Zompist Bboard Again

I dreamed that I had an argument with a late former teacher of mine about Margaret Thatcher. I was against her, he was for her. I woke up before either of us had time to present his best arguments.

Had a very long, vivid, and personal dream that I don't want to talk about.

I dreamed that a long-lost former Board regular - I don't remember whether it was a real former Board regular or someone my subconsciousness made up - returned to the ZBB after a long absence, instantly started trolling people, and got told off by zompist.

I dreamt I was reading some Star Wars fanfic that was one of the most gripping, emotionally powerful stories I'd ever read. Unfortunately, I remember almost nothing of it now, except:

1) Billie Eilish was Han and Leia's daughter
2) Someone died, I think
3) I woke up with a profound sense of "tf nonsense did I just read?"

Now I've had a dream that was a weird mix of old school memories and old tv shows.

Dreamed I was staying in a hotel room in (fictional) Derry, Maine.

(And that was one nasty nightmare!)

I don't remember much of last night's dreams, but I do remember that during the dreams, I had a song stuck in my head which, for some reason, kept being stuck in my head for a while after I woke up.

I dreamed of a zombie apocalypse, in the midst of which politicians went on with the usual business of holding elections, getting elected, and so on.

A few minutes ago, the radio played Frankie Goes To Hollywood's "The Power of Love", which reminded me of an old dream I had about it in my teenage years, which featured the "original version" by King Crimson - not very different, but with Mellotron and Greg Lake's voice.

I had a weird dream which, in a way, involved watching Almean history developing - but somehow, for some reason, Verduria and Flora were in the southeast of Eastern Erelae, roughly where the Jippirasti states are, instead of where they actually are.

Recently, I had a dream where I had posted on the old board about a year ago and I was just now re-visiting it and I saw my old posts. (The rest of the dream wasn't at all related to this part.)

(I never actually posted on the old board; by the time I even knew it existed, it was long archived.)

(Possibly related to the British Politics Cake.)

I dreamed I went out for drinks with Boris Johnson. Dream-Boris is a nice enough fellow, but he can drink you under the table.

Ares Land wrote: ↑Thu Jan 27, 2022 7:16 am (Possibly related to the British Politics Cake.)

Now I wonder if there's a French word meaning both "cake" and "internet forum thread".

Absolutely not! I must have been hungry
(I meant, of course, the British Politics Thread)

I dreamed I was playing various computer games that don't actually exist in the real world. Then I woke up and got frustrated that I couldn't go back to playing those games.

I had a dream that was vivid enough to remember. I was doing menial work for some guy; it was my last day. He had a huge back room, like a warehouse, where I was keeping my old books and comics. I went to the room that led to this space, ordinarily empty, and there were three cashiers there. I had to convince one of them to open the door and let me in. We wandered around the warehouse, where workers were busy turning it into a restaurant. We found my comics, but they were already starting to remove them.

I woke up still mad at the guy... who doesn't exist; it wasn't someone I knew.

Dreams are weird. I've had ones based on real college or work anxieties, but I don't even have comics in storage, except for two boxes upstairs.

Not any specific dreams but I've been having a lot of dreams about being chased by weird things through maze like buildings. One had eyeball monsters, another had dinosaurs, a few had ways to teleport to different areas. Wonder what this means? Guess I am feeling a bit run-ragged

WarpedWartWars wrote: ↑Mon Jan 24, 2022 12:00 am Recently, I had a dream where I had posted on the old board about a year ago and I was just now re-visiting it and I saw my old posts. (The rest of the dream wasn't at all related to this part.)

(I never actually posted on the old board; by the time I even knew it existed, it was long archived.)

I forgot something here: in the dream, it wasn't "incatena.org", but rather "incatenca.org".

I dreamed I was cycling to school. Why do I still have dreams about my old school nearly 20 years after graduating from it?

I also have such dreams. I am often back in school, but then I have problems I did not really have back then: can't remember the schedule, can't find the rooms, running out of paper for taking notes, etc. I also often dream of being with my parents, and their farm is still in operation, with livestock in the stables etc. (In reality, they closed it 20 years ago.)