I had this gruesome dream a night ago, following two groups of people. First the dream was following some boys wearing scout uniforms. They looked like uniforms I've seen in some eastern European movies, but not those white Young Pioneer shirts. Green shorts, green shirts. The boys all looked like they were 10-12, and their troop was marching through some field surrounded by woods when they were captured by a small group of sadistic invading soldiers. They made the boys kneel with their hands behind their heads, and the dream cut away.

The dream cut to another group of soldiers, but I'm not sure if they were American, or if the dream was set somewhere else. They had been captured by another team of invading soldiers, who roughly tied them together in a pile on the floor of their large rowboat, with wrists tied to others' ankles, legs tied to others' chests, just piled together and unable to move. The enemy soldiers tortured them endlessly for days, maybe weeks, and made the men eat each other alive, biting chunks from each other. Some of them were missing hands or feet that their friends had been forced to eat off them.

The dream cut back to the kids, who had also been forced to engage in cannibalism, but some of the boys were unscathed, as the soldiers needed them intact to sell them into slavery. They were in a forest village in an unspecified south Asian country, and one of the boys was getting sold to a family who wanted to buy him as a husband for their daughter, and would raise him alongside her until they were old enough to be wed. The dream faded between shots of the boy meeting the girl, and they seemed to get along. He ran away before he could be sold though, and two of the soldiers chased him down to the edge of the forest, which ended at a suburban neighborhood where the boy would have been safe. The dream kind of played out multiple scenarios, one where the boy was killed right at the edge of the forest, one where he successfully disappeared into the neighborhood, with the soldiers stopping at the forest edge, and one where they caught the boy and broke his legs, so he wouldn't be able to run again.

At some point one of the captured soldiers, a lanky man, also made an escape from the invaders while their boat was docked, and this scenario may have played alongside the young boy's escape. I'm not sure what became of this soldier.

I dreamt I was part of a four man comedy troupe incl Jim Carrey, we operated a very small Verizon store for some reason. One of the members was found dead on the roof of the store one night. I was the one who discovered the body, but no one seemed to be interested in seeing it. But it was understood by the general public that he was murdered.

I was walking with my mom in the park the next day and told her that I thought the killer might one of of us, since one of us being dead means each individual member of the group gets more money. She thought this was a good theory. Obviously this implicates me, but nobody considered me a suspect.

That night another member was found dead in the same park. Later Jim Carrey invited me to his hideout and confessed to being the culprit. I felt a sense of dismay because this means he would now have to kill me, but for some reason he let me go. I felt defeated, bc me trying to rat him out obviously falls into his plan somehow. Or maybe he knew nobody would believe me. Sure enough, people began suspecting a chicken as being the one responsible for the second murder. When I tried to explain that the chicken was innocent, they wouldn't hear of it.

Jim Carrey was really good in this btw. He came off as deranged / coked up and menacing. If you were to make a "best of" reel this would easily fit right in.

I had this dream where I was playing Majora's Mask, except the game in the dream bore little resemblance to the real game. It maintained the time loop, but it was set on a small flooded globe, small enough that the player could see its curvature from the surface. Link started the game in an underwater city, and once he broke the ocean surface, he wouldn't be able to return to the city until completing the tasks on the handful of islands that littered the planet. I think these had to be completed in order, circling the globe and ending with an island that bore an advanced civilization responsible for Link's time loop. The island was completed when the player broke the loop, and also offered the player the choice to lower the water levels and bring the flood to an end. However, shortly after breaking the loop, an alien invasion would begin, with aliens flying classic flying saucers, and no one stood a chance of fighting back. The player wouldn't be able to respawn if the aliens killed them, as the time loop would be brought to an end, and they had no way to fight back. In the dream, this adventure felt half like a game, half like reality, so the alien threat was truly terrifying to me.

