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A dream I had last night

des. 1, 2011, 5:55am

I had a very vivid dream last night. It was about a group of friends, and I was in that group, staying in a rather delapidated old house. I'm talking holes in floorboards, wallpaper peeling off the wall, doors with old brown paint flaking off and some hanging off their hinges.

We split up to sleep in separate rooms after having had a meal which included a bowl of custard.

I ended up talking to someone who knew the history of the house and the local area. She told me the real horror of the place was the custard. She conjured up the image in my mind of a bowl of custard that tracks one down; a bowl of custard that appears, intact, outside your front door.

In a fearful panic I suggested we rouse everyone and warn them of the danger of the bowl of custard.

As we found the others we discovered most of them having sex with people who hadn't been there originally, and some of them were in quite perverse activities. I filed list away for later processing and told everyone, in their separate locations, about the custard.

I was dreading finding a bowl of custard at the front door and fearfully opened the door. There was no custard there but I knew it was only a matter of time.

At this point I woke up. I felt I need to visit the bathroom but I didn't want to move out from under the duvet. It was cold out there; and dark!

The tragedy is that I love custard. How could it do this to me?

des. 1, 2011, 8:41am

Perverted sex and custard?

This is a dream for anyone who ever wondered what, exactly, they did with the wet lettuce and the egg whisk in 'Allo 'Allo'.

des. 1, 2011, 9:04am

a bowl of custard that tracks one down; a bowl of custard that appears, intact, outside your front door.

A horror story just for you, Peter: Norman Lindsay, The magic pudding

Editat: set. 27, 2015, 4:11am

#2 "Allo Allo" is one of my favourite programmes. We have the boxed set.

We also have the "Secret Army" boxed set. This is the serious series that "Allo Allo" was based on; or not, if you're one of the writers of "Allo Allo" trying to deny any enfringements.

#3 Thanks for that, Lola. I don't think I'll ever be able to think of desserts in the same way again. My Christmas could be terrifying.

des. 1, 2011, 10:26am

I had been thinking that this thread could start a discussion on scary dreams people have had, but now it could branch into horror stories in which food features as part of the terror.

Tapioca Terror; The Cucumber Murders; Murder on the Rue Rice Pudding; Bananas at Midnight

des. 1, 2011, 5:55pm

I can't remember ever having a scary dream about food; but I had an unpleasant one. Some years back I dreamed about eating a really tough steak - my teeth could hardly make any impression on it. The pain woke me - and, perhaps, the taste of blood. Took weeks for the side of my tongue to heal up.

des. 1, 2011, 6:08pm

#5 - I've been trying to think of Gothic tales involving food but the only one I remember is M. R. James's Casting the Prunes.

des. 2, 2011, 4:28am

#6 Ouch!

#7 lol :-)

des. 2, 2011, 6:55am


Wow... I've had some bizarre dreams, but... Wow...

I'm glad this group can facilitate this level of sharing. :D



(Incidentally, why am I such a push-over for the puns?! I refer you all to my god-awful (and yet food-related!) post (45) in the 'interesting editions' thread, heaven help me...)

Editat: des. 2, 2011, 7:12am

7 (Further)

Sorry, I just can't help myself:

The Rime of the Ancient Marinara
The Purloined Fritter
The Tell-Tale Tart

(Actually, that last sounds a bit like a dirty movie, come to think of it...)

des. 2, 2011, 7:14am

9 lol I suppose if your request were to be actioned the person concerned would have to use a potato-gun.

des. 2, 2011, 7:15am

(Actually, that last sounds a bit like a dirty movie, come to think of it...)

or a kiss-&-tell feature in the Sunday papers.

des. 3, 2011, 6:24pm

The Coulis of Cthulhu

des. 3, 2011, 9:17pm

From http://www.smartgirl.org/fun-stuff/dreamdictionary.html:

"If you dream of being chased or eaten by food items, you are trying to avoid a situation in real life that involves strong emotions."

From http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/c4.htm:

"To see or eat custard in your dream represents your appreciation for the little things in life. It also indicates that your life is full of richness, sweetness and nurturance."

From http://en.mimi.hu/dreams/custard.html:

"Seeing or eating custard in a dream, foretells that you will meet a stranger, who will in time become a warm friend." (don't see the connection, myself).

