Art Wall
Shaenon: Doodling a dream I had. Sorry my dreams have cussing in them.
Channing: This is a beautiful, powerful and symbolically-profound dream, especially compared to my last dream, which was literally me watching a 1950s black-and-white promotional short about unlimited soft drink refills.
THERE NEEDS TO BE AN ART WALL!
Both of those are miles better than the vast majority of my dreams.
Except for the one where demons in (incredibly grotesque) human form marked me for sacrifice. That was something else. It was possibly the most lucid dream I’ve ever had, and thank goodness for that!
There was a while there where I would go to bed, and look up at the ceiling, and then at some point think, ‘Wait, the lights are off, I shouldn’t be able to see the ceiling’, and then wake up.
I remember one morning I woke up, put my socks on, woke up, put my socks on, woke up, put my socks on, and then woke up and realized I still needed to put my stupid socks on.
Do we know this guy, or was he just a dream, just a dream?
Jeff: Jam Handy, or Coronet?
Centron.
This is such a good dream. Thanks.
In my dreams I’m often super light so I can just float around by jumping and pulling myself around or getting blown around the wind.
So this one time I was exploring a house I know and there was an abandoned floor that isn’t there IRL, so I went in and there was a huge cocoon, so I went closer and it cracked, releasing an giant spider gorilla, that was quite angry I woke him up.
Fortunately I was much more agile due to my lightness, but he wouldn’t stop chasing me and after a while I woke up.
And this other time I was a young girl that was secretly a secret agent.
Some bad guy was chasing me, so U was hiding from the snipers, climbing over buildings and trees and stuff, but they had a dog to track me, fortunately my classmates saw me and helped me to hide in some abandoned building.
Many zany hijinks were had but at the end they still found me, I asked them how they knew where I was and they told me my tailor hid a tracking device in the flower on my hairclip. They had me at gunpoint, but I remembered I had this ancient neclace my grandma gave me, so I tore it apart tp conjure a spell to send everyone in the room back in time, than put the hairclip on a small dog owned by an old lady, than climbed a roof and watched them search for me and they got attacked by the small dog.
Also none of the people I saw in my dream (including me) were people I know IRL, which is weird.
And than a few months ago I was a demon humter in training, but I was terribe at it and tried to run away but at the end I still had to fight a demon boy, but I managed to push him back into a portal he came trough and barring it, making him loose the match, he was sad because his dad would be dissapointed, but at the end we became friends (which my father and my little sister found really weird).
For some reason the aprentice demon hunter armour was made of knitted wool, no idea why.
Perhaps the demons are allergic? Weirdly fun dreams. Thanks for sharing 🙂
I want a art wall too!
Am I the only one who gets drive-in clocks? “It’s 8 minutes ’till dreamtime, plenty of time to visit our concession stand…” Circle 68 Drive-in, your memory has warped me for life…
Hopefully, Shaenon, you’ll get a chance to play with an Art Wall in real life, and when you do, I hope you get more than 50-odd minutes to play on it, nyao! >^_^<
Given the budget and opportunity I could make the art wall. I’ll add it to the invention log.
Although there’s something similar for kids here in Boulder County, Colorado: http://wowchildrensmuseum.org/
Tesla feels like she’s too old now, but I have a blast every time. Also their website stinks, much better in person.
I once was in an RP blog, and after some pretty intense stuff dreamed that I was eavesdropping on a chatroom. But that’s all there was– I couldn’t see ANYTHING but a screen and little text blocks, but at the same time I could hear voices saying what the text blocks said. After a few minutes I realized that the names in the chatwindow were the characters that I and my friends were RPing, but they weren’t my friends– they really WERE the characters. And very tentatively I said, “Hello?” I got dead silence, and then one of the characters very soothingly said “Shhh, Ysabet; go back to sleep.” And that’s exactly what I did.
I felt pretty weird about it in the morning, though– embarrassed, like I’d poked my nose in where I didn’t belong. Very strange.