Because I'd lowered the water level, the underwater starting city was no longer safe when the aliens invaded, and everyone on the planet would be killed. My dreams tend to undo fatal mistakes like this, so the dream started the adventure over again, and this time when I reached the final island, I broke the loop, and didn't lower the flood. I knew exactly how long I had before the aliens would arrive (I forget now), and I had just enough time to save myself. I quickly headed to my rowboat to abandon the surface, and find the diving point above the underwater city. The decorative peak of a tall palace surrounding the city stood above the water, and by the end of the adventure I'd unlocked some technology that would allow me to dive to the ocean floor. It was unclear if I had a submarine, or a diving suit. The aliens started arriving just as I reached the diving point, and I could see their flying saucers break the atmosphere (since the planet was so small), and I quickly dove down so none would realize there were people hiding underwater. They had no objective of harvesting resources or establishing a colony, they were just here to wipe out all civilization and leave, like cartoon villains.

I remember it was tricky entering the palace surrounding the city, and I remember seeing wooden crates in the flooded entrance hall. When I got back home, I'd have to tell everyone to make sure we never alerted the surface to our presence. I woke up before reaching the city.

Some islands had no one on them, and some held small villages. Some islands would sink when they were completed, while others would rise from underwater when unlocked.

I dreamed I looked up Shawn Wayans' Steam account and successfully found him, so I added him as a friend and he accepted. It turned out he was nearby, so we hung out in-person. We chatted for a while, and would see each other every couple of days, and eventually I brought up his movies and his brother Marlon, and said I thought it'd be weird for him if I just asked him about his movies and shows without first talking to him like a normal person. I told him I'd really enjoyed The Wayans Bros., and I wanted to ask questions about Scary Movie 6. He told me it was alright, and he showed me Marlon Wayans' Steam account, and I added him.

I remember Shawn was in a fictional representation of my kitchen, and was grabbing wine glasses. I think we were eating something that was best served in wine glasses. When I brought up Marlon, Shawn grabbed a wine glass, poured a pitcher of water into it, poured some water on the counter and put the glass on the spill, and ran his finger around the rim of the glass to produce a note to summon Marlon. He didn't actually appear just then, but he accepted my friend request, and we hung out later.

When I was talking to Marlon, he brought up this guy he had a problem with. I don't remember much of my time with Marlon, but I remember that later, I was setting part of a zoo on fire, which was owned by the guy Marlon talked about. I called the guy to threaten him, and he laughed me off, saying the police were already on their way. He was sitting and smoking at a party, which I knew even though I couldn't see him. I told him I wouldn't get in trouble, since the fire had been specifically set not to burn down the whole zoo or any of its animals, but to burn just one special target. I smirked and hung up before he could respond. A fire truck had arrived while I was on the phone, but they didn't seem to notice me, and they were taking a long time to exit the truck. I looked down at a file I held in my hand, and turned to the third and last page, which detailed info about the guy's son. The insinuation seemed to be that I'd burned down something related to that guy's son, without actually attacking his son.

I then fled the scene, and went in the direction of an old concrete underground tunnel in the woods. I figured I'd set my last fire in there, just burning some plastic for fun, but since the police always arrive quickly to fires, I'd leave a note—NO MORE FIRES written with two black markers (held at the same time for extra thickness, for some reason), on cardboard. I was also thinking about ensuring I left no DNA evidence, and avoiding penmanship that could be traced back to me. My pyromania (not in real life, just in the dream) could have deadly consequences for others, so it was time to stop, and this way, maybe the police wouldn't come looking for me, since no one got hurt in either fire.

On my way, the dream morphed so I was headed there with a friend, a dreamed-up character, and I changed my mind about the fire we were going to set. If I was ready to quit, then I shouldn't set even one more fire. We found the entrance to the tunnel, and walked through a narrow curved passageway until we entered the main, wider chamber, which had doorways leading into dark cells at each side, and at the far end, opened into a smaller but wider area, which to the right had tall stairs going up. We could hear people whispering in some of the cells, and like us, they were all here to avoid getting caught by the police.

I told my friend I wouldn't take part in the fire, so he took out a crimpled sheet of vinyl which he'd burn on his own. I didn't want to inhale any fumes, so I told him I'd go exploring. I walked off toward the stairs, thinking I would just bail on my friend, but as I entered the wider portion of the tunnel I saw flashlights moving around at the top of the staircase, and could faintly hear what sounded like police. I quickly turned to head out the way we came in, and on my way there I spotted a small door to the right, leading straight out into the woods. I went out, but there were men on horses approaching, dressed in strange medieval clothes with hoods on. I assumed they were with the police, so I went back and headed for the way we came in, but I could see more lights in the curved entry passageway, and hear clearer voices of the police.

