.
It stated: 501stCADIANS 1500 POINTS DID NOT FIND THE SECRET

Then i suddenly woke up, in a cold sweat. My father came in, Asprin in hand, because he thought i had become ill. When i told him it was just a bad dream, he looked at me and said "Musta been one hell of a bad dream."


Tl;DR version:
Shadowsycthe's dream possessed me.
"

[Ross_Varn]

...um. The fuck? The Brikwars community is starting to have weird dreams involving each other?... GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW