Utterly Mad
The Pit => General Discussion => Topic started by: Bubbadoo on April 21, 2015, 12:10:56 pm
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Funny I was thinking of making a dream thread after the dream I had last night.
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It's kinda fragmentary so here it goes:
There was a moon of some sort, people lived on it and so on. There was some kind of luxury resort on it the resort had a large swimming pool. There was some sort event which caused time to go weird just around there. Now that pool each lane perfectly aligned with a sort "Time lane" one would go forwards in time the other back. At the time the pool was supposed to be shut however a man was in it when the event happened, he was between the "lanes". The following morning the staff find the Man stuck there in the pool he was babbling about things that have happened even reciting each staff members history and screaming incoherently about the horrors to come. He couldn't be moved as he was kinda merged with the floor (full on body horror kind of merged) half of him appeared to age rapidly the other half reverse-aged (got younger) eventually resetting to what he looked like before and then repeating the ageing/de-ageing.
And then I woke up.
I suspect it was kind of fueled by reading Hyperion before bed.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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I once dreamt that I was kicking a clown' A S S. Like it was a horror movie clown, and I was like AW F U C K THAT and kicked him in the dick. I have really weird dreams.
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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.
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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?
Nah, I've been well aware that I can't trust them for a long time, the friend that locks me in places to get me killed is the one I trust most out of all of them though.
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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.
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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!"
(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/payday/images/3/31/Troll_Dallas.png/revision/20120802182440)
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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.
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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.
That sounds a lot like a sorta thing that would happen in a movie when someone is contemplating suicide.
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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.
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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.
This might be your subconscious' nightmarish interpretation of the DDA's moddening. The ball represents an escape from something one would want to avoid. (The undesirable situation may be the torsos, in the dream. The RL undesirable situation may be overall family troubles, I'm guessing.) Them slowly becoming more aggressive represents the tension that built up before the moddening, and the murderous frenzy represents the subsequent conflict between the forum members during the moddening. The first half of the dream I can't interpret.
The fucked up face may be a representation of feeling outcasted or different from those around you. This hypothesis is strengthened by the people in the ball also having the fucked up faces, representing how many of us joined the forums as an escape from our shitty RL lives. (I'm bad at explaining things, so I hope what I said explains things clearly enough.)
The first half of the dream I cannot interpret.
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No one believes me when I tell them that the reality that our perception lies in is simply a well constructed illusion to shield our fragile sanity of what really lies behind the curtain.
And Peri-kun is pulling back the curtain slowly.
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No one believes me when I tell them that the reality that our perception lies in is simply a well constructed illusion to shield our fragile sanity of what really lies behind the curtain.
And Peri-kun is pulling back the curtain slowly.
Wat.
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I've been having weird ass dreams for my whole life, and they get weirder than that. A lot weirder.
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No one believes me when I tell them that the reality that our perception lies in is simply a well constructed illusion to shield our fragile sanity of what really lies behind the curtain.
And Peri-kun is pulling back the curtain slowly.
Wat.
He's lifting the veil to see that which should not be seen by mortal eyes. Unfortunately what's behind the veil often stares back with more eyes than you can even begin to comprehend.
Essentially it was a Lovecraft reference.
Also I suffer from incredibly frequent nightmares, started a few months ago and it's becoming more frequent as time passes. I'm more prone to nightmares when I'm in a bed with someone else, which is sort of unfortunate but at the same time sort of calming after I wake up.
The majority of my nightmares follow a theme of it being my best friend that's tried to cause something to harm or kill me, he's usually the first one I tell about these nightmares and we laugh about it for a little while.
Unfortunately these nightmares have been so severe lately that I've completely ruined my sleeping pattern and made myself pretty ill lately because of it, starting to recover a little bit now.
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I'm more prone to nightmares when I'm in a bed with someone else.
The majority of my nightmares follow a theme of it being my best friend that's tried to cause something to harm or kill me.
These are definitely connected. Your subconscious is extremely paranoid.
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You're not paranoid if they really are watching you.
I'm fully aware of how incredibly paranoid I am, which is something that's steadily been getting worse over time because I often just try to ignore it.
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I had dream last night, something to do with I was printing something off but couldn't select it so somehow I printed the entire folder it was in, somehow this included pórn...
I was ended up being accused of demonic possession for "unusual behaviour".
Also from last night/this morning but not a dream...
I swear I heard a knock on my bedroom door at about 4:35 am, I looked out, nobody and there is nobody who could knock my bedroom door...
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Also from last night/this morning but not a dream...
I swear I heard a knock on my bedroom door at about 4:35 am, I looked out, nobody and there is nobody who could knock my bedroom door...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUGlOKsJGuI
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I dreamed I was a WW2 german soldier attacking some building with other WW2 german soldiers. I managed to sneak into the building only to find that in the time it took me to simply sneak through the open side door, several weeks had passed. All the other german soldiers had been captured and made to sit at school desks while some teacher tried to teach them what it was like to be an american. I passed by a sort of administration desk on my way to see what was going on in the classroom (which I didnt know was a classroom yet) and the secretary behind the desk told me that I was late. there were guards on the doors and when I pulled my mauser to shoot one of them, it wouldnt fire. the guard just looked at me and said "another one eh? better get to class." So I went into the classroom an stood at the back of the room. the teacher was a woman, but there was another guy sitting behind a big teachers desk at the side of the room, he had a thick english/irish accent and seemed to have nothing but disdain for us. I looked down at the soldier in the desk I was standing next to, he just looked at me and said "do what you know to be right" and gestured to a lit stick of dynamite under his desk. I picked it up an threw it, but instead of being thrown, it just fell to the floor at my feet where it broke in half and did not explode. then class ended and the english/irish guy approached me and said "aye, I see what your about now. I got a job for ya, take a look at these." and begins showing me his jewelry and explaining the significance of them and asking about how to repair them. the jewelry is mostly farmers market stuff made from junk polished stones with low grade silver/copper/solder wire crudely wrapped around them. then I wake up.
