WTF Dreamlog 01022010
Huh, just realized the date is reversible to get the same number. Palindromes ahoy I guess.
Recently, I had a dream involving Deadpool fighting Aliens, Predators, and some other alien-type thingies I guess. This was followed up with a dream about Batman jumping around in the woods or something. Well... last night I had another dream about Batman, only this one was way more classic.
It was Batman, and Robin going after the Joker, but that's not how it started.
It started in some metropolis I was visiting with several of my fellow students and some of our instructors. I want to say we were in New Orleans or something, I recall it was a very southern state. We were just wandering around, doing whatever it was we were supposed to be doing, and then something went very, very wrong. Some sort of nuclear device had been activated. For some reason, just me and one other person decided to bug the fuck out and try to get out of the way before the nuke actually hit.
This was supposed to be part of a chain of nationwide attacks, probably targeting all the major American cities. But what mattered to me at the time was that this was happening here where I was at, and I sure as hell wasn't going to stick around to see whatever was going to happen just go on.
I think I was an FBI agent of some sort, in the end. I say this because it wasn't long after I'd discovered this plot or however I stumbled across the information that the government agents began showing up en masse for the largest cleanup operation ever. I believe my classmate and I got on a helicopter to evacuate, and I remember seeing so many hazmat suits and trucks full of waste-related crap that I thought it was just mildly insane. I also remember thinking of all the jobs this could create as a result of the massive cleanup effort.
Then... enter Batman, Robin, and the Joker.
It all began with a rather innocuous investigation of an apartment. There was a riddle, written in felt-tip marker on the porch-door blinds of the abandoned apartment. It was something about how a man had gotten on a train and died, and it was asking about how long it took I think. I can't totally remember. I do, however, remember what happened once we solved the riddle - we (or they?) spoke aloud the Joker's name, wondering what it was he was up to, and then the clock countdown began.
It was bizarre, but the bomb itself was fairly easy for the bat to disarm, and everyone went about their lives. There were city-wide chases and all of that.
A year later, they're still chasing him. There were four sites with various different riddles: a beetle in a park, I can't remember the other two, and then, inevitably, we wound up back at that apartment. All of the other leads had been dead ends, but there was something about this apartment. It hadn't been touched since we last arrived a year prior, but there was still something about that riddle...
Speaking the Joker's name once more activated a bomb. Go figure. Robin (who I guess was me at this point) grabbed the Joker-clock bomb and unplugged it from the power. Instead of thirty seconds to boom, it changed to 45 seconds to boom. More than long enough for me to chuck it out a window to explode (relatively) harmlessly.
After that, we once again dashed through the hotel, but Robin was separated from the others. He went through what I'll call the Special Area (which I'll describe in a moment), and made it to the exit. Weirdness was this - a character that really looked a hell of a lot like the Scarabs in a coat from MGS4, kind of walking around holding something in its hands. In a very Borderlands-esque splatter movement, the character's outline was revealed as Skritch, and the dream ended. I get the feeling he was the one we should've been looking for from the start...
Special Area
This is the first time I've ever seen something like this in one of my dreams, so I thought it deserved some separate notation. I know after today that I've seen it recently, perhaps the last time I had a dream, but last night I visited it twice. Each time was relatively different.
The Special Area is a series of long corridors with a few rooms in each corridor. Along the corridor are long benches/seating arrangements, where people usually lie down. These rooms are all filled with many, many young women, who are all extremely attractive, and in various states of undress, though not normally naked. The sex is of course implied.
There's a corridor of blondes, one for redheads, one for asians... there's about five of these in total, all with some sort of theme. Often when I walk through, the women are bored, and lying around in small groups, sleeping. Some of them are with... I can't call them clients, but I suppose the word guest works quite well. Sometimes they'll just be talking with the guest, occasionally they'll be straddling them. But never naked.
Imagine my surprise, the very last time I visited, when not only were some of them totally naked, but a few were even actively engaged in certain activities. Some with guests, some with one another. It was bizarre, yet attractive as well. My dreams never let me see a naked woman in them. Now I'm seeing hundreds.
So there's my first major WTF dream of the year, and boy is it a real doozy. I'm not sure I've been this freaked since... well, I guess my last dream. I mean, Batman swinging around the woods. What was up with that? And Deadpool? I mean seriously, Deadpool.