I went back for the door to the outside, and tried to find a way to slip past the three approaching groups. To the left I could see the thin curved passage from the outside, but there would be more police by the entrance, so I couldn't follow along that way. I followed the wall to the right, and peeked around a corner to see more cops, heavily armed, walk toward that entrance. Note that from the inside, this entrance had been up a large staircase, but from the outside it was on the same level. I turned back to see the horsemen, and neither they nor the cops seemed to take notice of me. Only one officer was staying outside by this entrance, so I decided to walk through the woods, about equal distance from the horsemen and the lone police officer. As I walked away confidently, as though neither group mattered to me, one of the horsemen fired an arrow. I halted and stepped back, and they shot another arrow, piercing the neck of the police officer. More officers rushed out and entered a firefight with the horsemen, who expertly nailed each officer they loosed an arrow toward, but always missed when firing at me.

I rushed back for the door inside, and a bunch of Chinese guys ran out of the cells (which hadn't been visible from the outside). We quickly began setting up a defense, shutting all the windows (which hadn't been there before, and which now appeared in a continuous line on the wall) and forcing the enemy to come to us, so we could take them out by hand. The tunnel grew more and more crowded with Chinese men, many of whom were shirtless, and old wooden furniture was thrust against the door and against the windows to form barricades. We wanted to leave some windows unbarricaded, which I think was to control where our enemy could enter, but we also left those windows shut, to keep arrows from flying through. I stationed myself by two of the unbarricaded windows, where I think I kept busy by just opening and closing windows. One of the windows nearly broke when struck by an arrow, so someone reached out through the second window, where he was able to push another outside layer of windows along a rail, moving them to form a barrier of windows over the one that was breaking. This left our post with just one window to funnel the enemy through. I looked around, seeking a particularly large Chinese man who could easily dispatch any who came through, and I saw my friend Giau, who is actually Vietnamese, and who also didn't have a shirt on. I asked him if he could stay right here, and take out anyone who came through, and re-emphasized that he wouldn't be able to leave this post. He agreed. I went off into the crowd to see what else I could do, and the dream ended around there.

I dreamed I was playing some sort of Zelda game as young Link. I think it was stated to be Majora's Mask, which I'm currently playing, but the map was much larger, and more maze-like and scary. At the beginning of each three-day cycle, I'd meet new players, and since I had the hookshot, I was particularly far along. I was showing a new player how to get somewhere, and showed him how the hookshot could help you access more areas.

I remember that within a dark hole in a steep mountain pass, accessible only via hookshot, was the domain of some sort of awful king, and he was preventing me from collecting whatever it was I was scouring the map for. His throne room, at the back of his "palace" (containing about four rooms) contained a backdoor leading to a small dark tunnel covered up by a small waterfall at the end of a pond, with lily pads you could hop on to keep your feet dry. Despite the small size of his palace, he seemed to exercise some real authority over the map, and I needed to get rid of him.

At some point I was no longer young Link, and I was just me, and I was infiltrating the small palace to quietly take out the king. I quickly dispatched him, I think with a garrote, then cleared off any DNA evidence and snuck out through the back.

I forget where that dream went, but later I dreamed I was at a fictionalized rendition of my friend's house. I was in a dark room, trying to light it up, but all of the bulbs were dying, and even with eight lights on, the room was almost pitch black. For whatever reason, it was important to have some light. One of the bulbs was only illuminating the room through an ugly pattern that had accidentally been left on the glass, and it was leaving an obnoxious glare on the TV. When my friend came back to the room, he asked why I hadn't turned the lights on, and I told him they were all on.

We left to meet someone with another friend, and his cat Matilda tagged along in the car, even though we didn't want her hopping out and getting lost. The car was in a garage attached to the house, but in real life, my friend lives in an apartment, and has a detached garage. When my two friends left the car at our destination, I held onto Matilda so she wouldn't run out, but she doesn't like to be held, so she kept squirming. One of the doors was left open, and I asked "can you close the door? Can you close this door?" but my friend seemingly couldn't hear me. I kept asking for like a minute before he closed it.