YouTube 'Custard Dreams': http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yqjAmSbgf0

I've been trying without success to track down a picture - it may have been a satire on the Prince Regent by Gilray or the like - of a fat person dreaming of being haunted by the ghosts of all the stuff he'd eaten. Anyone know what I'm trying to remember?

des. 4, 2011, 6:11am


I kept trying to think of a Lovecraft one! That's perfect!

I have to say I've spent more time thinking up Gothic food puns in the last few days than I have on my Hamlet paper due Monday. Oh boy...

Here's to procrastination. (I'll drink to that...)

des. 4, 2011, 6:18am

#14 rankamateur

I love the Brainiac video and I can't argue with any of the quotations.

ag. 22, 2012, 6:41pm

Last night, a woman I loved very much had a hole in her chest. I don't know if it was from bullet or knife or whatever; and I couldn't remember her name - I kept trying different ones, trying to hit on the right one. I had to press down hard on the wound with both hands to try to stop the bleeding and at the same time struggle to give her mouth to mouth to make her breathe.

Then people came and dragged me up to my feet and, looking down, I could see that she'd been dead a long time and was really dessicated and rotting.

And then I had the chilling, black, absolute conviction that my life was to all intents and purposes over and I was going to spend the rest of my days locked up in a little cell.

Seems a bit of a harsh punishment for reading some Lovecraft and a few Gothic poems yesterday evening. Damn dream woke me up in a cold sweat three-o-clock this morning.

ag. 22, 2012, 6:47pm

That was nasty. Hope you have a better night tonight.

I rarely have bad dreams, but I remember one from years ago. I was cornered by a black labrador while "CROWLEY CROWLEY CROWLEY" was chanting in the background.

ag. 22, 2012, 8:07pm

#18 - Oops! - If you say his name three times ...

The Great Beast is coming for you!

ag. 23, 2012, 1:16pm

> 19
it certainly felt that way at the time!

nov. 14, 2014, 7:21am

I had a dream last night, with an extra layer of weirdness.

It involved an old town with winding lanes and an old building - a pub or some such - multistoried, with winding passages, rooms with sloping floors, underground tunnels. This year I visited the prehistoric copper mines on the Great Orme in North Wales, and some of the narrower tunnels there seem to have got into it, and some of the fallen, Gothic masonry on display at Tintern Abbey, also the rickety wrought-iron staircase in The Haunting (1963).

I was struggling to find some friends, first of all - no idea who, then struggling to find my way out, and having all sorts of disturbing adventures and meetings with various people - which I won't go into.

Then I thought it would make the basis of a great Gothic tale and I sketched out a rough outline in my mind.

I eventually got so exhausted by my wanderings that I couldn't stand and ended up lying on a ledge, just a few feet above a floor I was trying to reach. Just as I'd realised I could just roll over and drop to the floor, various little details made it dawn on me that I must be asleep and in my bed here at home, and just about to roll myself into a drop to the floor in reality.

So I woke myself up and immediately wrote the whole thing down. Three closely-lined foolscap pages of small handwriting - it's going to be the devil to transcribe as I had pen and paper beside the bed, but no reading-glasses.

Now then, here's the extra layer of weirdness. Who thought up that story? The basic framework is quite unrelated to the dream, but the dream will fit into it well. Did I partly wake in the night and think it up and then go back to my dream? One quickly forgets a dream in the first short time after waking, but I certainly seem to 'remember remembering' (hope that makes sense) the 'me' in the dream take time out from 'my' wanderings to think about the story. So, did I not only dream a dream, but dream a story based on it as well?

As I said - weird.

nov. 14, 2014, 10:43am

I don't often have bad dreams, but I had a distinctly cthulhoid one a few years ago: I was crawling through deserted port facilities trying to avoid a fishman (which seemed a natural enough sort of thing to be doing), while being uncomfortably aware that something - exactly what I knew but dared not think of - lurked down beneath the black harbour water.