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I dreamed I was a WW2 german soldier attacking some building with other WW2 german soldiers. I managed to sneak into the building only to find that in the time it took me to simply sneak through the open side door, several weeks had passed. All the other german soldiers had been captured and made to sit at school desks while some teacher tried to teach them what it was like to be an american. I passed by a sort of administration desk on my way to see what was going on in the classroom (which I didnt know was a classroom yet) and the secretary behind the desk told me that I was late. there were guards on the doors and when I pulled my mauser to shoot one of them, it wouldnt fire. the guard just looked at me and said "another one eh? better get to class." So I went into the classroom an stood at the back of the room. the teacher was a woman, but there was another guy sitting behind a big teachers desk at the side of the room, he had a thick english/irish accent and seemed to have nothing but disdain for us. I looked down at the soldier in the desk I was standing next to, he just looked at me and said "do what you know to be right" and gestured to a lit stick of dynamite under his desk. I picked it up an threw it, but instead of being thrown, it just fell to the floor at my feet where it broke in half and did not explode. then class ended and the english/irish guy approached me and said "aye, I see what your about now. I got a job for ya, take a look at these." and begins showing me his jewelry and explaining the significance of them and asking about how to repair them. the jewelry is mostly farmers market stuff made from junk polished stones with low grade silver/copper/solder wire crudely wrapped around them. then I wake up.
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I can interpret this.
You think school students are as bad as Nazis. :P
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You mean they're not?
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I had a really fucking cool dream.
Basically, it was SciFi, and there was this awful dictatorship there. So I got sent in to cause as much havoc and disruption as possible, while the infiltrators slowly wormed in to take it down. I was pretty much a deniable one man guerrilla war. So, I pretty much got given a single pistol, and for everything I did, breaking things, killing soldiers, letting loose zoo animals, anything to cause death, destruction, and chaos, I was awarded "points", which I could spend on items, like guns, armor, mechs, tanks, all of that stuff. It ended with me succeeding, being awarded a knighthood by the govt that hired me, and being given permission to form an agency to do this on a large scale. So, I formed the "Mad Men", who would deploy to given areas on a surface, and would compete with others on the same mission to see who could cause the most havoc. Then, after one more op, I woke up.
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Basically, it was SciFi, and there was this awful dictatorship there. So I got sent in to cause as much havoc and disruption as possible, while the infiltrators slowly wormed in to take it down. I was pretty much a deniable one man guerrilla war. So, I pretty much got given a single pistol, and for everything I did, breaking things, killing soldiers, letting loose zoo animals, anything to cause death, destruction, and chaos, I was awarded "points", which I could spend on items, like guns, armor, mechs, tanks, all of that stuff. It ended with me succeeding, being awarded a knighthood by the govt that hired me, and being given permission to form an agency to do this on a large scale. So, I formed the "Mad Men", who would deploy to given areas on a surface, and would compete with others on the same mission to see who could cause the most havoc. Then, after one more op, I woke up.
Sounds like the plot to a ****in' awesome game.
1. Sell this dream as an idea to a game company.
2. Establish what cut of the profit you get.
3. Wait for it to get released.
4. ??????
5. Profit!
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4. ?????
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It sounded sort of like an even cooler version of Red Faction Guerrilla
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Just finished my first game design class on Thursday, in SO making that into a game.
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I dreamed I was a WW2 german soldier attacking some building with other WW2 german soldiers. I managed to sneak into the building only to find that in the time it took me to simply sneak through the open side door, several weeks had passed. All the other german soldiers had been captured and made to sit at school desks while some teacher tried to teach them what it was like to be an american. I passed by a sort of administration desk on my way to see what was going on in the classroom (which I didnt know was a classroom yet) and the secretary behind the desk told me that I was late. there were guards on the doors and when I pulled my mauser to shoot one of them, it wouldnt fire. the guard just looked at me and said "another one eh? better get to class." So I went into the classroom an stood at the back of the room. the teacher was a woman, but there was another guy sitting behind a big teachers desk at the side of the room, he had a thick english/irish accent and seemed to have nothing but disdain for us. I looked down at the soldier in the desk I was standing next to, he just looked at me and said "do what you know to be right" and gestured to a lit stick of dynamite under his desk. I picked it up an threw it, but instead of being thrown, it just fell to the floor at my feet where it broke in half and did not explode. then class ended and the english/irish guy approached me and said "aye, I see what your about now. I got a job for ya, take a look at these." and begins showing me his jewelry and explaining the significance of them and asking about how to repair them. the jewelry is mostly farmers market stuff made from junk polished stones with low grade silver/copper/solder wire crudely wrapped around them. then I wake up.
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I can interpret this.
You think school students are as bad as Nazis. :P
Seems legit, and from my own experience, I can say that your interpretation must be correct.
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I dreamed of lobsters recently. Nothing special, just lobsters.
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Almost all of my dreams are about death at this point. Mine or the worlds. I think its an anxiety thing.
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I had a dream that I was Frodo but then Frodo had a heart attack because he wouldn't get in the fucking submarine so I wasn't Frodo anymore.
Thats basically most of what I remember from the dream.
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A couple days ago I dreamt that my sister was back home, and I could see her, but as hard as I could I was unable to hug her.
I woke up and almost cried.