The layout of the car didn't really make any sense, because one exit was at a 90-degree angle from another exit, with a row of seats between them. In other words, if you were sitting in the back seat all the way to the left, you would be facing out a door, and if you sat all the way to the right, you would be right next to a door. The weird door is the one that needed shutting, because for some reason I could only ensure Matilda didn't run away if I exited out the other door.

Then I dreamed I was at a mall featured in the movie Playtime. I was trying to find my way to one of the places Monsieur Hulot had been to, and right beside a tunnel leading to one of those locations was a DVD rack with a blu-ray of Playtime. I grabbed one before heading through.

Right at the other end of this small dark tunnel (kind of like a map transition from a Zelda game) was a wide hall, and to my right I saw Monsieur Hulot on his way with his distinct walk. He passed by, and I immediately followed along, trying to imitate him. He entered into a clothing shop, and I followed along, and realized I was probably blocking a camera crew's view of him. I stopped copying him, and realized that of course I wasn't following Monsieur Hulot, but Jacques Tati! He moved aside to the right, to wait in line to buy something without blocking anyone's path, and I walked by, and a bit over ten feet away I stopped and turned on my heel, and he smiled. I walked over with the blu-ray and asked "si'l vous plait, uh, vous, uh, escribir (Spanish, not French)..." he smiled, and asked, "avec quoi?"
"Uh..." I turned toward the cash register, and saw they had some pens and markers. We walked toward them, and he started speaking to me in English, but he sounded like Werner Herzog and for a moment I was concerned I had the wrong man, but then I remembered his distinct Hulot walk. Dunno why Jacques Tati had a German accent. He was really nice.

He picked up a pen that had a special feature where you could stick the graphite into certain brands of laptops about twenty years ago, and it would light up to tell you how much battery the laptop had left. He talked about how this feature was now useless, as no laptop supported any pens one might stick in them, and how the pen now just had a useless light on top that would never light up. The dream ended before he could sign my blu-ray.

I had a dream a few days ago where I met Elon Musk while out one day, and we quickly became friends. He was a really anxious and awkward person, and he liked that I just treated him like a normal guy. We were just shopping, mostly for clothes. The stores had really tall shelves with all sorts of unsorted stuff on them. After exiting a store, a crowd of paparazzi swarmed Elon, so he held what seemed to be a totally impromptu press conference on a small wooden stage that just happened to be there. When one woman wouldn't leave him alone or stop taking photos after, I got her to back off. I don't remember what I said, but Elon Musk really liked that I didn't hold any regard for his celebrity status like the paparazzi did.

The whole dream, including the press conference, was set in some sort of weird mall, which seemed to just serve the purpose of offering a vague, wide indoor space. I even lived in there.

Elon and I discussed where to go next, and I told him I wouldn't be able to afford to cover my own expenses. I think we were talking about buying more expensive clothing, and travelling. He hadn't heard of the brand Dior, so I explained how they sell extremely overpriced $800 t-shirts with the logo splattered on them. I moved my hand in a diagonal across my chest, to represent where the logo would be, but he misunderstood and was like "I think it would be more diagonal, instead of vertical" and instead of explaining that's what I meant, I just said something like "yeah."

A friend of mine met up with us, and I introduced the two and told Elon that he'd be our ride. I don't think Elon knew how to drive.

Before leaving, I was going to show Elon where I lived. First I showed him the bathroom, which was a small room inside the mall, completely separate from the rest of my home. It wasn't embedded in a wall, but stuck out into the mall. It reminded me of a sloppily-placed new room in a Sims home. He started to run a bath, so I was like, oh okay, yeah, sure, we'll just wait outside if you wanna take a bath, and we'll leave after. Then I woke up.

In my dream last night, I kept seeing alternate versions of The Wayans Bros. intro, including versions where Shawn and Marlon would gently rap lyrics based on other people's conversations they remembered, like a couple lines from a conversation they overheard between two girls in college. They were just various snippets from funny conversations. These parts of the intro sequence were shot with a super wide lens, so everything was distorted except Shawn and Marlon. They were standing on the grass right beside a road, and the lens made the grass look like a circular island.

