OldManRupee

VIVID DREAM ALERT. This dream was about me taking part in a japanese gameshow. I was sat in this soundproof booth thing, and it was connected to a few other soundproof booths all in a long line, all separated from each other by dividing walls. When the game started, the first dividing wall to my right lifts up and I see inside the adjoining booth, it contains my sister and she has to somehow describe a film to me without saying certain things so I’ll guess what film it is. The trouble is the first thing she says is “You’ll never get this film, its so obscure”. I try to get her to give me clues, but she just goes &ldq

Very short dream. I dreamed an episode of The Simpsons! It would probably be a weird Treehouse Of Horror episode, because what happened was each time the family went to sleep they’d wake up about 5 years later, covered in dust. This would happen every time they fell asleep, they’d wake up in the close future, stick around long enough to make some gags about how much has changed, then it’d be time for bed again. They obviously wanted to stop this from happening and thought it was the beds doing it, so they went to sleep in the car instead. But they woke up to the future again, that boxer guy Drederrick Tatum knocks on their

So in my dream, I have to visit New York for some sort of school/work project. A few other vague people tag along (I think one might have been my online friend ArsenicNog?), but I don’t really interact with them that much and we all get separate rooms in a hotel. Anyway, everyone’s complaining because for the first few days of the trip we can only go and do this vague work thing all day, then straight back to the room for sleep. No time for sightseeing! But close to the end of the trip I manage to not be as tired at night, so I stay up late taking photos of everything outside my window. Very vivid image of traffic flowing through

So in my dream, I work in some sorta office building. The boss calls me over to introduce me to some Russian businessman and his group of hangers-on, and the Russian takes me down a big flight of stairs to talk alone. “So! I hear they call you King Todd!” “I’m pretty good at coding, sir” I reply. “The best at coding, I am told… Why don’t you come and work with me in Russia? Big pay rise, new house, company car…” I explain that I’d prefer to stay here, and that I should really get back to work. “You don’t have to worry about that any more” Suddenly all