In this dream, among other things, Yunaris invited me into an Ulduar 10 PUG.

Tiinalria had to say about this, “Behave well, and you’ll dream that he invited you into a TOTC 25 PUG!”

I was engaged in a scenario based on The Dark Knight, in which the Joker was immortal in the style of Jack Harkness and C.C. — making him much scarier to me than he was in the movie.

I was about to complain about this plot element within the dream. “Where’s your crusade for realism, Nolan?”

I had a dream that I was discussing Mayakovsky with my former literature teacher.

Involved me navigating through a long, complex system of hallways, playing how my imagination conceived Left 4 Dead. (I never actually played it.)

Also, in the dream, I had an uncanny mental image of Lucy Lawless with blonde hair. I wanted brain bleach. After waking up, I read on Wikipedia that her hair is naturally blonde, and was dyed black for Xena. Gah.

This is the second dream I remember in which I was Arika from Mai-Otome. I came in my Robe to Garderobe at night to find it abandoned, with only Nina there. She loaned me a “Robe repair kit”, with whose help I fixed mine.

I criticized the design of Robes, pointing out that they’re revealing. “And Mahya only has one here (pointing at my nipples) and here (pointing at my hips)!” Then I went to a drawer to look for a blank CD to burn some information on it, and threw away a few broken ones. Then I thought about Putin and Medvedev, and woke up.

I was walking around the Trade Center, staring at female clothing departments like hypnotized. After that, there was some weird stuff with trains that doesn’t really need to be described.

The happenings, however, led me to the thought that voice-controlled window insulation can be a source of useful amusement. I commanded the insulation on my window to unwrap and form geometric figures. Then I heard about a creepy young Japanese professor using it to create a pet loli (definite Excel Saga influence here). So I went to the kitchen and said, “I want this insulation to unwrap and coalesce into the girl of my dreams!”

Nothing happened in the kitchen, so, disappointed, I was returning to my room, but took a peek into my brother’s room, which, in the dream, was strangely devoid of furniture. By one of the walls stood a black-haired girl about a head shorter than me.

“What’s your name?” I asked, hugging her. “Maia,” she replied. At this point, I found myself dropping out of the dream, since I could feel thinking for her. And naturally, I woke up immediately afterwards.

This dream was a “what-if” scenario for Code Geass, in which Lelouch never met C.C. and never received his Geass.

So in the dream, Lelouch and Suzaku found themselves together against Britannia, then were sent into outer space (onto an orbital station?). Meanwhile, C.C. was brought to the Emperor and treated him and V.V. in the same creepy-cool-deadpan manner as Lelouch in the actual show. And still meanwhile, in Area 11, Governor Nunnally proved herself uncooperative with the people backing her, so they tried to replace her with one of themselves and were met with public protests chanting Nunnally’s name.

Among other things I don’t remember, Roland has made sketches of Rollette alongside his real appearance.

Rollette’s face was much rounder.

Some Doctor Who plot, involving me interacting with the Tenth Doctor in a vaguely futuristic building with forking corridors. It involved a temporal anomaly, involving me relaying information from a future version of the Doctor to a past version.

In a relatively recent dream, I was Lelouch trying to escape some kind of grim ghetto that has just been bombarded and left me cut off from my allies. Along the way, I found Ohgi and Kallen, and together we made way through the dark crumbling corridors to what was apparently a child labor factory combined with a school.

I entered through a narrow window-like passage leading to a ramp descending to the factory floor. As I saw the children gather around the ramp, I geassed them to “make way”, and they did as I slid down.

Later on, just for amusement, I geassed a random kid to “drop down your pants and whizz on the teacher”, and he did. It was no doubt inspired by this article.

While I’m at it, the earlier dream’s “ignore me” Geass command gave me the idea for an original Geass power to give to an original character in a Code Geass fanfic that I, in the end, may or may not write depending on the mood.

The dream began with scenes involving me meeting Code Geass‘s Schneizel, Cornelia, and Euphemia.

Later, I apparently had a second home in Akademgorodok. Not only that, but I didn’t bother taking a transport from my actual home there and just walked the whole distance on foot; it seemed shorter in the dream than in real life.

When I reached that apartment, which was in an old two-story building, I found Russell T. Davies there and was going to ask him various questions about Doctor Who, most particularly about his inspirations and plot twists. However, before I got the chance, my parents came, and I had to part with him.

Later on, I came to the backyard, where I met a gang of typical repulsive, unsophisticated tough street boys. They took light blue paper packs of male hormones, while I took a pink paper pack of female hormones, “portrayed” (I guess) completely unrealistically as a powder in the style of dry drinks (Zuko) that were popular in early 90s Russia. After I poured its contents into my mouth, I woke up.

What’s with all the plane malfunctions, anyway? In this dream, my mother had to take over as the pilot, with zero experience, and land a passenger plane in a forest in the middle of nowhere. And succeeded.

There was one memorable part that I, sadly, forgot since morning.

