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Post by poetry on Jun 10, 2009 2:40:00 GMT
I once had a Torchwood dream. It was really strange. For some reason I needed to help the Torchwood team with some sort of, well, whatever it is that Torchwood does. Whatever it was, it ended up with me stranded on the roof of a building, unable to get down via stairs or elevator. Jack flew a helicopter in to rescue me. I sat next to Ianto in the back. Then we went to the woods to get Gwen, Tosh, and Owen. Jack almost crashed the helicopter in the process. Then the entire team started having an orgy in the helicopter (yes, that includes Jack, who was flying the helicopter) and I just sort of sat there and awkwardly watched. The sight of it was...not arousing. >>
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Post by Stripes on Jun 10, 2009 23:21:47 GMT
I once had a Torchwood dream. It was really strange. For some reason I needed to help the Torchwood team with some sort of, well, whatever it is that Torchwood does. Whatever it was, it ended up with me stranded on the roof of a building, unable to get down via stairs or elevator. Jack flew a helicopter in to rescue me. I sat next to Ianto in the back. Then we went to the woods to get Gwen, Tosh, and Owen. Jack almost crashed the helicopter in the process. Then the entire team started having an orgy in the helicopter (yes, that includes Jack, who was flying the helicopter) and I just sort of sat there and awkwardly watched. The sight of it was...not arousing. >> BEST WTF DREAM EVER. EVER. I laughed out load.... ok i was more of huffing because i didn't want my mother to hear.
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Post by poetry on Jun 11, 2009 3:12:45 GMT
I actually wrote this dream down in greater detail in the morning, right after I woke up. I'll see if I can find the notebook I wrote it in.
EDIT: I had a dream last night that I was trying to write a fic, and I came up with an idea that seemed totally brilliant to my dream self, but now seems ridiculous. My fic idea involved Nine encountering the Valeyard in llama form and playing poker with him, with the poker as a metaphor for the vicissitudes of fate. Might have been a good idea without the llama part.
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Post by Aldebaran on Jun 20, 2009 0:12:19 GMT
My dreams are more like nonsensical screenplays, because they all have dialog, and I can usually remember all of it when I wake up and write it all down.
I don't know what for. For when I'm a superstar filmmaker, I guess. *shrugs*
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Post by Aldebaran on Jun 20, 2009 0:14:25 GMT
I once had a Torchwood dream. It was really strange. For some reason I needed to help the Torchwood team with some sort of, well, whatever it is that Torchwood does. Whatever it was, it ended up with me stranded on the roof of a building, unable to get down via stairs or elevator. Jack flew a helicopter in to rescue me. I sat next to Ianto in the back. Then we went to the woods to get Gwen, Tosh, and Owen. Jack almost crashed the helicopter in the process. Then the entire team started having an orgy in the helicopter (yes, that includes Jack, who was flying the helicopter) and I just sort of sat there and awkwardly watched. The sight of it was...not arousing. >> Yeah... that was a little WTF. Just a little. *cough*
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Post by clocketpatch on Jul 21, 2009 4:15:38 GMT
So, I just remembered this one, I had it just last night and it is rather WTF, well, not really, the alarm clock went off before it could get good:
so, i was wandering about, and I saw that "WARNING! Dangerous Undercurrents" sing from Fenric. I though that was odd, so I kept walking, and I came across a "Welcome to Perival" sign.
My immediate thoughts were "well, that's odd, I always thought Perival was a suburb of London, not of Ottawa. To think, all while I was growing up Ace was just a few blocks away."
And then I realised that I was Ace.
And then I turned into a cat.
And was about to have a sword fight.
But then the alarm clock went off. Damn.
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Post by poetry on Jul 21, 2009 14:49:14 GMT
Aw, man! Too bad you woke up! Ace could totally win a sword fight in cat form.
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Post by jjpor on Jul 21, 2009 19:01:26 GMT
What?? What??? WHAT? "Damn" is really not a strong enough word, Clocket - but I guess this is a family forum. Now I will never know if Ace/Clocket won the swordfight, or indeed who the swordfight was against. And that is just wrong.
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Post by poetry on Aug 6, 2009 19:13:39 GMT
Well, I had a dream last night that I did ecstasy with Captain Jack. (Yes, that's exactly what the world needs. Jack on drugs.) Anyway, we stayed awake for 22 hours and ran around like hyper 2 year olds. I'm pretty sure we had a pillow fight.
All this despite the fact that I've never done ecstasy, nor have I witnessed anyone on it.
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Post by merrythemad on Sept 12, 2009 14:08:51 GMT
I had a dream last night that DbA actually met in my basement for DWlive on Saturdays (JJ even flew in from the pub with the HABIT!) but we were all trying to explain why we still chatted in the cbox when we were all together, and at some point I named ten as my second favourite doctor, and Clocket went on about Nine and how great he was, while prim sat staunchly in three's corner. At some point Abby and I even spun about riding shop vacs pretending to be dizzy daleks. it was madness, I'm sorry this is allI could remember
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lostspook
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Post by lostspook on Sept 12, 2009 16:29:33 GMT
Given the possibility that we all actually got together, it doesn't sound that unlikely, really.