Funny thing is, near as I can recall I hadn't read or watched anything Weird or Lovecraftian the evening before.

nov. 14, 2014, 10:53am

>21 alaudacorax: & >22 AndreasJ:

At least there was no custard at the front door.

feb. 14, 2015, 9:21am

Yesterday, apparently, I managed to get through Friday the 13th without the farting demons getting loose from the cwtch under the stairs. I didn't escape unscathed, though: must have gripped the parrot a bit too tightly in my sleep and now I've got a hole in my thumb, very sore. I've really got to stop falling asleep in front of the telly ...

And no, I can't tell you any more about the farting demons - bloody thumb and pissed-off parrot drove them quite out of my mind at the time and I've now got only the vaguest memory.

feb. 15, 2015, 3:31pm

>24 alaudacorax:

I've actually worked out where that one came from.

I'd forgotten that a week or so back I spent a lazy evening in front of Netflix - a few episodes of 'Doctor Who', including the 'Aliens of London' one with the farting aliens, and some 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' - always the odd demon there, of course. Add to that my first attempt at making my own hummus ... and the chickpeas looked so innocent ... plus a previous frustrating hour or two spent repairing the folding door on said cwtch under the stairs.

I'd love to know why there was a several days' gap before all that resulted in the dream, though. Presumably the subconscious was churning away at it all, but I definitely wasn't aware of that.

Editat: feb. 15, 2015, 3:44pm

>25 alaudacorax: I'd love to know why there was a several days' gap before all that resulted in the dream, though. Presumably the subconscious was churning away at it all, but I definitely wasn't aware of that.

"...subconscious...I definitely wasn't aware of that"

There's a clue in the word, "subconscious".


feb. 16, 2015, 10:46pm

>26 pgmcc:

I find it a fascinating subject: can there be things going on in the subconscious during waking hours that one is completely unaware of, or are these things confined to churning round in the dreams night after night, without being remembered unless one is quite fortuitously woken during a particularly appropriate spell of dreaming? I find it difficult to believe that Doctor Who and Buffy can be getting up to who knows what in my subconscious during my waking hours, completely below my radar.

Editat: oct. 28, 2016, 4:59am

Yet again my mind boggles at what must be going on in my subconscious:

Woke this morning, then drifted back off for a while ... to dream I was skinning one of my feet with my fingers and nails - that brought me wide awake with a bit of a start ...

It seemed a quite ordinary thing to be doing, at first, and only after a few moments slewed over into being quite a weird thing.

ETA - I don't mean scraping the skin off with my nails - I actually dreamt of making incisions with my nails and then sliding my fingers under the skin to pull it off in big, bloody pieces.

oct. 28, 2016, 1:30pm

>28 alaudacorax: Was there any custard involved?

oct. 28, 2016, 1:33pm

We had a dinner guest last night who was telling us of a French saying that, as far as I could make out with my broken French and her broken English, is, "He is wrapped up in his own skin." She was referring to her husband.

Perhaps you were simply relaxing inyour dream.

Editat: ag. 24, 2017, 3:04am

I woke up in my bed early this morning all tangled up with a skeleton with the flesh not quite rotted off it, and with a sheep bleating loudly near by.

Oddly, I didn't panic or leap out of bed or anything, just concentrated on waking myself up (a second time, I suppose). Or I may have dreamed I woke myself up ...

... because then I dreamed that 'I', very bravely, stayed behind to fight back loads of skeletons with a broadsword while 'I' made my getaway. Work that one out ...

I was channel-hopping yesterday evening and caught a few minutes of Bones with a film-prop broadsword in it, and there was a skeleton in the same programme or another channel - cop show, anyway. Don't know where the sheep came from, though. Unless it was an echo of childhood - where I grew up there were hundreds of the things practically running wild.

Anyway, I had to give up trying to sleep and get got up early, because I was just lying there mentally composing LibraryThing posts.

ag. 24, 2017, 3:43am

>31 alaudacorax: I blame the sheep. Sheep are never as innocent as they let on.

ag. 9, 2018, 3:50pm

Fascinating reading! I wish I could remember more of my dreams since nightmares and other such seem to evaporate with the dawn. Tried recording thoughts on a bedside notebook, but it remains blank. Might try less Guinness and more Tiramisu.

ag. 10, 2018, 4:24am

>33 frahealee:
Guinness and Tiramisu?

