#mobbdreams

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Had a dream I went to go see a publicity stunt movie, which was about… I want to say, like, animal farm or something— some grim thing, involving animals— except the movie was about forcing a real life pig, strapped to a movie theatre chair, to watch. Except the big twist at the end was the camera panning around to reveal… it was a fake pig all along. Unsure what the goal was.

I knew the twist going in, but I am as much unable to stop where my dreams are going as I am able to redirect a river with my bare hands, so into the theatre I went. The specific promotional stunt my dream theatre was doing was that the fake pig? In the theatre with you. Whooaaaaa. I got a seat pretty close to the animals— and the choice to switch from ‘pig’ to ‘animal’ is intentional, here, because I don’t remember what they were but they sure as hell wasn’t pigs

There was a baby… whatever it was, on the ground in front of the screen, and it’s mother was the one strapped to a chair. I remember spending most of the film staring at the mother & thinking ‘damn… that fake animal sure as hell looks real. I can see it blinking. Wow. Hang on,’ bc the fake animal was supposed to have button eyes

Now, I’m pretty sure in real life I would in fact be able to tell that it was a real animal like wayyyy faster, but again, dreams, rivers.

Anyway me forcing the realization that the animals were real made the dream start falling apart. Got lost in some long ass dark hallways. A theatre employee accosted me. Wound up back in the theatre & chose to free the baby. Was looking for a key to free the mother when I got trapped in the lobby which was also a veterinary office and my mother was there and trying to get me to run a class on animal welfare.

I don’t know why I’m turning this into a tumblr post. It was visceral though. I can still see the mother’s eye.

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Sometimes a dream hands you a super interesting magic system. Don’t know why I started that sentence with the word sometimes.

They were called clacks. Came in different colours, but were all the same size. Rectangular, about the length of my hand from palm to fingertip but narrow enough I could hold multiple at a time.

There was a very specific art to arranging them to get them to do anything, from which colours you picked, to how many layers you built, to how you placed them. They were really finicky.

In my dream I was nobility, my father the king had married a cruel woman and she wanted me put to death so that she could inherit the throne. I didn’t blame her for this, but when she tried to take my clacks I got pissed as hell.

I built a spell that was both anti-scrying and that would make me invisible— about seven dark green clacks in the middle, and then six ivory clacks on either side. Two layers.

Another thing about spell casting through clacks was that there was no way to tell if the spell worked. For some spells it was more obvious, sure, but I didn’t realize that I fucked mine up until I got caught. Placed the invisibility clacks wrong.

I remember there was also degrees of power in clacks, depending on how well made they were. It was a point that whenever I was allowed to ask for a gift, I would ask for more clacks, because as royalty my every other need was provided for and the kind of clacks I was using cost a small fortune. I remember thinking trying to get every kind of clack at once would surely bankrupt the castle.

So it was kind of a big deal when I destroyed one.

I don’t remember how I did it, either. One moment I was being lectured for attempting to make off with my own clacks, the next I was holding a clack that was ghost white and transparent. It felt, texturally, like a bar of soap that had been left to soak. It felt like I was holding a star.

I woke up before I could discover the repercussions of breaking a clack, but boy am I glad the magic system decided to stay with me. What the hell.

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I had a dream about a little old lady who was death. She didn’t seem like it, she interacted with the living world just fine, but she could see the souls of the deceased.

A dead person didn’t look like a dead person. They were just two glowing, white rings, that would follow you around. Watching. Eyes. As if the iris was all that was left.

Usually she’d just send them on their way, swiping through invisible, incorporeal bodies with a cane, but there were a couple that weren’t ready to go yet. Before the dream has started she had already picked up a lazy man who wasn’t willing to move on until he found his family… once she let them stay, they’d slowly become visible again. Their iris’s would stay the same flat white, but you could almost pretend they weren’t dead.

