This is a thread to share your dreams. Last night I had a couple. In one dream, it was a MLP based dream.
I dreaed that I was a specter in a castle that had become full of changelings. As I told the changlings "I'm a specter, not a ghost. I'm not dead, just damned. If someone found out a way to break the curse on me, a normal pony would be left behind, not a corpse."
And when the changlings asked how it felt to be a specter I said "Imagine that you're trapped at the bottom of the darkest pit in the universe." "Oh, that would be O.K then." "Oh, right, you're bugs. You like the dark. Let's try again. Imagine you're stuck in the brightest pit in the universe." "Ah, now I see your point."
I was a grey colored pony with black maine and white streak in maine, who wore a red cape with golden epaulets, and the changlings in the castle were under seige from a different group of changlings outside the castle. I was helping them for no real reason, just because I could.
I quoted sweeny tod often. "In this world is a great big pit, and the filth of the world all live in it, and the name they gave it was london."
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In my other dream, I was a small town sherif in a post apocalyptic setting. Except my group of refugees had been teleported into the post apocalyptic world from a cyber/scifi future sorta like Ghost in the shell or Dirty Pair.
Anyway, it started with me in a trailer park using a six-shooter that fired shells the size of a watermelon to fight with a pair of anime-esque android women. I shot the one, and she went down, so I focused on the other, but she kept catching them until I ran out of bullets and the one who went down got up again and laughed at me. Then it turned out we had been on the same side, and I was blaming them for the fact that we'd been exploded out of our world and into this one.
Our small town of sci-fi anime rejects found an empty bunker near the decayed trailer park, and set up there. After that we got into a conflict with a bunch of psychics who blamed us for a biological plague that had been unleashed on them. It took a lot of effort and some killing to get to their superiors and explain that, no, we didn't know who unleashed the plague, but we were willing to dedicate our resources to fixing it. The leader looked like the Russian primere from Command and Conquer Red Alert 2, and even though we were talking calmly, outside his men and my men were still fighting, and he refused to call a cease fire until we were done talking. He was a dick.
I dreaed that I was a specter in a castle that had become full of changelings. As I told the changlings "I'm a specter, not a ghost. I'm not dead, just damned. If someone found out a way to break the curse on me, a normal pony would be left behind, not a corpse."
And when the changlings asked how it felt to be a specter I said "Imagine that you're trapped at the bottom of the darkest pit in the universe." "Oh, that would be O.K then." "Oh, right, you're bugs. You like the dark. Let's try again. Imagine you're stuck in the brightest pit in the universe." "Ah, now I see your point."
I was a grey colored pony with black maine and white streak in maine, who wore a red cape with golden epaulets, and the changlings in the castle were under seige from a different group of changlings outside the castle. I was helping them for no real reason, just because I could.
I quoted sweeny tod often. "In this world is a great big pit, and the filth of the world all live in it, and the name they gave it was london."
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In my other dream, I was a small town sherif in a post apocalyptic setting. Except my group of refugees had been teleported into the post apocalyptic world from a cyber/scifi future sorta like Ghost in the shell or Dirty Pair.
Anyway, it started with me in a trailer park using a six-shooter that fired shells the size of a watermelon to fight with a pair of anime-esque android women. I shot the one, and she went down, so I focused on the other, but she kept catching them until I ran out of bullets and the one who went down got up again and laughed at me. Then it turned out we had been on the same side, and I was blaming them for the fact that we'd been exploded out of our world and into this one.
Our small town of sci-fi anime rejects found an empty bunker near the decayed trailer park, and set up there. After that we got into a conflict with a bunch of psychics who blamed us for a biological plague that had been unleashed on them. It took a lot of effort and some killing to get to their superiors and explain that, no, we didn't know who unleashed the plague, but we were willing to dedicate our resources to fixing it. The leader looked like the Russian primere from Command and Conquer Red Alert 2, and even though we were talking calmly, outside his men and my men were still fighting, and he refused to call a cease fire until we were done talking. He was a dick.