Great combo!

ag. 10, 2018, 6:31am

Okay - my mind is boggled. Guinness and Tiramisu? I suspect just the thought will give me bad dreams ...

ag. 10, 2018, 7:26am

>35 alaudacorax: Bad dreams are better than no dreams.

Did I get that right or is my mind adled by the Brexiteers claim that no deal is better than a bad deal?

Editat: ag. 10, 2018, 8:44am

>34 pgmcc: My word! This has turned into a great game of 'telephone' but with mangled context. I do fear that the more I try to explain myself, the more mangled the image!

I made reference to Tiramisu in place of custard. Not sure I've ever had straight up custard, although I remember my mother's trifle fondly. Is that an ingredient? Tiramisu is just my own substitution, since I can picture it and taste the mocha, etc. It is familiar to me, comforting, but isn't that what becomes a surprising contradiction in a bad dream, when something we love turns into something we dread?

The Guinness was prescribed to me for perpetual low iron, one bottle each afternoon during summer months. It is supposed to help with insomnia as well. Lots of health benefits to pep up muscle fatigue and replenish frayed nerves. Aquaman (Jason Momoa) swears by it!

Anyhoo, my idea was to try less of what's good for me (healthy beer, who knew?!) and more of what's bad for me (the dessert), to prompt some weird and wonderful dreamscape. Will see if it works. And Guinness is said to have some kind of chocolate property in its flavour description, so might do a taste test of the combo after all haha! Thanks for the idea =D Weekend indulgence forthcoming ...

ag. 10, 2018, 6:48pm

>37 frahealee: You have touched on an interesting controversy. The subject of custard being an ingredient of trifle.

I grew up in a house where trifle consisted of jelly, fruit cocktail and trifle sponge. In my insular existence I occasionally came across people who put custard on top of the trifle and even when as far as putting hundreds-and-thousands on top of the set custard. We considered people who did that as either posh or pretentious.

Now, there are people who would declare that trifle is not trifle without the custard and hundreds-and-thousands. I still prefer our poor person's trifle, but I do not refuse a trifle with custard and sprinkles on top.

It was common practice in hospitals in Northern Ireland when I was growing up to give patients who need building up a bottle of Guinness in the evening as a tonic. I recall the practice being ceased at one stage on the basis of serving an alcoholic beverage in state hospitals might be considered inappropriate. You have to remember that Northern Ireland was quite a strict area in relation to alcohol. Pubs used to be forbidden to open on Sundays and I remember all the children's playgrounds being locked up and the swings chained together and padlocked on Sundays. Playing on Sunday was regarded as a sin and was hence forbidden.

Have nice weekend end and enjoy your Guinness soaked tiramisu.

By the way, there is a craft beer chain of pubs in Dublin called The Porterhouse. One of their stouts is chocolate flavoured. Another is strawberry flavoured.

I do not quit understand craft beers. They always strike me as being too sweet.

ag. 10, 2018, 6:50pm

This has reminded me of an old joke from when I was at primary school:

Q: What is yellow and dangerous?

A: Shark invested custard.

Editat: ag. 11, 2018, 8:45am

> 38 Again, who knew?! I have sampled the spectrum; plain canned fruit cocktail on lemon loaf with a dollop of Reddy Whip with juice sopped up effectively, layered trifle in glass bowls to get full effect of the sponge cake and strawberries and instant vanilla pudding (in place of custard) and Cool Whip, and lastly the homemade jams spread between layers of golden bundt cake with fruit stashed in the middle and the whole thing glopped with either pudding or whipped cream. I assumed it was Mum's product availability that dictated the outcome, rather than a set recipe. This is likely why my Italian father did most of the cooking and taught me by sight. No books allowed in the kitchen!

I had planned to wash down the Tiramisu with the Guinness, as both arrive at my door ready-made. I despise finite portions so don't often bake. Stovetop suffices. No froth/foam soaked sponge cake here. =D Perhaps stout in the crockpot?

My sisters and I wore our Sunday best each week, which was not allowed anywhere near a park back in the 60s/70s, although our playground equipment wasn't padlocked. Tough crowd! Civilized family picnics after a leisurely drive was as rebellious as we got. Maybe a trek with binoculars to find an elusive Grosbeak!

