last night's dream

...but not at videogames man.

So a bunch of us were out in the street of this suburban neighborhood (and now that I think about it, I think it was my front yard when I lived in Hayward years ago) checking out shooter art and videos on this giant projector screen. Proper TATE mode, of course. Even in my dreams I guess.

Anyway mode seemed to be conducting the entire affair, and had one of those slide projector buttons in his hand. There was a pretty good crowd going too. There were videos, concept art etc.

I was walking up toward the screen from the back, when some guy said something like "whoa, you've gotta see this" so I came around to where I could see. The video was having trouble loading or something. One of the onlookers said something like "hey, shouldn't we get some music?" mode7 replied dryly (forget exactly what he said though) The guy suggested something, and mode said "well every time I've tried that it's ended up costing me hundreds of dollars" without looking up. Somebody (possibly Click_Stick) had a positive word about some dai-ou-jou style preproduction art about here.

Then things sort of jump- a woman (some sort of authority figure, clipboard-style) comes up and is saying something, maybe to do with the music which we were playing to accompany the visuals. Now I'm sitting on the porch, watching this happen out on the lawn area. As she's walking back to her truck, out of nowhere this insane black woman bursts onto the scene threatening the clipboard bearer. Both of them had head to toe jean jacket outfits on. Clipboard starts walking towards her car (damn fast too), looking over her shoulder. But that woman was having none of that.

She approaches Clipboard from behind, forcing her to run around and double back. The crazy one starts in with these crazy Tai-Kwan-Do kicks and punches, but mostly roundhouse kicks to the head. Now they're over right in front of me by the porch. mode apparently teleported as well, now he's standing about 15 feet to my left with a drink in his hand, minding his own business. Having dropped Clipboard to the ground she looks at mode saying "oh you want some now?" and she's still in her fighting stance and all that. mode says "no, no.."

Clearly she didn't buy that, as she proceeded to punch him in the gut with a sickening crunch. Maybe another punch in the face and he went down. She starts walking back (right in front of me now), and suddenly turns to look down at me (I'm still sitting at the bottom of the stairs watching all this). She just looks at me like "don't even think about it."

I slowly give her the international sign for "I'm not making a damn move," but it's too late. The slow motion kicks in as she punches me hard in the stomach, then once in the face. As the dream fades into reality I notice that she was pregnant.


..anyway I woke up to type this so back to bed.

That was THE single most fascinating thing there's been to read around these parts in a damn long time. I'm putting that on file. Hilarious.


I guess it's not too weird to mention my dream about another member now. It's hardly fascinating and I can't remember much, but:

It was Sl1p. He sat down in front of a monitor with a beatmania IIDX controller skillfully propped up against his legs. I said "you play sitting down too?" [At home, I always sit on my rug and play games.]

And that's all I remember.

If i am gonna be in aurura's dream i am gonna kill myself. only dream i have had of another board member is shadowed but i'm not gonna post that, too graphic for some of our younger members.

I don't dream about any of you people.

I think I'm spending too much time here.

That sounds like pretty much every dream I have.

Except it doesn't involve anybody from TNL, there are tons of women everywhere, and we're all having sex.

What did everyone look like? Their avatar with little legs and arms?

~Mr. K~

That's what I was going to say. How the hell did you know who was who?

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Originally posted by cigsthecat
...but not at videogames man.

So a bunch of us were out in the street of this suburban neighborhood (and now that I think about it, I think it was my front yard when I lived in Hayward years ago) checking out shooter art and videos on this giant projector screen. Proper TATE mode, of course. Even in my dreams I guess.

Anyway mode seemed to be conducting the entire affair, and had one of those slide projector buttons in his hand. There was a pretty good crowd going too. There were videos, concept art etc.

I was walking up toward the screen from the back, when some guy said something like "whoa, you've gotta see this" so I came around to where I could see. The video was having trouble loading or something. One of the onlookers said something like "hey, shouldn't we get some music?" mode7 replied dryly (forget exactly what he said though) The guy suggested something, and mode said "well every time I've tried that it's ended up costing me hundreds of dollars" without looking up. Somebody (possibly Click_Stick) had a positive word about some dai-ou-jou style preproduction art about here.