I'll see you folks later.
Recently, I had a dream involving Deadpool fighting Aliens, Predators, and some other alien-type thingies I guess. This was followed up with a dream about Batman jumping around in the woods or something. Well... last night I had another dream about Batman, only this one was way more classic.
It was Batman, and Robin going after the Joker, but that's not how it started.
It started in some metropolis I was visiting with several of my fellow students and some of our instructors. I want to say we were in New Orleans or something, I recall it was a very southern state. We were just wandering around, doing whatever it was we were supposed to be doing, and then something went very, very wrong. Some sort of nuclear device had been activated. For some reason, just me and one other person decided to bug the fuck out and try to get out of the way before the nuke actually hit.
This was supposed to be part of a chain of nationwide attacks, probably targeting all the major American cities. But what mattered to me at the time was that this was happening here where I was at, and I sure as hell wasn't going to stick around to see whatever was going to happen just go on.
I think I was an FBI agent of some sort, in the end. I say this because it wasn't long after I'd discovered this plot or however I stumbled across the information that the government agents began showing up en masse for the largest cleanup operation ever. I believe my classmate and I got on a helicopter to evacuate, and I remember seeing so many hazmat suits and trucks full of waste-related crap that I thought it was just mildly insane. I also remember thinking of all the jobs this could create as a result of the massive cleanup effort.
Then... enter Batman, Robin, and the Joker.
It all began with a rather innocuous investigation of an apartment. There was a riddle, written in felt-tip marker on the porch-door blinds of the abandoned apartment. It was something about how a man had gotten on a train and died, and it was asking about how long it took I think. I can't totally remember. I do, however, remember what happened once we solved the riddle - we (or they?) spoke aloud the Joker's name, wondering what it was he was up to, and then the clock countdown began.
It was bizarre, but the bomb itself was fairly easy for the bat to disarm, and everyone went about their lives. There were city-wide chases and all of that.
A year later, they're still chasing him. There were four sites with various different riddles: a beetle in a park, I can't remember the other two, and then, inevitably, we wound up back at that apartment. All of the other leads had been dead ends, but there was something about this apartment. It hadn't been touched since we last arrived a year prior, but there was still something about that riddle...
Speaking the Joker's name once more activated a bomb. Go figure. Robin (who I guess was me at this point) grabbed the Joker-clock bomb and unplugged it from the power. Instead of thirty seconds to boom, it changed to 45 seconds to boom. More than long enough for me to chuck it out a window to explode (relatively) harmlessly.
After that, we once again dashed through the hotel, but Robin was separated from the others. He went through what I'll call the Special Area (which I'll describe in a moment), and made it to the exit. Weirdness was this - a character that really looked a hell of a lot like the Scarabs in a coat from MGS4, kind of walking around holding something in its hands. In a very Borderlands-esque splatter movement, the character's outline was revealed as Skritch, and the dream ended. I get the feeling he was the one we should've been looking for from the start...
Special Area
This is the first time I've ever seen something like this in one of my dreams, so I thought it deserved some separate notation. I know after today that I've seen it recently, perhaps the last time I had a dream, but last night I visited it twice. Each time was relatively different.
The Special Area is a series of long corridors with a few rooms in each corridor. Along the corridor are long benches/seating arrangements, where people usually lie down. These rooms are all filled with many, many young women, who are all extremely attractive, and in various states of undress, though not normally naked. The sex is of course implied.
There's a corridor of blondes, one for redheads, one for asians... there's about five of these in total, all with some sort of theme. Often when I walk through, the women are bored, and lying around in small groups, sleeping. Some of them are with... I can't call them clients, but I suppose the word guest works quite well. Sometimes they'll just be talking with the guest, occasionally they'll be straddling them. But never naked.
Imagine my surprise, the very last time I visited, when not only were some of them totally naked, but a few were even actively engaged in certain activities. Some with guests, some with one another. It was bizarre, yet attractive as well. My dreams never let me see a naked woman in them. Now I'm seeing hundreds.
So there's my first major WTF dream of the year, and boy is it a real doozy. I'm not sure I've been this freaked since... well, I guess my last dream. I mean, Batman swinging around the woods. What was up with that? And Deadpool? I mean seriously, Deadpool.
I'll see you folks later.