The other memorable part: I was browsing a wiki article on Tracy Duncan, only to find out that she changed her name to Evelyn Evermorne, the infobox picture was of her standing on a beach right beside the water, and there was another picture of her standing at the same place in a different pose and eating something. At the top of that, the article for some reason contained sections on character analysis of Suzaku and Lelouch, in that order. I contributed to the Lelouch section.

Three dreams in a row were related to Death Note, Code Geass, and then Death Note again.

1. My imagination’s attempt at envisioning the post-Yotsuba arc, since I stopped watching after L’s death. The investigation team used to gather in a room suspiciously resembling my grandmother’s kitchen. In the dream’s Death Noteverse, not only was Light the second L, but L’s real name was also Light.
2. Me as Zerolouch, discussing battle plans with Kallen in a dark room, surrounded by the rest of the Black Knights.
3. Something else I don’t remember.

I will refrain from reposting yesterday’s dream in detail, especially since the scene it ended on (and I woke up to) was quite squicky even by this blog’s standards.

Both it and today’s dream heavily revolved around the quasi-Akademgorodok stock dream setting, with its complicated traffic routes, buses, and buildings based on real locations. Not only that, but the coastline of the Ob Sea was molded (keywords for a previous dream recalled when writing this: Berd Highway; two-way train; incomplete bridge; wet island) with a pseudo World of Warcraft coast, apparently loosely based on Desolace and Feralas, with weird zone borders like in most of Kalimdor.

A weird detail that particularly struck was me introducing my grandmother to some kind of deep immersion Diablo II in the draenei starting zone.

In Sunday’s dream, I approached my grandmother in our kitchen and, bending to her ear to avoid my brother overhearing, whispered her the confession about Maia. I remembered that on Sunday when returning from work and was horrified of the thought that it may have occurred for real — but thankfully, I realized that it was a dream.

In Monday’s dream, Luda returned home (why do I keep dreaming about that?), and we met in a really huge supermarket where almost everything imaginable was being sold, and continued shopping together.

After quite a long delay in posting, with a multitude of various dreams (including one in which I was my WoW character), now that I’m back to work, I’m going to post dreams on a regular basis again.

In Friday’s dream, I visualized a scene from the yet-unposted chapter 6 of the fanfic “2008”.

Saturday’s dream was vaguely SF-themed. I made a bet with a well-known thief that I’ll be able to steal a certain set of documents from a government research facility (crossed with a university, and suspiciously resembling my old school, which often appears in my dreams) faster than him. To achieve this, I used a stealth generator first (I appeared translucent to myself whenever I used it), but it was unreliable and kept failing. Then I resorted to Geassing people to “ignore me”. Weirdly, whenever I used Geass, I placed my middle and index fingers above and below my left eye, like Sailor Moon’s V gesture. Eventually, an old professor told me the location of the documents out of his free will — they turned out to be completely unguarded, lying in a locker with a certain number.

…works hard for a living… Sorry.

There were three distinct scenes in this dream.

1. I was comparing OpenOffice.org Writer to another word processor (probably AbiWord), wondering which one to continue writing a story in.
2. My cheek was red from excessive shaving.
3. I went to London with my grandmother, for an unspecified reason. It looked basically like depicted in Doctor Who. Then I dragged her to a DVD/book shop to see if I can find something not available in Russia… and among other desirable things, including some computer literature, found a complete Stargate DVD collection. It also turned out that the salespeople could speak Russian, which they switched to after I stumbled a lot speaking English.

There was apparently something going on before — but I don’t remember that part.

The very last scene, just before waking up, was a reenactment of the scene in Ivan Vasilievich where Bunsha and Miloslavsky, stranded in the palace, put on their disguises. I was Bunsha, and Miloslavsky dressed me as Ivan the Terrible in an almost exact parallel to the movie, down to the headband.

And after that, that was when the scene diverged. An advisor (looking like someone I’ve seen in real life, although I don’t remember who that is) arrived in the throne room, leading some kind of foreign guest, probably an ambassador. They were both dressed in the modern fashion and shook hands with me.

At this point, I was waken up by the alarm clock, but the mental images took a few seconds to fade away.

As I was waiting for something (possibly a teacher) with my ex-classmates, we decided to play (ice) hockey with extremely small teams, two versus two. I scored a goal effortlessly and then wondered, “Why do I progress so quickly in everything I try? What am I, Haruhi Suzumiya?” (This isn’t true in real life. While I do grasp some skills fairly intuitively, their number is very limited.)

After that, something else happened. That “something else” was the very first thing I remembered upon waking up, but now I can’t remember it. Maybe later.

There was also a dream loop involving my grandmother’s kitchen intermixed with some other setting.

Two parts embedded in my memory. One consisted of me talking to Luda by phone and suggesting to meet behind her (now former) house, while I was somehow in my grandmother’s former apartment. Later, we actually met in some kind of dusty room, but I don’t remember what we talked about after that.

I won’t reveal the other, completely unrelated, part.