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Post by merrythemad on Sept 12, 2009 18:17:01 GMT
well, if my dream is any indication it would be an absolute ball!
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Post by clocketpatch on Sept 12, 2009 19:25:40 GMT
last night I dreamed that I was in a crazy Jules Verne steam punk -eske theme park that I found at the back of a card board tunnel in a charity shop (I had to climb over many one-eyed teddy bears to get there)
Also, I ate a monkey sandwich and met a man who was WAAAAYyyyy too into whole milk.
But it wasn't as awesome as your dream Merry. Man oh man, I want the DbyA convention to happen one day. One day...
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Post by merrythemad on Sept 13, 2009 16:36:15 GMT
we sooooooo should....
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Post by teeceeoh on Sept 13, 2009 19:52:26 GMT
Hmm. You lot make my dreams seem absolutely pedestrian in comparison. Or perhaps I have some that would scar me for life if I remembered them in the morning. Who knows?
All I really remember is that a lot of my dreams seem to be set in a location that looks familiar but isn't. I don't suppose that makes much sense.
Though a recent one involved a bunch of baddies from Batman inside what vaguely resembled my flat, a safe whose lock resembled a roulette wheel, and a water pistol that explodes if you pull the trigger too much after it's empty.
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Post by evelyn on Oct 19, 2009 19:41:58 GMT
Wow. I love reading other people's trippy dreams. One of my teachers was sick today, so I took the opportunity to slip in a two-hour nap before my next class.
I dreamt that I was in Washington DC around 1892, and I was working with my best friend (who for whatever reason appeared as Sherlock Holmes in my dream although she really looks nothing like him) to solve a murder in a paper factory.
We were joined by Two, Jamie, and Zoe (who was the real Sherlock Holmes in disguise as Zoe) who instructed us to leave the factory before we were arrested by the droid-men (who just looked like normal dudes in white suits, but with toilet-paper-tubes glued to their heads).
Anyways, it was all very scary and involved climbing over large pieces of equipment and giant boxes of shredded paper to get back out of the giant warehouse-factory place. Then my friend went on a vacation to the Bahamas (or at least that seemed the obvious conclusion to my dream self as I saw her disappear into a greasy manhole cover).
Shortly thereafter, I encountered Four, Leela, Turlough, and Dalek-cloned-One (from "The Chase"), who somehow had become one of Four's companions. I don't really remember what I did with them. Tagged along mostly while we ran lots of places and Four talked about unrelated topics as though they had perfectly logical connections. Somehow I got sucked into a computer and found myself in Myst III's "Voltaic" age, with lots of rusty pipes and tunnels and steam power, etc.
Claxons started wailing and I panicked and ran, trying to get to the pump controls up by the dam. But the ladder to the next level had been ripped off of the wall and the killer was still at large in DC and I was going to be taken in for the murder of a US marine (even though I didn't do it!) There was no time! Lights started flashing.
I woke up thinking that I had to reroute steam from the main pipe to keep UNIT HQ from exploding.
My phone alarm had been in sleeper mode for the past 15 minutes. My subconscious turned that into a bad-things-are-happening end to my dream.
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Post by clocketpatch on Oct 19, 2009 23:45:59 GMT
I had a WTF dream a few nights back. I won't get into details, but it involved an exploding pay-toilet. And by exploding, I mean it THREW ME ACROSS A ROOM
... because I'd been trying to use it without paying. Since it would only take quarters and I just had dimes.
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Post by jjpor on Oct 20, 2009 21:03:26 GMT
Hmm - seems like a sensible design feature... ;D
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Post by IMForeman on Oct 24, 2009 4:11:15 GMT
I had a dream the other day where Clocket and I were at the pet shop. Although, she wasn't always Clocket, sometimes she was this other person that I know. Anyway, she was really obsessed with Australia, and she got - I think it was originally a kitten, but somehow it became a kangaroo when we put it in the truck of her car. Because they're Australian.
During the car ride I became aware that I was dreaming, and I was thinking about posting this here, and hoping actual Clocket wouldn't think it was weird and awkward that she was in my dream. Then I started thinking about having other dreams of DByAers that would be amusing to share on here. Like something about Newton, or this one where JJ turned out to actually be Nathan Fillion. Yes, my dream self was speculating about possible dreams to have. I don't even know.
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Post by clocketpatch on Oct 28, 2009 16:51:51 GMT
I had a dream last night that my room mate had a plastic robot bulldog. Alas, but I don't think it's name was K-9. It might have been Fred... I was just amazed at how geometric it was. Also *is chuffed and amused that I got a starring role in someone's dream* I know nothing about Australia however, other than: Sydney Oprah House, Outback, Big Coral Reef, Kangaroo, BBQ, Wildfires, Lots of snakes, Crocodile man, and don't they have an underground city somewhere?
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