Sometimes they kept the wound that killed them, sometimes they didn’t. The man bled a lot, I remember, but I never saw his injury. Together he and the old lady found a little girl who wasn’t willing to move on, maybe three. Cozy in a big puffy jacket and winter boots. She didn’t believe she was dead.

The lady and the lazy man decided to investigate what killed her together— sometimes the old lady would find serial killers, or things like safety violations, stuff that would take lives before their time, and she would handle it. The lazy man had been helping her do that, even if he complained about it a lot. For the little girl, he didn’t complain at all.

They didn’t remember each other, but they knew each other. She was one of the people he was waiting for. He was supposed to be waiting a lot longer. She had been looking for him, childishly determined that she’d find him and bring him home.

I guess in a way she did.

I didn’t get to see them resolve the case.

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Weird dream. I was myself, visiting the library of my childhood. I wanted to ask them if they still had the comics I liked to read, but the main entrance wasn’t working.

I wound up using a tiny spiral staircase that took me up to the second floor, which meant I had to work my way down to reception instead of starting there. As I did, I realized that a lot had changed— namely, there was suddenly So Much Pokemon Stuff. I stopped for a bit next to one shelf that had 100% guides for every Pokémon game and a bunch of Pokémon plushies. It was explained to me that one librarian in particular was very passionate about completing Pokémon games, and believed everyone should do it.

I finally got to reception, and it was pretty busy— run by three tiny old ladies, who seemed somewhat out of their depths using computers. One looked up at me, smiled, and said “I’m sorry dear, we can’t help you right now, the computer network is too busy.” I nodded, took about three steps away, and then did a swift about face and came back. I explained my purpose— asking if they still had those comics, and ended up watching her extremely slowly peck away at a keyboard in an effort to find out for me. Her name was Shea. She insisted on starting every search by typing ‘Shea wants to know’ into Google. Google, of course, did not know if this one library had these specific comics.

Eventually I suggested she show me to where’s the comics were kept, and I’d look myself. She agreed.

I don’t know where I am. Everything is cold and foggy. I’m cold. Why am I cold. Something above me hisses “there’s intruders,” and I watch as a long, serpentine beast whips away into the fog. Also, I’m not me anymore. I’m Leo RiseOfTheTeenageMutantNinjaTurtles.

I’m also not alone. Casey— specifically future Casey, is sitting in front of me, face filled with concern, reaching out. “I’m so cold,” I tell him, as I take his hand. “I’m so cold.”

Touching him, I become a little more aware. The fog begins to recede. He’s speaking urgently on the phone with someone— “do the gesture,” they urge, “try doing the gesture.”

He traces his fingers over mine, and I recognize it as something my family came up with after the prison dimension, to help me tell what’s real. The fog is gone. I’m not cold. Casey isn’t on the phone, but my brothers are here— I just couldn’t see them before.

I look at Mikey, first. There are several Mikeys. Everyone is acting like this is normal. The other Mikeys aren’t reacting like they can be seen. I look at Raph, same thing, except all the other Raphs are shorter. I look at Donnie. There is a vague haze of purple behind him that suggests more Donnie’s but I cannot look at them, I cannot look away from Donnie’s face, because he’s suddenly so anime. Like, he’s turned into one of those gags where someone’s face is drawn overly glittery and handsome. This fills me with a primal dread and terror so strong I wake up instantly

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uuugh weird dream again.

It had two halves, first half was my parents picking me up from somewhere and taking me out on an extended car ride literally just to berate me for something? We ended up screaming at each other until my actual real life mother woke me up to ask me if I had heard any weird noises. I said no and went back to sleep

Second half was I was stuck in an unfamiliar classroom and forced to play dnd with like 20+ people that I did not know. What I did know was that the school was haunted and the ghost was violent.

I do remember my dnd character though, brief aside about him. His name was Wrathful Trevor and he was a monkey with three hands, who was supposed to be arrested for using his third hand to cheat while gambling. He was on the run and pissed about it.

