I was an Attreides (probably the duke, but not Leto) arranging a political marriage between my family and the Harkonnens. I was chatting to the mother of the Vladimir and she said she had no idea there was an ongoing feud between our families. Boys will be boys.
Something about Predators in a more Klingon type environment. They appeared to have abducted me (though I was female and viewing this all from third person).
I was in a rusted metal rack, being forced backwards by chains so they could chop off my head. Not very sporting I was thinking.
A black a white cat just out of kitten hood was wandering past to the left (of my view which was from in front of the rack). The cat appeared to be a pet.
When my head was chopped off I then appeared as an energy being and smote them all.
Next up I’m talking to a “female” Predator asking if they had sexes. Apparently they did not. After asking how they reproduced, I was informed a bit of their hair would fall off and then grow to a new being. I wanted to ask how many orifices they had.
This conversation took place in a supermarket while in the medical section while browsing for condoms (or sports gel?) with cyclists on the packaging.
Lots of dream snippets these last few weeks.
Someone tried to have sex with me one morning. When I wetted his cock with saliva, he then said something like “You really wanted me to fuck you!” like he was not serious. I responded with “You were the one poking your cock between my arse cheeks. He then proceeded to fuck me.
Thing themed. Set in a cargo ship. About eight of us. Take over us by physical contact. One was a mergy handshake and that was the only “special effect”. The second last one, I put my head in some goop on a table and went “oh no!”. Multiple person perspective. All mates?
Final scene on bot in conference room. Remaining human said “We have prepared for this.” At this point all the taken over humans had black eyes (yeah, stereotypical take over look). Something about the taken over humans being duplicates of people either dead or safely home. Probably dead as scene of an F1 driver crashed and dead with car being lifted by a crane and various people, including Iron Man fighting an unseen opponent at a grand prix.
Iron Man died after putting two track girls in his suit. A female voice was telling me “That was pretty cool”.
Patchy dream about chronotron particles causing chaos. When seen from space, incidents in a hexagon pattern.
Cartman from South Park was narrating and the dream was rendered South Park animation style.
I had some spare time at work, so I was filling out some blue forms. My location then changed from work to the beach (or some outside place).
A sub theme was Dana Scully (X-files) being diagnosed with something (cancer was implied).
As I was filling on my forms on the beach, Fox Mulder cast a shadow over me. Without looking up, I greeted him. He said I’d sent for him. I had – on Scully’s behalf.
We then hooked up with Scully and there was lots of close banter between the two. I was wishing I was that close to Sculls.
We crossed a yard diagonally, under a hills hoist and into a house consisting of two rooms.
An old lady had been mysteriously killed. She was found dead on her bed and her bedroom door was locked.
Scully said she was tired and went to lay down on said bed.
Mulder and I (and someone else), decided we would also set up shop. I picked up a banjo/guitar thing and bashed out some bad tunes. Mulder said he was bored already so I put the instrument back on its rack. I then played on a drum kit like it was a set of bongos for about 30 seconds.
Next, someone (it wound up being Mulder) was bashing loudly on the main door which as now locked. The bashing vibrated the door so much that it opened. This roused Scully who sleepily asked what was happening.
That solved the mystery of how the old lady had been killed when her door was locked – her drum playing had enraged someone to bash down her door and strangle her.
Dream logically yeah. Real logic no! The locked door was the bedroom door, not the main door. There were no strangle marks on the lady. How did Mulder get outside. Why was it the drum playing that drove someone to kill?
I had wrapped a hair tie around the top of my mobile phone. After the hair tie was removed (maybe months later), the screen was frosted where the tie had been. Scratching the glass resulted in spider cracks on the screen. A bit of frosting on the left side of the screen did not result in cracks when rubbed. I remembered thinking this should be covered under warranty as the pone was not old and a hair tie should not damage the screen.
I was a member of an outlaw start ship crew and we’d finally been caught by the Galactic Authorities. They put a chip in the back of my skull as I was getting a suspended sentence that also stopped me from accessing data for six months. The chip first accesses the Internet and I could see everything as if it was in a head up display prior to my access being blocked. I was thinking that was not a good way to block me as I got right into hacking the connection open, at which point, I’d have unrestricted access to EVERYTHING.
Lots of varied and interesting dreams recently. Also lots where I do reality checks like rereading text. Recall of recent dreams is poor.
Dark. Being chased by xenomorph’s. I am the only one left. There is a dropship I need to get into. The cockpit is accessed via a flip canopy like a fighter jet. I run outside and jump onto the roof and manage to get inside. Somehow I know how to fly it. I take off and climb at a steep angle back to the mothership.
Once there I wonder how to get in. I position my ship under the airlock and find an appropriate switch on the touch panel to open the outer hatch.
I OMS myself up. Once in the docking bay the dropship is just floating. Rather than land on the inner hatch, I manage to get hooked to the correct dohicky (gimbal perhaps?)
Now I am out of the dropship and settling into the mothership, I’m expecting a xenomorph to appear. None do.
Some fuzzy details and now the ship is on autopilot back to earth.
More fuzzy details.
The cockpit has detached. I’m on earth and flying along the cable system to the companies headquarters. Once there i’m reporting in but the guy at the reception desk Has no record of my trip. He waves an almost blank A4 sheet of lined paper at me to show me.
I explained/complain the same thing happened when I came out of a 50 year hyper sleep. Reception has trees in pots and was pretty small.
There was a car on pillars as some art installation or memorial.
If you opened the doors, it was literally hell inside. Four spirits were trying to get inside as outside (to them, it was “fucking freezing”).
One of the spirits was trying to fire (<illegible) one of the dream characters to let them into the car.
A sub plot about alien occupation and subterfuge was also present.
Driving around on mountain roads. Everyone (planet wide) was nervous/scared, or something like that as they were being mentally impacted on by blue/green aliens who were set up in a desert somewhere.
Space expedition. Cave with fungus that would turn people into Camembert. Turned one of the group’s wives into cheese a then it showed the hubby a hologram of the wife’s life and encouraged him to kill the rest of the crew so the cheese fungus could live. Quite a long involved dream with the fungus tempting the hubby persistently.
Classroom/café in an Albert Street Primary School room. Liz was there. I was making eyes at her, but not talking. Morphed into a dark house with a fireplace and Jodie Brien telling me Liz R has married again and I say I did not know she’d married previously.