Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

Greg woke me up last night around 4AM. I already woke once because I dreamt my alarm went off around 3AM. I hate that dream. With Greg, he rapped on my window because he had been locked out. I woke and realized it was a dream because I’m at my mom’s and my bedroom is on the second story. I woke again around 6.

Psych: I set my alarm as a safety net because I have a telemeeting first thing and I wanted to make my mom’s breakfast beforehand. I don’t sleep well with the alarm sometimes. 

As for Greg, well, I shouldn't DOOM just before I go to sleep.

[Greg]

'Never DOOM' is my motto.

[Drunk Monk]

Had a. Rash dream with Ed and a giant lizard. I’ll try to remember the details and describe it later because I have to prep for a telemeeting next.

[Drunk Monk]

Rash dream? WTH?

Well, crap. It’s been a long day and I totally forgot what I dreamt about. I just remember that I really wanted to post it here because it was funny and surreal.

[Greg]

I'm in my office back in Montecito Heights. I'm trying to print out something for LCF. But I can't seem to find it on my main computer so I'm switching to another computer where I can't find the mail program either. Scapino is there as well. As a matter of fact there is a lot of people in the room but I can't identify the other people. Scapino tries to help by standing over my should and pointing at things I could be doing. I tell him he's not helping. He is very enamored by this old fax machine that has all sorts of different ports to attach it to different machines. He keeps adding and removing things from desk as I switch to the different computers in an attempt to find the email to print. My keyboard ends up in my desk drawer. A candlestick lamp appears in the center of the desk with a broken bulb hanging down the side. I put it on the floor and when I turn back to the desk, tQ has put a black kitten in the center of the desk. Then there are lots of cats running across the desk.

[Drunk Monk]

I'm in a sterile lab - like a set from Space 1999. We are studying this little girl who has this psychic mind power that can make people face their worst nightmares and kill them out of fright. Or maybe she can actually manifest their worst nightmares into physical form. It's an ambiguous part of the dream. She does it to this random guy and a horrific ogre appears and bites him in half. It's terrifying - but I can't describe the ogre in that Lovecraftian way because it came from my subconscious and was more a sense of immense horror than something fully fleshed out in my imagination.  

There's a lab partner that I'm working with to study this girl. She's got powers too and can stop the girl from doing evil by pressing a point between the girl's eyes. But she's becoming frightened of the girl's growing power. The girl is coming into puberty and starting to get that teen angst, and lashing out. We are afraid that she will be impossible to control soon. 

The girl unleashes a tentacled beast of Cthulhu proportions. Again, I can't describe it beyond that it was huge and had a face of tentacles. My lab partner loses it and collapses in fear. I talk the girl down, using my best calming skills, despite being terrified myself. This is a full on nightmare.

Then Yuki barks at something and wakes me up.

Moral of the story - watching The Irregulars and Cannon Busters just before bedtime produces weird dreams.

[Greg]

Sounds like the plot to our short film as well that we shot partly at SJSU.

[Drunk Monk]

Sounds like the plot to our short film as well that we shot partly at SJSU.

Hmmmmm, is that where this came from? Well, my subconscious had better special effects.

[thatguy]

Long time listener, first time caller...

I don’t really have Doom dreams, but I went to be somewhat early last night, ~9:30pm, after a couple of gin cocktails (white ladys to be precise)...I woke up at exactly 4:21am with vague memories of a dream where I was outside, on top of a long building or pier. The yeti was atop a tall ladder, putting up a taller flag pole (which fell over afterwards). I recall he had just told me of some ritual or superstition that bikers performed it said after passing a large body of water (ie: a river, lake or ocean) but I forgot what the ritual was. Also, it was very strong in my mind that while you hear of people across the world eating all manner of animals (snakes, bats, guinea pigs, crickets), you don’t hear of people eating cats. For the rest of the dream, I was carrying a very large cat, as one might carry a large rooster, for a feast. He was a very nice, calm, heavy cat and it struck me very odd that we would be eating him soon. 

—tg
Ps: watch out for those white ladys!

[Drunk Monk]

flagpole = phallic
cats = pussies

Ps: watch out for those white ladys!

TRUTH!

For deeper analysis: 


On a similar note, I had my first mask anxiety dream. I realized I left my mask at home and was forced to use another random mask I found in my pocket. It was a black lacy mask, like a Victoria's Secret model and it was too big. And it smelled funny. 
Analysis: I think that it was related to Yeti's flagpole too.

[Greg]

I was in cool tank battle dream. So cool that I slept all the way to the alarm clock, which is exceedingly rare. One particularly vivid section was watching the turret fly off the exploding tank through my binoculars. The only problem was our tank commander was an idiot and didn't listen our ideas.

[Drunk Monk]

Tanks = phallic

[Greg]

Everything = phallic.

[King Bob]

except holes, concavities, depressions, etc.

[Drunk Monk]

Everything = phallic.

Freud was awesome.