There was a laptop at the front of the classroom with a character creator on it, so I started trying to make Wrathful Trevor. The ghost started out small, weak maybe, and kept deleting my progress. That got me angry enough to give up on dnd and I ended up wandering around this weird dream school with one of my friends. We ended up finding a phone that was essentially a direct line to the ghost, hissing with static and generally with just the worst vibes coming off it. We kept it with us and kept joking it was a way to connect to our alien overlords(?)

We ended up finding a kitchen, which had a broken light. It also had a platter of chicken? We had some. It was good. The phone hissed and spat some more static so we started joking about the aliens being like ‘whoah they EAT??’ and then this part is dumb but I turned around to leave the kitchen and the platter of chicken was hovering at about eye level and just past it I could see this misshapen human form, just for a second, and I started and fell backwards and hit my head on the kitchen cabinets and that platter of chicken scared me so bad

Thinking about that moment now, awake and aware of the dream, still scares me.

We left the kitchen. Went back to the dnd group, of 20+ people, maybe three were left. The ghost had been hunting them. We ended up sitting around a table and I got so mad and upset I ended up picking up the phone and just cursing into it and the last thing I said, mouth mashed into the speaker, was ‘dumb ass’, and then I woke up

Anyway as ever getting it down in text has made me feel better back to sleep I go

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Had a dream I was watching a medical drama that covered really bizarre and obscure cases. I watched multiple episodes but the one I remember the best was this little girl, Holly.

She was at her elementary school, and she had tripped at the exact same time the school cat was lunging forwards to eat a bug— the cat wound up biting her fairly deeply in the skin around her eye.

She wound up infected with mange, and this progressed until the little human girl had been fully morphed into a big fluffy cat. While looking for a cure, it turned out that this was a case with a precedent. And that Holly could never be human ever again.

See, a human consciousness could be flayed down to fit in a cats mind— Holly knew how to eat, to sleep, to live, and in fact still recognized a number of people, but a cat consciousness could not be expanded into a human one. The previous case would up catatonic, and eventually died from shock. Holly was, essentially, dead. This then lead into difficult questions, such as medical care, who would keep her (the parents didn’t want her) and, well… spaying.

The episode was titled Schrödingers Cat.

AND THEN in a THIRD ACT TWIST just as things were beginning to resolve and people were finding peace with cat Holly the SCHOOL DOGS decided to SUE HER. THEY TOOK HER TO COURT. FOR EMOTIONAL DAMAGES.

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Had dream about wandering an abandoned countryside with a handful of people. There was a horse wizard? I am unsure actually how much of a Wizard the horse actually was but I do recall extremely clearly that it kept threatening to turn me inside out and upside down

Eventually my group came across an abandoned high school, which everyone except me used to attend. Went inside to wander around— one lady stayed outside to essentially ‘guy in the chair’ it but everyone else went in

Was kinda boring. The lights worked erratically and aside from people’s personal memories there wasn’t much to see… except there weren’t any classrooms like at all which I found weird until we came across the stairs

We could go upstairs to the kitchens, or downstairs to the classrooms. By unanimous vote we decided to go down bc those kitchens were for sure nasty and moldy by now and downstairs was fine.

Three steps into downstairs we found a member of our group, stiff, face a rictus of agony, mouth spilling foam. Guy in the chair lady figured it was a specific kind of snake, told us to protect our wrists bc that was the only point the snake would bite. Thus emboldened we wandered on.

Darker downstairs. Found an exit, eventually, unlocked. Got spooked by another member of our group who had split off earlier— she was quite aggressive and unfriendly, and told us we were being way too loud. Continue wandering. Find another downed guy except this one is bubbling and thrashing still.

I crouch by him. His eyes are screwed shut, mouth gaping open. The scent of something sour fills my nose. His eyes pop open and he starts screaming— “get me out get me out!”

“Can you tell me what happened to you? No one else will speak.”