Then things sort of jump- a woman (some sort of authority figure, clipboard-style) comes up and is saying something, maybe to do with the music which we were playing to accompany the visuals. Now I'm sitting on the porch, watching this happen out on the lawn area. As she's walking back to her truck, out of nowhere this insane black woman bursts onto the scene threatening the clipboard bearer. Both of them had head to toe jean jacket outfits on. Clipboard starts walking towards her car (damn fast too), looking over her shoulder. But that woman was having none of that.

She approaches Clipboard from behind, forcing her to run around and double back. The crazy one starts in with these crazy Tai-Kwan-Do kicks and punches, but mostly roundhouse kicks to the head. Now they're over right in front of me by the porch. mode apparently teleported as well, now he's standing about 15 feet to my left with a drink in his hand, minding his own business. Having dropped Clipboard to the ground she looks at mode saying "oh you want some now?" and she's still in her fighting stance and all that. mode says "no, no.."

Clearly she didn't buy that, as she proceeded to punch him in the gut with a sickening crunch. Maybe another punch in the face and he went down. She starts walking back (right in front of me now), and suddenly turns to look down at me (I'm still sitting at the bottom of the stairs watching all this). She just looks at me like "don't even think about it."

I slowly give her the international sign for "I'm not making a damn move," but it's too late. The slow motion kicks in as she punches me hard in the stomach, then once in the face. As the dream fades into reality I notice that she was pregnant.


..anyway I woke up to type this so back to bed.

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I believe the interpretation of that dream is that Mode 7, to you, represents an authority figure (as evidenced by his being central to the proceedings, and holding an object of power) based on his knowledge and mastery of a topic you hold in great regard (as evidenced by the enraptured crowd your dreamscape created).

The angry man complaining about the lack of sound (which could mean any feature related to the "show" -ie. shooters, like graphics, play mechanics, etc.) represents the general dissatisfaction and apathy with which the gaming community at large regards shmups.

Unfortunately, on one level you recognize that there is something inherently frivolous and irresponsible about the subject at hand - it represents something of a return to your childhood, a notion backed up by the fact that this demonstration takes place in your childhood neighbourhood. First the protesting woman breaks in, holding a clipboard, which is a totem of power, rationality and responsibilty. She may represent the initial discouragement you recieved from society, "girls who are not impressed", in particular, or maybe teachers, regarding being all hard-core over videogames.

The initial discouragement gives way to flat-out hostility as the figure of the pregnant Tae Kwon Do black woman breaks in, disrupting and harming the crowd who once held the projection scene in high regard (and shattering the source of Mode's public respectability and awe). This progression of events may represent you aging, and growing into a world which demands more of you. I believe the crowd in this capacity is a reflection of childhood friends with whom you shared a love of games, who were forced by the world to abandon them as "frivolous" in order to be accepted.

The black woman, being pregnant, identifies her as a grounded mother figure - quite possibly a representation of Gaia, or the world in general, and more specifically an anthropomorphic embodiment of the reponsibilty you feel toward living up to your mother's expectations of you with regard to becoming a responsible, grounded adult. Black mothers are often represented in media as being stern, no-nonsense types, which would serve to to back up the notion of her being a representation of a world which has little respect for expending so much psychic energy on what it considers frivolous, childish hobbies. Her martial arts display is a physical representation of the damage such consternation and disapproval can have on one who holds Ikaruga in such high regard, and/or who finds it difficult to conform to the wishes of a materialistic, success driven society.

Or maybe you smoked something you shouldn't have before you went to bed. I don't know, I'm not a psychiatrist.

Wow, that completely outclasses my "Cigs has the hots for Mode" analysis.

[edit] Wow, that completely outclasses my OMG Cigs am buttsex0r Mode7 LOL. I suck. :(