Also, awoke today with an image of Christopher Reeve coming at me with a pillow, from a scene in Death Dreams (1991, watched yesterday online). Not at all what was preferred or expected from the gentleman Superman of my youth! Grrrr.

ag. 12, 2018, 6:19am

Very proud of myself that I've lost twelve pounds in the last six weeks or so - frahealee and pgmcc are NOT helping!

Editat: ag. 12, 2018, 6:37am

Oddly, my mother used to make what she called 'trifles' which were much nearer what the supermarkets call 'cream slices' these days - the difference being you could pick a slice up in your hand (if you were careful). It had a fairly stiff layer of custard inside. Or perhaps I'm misremembering what she called the stuff - not unlikely.

Editat: ag. 12, 2018, 8:21am

>41 alaudacorax: Oh well done!! Twelve pounds "over 50" is like 30 pounds when you're age 25. Trust me when I say that kind of food/beverage is not kept in the house, it is a special request that I send my sons out searching for and once it's gone, it's gone. Not usually a dessert person, but this thread made me chuckle and go for it. No dreams last night, scary or secure. So sad. Maybe my REM sleep is gone for good. Where are these ominous sheep?

set. 9, 2018, 9:18am

So here we go …

Woke this morning, groggy and disheveled and thoroughly confused, from a dream featuring Andy Serkis. It was the setting of Inkheart castle where he and the other thugs call home. I was surrounded by these black-wearing creatures, male and female, animal and human, mulling around in terror of the villain, as he tried to teach me a lesson about obedience. And yes, I was bound with duct tape. =)

Now the correlation was obvious, since yesterday my research brought the author's favourite fairy tales into view, her top ten I think. I have not read Inkheart, but as one of the bonus features on the dvd, Funke reads her work, as does the young lady playing Meg. My children and I have watched this film many times, since we are diehard Brendan Fraser fans (he attended high school in Toronto although not born in Cda, since his parents are from here).

One of my favourite lines in the movie is Andy Serkis speaking about duct tape, so not surprised that it sifted into things. Being bound to my chair, unable to move, surrounded by weird characters might be unsettling, but I felt more like I was part of the 'cast' in the movie, so did not feel threatened. It was familiar and enjoyable, but upon waking, I certainly felt an air of menace. Love love love Andy, as a furry beast or as the profound actor/director that he is.

set. 9, 2018, 4:42pm

>44 frahealee: I know how you feel about duct tape. It must be the same way I feel about custard.

I am there for you.

Editat: set. 17, 2018, 1:28pm

>45 pgmcc: And you will be completely to blame if I show up on this thread dreaming about beetle infestation. That might be my favourite scene in The Sorcerer's Apprentice (2010), with Alfred Molina in the deserted antique shop. And of course Fraser in The Mummy (1999) with Vosloo doing his thing.

set. 17, 2018, 1:32pm

>46 frahealee: Wow! 1999? Wow!
I would never have thought it was that long since The Mummy was released.

set. 17, 2018, 6:11pm

OK this isn't a dream but when I visit a new place - and have been around some of it on foot - very often when I go to bed and close my eyes I involuntarily replay the route as a kind of hypnogogic vision. I fully expected this to happen on my visit to Strasbourg.

It didn't, and I don't know why, but one night I found I was experiencing an aural equivalent - disconnected phonemes of French playing in my head.

Editat: set. 17, 2018, 7:33pm

>48 housefulofpaper: Oh I know exactly what you mean! It happened to me in Frankfurt & also in Stuttgart. My friends were busy working in the daytime (this wld be 1993, a bday gift to myself) so I hoofed around on my own with a map (no cells back then) and ran into art galleries, saw my first Picasso and Dali, etc. which was breathtaking and I have never studied art so don't even know their true 'worth' in art history terms, but wowsa, that nightly replay lasted forever. I thought it was my brain's way of trying to process the ludicrous fact that l'il ole me was in Germany, solo, for 3wks. Glad I took photos and kept my brochures because my kids would never believe me. It was the surreal being sifted from the real, leaving behind a dream accomplished in a fashion better than it could have been planned. Those things you don't realize are so meaningful that you would never think to ask for it! It does resemble hallucination I suppose. Happened also after visiting the Black Forest region, but it was more a nightmare because we hit a deer. Blah. Must be a European phenomenon. I didn't feel that way in Kentucky or Buffalo, or Newport/Laguna Beach either. Catalina Island was fun though... have recalled that catamaran many times in my REM sleep sojourns. I did dream in French & German once each, when studying them. Italian never caught on, sadly. Sorry if I'm chatty btw, my Guinness toast to Peter began without The Beetle. Shameful. I think I might be afraid to go to sleep tonight. 8 ( blink blink Oh, and the Reading abbey ruins/jail photo is epic!

