Legit had a dream last night that Thomas the tank engine fell off the railway to the afterlife into purgatory and spent centuries trying to escape a ghost train sweatshop, only to end up back in the real world as a lost and confused human, distraught that his chance at a peaceful train death had been ripped from him.
I don’t know what I did last night to cause this but I need to never do it again.
I’ve only just remembered upon retelling this dream to my friend and had to rush here before I forgot it again. I explicitly remember human Thomas’ last words upon looking morosely out upon feudal Japan were very close to “I did not waste so many of my years to end up back on this miserable planet.”
Like, if this dream had featured humans or frankly ANYTHING other that a sentient train it would have been totally serious. There was not a single funny moment in this dream WHY WAS IT THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE?!
Anonymous asked: your comic makes me feel like the world is going to end but I love it? also do you ever have bad dreams (I get the impression that you do...)
Awh gosh, thank you! I’m… glad? Also yes. I have bad dreams quite frequently. More often I have very strange or straight up surreal dreams (which some people might find scary? idk it depends), but I’ve never been an easy sleeper and sometimes I end up having a very long, complicated dream which I wake up from feeling more exhausted than when I went to bed…
so yeah basically I am tired forever :’D
I would defer from saying that I have nightmares very often though; I reserve that term for the several ‘extremely bad do-not-ever-repeat-ever’ dreams which I can still remember to this day 8|
I’m actually pretty good at remembering my dreams, I’ve taught myself a method to recall them so I can write them down for stories and such.
Last night the world ended but time did as well so then I was stuck as a collection of particles in a solid fragment of space for a while and then I could see I was sort of turning around really slowly and realized I was a gemstone in a pocket watch but then because I realized what I was I broke the pocket watch.
Then there was something about a terrier and having to find a sort of pear I think I got a bit sidetracked.
And I’m sitting here like. I had a dream The Spine married a lizard queen and had a fried chicken baby„ :/
I had a dream where I watch Michael get Mugged by zombies that made me incredibly upset. And then Rabbit wouldn’t stop singing Mambo Italiano, which was okay until it got so loud I could tell where the zombies were and they eventually got me.
YOU CAN ALL TAKE YOUR SPG DREAMS BACK I’M OVER IT.
mine involved being on stage and saxaphones and the spine. everybody can go home.
Sorry chum I’ve got you beat.
So, I was happily enjoying a relatively epic Game of Thrones dream and had just got to the top of the Wall when suddenly DRAGONS ON THE HORIZON, EGADS. So we’re all trying to be stoic and not freak out, and then the dude in the cape next to me says “Oh well, I suppose now is as good as any time” and chucks off his cape and it was Rabbit all along you do not understand how cool that moment was like holy crap dude awesome.
So I’m there flipping out and everyone else is screaming because I mean come on it’s a guy made of metal what the hell, but he just starts singing and then for some reason the Wall collapsed. I can’t remember what happened then but I know I ended up inside the Yellow Submarine at some point and I woke up during having an epic jam session with the robots and the Beatles.
Interesting question- although I debate calling me clever- but yes, I have bad dreams very frequently. I actually wouldn’t call them ‘bad’, so much as 'extraordinarily weird and in retrospect not very nice at all and rather messed up’, but that takes a long time to write so 'bad’ will suffice.
I actually keep a journal of all my most interesting/inspiring dreams, and often as not the ones I remember are the worst ones. One that I really hope I never have again but which was very interesting was the night that I got stuck in a tree. Doesn’t sound that bad, does it? However, you have to account for the fact that I had been to see The Tempest a few nights before, and in the story Ariel (the air nymph, not the mermaid) is contained in a tree for years by an evil enchantress. My brain does not process this in the usual 'oh he gets locked up big deal’ fashion, oh no. I don’t know if I was ill or just particularly hopped up on Shakespeare but the dream was not a good one.
It was nothing short of a full, night-long experience of my lungs splintering every time I took a breath, my veins and arteries being clotted with sap while their walls stiffen out like xylem and phloem, to say nothing of the sensation of my toes extending and softening into damp white roots and my entire nervous system branching out through hundreds of leaves, which were chewed by insects and torn off by birds and ripped away by gales. Eventually I developed a bad case of rot halfway down what had been my shins, which was just about the most unpleasant thing in the whole situation; having this patch of disease just eating away at me without at rhyme or reason and with no means of doing anything about it. I think it ended when some guys with chainsaws showed up to cut me down but I woke up before it got too out of hand.
… That one sentence was far too long but you get the gist.
So last night I had a dream where I got pulled into the TV screen like in Persona 4, but then my room mate turned on the Wii to watch netflix so I ended up in the internet instead. I reorganized all the movies so there were all these cool obscure animated features in the top spots and then I nearly got crushed in a game of tetris.
After that there was some other stuff but when I ended up in tumblr I just ended up falling for infinity because there is no end to the scrolling, so it was like that part in Alice in Wonderland, but instead of there being maps and cool furniture it was all Portal 2 and Batman posts. Some of the gifs saw me falling past and waved and stuff and I was just like aksjdaksd I’m falling you assholes jeez >T
Eventually I got grabbed by a Buster Keaton gif and I have no regrets in having dream-hugged my icon near to death (and damnit can’t I do that every day?). I was pretty dizzy now though so I asked him how to get out, which was really hard because we both had to keep looping every three seconds, and he just shoved me backwards and I came sailing out of my laptop screen and fell off the desk in a pile of pixels.
I was brushing them off when I got hit over the head by a chair by my roomie, who was freaking the hell out and asking who I was and telling me to get out. Naturally I was a bit confused and tried reasoning but she wouldn’t talk to me after that, so I checked in the mirror and I’d been spat back out as Mod. After that it was a total mess- I kept running into people who wouldn’t believe who I was or what had happened, and when it rained I nearly short circuited and had to run into an electrics store to reabsorb some static.
Not quite sure how it ended (I think I was trying to find another TV or computer to jump into) but holy crap that was awesome let’s do it again sometime brain. I want a sequel to this shit.
