Can this still be real or just some crazy dream?

I’ve had increasingly bizarre dreams the last nights. Tonight I dreamt that I couldn’t sleep for many days because something eerie was haunting me. A terrifying thing was ever approaching and I decided to kill myself to escape the fear. Someone posted pics of my dead body here on the forum. I couldn’t recognise myself because I was dressed in women’s lingerie (crossdressing is not my thing). Afterwards, I saw Dr. Eddies Wingman on a sunny summer day giving a guided tour to other maidenfans. They went to a ruined place where apparently some guy with a short tragic life had lived. I could see his body lying on some stairs, it looked sort of grey and mummified, but I knew it was a product of my imagination. His lifespan was written on a wall: I believe it read 1951-1974 or 1953-1976. Dr. Eddie’s story was quite captivating but I can’t recall what was significant about the deceased guy.
 
A couple of nights ago I dreamt that I was on a desert expedition with a group. We were to spend many days there but I was so thirsty and my throat so dry that I told the others I would be leaving. Else I would’ve just died of dehydration. I woke up, out of breath and mouth as dry as in the dream.

Tonight I dreamt of my garden in summer. We were having a celebration of some sort but there was a bunch of strangers there. Something told me that they don’t have good intentions and made me feel uneasy. The most interesting element in the dream was a powder that expanded into actual space. Each grain of the powder grew exponentially and somehow mixed with the reality around us. It’s the kind of thing I’d never imagine if I didn’t dream about it.
 
Saapanael said:
Afterwards, I saw Dr. Eddies Wingman on a sunny summer day giving a guided tour to other maidenfans. They went to a ruined place where apparently some guy with a short tragic life had lived. I could see his body lying on some stairs, it looked sort of grey and mummified, but I knew it was a product of my imagination. His lifespan was written on a wall: I believe it read 1951-1974 or 1953-1976. Dr. Eddie’s story was quite captivating but I can’t recall what was significant about the deceased guy.
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In fact I have given some members on here a guided tour, but I can't recall us visiting any ruins and as the rubbish tourist guide I am, I don't think I told any very captivating stories either. And it was summer, but not at all sunny. (I think someone commented that I "got everyone soaked").

And the focus of the guided tour turned more and more into finding places where we could watch the Euros and have a few beers before seeing Maiden :D
 
Last night I had a VERY immersive dream. Can't recall much of it, but it felt I was in that world for DAYS. When I woke up it felt like when you just spent 3 years or so watching a show and they pull the BS of "it was all a dream" and back to square one. Had to look around and check my bearings.
 
Last night I dreamed I'd somehow managed to piss off Bruce and he challenged me to a single-shot "head to head" (a normal head to head being the made-for-TV archery round you see at the Olympics). We were to shoot at two very small Ergetec straw bosses, on which no-one had bothered to attach any target faces so the object was simply to get the arrow near the middle of the boss - no scoring as such. Which was good because the "bow" I had to shoot was comprised of a bent twig and a bit of string - the kind of bow you make yourself when you're a kid. No power and not even really drawable, certainly not enough to get an arrow as far as the target. But no-one there knew that I already know how to shoot.

So there I was, knowing I didn't have any chance of winning but game to give it a go, and trying to work out how far I could pull this "bow" before it would snap. Bruce had a proper recurve bow, but had a bad loose or shot off the shelf and his arrow went off to the left (not sure why he was shooting right-handed when he fences left handed, but hey!). Meanwhile I somehow managed to get the arrow off my "bow" and, even more unrealistically, the arrow struck the boss just slightly high left of centre and actually stuck in (although it fell out again a second later, for a touch of realism :D). And Bruce was like "what?!!!?". So then I was a hero :lol:

This is close to being the least plausible Maiden-related dream I have ever had, but it's been a while since I had a Maiden-related dream of any sort so I'll take it ... ;)
 
I dreamed that Donald Trump gave up on challenging the election results and decided to use the last two months of his term for shameless self-aggrandisement. He removed the stars from the American flag and replaced them with his initials "D. J. T." in fancy golden script so Biden would have to be inaugurated under this flag. He then went to the basement of the White House and recorded a hip hop album as "DJ T" because he is after all the first black president. Everyone just went along with, at first ironically, but eventually in a huge national debauchery like the Hebrews dancing around the golden calf. On the last day of his term, Trump committed suicide to avoid legal charges.
 
Perun said:
I dreamed that Donald Trump gave up on challenging the election results and decided to use the last two months of his term for shameless self-aggrandisement. He removed the stars from the American flag and replaced them with his initials "D. J. T." in fancy golden script so Biden would have to be inaugurated under this flag. He then went to the basement of the White House and recorded a hip hop album as "DJ T" because he is after all the first black president. Everyone just went along with, at first ironically, but eventually in a huge national debauchery like the Hebrews dancing around the golden calf. On the last day of his term, Trump committed suicide to avoid legal charges.
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Simultaneously funny and tragic ... :S
 
Perun said:
I dreamed that Donald Trump gave up on challenging the election results and decided to use the last two months of his term for shameless self-aggrandisement. He removed the stars from the American flag and replaced them with his initials "D. J. T." in fancy golden script so Biden would have to be inaugurated under this flag. He then went to the basement of the White House and recorded a hip hop album as "DJ T" because he is after all the first black president. Everyone just went along with, at first ironically, but eventually in a huge national debauchery like the Hebrews dancing around the golden calf. On the last day of his term, Trump committed suicide to avoid legal charges.
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It's a very odd dream considering Germany has its own shit going on right now and a more immediate issue.
 
I was on a holiday with my partner and my stepdaughter. We opted for a time travel to the Middle Ages. There, I showed some people a silly meme and was seized by the Inquisition, declared a heretic and sentenced to death. After some chaotic escape attempts that I can't recollect, the inquisition agreed to let me spend my last day in our apartment with my family, but if I failed to show up to the execution the next day, they'd get my partner and my stepdaughter too. So I went through this whole stages of grief thing very intensively and my partner thought that was hilarious, that I was being dramatic and she couldn't stop laughing. I kept asking her if she's so relaxed about this because she knew how to get me out of this but she denied. When I asked her why she was laughing if I was going to die she just kept laughing. The next day we went into the city and that's where the dream ended.

I like to think that she did have a secret plan that she couldn't let me know about, but man that was tough.
 
Your stepdaughter just provides her smartphone and gives them the look.
Inquisition apologizes and behält sich ruhig.
 
I was in Australia, and everything was great because there were no Covid restrictions, so everyone could socialise, go to concerts, go out for dinner, etc. Except there were venomous spiders everywhere, under the table, on the plates, under the toilet seat. So it wasn't very safe.
 
Brigantium said:
I was in Australia, and everything was great because there were no Covid restrictions, so everyone could socialise, go to concerts, go out for dinner, etc. Except there were venomous spiders everywhere, under the table, on the plates, under the toilet seat. So it wasn't very safe.
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POSSIBLY IT WOULD BE SIMPLER IF I ASKED FOR A LIST OF THE HARMLESS CREATURES OF THE AFORESAID CONTINENT?
They waited.
IT WOULD APPEAR THAT–
“No, wait, master. Here it comes.”
Albert pointed to something white zigzagging lazily through the air. Finally Death reached up and caught the single sheet of paper.
He read it carefully and then turned it over briefly just in case anything was written on the other side.
“May I?” said Albert. Death handed him the paper.
“‘Some of the sheep,’“ Albert read aloud.
 
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