He doesn’t speak. He just looks at me, and in his eyes I find my answer. There’s something that’s been living down here. It’s been attacking our group. It isn’t poison, or venom, or a snakebite to the wrist that’s been doing this to people. It’s fear. Once we’re all down, it’s going to feed.

I carry the guy outside. Those still able to walk are out here, clustered around guy in the chair lady, and I give over frightened guy. He’s no more coherent for being outside.

I realize rude lady is still wandering around inside. If we leave, we’re leaving her for good as dead. If we go back in, we’re risking the same catatonic terror as foam guy, who has begun to scream. I go back in. Rude lady is close to the exit. She’s facing away from me, standing still.

“Be very, very quiet,” she says. I fumble for my phone, pull it out, turn on the flashlight. Even at it’s brightest it barely touches the dark. Rude lady backs up to the door. My light catches a glint of something in the dark— an eye, a claw, a tooth, the slick sheen of blood— maybe one of these things, maybe something else more terrible still, and I realize I’m not getting out of this.

So naturally I instantly got out of it by waking up. Still tryna figure out what happened to the horse wizard

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I wanted to have a sleepy lie in today but instead I got a horrible dream about an elephant chasing me so I guess I’m awake now

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I feel like I’ve been making a lot of posts lately but sometimes you just gotta share yk

Just had a nap and wound up having a dream that there was a known phenomena called ‘mime fingers’ wherein mimes just. had unnaturally long fingers. And I was tryna write a thriller/horror script where the characters and audience slowly realize that one of the characters is a mime cause his fingers are so damn long

I’m not

I’m not sure what was supposed to be scary.

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Ugh. Unpleasant dream again. I was watching a YouTuber play one of those cosmetic makeover games. It was set in kind of a grungy street, people and cars passing in the background. Someone would walk in and sit down at your little roadside table, and you would remake them.

Except the only customer was this little boy. Who wouldn’t tell you anything about what he wanted. So your goal was to alter his appearance as much as possible before he died from the shock and trauma of having extensive bloody plastic surgery done to him in the middle of the street.

The more makeovers you did, the more lore you unlocked. The little boy was brought there by his step-mother, who wanted him to be unrecognizable so she could get rid of him. He had a father who loved him, and a twin.

Sometimes the little boy would try and run. But he was too small to get very far, ever. The look that eventually got successfully completed was called ‘the Wonder’. All of his skin was dyed blue, one eye and his nose were removed, and his remaining eye has the eyelids cut out. He thought his dad would still recognize his voice.

Once you finish your makeover, there are three endings. The ending I got, the makeup artist got the little boy to ride his pedal bike with him, and took him to a radio tower. As he went, he explained that this was his favourite one to do, but he had to shuffle it around a lot to not get caught. As they got closer, we find out why no one is ever recognized by their family.

They’re all hanging from the tower. All different people. All dead. And they aren’t hanging from their necks— they’re hanging from their wrists. This is not a quick death. The makeup artist takes the little boy up the tower, and hangs him among the corpses. Explains that he was worried the little boy wouldn’t be heavy enough for the rope to split his wrists, make him bleed out like everyone else has, so he filled the little boys mouth with teeth.

That route ended with the little boy sobbing and begging to be let down as the makeup artist watched neutrally from a distance.

The youtuber that I was still watching at this point said ‘eurgh. I don’t really wanna play any more of this, but I’ll put on a compilation of all the endings.’ I didn’t particularly want to watch this, but couldn’t look away. A lot of the endings involved getting the little boy to be murdered by the parts of his family that loved him. More still involved dismemberment and gore.

Finally, one ending where he survives and escapes. His looks have been altered, but not as severely as the wonder. The makeup artist was just beginning. The dream then transitioned to adulthood, the little boy now a fully grown man, when he and his twin (who never leaves him alone, now,) spot the makeup artist. He’s a drunken old man, huddled over and spitting up bile into a trashcan. They throw cherries at him until he notices— and he remembers, the one who got away. He starts chasing them.