Editat: set. 26, 2018, 2:35pm

Here we go again; thought for sure The Gold-Bug or The Mezzotint images would be swarming to the surface, but no, Faulkner won the day.

Somehow, I managed to get myself lost in the swamp, similar to the architect in Absalom, Absalom! when he tears off in no particular direction, only away from the mansion and Sutpen, and the tension mounts when the dogs are set on his trail. Now Hound of the Baskervilles brought me endless nightmares, so this is not surprising. What was funny but terrifying was coming face to face with a frog … it looked like a mix between the gator in The Princess and the Frog (2009) named Louis (for Louis Armstrong, since it played a horn), but without the snout, and the frog in The Ant Bully (2006) that eats the kid and his pals. Blank face, immense, repulsive, gory in the event it ingests you whole. I was trying to hide in the tall grasses, and this thing was sitting back a bit balancing in a 'shrubbery' of some kind, big enough to support him, but not quite a tree. It was the size of a doghouse, and the dragonflies and fireflies swarmed around with mosquitoes in the dusk. It was more toad coloured than frog, but might have been due to the late day setting, and made it quite apparent that my seconds were numbered. Face to face with this thing when I woke up. Argh.

(FYI, duplicate post in The Weird Tradition group dream thread since it's a combo of Southern Gothic/weird)

set. 27, 2018, 4:09am

>50 frahealee:

On the whole, your dream sounds a lot scarier than The Hound of the Baskervilles, but perhaps that's just me.

Editat: set. 27, 2018, 12:21pm

>51 alaudacorax: Well it certainly did linger. I'm waiting for the killer turtle to appear next, since we read Esio Trot recently ; )

Watched Twixt (2011) last night, and expected it to manifest itself, but I got through the night unscathed. The film was the result of a nightmare of FFC and the story kept changing as he worked it around in his head, until he finally had to settle on something. I liked it much better than I was expecting; Val Kilmer as always was credible and convincing and sly funny, Elle Fanning, just wow, with that otherworldly thing she has, narration by Tom Waits, and a convincing young Poe as 'dream mentor'. Even the credits at the end were fun, visually stunning in red, reflecting the heightened sensation throughout, with Val Kilmer's voice crooning out Nosferatu. I hit the pillow happy, and woke up disappointed but I still have high hopes. Sad that FFC's real life loss (his son) was wound into the script, but this was a way of processing it through that nightmare into a creative work of healing. Good on him, and Val for working with his ex- again after he found out during the filming of The Island of Dr. Moreau (1996) that she was divorcing him. Wow, full circle stuff here!

Convoluted thinking pattern … Val Kilmer came to mind, for his portrayal of Mark Twain … which came to mind after rereading The Gold-Bug by Poe and associating the character of Jupiter with that of Jim in Tom Sawyer. Don't ask me why, that's just how it happened. =) Tomorrow my thought process might flow along an alternate estuary entirely!

jul. 14, 2020, 5:42am

I'm not sure if this counts as Gothic, or horror; but anyway ...

First the real world: The laptop I'm posting from is loaded with Ubuntu 20.04 (a Linux system). Yesterday evening I created a virtual machine on it and loaded that with Ubuntu 20.04 too, and customised it exactly like my real system, so I can use it for playing around with some other software without risking wrecking the set-up (which I actually did a couple of days ago---such a pain in the ...) When I went to bed last night I left the virtual system downloading and installing updates.

I woke this morning---I thought; obviously I was wrong---seriously worried whether the virtual me in front of the virtual machine had gone to bed properly last night or sat up in front of the screen all night, and if the latter, would that have the real me knackered all day (again). Also yesterday, I put a new filter in my kitchen filter jug: I was seriously worrying whether this would have altered the virtual machine, perhaps harming the virtual me---what if he/I wasn't even me any more?!!!

