Utterly Mad

Thought I would revive this thread.

I had a dream recently that, I sh1t-you-not, I was dreaming about the Utterly Mad forum and that I suddenly lost moderatorship. I got worried and stressed on what I did wrong asking on what I did. I then get banned from the forum and I wake up.

I think what I can infer is that I need to stop stressing so much if I was right or wrong in moderation decisions? Because when I do have to take action, I worry if that I might have been unjust in that decision.

Yo, man if you make a Moderator decision don't stress over it, you did what you thought was right and so far I've agreed with all of your Mod decisions.

Thanks.

As for Bub's dream about moderating, I think it might be to do with being trusted with power/authority using moderating these forums as an analogy, you worry you might end up misusing it.

I really do worry if I misuse it, I never mean to be unjust in my actions. That is why I often end up stating if I do take action to seek another moderator for their opinion on it, or I discuss about what I should do on the secret moderation forum.

I've been having an insane amount of nightmares lately, they usually involve a specific friend purposely locking me in somewhere with 'something'
While I usually know what this 'something' is, and often see it, sometimes I don't and I'm just aware that it's there or it's been following me previously in the dream until I've eventually been trapped in with it by my friend, occasionally I'm rescued by someone else but usually not.

Hmm it might mean that you feel you can't trust your friends?

I had a dream I was called to an adventure in a REALLY cool fantasy world that I have a write up on now (Still transferring to the PC), and it was cool.

So, I had this weird dream based off of an idea I had a long time ago.

So me and three other dudes hopped out the back of a van and put on some rather fancily painted opera masks before kicking in the back door to a bank. After subduing everyone I placed a drill on the vault and kept an eye on the street.
After the vault opened I walked in and found nothing. All the deposit boxes had been opened and the cash was gone. For some reason in the dream I shouted "Clowns got here first!" and then ran back towards where the van was parked.
Had a little shoot out with the police before the van took off.

I think my dreams are telling me to get off my ass and write a script for that dang payday fan film/series I wanted to do.

I must get this down before its gone from my waking mind.

I dreamed of a woman in a bed. The room was familiar to me as it was my old house from before my parents were divorced. She has a grey look to her and her hair is black. In her right hand she is holding an absurdly long kitchen knife, pointed towards her heart. there is a nurse by her bedside holding her wrist. she also has a dark grey look to her. The look on both of their faces is indifference. I can see a nurse walking up to the house through the window, which is on the second floor, who appears to be the same as the nurse at the womans bedside. when I look back to the bed though, the nurse is gone and is replaced by a bald man with glasses and a broad grin on his face. this being still has the grey look and if anything he has gotten darker. Both of them remain motionless, but I can feel some kind of struggle going on between them which suddenly ends when (I assume) the real nurse enters the house. The man vanishes in a puff of smoke and the woman is left holding the knife. She wavers for a moment and then sets the knife aside.

Had a nightmare last night. Feel like sharing it.

I woke to an unfamiliar ceiling. Pale blue, white trimming. A bright light shines down. I step out if the bed. I see that I am in a cell. I look in the mirror. The face that looks back is not human. It was twisted, clockwise about the middle, with no noticeable features other than the eyes. It was shock white. I exit my cell, it being unlocked. I walk for who knows how long down a blank, grey corridor. I begin to here scraping noises. I exit into a large room. In it, a man sits. I walk to this man, and begin conversing. As we converse, I find myself growing dazed, groggy. I suddenly snap out of it, and see that this man has started to grab me with......... Feelers to restrain me. He opens his mouth far to wide for a human to. Then, he disappears. In a flash, I am along in the room. I leave the room through a set of doors that were not there when I went in. The doors lead outside. I see a cabin. I wander for it. As I open the door, the door melts away into a vague blob of furr and teeth. The blob does not move. Once inside, I see a counter. On this counter are the torsos of two Hispanic men. The torsos are deeply embeded in. I walk up, and they do not react. I reach a hand out, and they lung, tearing at me as one. Screaming "DESTRIPLOYHMGFFFFFFFFF"(that is the closest I can put that nose into words. Imagine a man yelling destroy while drinking gravel and screaming black speech.) I escape, barely, and try to leave the house, only to find the door is gone. I turn back to the bodies, but the room is wholey different. I see a masquerade ball, attended by faceless beings like myself, in every color. I join in, but as it goes along the other participants grow more aggressive, bestial. They start tearing into each others flesh as they dance, tearing chunks out like beasts. In a murderous frenzy, they tear each other appart. And I cannot intervene. As the claws of my partner begin to tear at me, I wake up.