Of course, they’re way faster, and a lot of time has been spent memorizing hiding spots and escape routes around the city. They get away handily, ending up on either side of a sludgy, gross river that the makeup artist is too vain to go through. They talk. it’s surprisingly casual and well natured. Both sides know they would kill the other, given the chance.

I don’t know how it went from there, because my dream made me start looping the running away sequence, and every time the makeup artist gets a little closer. Woke up before he could catch them, though.

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@blindlyjump (hope you don’t mind me moving out of the notes for a sec here turns out I have a lot of words to say and so little space)

Bahaha, that’s fair! I did also leave out a fair few other details, and I wanna recount them now.

As said, when I found Mikey, he had been turned into stone. He had some kind of cloak on, so I couldn’t really see his eyes, and his hands out in a welcoming position. But the dream didn’t start with me finding him. No, I found the other three, Leo, Raph, Donnie, first.

They were half-buried in a snow bank, positions suggesting they had each been trying to protect each other when whatever struck struck, and turned them all into stone. They were all reaching/looking the same direction, identical expressions of terror on their faces.

I had with me a small vial of a powerful salve, guaranteed to reverse the effects of petrification, but I didn’t know how much salve it would take. I could use up all of it on only one of them— and I figured they’d probably want me to save Mikey, so I went in the direction they were looking.

I wound up in a clearing, lined by dead trees that were draped in titanic chains. To the furthest east there was a wagon, which looked like it had been attacked— huge claw marks ripping down the side— and tipped on its side. In the middle was, of course, Mikey.

It took barely any salve at all to cure him. The rest of the dream after this moment is hazy and distant at best, but I remember getting the wagon upright and moving. I insisted on going back for the others— I could cure them, too, and everything could go back to normal! but mikey wasn’t as interested or excited as I thought he would be. The trip back was much longer.

We were attacked on the way there. I remember looking at him after the fight, seeing that his hands were claws, and realizing that they matched perfectly with the gashes in the wagon. Not the first realization that something was wrong, but by far the most potent. I just had to get him back to his brothers. They could fix this.

He tried to crush them.

The loop.

The chains, this time, were broken, and before where the air was still now there was wind. The wagon was missing. I could almost forget, but this time it was looking at me. Through the stone, whatever it was that had replaced Mikey, was looking at me.

Had a dream I went to go see a publicity stunt movie, which was about… I want to say, like, animal farm or something— some grim thing, involving animals— except the movie was about forcing a real life pig, strapped to a movie theatre chair, to watch. Except the big twist at the end was the camera panning around to reveal… it was a fake pig all along. Unsure what the goal was.

I knew the twist going in, but I am as much unable to stop where my dreams are going as I am able to redirect a river with my bare hands, so into the theatre I went. The specific promotional stunt my dream theatre was doing was that the fake pig? In the theatre with you. Whooaaaaa. I got a seat pretty close to the animals— and the choice to switch from ‘pig’ to ‘animal’ is intentional, here, because I don’t remember what they were but they sure as hell wasn’t pigs

There was a baby… whatever it was, on the ground in front of the screen, and it’s mother was the one strapped to a chair. I remember spending most of the film staring at the mother & thinking ‘damn… that fake animal sure as hell looks real. I can see it blinking. Wow. Hang on,’ bc the fake animal was supposed to have button eyes

Now, I’m pretty sure in real life I would in fact be able to tell that it was a real animal like wayyyy faster, but again, dreams, rivers.

Anyway me forcing the realization that the animals were real made the dream start falling apart. Got lost in some long ass dark hallways. A theatre employee accosted me. Wound up back in the theatre & chose to free the baby. Was looking for a key to free the mother when I got trapped in the lobby which was also a veterinary office and my mother was there and trying to get me to run a class on animal welfare.

I don’t know why I’m turning this into a tumblr post. It was visceral though. I can still see the mother’s eye.