I forget most of the dream, except that later in the dream Shawn, Marlon, and a white guy were looking for a murderer who got away with his crime. They figured they wouldn't find him, but they narrowed down where he must have lived. After snooping in a backyard as Marlon, I realized I was in the wrong property, and hopped a fence into the one I was looking for. I landed in a small grey, wasted space which seemed to be meant for a garden, surrounded by tall hedges obscuring the rest of the property. As I walked out the exit, I ran right into the property owner, a white guy, who was walking out of a much larger area also contained by hedge walls, with a large house inside. I was suddenly myself, rather than Marlon, and I told him "sorry, I just hopped someone's fence. I wasn't snooping," and walked out. As I walked, he acted like he accepted that answer, but as soon as he stepped into his old garden and couldn't see me anymore, I started to sprint away. I figured that if he was the murderer, he might think I found some evidence in there. As I ran, I was Marlon again, and there was a wide road in desrepair with little traffic to my left, and a worn chain-link fence to my right, guarding against a short gravelly incline that led to a mowed grassy field.

Over our comms Shawn told me the guy was getting his shotgun. I looked back and saw him, in the distance, walk out with a double barrel, and I kept running and turned into the first alleyway beyond the field. It was wet, and the edges of the pavement had a slight incline toward the center of the path. At some point I got in a car, and while Shawn and the other guy wanted me to meet them at a nearby strip mall, I was caught in an intense chase with the probable murderer. He kept decimating cars that got in his way, and as I sped onto a raised highway, I remember wondering if it was my fault that every car I passed would be destroyed. There weren't a lot of cars on the highway, and they weren't driving in an orderly fashion. It was more like someone just placed an unpainted dark road and said "you can drive here," and people would drive in any direction, and in any spot on the road, since there weren't any lanes. I remember I could see the people in each car before I sped past them, and their car was exploded by the fiery wrath of that man's shotgun.

Soon after driving onto the highway, the guy was vanquished. He either crashed into one of the cars he exploded, or Shawn and the other guy somehow stopped him. I, Marlon, pressed on the brakes and quickly spun the car around. I suddenly had a bird's eye view, and could see that the highway had never been finished, and if I kept going any further, I'd careen off the edge. The car lost its momentum with the back half just hanging off the edge. I'd probably have to get out and walk. I wondered, where were the cars on the highway coming from? Did they drive up here just to drive back? Did they just spawn up here like video game traffic? Then I woke up.

Last night I dreamed that a friend and I were returning to fifth grade. I have no idea why. In real life we went to separate elementary schools, but in the dream we'd both attended a totally fictional elementary school, which was surrounded by a short wall, and could only be entered on-foot through a wooden gate with a roof over it. All the kids were to be sorted into their classes when they arrived on the first day, and we were two of the last people to arrive. A woman at the gate asked, with hope in her voice, if there were three of us. Through dream omniscience I knew it was because she needed to sort three kids all at once into a class together, and for some reason this would be the only way to bring that class to capacity. I said something like "no, just two," and she was disappointed but let us in. Since we arrived together, we'd be placed with the same teacher.

Past the gate was a narrow paved walkway winding its way up grassy hills. All the kids were sitting on the hills, amongst other kids sorted into the same class as them. After everyone had arrived and been sorted, we were given our school uniforms. I heard a kid say something like "do we really have to wear uniforms?" I was upset as well. We were given a clothes hanger with several other hangers attached to it, carrying our full school wardrobe. Short-sleeved henleys, shorts, long pants, and hoodies, each in five or so solid colors, so we could mix and match. I was annoyed I'd have to wear one of their hoodies, which was thin, instead of my thicker Carhartt Luke Cage hoodie.

I don't remember much more of the dream, but I think my age might've been inconsistent. Near the end of the dream I asked the kids in my class if they could tell I was older than them, and they all unanimously agreed it was obvious.

I also dreamed I was filing a bug report on the Favslist Discord. The admin bug-talk channel was located lower on the admin channel list.

In another dream, I was looking at a list of Dexter shows, and there were at least eight of them.