I said I was waking, but actually seemed in a loop, gnawing away at those two 'problems' around and around and around, and never quite managing to open my eyes and properly wake up.

jul. 14, 2020, 6:50am

>53 alaudacorax: Whether it is Gothic or not that is a great scenario. Are you sure you have woken up at this stage? This could be a virtual pgmcc responding to you having been greatly affected by your new filter in the filter jug.

jul. 14, 2020, 8:29am

>54 pgmcc:

Er ... that's a thought ...

jul. 22, 2020, 4:39am

I've had the odd food dream. No custard though. It was a movie that soured me on that. (Not that I liked custard too much to begin with anyway.)

I had fallen asleep on my sister couch but was still a little bit awake, or so I thought until I was running around in the factory setting below Isengard (The Two Towers movie, I think) when the orcs etc. are pouring metal to mold swords en masse. Then there was this area making some kinda goo, and it looked like a section out of one of the Conan (Arnold) movies where they were making green people soup. Except it wasn't green people soup and the metal pouring out of the crucibles wasn't metal. It was rib sauce. The orcs were making really big ribs on an assembly line. About this time I woke up and realized that yes, I was asleep, and for some reason I was covered in blankets (my friend had declared that I "looked cold" several times while I was asleep) and that my sister was watching the Food Network. Ribs.

Fun fact! It was Peter Jackson that ruined the custard.

Never been stalked by a bowl of custard though. Question; does anyone here game and does that affect dreams? I've read that it does. If I'm suddenly in a Gothic house with rogue and sinister desserts, I'm making battle plans, and possibly looking for golf clubs. This can work quite well at times.

Another fun fact! I had no idea what a "trifle" was until I worked at Tim Horton's and we started selling them. Nobody else knew what a trifle was so they were often sold under a typo "truffle" depending on who was writing the labels that day. I'd describe a trifle as a layer cake in a cup with weak cake.

jul. 22, 2020, 5:49am

Not sure what sort of "game" you're referring to, but FWIW I've had computer-game based dreams. In particular, I sort of think the end I dreamt to StarCraft (the first game) was more impressive than the one I eventually found the developers actually had provided.

jul. 22, 2020, 6:26am

My mother made trifle quite often - this would be a cheap 1970s/80s version! - sponge fingers in the bottom of a large bowl (sponge fingers not the correctly named Savoyardi biscuits - they are expensive but sponge fingers are cheap! - tinned fruit next, then jelly (jello) over everything. Let it set in the fridge then topped with custard. The traditional top layer of cream was, I think, replaced with "squirty" cream from a can...before that product came on the market, would we have used evaporated milk?? These days, I would hope for some sherry in my trifle, and real cream! (Should mention that individual servings would come out of the big bowl, I didn't have a whole family size trifle to myself).

On the subject of dreams, I've seen footage online where AI has been used to enhance very old film footage - street scenes from the 1890s and such like. Some of it is very sharp while other areas fade off into a kind of fog. It's eerily reminiscent of - not dreams, exactly - I'd guess more like the images retained on just coming back to full consciousness after sleep.

I'm not a gamer but I have noticed that, if I'm in a new environment like a strange town, the streets and architecture are in my head, cetainly when trying to get to sleep even if I can't remember my dreams. It must be the brain processing the new information and it seems reasonable for the game's virtual environment to need processing in the same way.

Editat: jul. 23, 2020, 3:15am

>57 AndreasJ: Not a specific game, no, but gaming in general. Just an article I happened upon in a doctor's office about dreams and gamers. People who spent more than 2 hours a day playing video games were often able to sleep through nightmares and showed fewer signs of distress, the idea supposedly being that we could take on some agency and sort of work around the challenges. Like smashing the bowl of evil custard with something.

Not too familiar with StarCraft. Is that the one with the zerg? Find a way to launch custards into their territory.

jul. 23, 2020, 3:54am

>59 WeeTurtle: smashing the bowl of evil custard

Why do you assume the custard was evil? Just because it had sharks swimming around in it does not mean it was evil.

jul. 23, 2020, 4:12am

>59 WeeTurtle:

Yes, the one with the Zerg.