"This is no dream, this is really happening!"
- Mia Farrow

Dreamt about trying to unclog a toilet.......... not the most exciting dream I've had.

Maybe we need to go all Inception on you.

That's a pretty shitty dream...

For a long time during my teenage years I had this dream I had to build something enormous. I was building it at superhuman speed, but the thing I was building was never even close to completion. The feeling of dread I felt when I realized I could never build the thing was overwhelming. Even when I woke up, the feeling still lingered for a bit. Thankfully the last time I had this dream was years ago.

I won't lie, when I first saw the title, I automatically thought fortune_p_dawg started the thread.

Kind of a vivid dream this morning, due to being tired and overworked last light. Kind of discombobulated btw so might be a difficult read.

I was in some kind of house. I think the room's layout resembles Beth DuClare's bedroom in Deus Ex. Was lollygagging and postponing driving to my college class apparently and my mom was telling me to go (I'm not in school anymore).

Then it turned into this scenario where high intelligence aliens were invading earth. The walls and floor of the house was fading revealing clouds and I was in the sky with somebody, and we had to put a suit on and get into a V-shaped futuristic jet in order to shoot down the alien ship. Except I couldn't put the suit on in time because it was in many pieces. It was too late and there alien robot drones in the house. It had four large red eye sensors in each directions. I went and hid in the bedroom and had a submachine gun similar to the one in HL2. It couldn't damage the drones, but somehow I figured out they had a weakness point....... they're not waterproof!

Then we're on land again apparently and the alien creatures were in the house with someone tied up. They're doppelganger apparently and can take form of other people that you know and acts the same. Except you can tell if they're real or not by knowing something intimate about the real person. So the alien took form of this old lady, except I knew she had wrist injury and this alien didn't, so I shot it with my HL2's SMG.

The next part of the dream I was outdoor a middle class neighborhood in the middle of winter. Some of my outdoor stuff was stolen and I found out it was the Russian neighbor's kids (don't ask why) and I confronted them. Then I did my usual fly-walking in the air around the neighborhood (which usually means in real life I'm kicking my feet because it's cold outside, was 55*F / 13*C this morning, this is considered cold in Florida btw). Went up inside a big tree and saw a turkey bird on a branch and it had a Samsung Galaxy Gear S (smart watch, which I don't own and had to Google for the name).

The cool thing was you can play Double Dragon in the smartwatch (I don't know why because I don't even like Double Dragon that much). The game level was in some underground warehouse. The cool thing was it's a three players game. I was the red guy, I was doing the special move "Tatsumaki" which has flames coming out his foot as well. Of course, the move drains my health, but I could do it nonstop when my health is low.

That's all I could remember.

I felt like I had to share this before I forget it all. This had to be the longest dream I've ever had. Dream remembered may not be clear.

I dreamed I was holding a black leather book with scrawled handwriting I couldn't read. Someone went by me, I didn't see who I was fascinated by the book, and said, "You got a public speaking class!" So I went somewhere. [I haven't went to college in over 15 years.]

I was sitting down and there were 3 teachers. One started speaking shortly and another would start where the previous left off. They started circling around me still speaking. (What the heck?) I tried to interrupt and I got handed offside a note saying "Be quiet! This is a dream." or something similar. I got bored and noticed a hot looking girl beside me. I indicated I was interested in her, flirted a bit with her, and she demurred but she was obviously interested.

Somehow I ended up in the woods somewhere. There was a river nearby for a swimming race. I had swimming trunks on. But I wasn't interested. I was pretty bummed at not seeing more of that pretty girl earlier. I met a swimmer with a black hair mullet and a very short goatee. I know him. He's a friend of mine. (Never saw him in my life.) Then I ended up on another river course. That one was muddy and flooded. Still not interested. (Don't ask my why!) Then I ended up on a dark cloudy beach of some sort. There were swimmers sitting down and some melancholy swimmers had skulls right at their feet. (Looks like some races are damn tough, drowning their friends) I didn't see my mullet friend. Then I saw him right beside me. His mullet were even longer and had yellow at the end of it. I guess he apparently won the swimming tournament or something.

[I had to look up the logos online to make sure; I haven't gave a damn about baseball in 20 years.] I ended up in an empty baseball stadium nearby dugout. My mullet friend was there, wearing sunglasses, in an Atlanta Braves uniform very light blue. (Woo! My favorite team!) Another player shows up walking up to us, wearing a Cleveland Indian uniform. I didn't want to be interrupted. I told the Cleveland Indian to get the hell out of here. He crestfallen walked away. Mr. Mullet was excited to be playing for the Braves. He mumbled something about this and that.

Then suddenly vine thorn branches came out of the ground and curled themselves around Mr. Mullet's wrists. Mr. Mullet lost this temper, sunglasses fell off, swore and accused me of doing this. He seemed unable to break off those branches. I calmly told him I didn't do a damn thing. Calm down. (Pussy.) Suddenly in a fit of rage, He in one motion, broke off the branches and started to choke me with his hands.

I ended up in an empty wrestling stadium outside the ring with Jim Cornette with his signature racket. He started talking about championship belts. Titles, materials, colors, styles, Different metals for titles. (Wow!) You name it, I was fascinated. He showed different belts. I asked questions, he answered them. He showed a bald headed wrestler walking in with light gray tights wearing a dark gray belt with bright silver metal. I agreed that they matched pretty nicely. Jim Cornette took the gray silver belt off the wrestler and proceeded to slap me in the face with it. I was confused all to hell. I asked why. Jim screeched, "It isn't real! It isn't real!" I managed to get the belt out of his hands. In my hands, it looks a kid's toy plastic championship belt with foam rubber.

I turned up in some theater with wooden bleachers. There were 3 fiddlers? wearing some wooden costume/armor pieces. One looked like a rook chess piece. Another a knight chess piece, no idea on the last one. They took them off. They looked like the Three Amigos without the hats. They started fiddling up some mean bluegrass. [Can you even do bluegrass with fiddles???] The middle fiddler started slowly shrinking down to the head with feet then disappeared. When the fiddlers finished, the audience cheered and clapped its approval, myself included.