In yet another dream, I was looking at the Wikipedia page for Donald Duck's family, and was surprised that the cast of Donald's nephews hadn't been consistent since their first appearance. The Wikipedia article had a table, like how their TV cast listings often show which actors appear in which seasons, except this table charted who the three nephews were in each time period. Huey, Dewey, and Louie were the original three, starting in the '30s, and at different times, one or more of them would be replaced with a newer duck nephew. There were always three, and they were always triplets. The canon would be reshaped any time one of the ducklings was replaced. Huey, Dewey, and Louie wouldn't reappear together until sometime from the '90s to 2010s, when Disney returned to the original triplets, with the alternative nephews likely never appearing in anything ever again.

In my dream last night, a trailer had just released for a 2025 movie called Iceman, a prequel to Top Gun. I wasn't happy with this; I didn't want to see Top Gun milked, and I didn't think Iceman needed an origin story. A new actor had of course been cast to play a younger Iceman. I remember him wearing a bright red flight suit.

In my dream last night, I was exploring a gigantic, possibly infinite mall in a Fallout-style post-apocalyptic landscape. At times, the dream was explicitly set in the Fallout universe. The mall was crowded with fellow survivors decked out with exotic weapons and outfits, and the place seemed to never end, with each room drastically different from the last. Supposedly, parts of the mall could be very dangerous, and I was prepared, but by this point I'd never found anything to worry about. As I walked through, I passed through dark, empty, narrow halls, crowded stores leading straight into other stores, and vast concourses filled with people, with large entryways leading into various other stores. Many people were only there to loot, others were settling down in the mall, and everyone was at peace with each other, as there was far more than enough to go around. It seemed you could find anything there, even things you'd never ordinarily find in a mall, or even in real life. There were grocery stores, clothing stores, and it seemed impossible to loot the entire mall clean. The loot was even better the deeper one ventured, though it also seemed the mall would become more dangerous.

At some point while exploring, the dream had me start over. I was a young girl, maybe about nine, escaping from my Vault-Tec Vault, and when I surfaced, I found a sandy and rocky desert filled with scattered metal debris. I wasn't scared of the wasteland, as I still remembered my previous experiences, as if I was just starting a new playthrough of a video game. I had a new goal now, to form a party so I could venture into the center of the mall and find its greatest treasures. At some point on my journey I wasn't a girl anymore, and I was just myself again, kitted out with Fallout-style gear. I met up with two of my real-life friends, and we trekked through the desert toward the mall. This reminded me of how in FO3 I always beeline toward the towering Capital City on the horizon, or toward the distant bright lights of New Vegas in NV. The mall was placed dead-center on my map, was the largest landmark in the wasteland, and was both a vast dungeon filled with endless loot, yet also the safest settlement one could live in.

When we finally reached the mall safely, we were happy to be out of the desert, and once inside, we passed through many places like I'd been before: dark corridors filled with cobwebs, crowded clothing stores, food chains, merchandise stores, and stores I've surely forgotten. I wanted us to stop inside a grocery store at some point. One store had a frosted window showing a curtain of cotton candy on the other side. A friend and I entered the concourse, and I spotted a doorway leading straight into that cotton candy veil. As I was grabbing a fistful to eat, I heard my friend still in the other store say he wanted to get to the cotton candy. I called over to say I was at the entrance, and he said "oh" like he felt a little silly for trying to find the entrance from within the other store. Behind the curtain of cotton candy was a grocery store, and as the fruits were nearby, we raided those first. I specifically remember watermelon.

At some point we stopped running into other people, and found dark halls monitored by Half-Life 2 tripod turrets with laser guidance, and wall-mounted motion-detecting lasers scanning rooms for movement. I checked my map, and saw that we wouldn't find any more stores until we'd made our way through this secure section of the mall, which could take hours, or days. We also seemed to have a quest that required reaching a security room. On our way through, we laughed about how my larger friend wasn't making any attempt not to get spotted by the lasers, which activated all the turrets near us. We made easy work of them though, as we'd step in front of their lasers, activating their guns, and then lift them up (as HL2 turrets are physics objects, and Fallout games give most objects physics) and use them to destroy other nearby turrets.

When I woke up, I was too tired to stay awake, but I had a feeling this dream was too memorable to forget.